“What are you going to do with that, Mistress?”
“You will see soon enough. Now stand up and walk backwards towards me,” I commanded him, and he did it.
“This clamp is tight, Mistress. I’d really rather have you bounce on my cock.”
I laughed at his request.
I slapped his ass with my hand once he reached me. It was a tight little ass that I wouldn’t mind pegging, but I hadn’t made it that far in training yet. I was still a newbie and only saw that on videos.
Instead, I turned him around and pulled his arms out towards me so I could begin tying him up. Brent looked confused when I twisted the rope around his hands and squeezed it tight.
“Now, I’m going to take this clamp off. For doing that, I want you to make me feel better.”
I did as I said, releasing the constricting clamp from his cock. I was sure that all of the blood was now rushing to his dick. It was a sure way to cause blue balls with what I was about to do.
With his hands tied, there was only one thing I wanted, and it wasn’t his cock inside me.
“What do you want me to do, Mistress?”
“Get on your knees and suck my clit.”
Pushing him down to the floor, I pulled off my yoga pants. Sitting on the masseuse table, my ass to the edge and my legs spread eagle, I grabbed Brent’s head and pulled him into my creamy center.
His moans outmatched mine as he licked and sucked me.
“Move your tongue around, slave. Don’t be lazy,” I instructed him.
Holding his head, I made Brent please me. After all, this was who it was about. That day, I’d felt stupid about the possibility of giving myself to this guy—especially since he agreed with his twiggy cunt of a girlfriend that I was some fat bitch. Today, this fat bitch’s juices were on his face.
I clamped my legs around his head, letting him taste every part of me. He needed to know that I was not a toy to be made fun of.
“Is it good, slave?” I asked as he slurped and tongued over my clit.
“Oh yes, Mistress. I want to fuck you.” If only he knew that wasn’t happening.
“Make me cum, slave.” That was all I cared about. “Circles, slave... circles over my pussy.” I commanded him like Kyle taught me. Tell your slave exactly what you want. They are there to please you.
I believed it. Laying back on the table, I closed my eyes and grinded my hips into his face.
“Lick it all up, slave.” It was so good, as if he were an expert. From my feet started the blaze of my orgasm.
“I’m cumming, slave,” I announced to him and the rest of the room. My legs squeezing his head for dear life. He lapped me up like a dog at his water bowl. As the heat of my orgasm swept over my body, I slapped his face.
“You’re a good little slave, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.” He stood up as if he was about to enter me, but that was the end of our rendezvous.
I got up, pulling up my yoga pants and sliding into my shoes. I collected all of my belongings, throwing them into my bag before he could register what was going on.
“What are you doing? We aren’t done.” He was right; we weren’t done. Pulling out my cell phone, I took a picture of him naked, his chin covered in my cum and his hands bound.
“Now we’re done.” I untied him just to be nice. Originally, I was going to leave Brent tied up and humiliated for someone to find him.
“That’s it? You just wanted me to eat you out?” He looked pissed, wearing deep lines across his forehead and his still stiff erection swinging as he tried to follow me from the room.
“Yep, that’s it, slave. Don’t text or call me anymore unless you want your girlfriend to have this photo.”
“What... I... what the hell?! I want you! Please don’t leave,” he begged, and maybe if it were another person, I would have graced him with the privilege of having sex with me. Looking at his naked body and thinking of how desperate he was earlier only turned me off. I already got what I came for.
“Bye, Brent.” With my bag in hand and my confidence higher than ever, I walked out of the gym, vowing never to return.
I skipped down the stairs and out into the street, gathering my cell phone to make the call to Kyle. He answered on the third ring.
“Hello?”
“It’s done. I did it. Oh my God... I can’t believe it!” I told him, feeling as if I were on a cloud.
“Good work, Sam. Send me the evidence. You are now a mistress. Congratulations.”
I wanted to scream to the world. I was a mistress, and Brent was my first slave.
“Thank you, Kyle, for all your help.” It was because of him that I felt like this. He took a low self-esteem woman and turned me into the confident mistress that I was today.
“You did this, Sam. This is your victory, not mine. I’ll let everyone know and get ready for your initiation” He congratulated me and got off the phone.
As I sent him the picture, I wanted to scream to the heavens. But most of all, I was ready to get started. I wanted to control someone and make them submit. Like the wine I drank, I was now addicted to this lifestyle.
Being a mistress was all I wanted to do, and I was ready to get started.
*****
The Dom Den was filled to capacity tonight. A week after my final test with Brent, I was finally “graduating” to mistress status. Bodies were everywhere, crowds forming to see the festivities; drinks flowed, and good conversation filled the room. There was a celebration of a new mistress coming to the Den, and everyone came out for my induction.
I stood in the middle of them in a black silk robe. I wasn’t sure what to expect from this meeting. Kyle said I would thoroughly enjoy myself, so I anticipated nothing but good things.
I eyed Kyle now, and he winked at me. I remembered what he’d told me weeks ago.
“I am your trainer. This isn’t romantic; I’m not the loving type.”
I appreciated that, but my growth didn’t revolve around loving anyone right now. I just wanted to love me, and somehow, through all of this, I had learned how to do just that. I winked at him, showing him my appreciation.
Right now, I wanted to be free, and being a mistress was me getting my freedom.
I saw Mistress Diana walking towards me from the corner of the room. At that moment, all of the music stopped. The chatter in the room subsided as she walked across the floor towards me.
