Mistress Turned

A hand slapped her across the face, echoing loudly in the room. Heat burned from the sting of his hand. Blood rushed to her ears where his hand connected, warming the area instantly. Tears stung the backs of her eyes. She sniffled but wouldn’t acknowledge that he’d hurt her.
“That was for disrespecting a command directly. If you’re a mistress, you’d know better.” Collin’s tone was more than angry.
It was time to shut down. She had no business in this place with this person unless she was on the giving end of punishment. Let him get his kicks first and then she’ll leave with her dignity in tact.
She sighed. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

The man stepped out from her line of sight. “It’s not something we’re getting over with. It’s an ongoing thing, training you to be the woman you’re meant to be.”
Her mouth hung open at the sight of him. He’d removed his cloak and tossed it aside with a whoosh, revealing stomach muscles that were meant for nibbling on while she worked her way up his impressive chest with her mouth until their lips met and she shoved him down to his knees to satisfy her desire to subjugate.
He took a step forward.
Jackie looked up and down his frame until their eyes met.
There was definitely something predatory about his gaze that reminded her of an animal on the prowl seeking prey.

She swallowed the lump in her throat. This wasn’t going to be easy. But she would steady her emotions and keep everything in check just like she’d been taught to do growing up. The memory of her mother doing her father’s bidding constantly made for a painful one. She would not lose the control she had spent so much time mastering.
The snap of fingers near her ear brought her back to reality.
She looked at him. “Collin why are you—“
Two fingers pressed against her lips.
Jackie stifled the urge to bite his fingers.
Those same digits traced the curve of her frown and caressed her chin. “You look so pretty tied up and helpless. I wonder,” he paused and tapped her forehead.
Jackie made an unladylike noise.

Collin retracted his fingers. “How angry are we at the betrayal of our body?”
Control. The word echoed in her mind repeatedly. Inhaling deeply, Jackie let out a slow breath. “I’m fine.”
Collin laughed. “Your eyes betray you. How aroused are we?”
He disappeared from her view. The press of firm fingers along her spine made her arch her back into the board on which she was bound to, sliding the phallus deeper into her pussy. The extension pressed against her clit, forcing a small moan from her. She gritted her teeth. “I’m not aroused.”
“You lie.” He didn’t bother to be sweet.
Two slender fingers dipped into the crevice of her ass.

Jackie squirmed only to realize it was futile. Each movement brought her more in contact with the phallus, plunging it deeper into her and spreading her open. The stimulator on her clit rubbed harder against her nub sending tiny tremors through her. She wanted to scream, but kept repeating the word control in her mind.
It seemed to steady her nerves.
Jackie chose to focus on the pounding beat of the music thrumming through her body rather than the fact that he’d just slid his fingers inside her sopping cunt.
“You’re soaked.” His hand splayed out over her cheeks while his thumb prodded her asshole.
“Fine.” She rolled her eyes and sighed. “I’m wet. What are you going to do? Rape me?”
Collin snorted. “As if I’d have to result to asinine behavior to get laid.” He pulled his fingers from her.

Her body cried out from lack of contact. Nipples puckered against the coarse grain of wood she lay on. Sweat began to form at her brow. Jackie scoffed. She heard a familiar sucking sound. “What do I taste like?” Her chin rose defiantly.
“Perfect submission.” He spoke as though it were a matter of fact.
Jackie smirked. “What does that taste like?”
Collin stepped in front of her again, setting his hands on his hips. He fixed his gaze on her, narrowing his eyes.
Jackie couldn’t see the colors of his eyes against the florescence. She simply saw the two beads and shadowed face. But she felt his presence. Powerful like a wolf protecting its pack, he resonated that power in him.
How annoying.

The one thing Jackie prided herself on was her ability to pick out other submissive men. Collin had approached her as one last week though he’d been at the end of a leash held by a very attractive, full figured redhead. She held pleasure in her eyes as did he at his disposition.
And now he was lording himself over her like he was a god.
Collin stepped back, his feet padding along the stone floor loud enough in the silence between the songs that she could tell that he wore no shoes. “Oh well. Time to begin your new training.”
Thumping bass kicked in a military staccato that reverberated throughout the room and through Jackie’s body. Those little tremors from the phallus inside her sopping pussy increased. Her breasts rubbed against the wood and she cursed herself and her arousal.
Glaring at Collin, she watched him walk away. The seductive sway of his hips pulled at something low in her belly. He retrieved something from the wall and brought it into the light.
Her mouth dropped open. She saw the huge number of tails on the flogger.

He swung it once through the air and it cut with a loud whoosh.
A chill went up her spine in anticipation of where he’d strike her first.
Collin walked back to her and disappeared from her sight again.
She strained her neck to see him out of the corner of her eye just in time as the flogger landed on her ass with a loud slap.
She screamed more from clitoral stimulation than the sting of buffalo hide warming her ass.
She made an attempt to reach back and rub her ass but remembered the leather restraints pressing into her skin.
The whoosh signaled he’d swung again.
Before she could brace herself, the flogger landed on her thigh.
Heat raced from her thigh outward.
She didn’t get time to recover before Collin brought the flogger down on her ass five more times on the one side.
Her breathing became labored and tears stung the backs of her eyes. This didn’t hurt, she reminded herself. She was in total control of her body and it’s responses.
Not him.
The flogger came down on the other side of her ass, catching cold skin and shoving the phallus deep inside her pussy. “Do you like that?”
She moaned in pleasure and agony.
The tails of the flogger trailed lightly over her warm skin.
Tingles raced up her body.
The flogger came down again on her back.

Jackie clenched her teeth, straining not to yell or come. She swore she had more control over her body than this, but the flogger swinging against her ass made her clench her muscles together around the phallus.
Her hips arched upwards and down one last time before the sensation that had been building low in her body started to work its way throughout her limbs.
The sound of the flogger hitting the floor alerted Jackie to a change. Crying out from not getting the release her body so wanted, she strained her neck to se Collin wearing an unmistakable smirk.
Clapping his hands together, he walked towards her. Setting a hand on her thigh, he stroked her warmed flesh.
She shivered.
“Very nice.” Collin ran a finger lightly up her calf and traced a pattern over the back of her thigh.

She squirmed and tried to arch her hips into his touch, hopeful that he’d plunge his fingers or dick into her wet hole.
“I like that you’re responsive.” His voice dropped a few notches.
She felt the weight of his upper body against her ass and lower back, felt lips kiss and lick beads of sweat off her skin.
He was warm, almost warmer than the redness in her skin from the flogging. Hot breath blew over her skin.
Tender lips pressed into her backside.
Jackie shivered against him, pushing her hips up to his mouth. This relieved some of the pressure against her clit.
Sadly, his hand forced her down on the phallus.