I hadn’t seen her since that night that I was introduced to the Den, but she looked even more beautiful now than she did back then.
“So, you are Samantha,” she said, walking around me and looking me up and down.
“Yes, Mistress.” Rules always required that you show proper respect. I did just that as I knelt down to one knee and lowered my head.
“How may I serve you, Mistress?” I did as I had been taught. All of the teaching from Kyle and the weeks of observing had brought me here.
“You may stand now,” she said, stopping in front of me.
Her hair was pulled up in a wild ponytail and her makeup was flawlessly applied to her face. She was wearing a long black dress tonight with a lace top. I admired her. Because of this woman, I wanted to start this journey.
“I have heard a lot about you.” She spoke slowly, choosing her words wisely as if she were some government diplomat and not the lead Mistress of the Dom Den. “I would like to congratulate you on your studies. We have been told that you passed with flying colors.”
Everyone in the room clapped, raising their glasses to me. I found Kyle, and his eyes showed a twinkle of happiness. To think, this was all because of him.
“Tonight, we would like to welcome you to the Dom Den as a full-fledged member.” I felt like I won the lottery as the room cheered and drank to me.
Mistress Diana produced a necklace. On the pendant was a small dumbbell that read, “Samantha.”
“You are strong—much stronger than you thought you were, and stronger than we anticipated. Please take this a
nd wear it.” Mistress Diana fixed the necklace around me, and I promised myself I would never take it off.
One of the wait staff arrived at my side, giving me a glass of wine.
“Now we will toast to the Dom Den and our newest member.” Mistress Diana raised her glass with everyone else. “To Mistress Samantha; let the games begin.”
Everyone raised their glass and cheered, saying my name throughout the house as if I were a superstar. Kyle came up and pulled on the small robe cord that held it closed.
Taking the robe off revealed my mistress attire: a black leather skirt that hugged my curves, black, spiked heels with a bit of flare just in case I had to put my foot down a slave’s throat, a black leather corset hugging my breasts, and of course, now my new necklace swung from my neck.
I was smiling so hard I could feel my face stretching.
“See, I told you that it was possible, Mistress,” Kyle whispered in my ear as I sipped my wine. “Now go out there and make us proud.”
I picked up my glass and saluted everyone that was there.
All the hell I went through was worth it. Now I stood in front of these people, half-naked without a care in the world. I was more confident than I had ever been, and I owed it to this journey.
I was a mistress now; a full-fledged mistress.
*****
“Awww... I’m sorry to hear that,” I told Christian, my newest conquest. It was the same story I’d heard over and over again. Girl runs over boy, breaks his heart, and he comes to drink the pain away. “I can help you get over that, you know.”
He picked his head up. He was about to ask a question when we were rudely interrupted.
“Sam, what are you doing here?” Trevor’s smile and slurred speech were the last things I wanted to see or hear right now.
“Hello, Trevor.” The sight of him now made me want to vomit. He looked the same, with his disheveled hair, crooked smile, and body reeking of whiskey. His clothes looked as if they hadn’t seen a washer or an iron in months.
He moved to hug me, but I pushed him away.
“Oh man. It is so nice seeing you. Did you lose weight?” he asked, trying to embarrass me. My size was no longer an issue that he could use against me.
“Nope, I’m the same size I was when I kicked you out.” He got the hint. His smile turned down to a frown.
“Yeah, well, that was a big mistake on your part.” It was beginning. He was about to try to embarrass me. Maybe he’d call me fat, dumb whore in front of Christian, but I wasn’t going to allow it.
“I doubt it. Your whisky dick wasn’t satisfying me. You didn’t deserve me, and I stayed with you two years too long.” Christian took my lead, standing up from his bar stool as I stood from mine. “Now, if you don’t mind, my date and I are leaving. You have a horrible rest of your life, asshole.”
Christian took my hand and we left the bar, leaving Trevor shit-faced and standing in his own pitifulness.
In the cool air, I tried to calm down, resetting myself for the task I was here for.
“Wow. That was intense.” Christian smiled, still holding my hand. He was cute, a little shorter than I liked them, but I could live with that. I wanted him on his knees, anyway. And his ginger-colored hair made me want to run my hands through it. His stocky build would be good for when I decided to ride him.
Thinking about all of the possibilities had my inner thighs wet. I hadn’t had a slave like him before.
Yet.
The truth was that Christian and I had just met. He wasn’t my date just as much as Kyle wasn’t my date the night we’d met.
“Yeah, sorry you had to see that,” Trying to find my bearings, I thought quickly. “He was like your girlfriend. I was you a few months ago,” I admitted to Christian.
“What do you mean?”
I smiled at his question. I had him, and he had no idea. It was over for him before it even began.
“I’ll explain it all to you at my house, if you want to come.”
He thought about it. I watched the wheels turn in his head as he pondered the pros and cons. A few seconds went by before he nodded.
“Come with me, sweetie. Let Sammy make it all better.”
Holding his hand and walking down the street in the night air, I give him one rule:
“Now, you have to do what I say and how I want, okay?”
Flashing me a look from his doe-like eyes, he nodded again. His heart was broken like mine was the day I met Kyle. He was as intrigued as I was that night—confused and hurt, but already forgetting the girl that broke his heart.
And just like that, the legend of Mistress Samantha began.
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