Me? A Mistress?

I couldn’t believe it. I was going back to her, back to the only person to ever serve as my Mistress. I was a Mistress myself… but being submissive felt so good. And I loved her, I knew it… I just thought I loved Veronica.

I know what I’d have to do, and what I’d have to deal with, but I know it would be worth it. She’s the only person I know of that can even turn me on anymore. Veronica could, but she wasn’t there for me. She wonders why I cheated on her, yet she remained distant, busy, leaving me to my own sexual suffering. I love to suffer, just not sexually.

My name is Bella, and this is my story.

A few months ago, I was enrolled by this young woman who had caught my eye. She had reminded me of my previous girlfriend of three years, who had died in a car accident. I was finally getting over her, when this young woman entered my life. She was quiet, and shy, the perfect kind. I flirted with her, and herCheeks were red whenever I talked to her. She had girlfriends, lots of them, but I persisted. She remained my friend, and quietly interested in me. However, her life was completely depressing to hear about, just thinking about it brought tears to my eyes. Her girlfriends were all abusive, insulting, and made her consider herself a whore, a slut. I wanted nothing more than to protect this woman, and so I persisted.

She told me about her “Mistress,” a term I had never heard outside of executed affairs, and how her Mistress treated her. Not worthy enough to wear clothes, she was a stupid little slut, etc. I hated her, this… Loretta. Hated her with a password.

Eventually, I convinced Ingrid, the shy girl, to leave Loretta and come to me, but Ingrid continued to be upset, and sad. I couldn’t figure out why, and when I asked her, she finally blurted out in tears, “You’re too nice. You care too much. I don’t want a girlfriend. I want a Mistress.” I consoled her, wondering exactly what she wanted from me. I asked her about it, and it somewhat reminded me of a girlfriend I had in the past. “I suppose I could do that, dear.” I said to her.

Little did I know that by starting this, I was going to be put into a world of darkness and pain from which I never would return. Little did I know… I was about to be broken.

I began my Mistress life, unsure about what I would do. First, I had her come over to my apartment. I began to name off numerous ridiculous rules. Things like, “When you first see me, or I first see you, you are to knee, and greet me with a friendly smile.” “You are to wear skimpy clothes when you are with me. A corset and a mini-skirt, perhaps.” “You are to refer to me as ma’am in the second person, and refer to me as your Mistress in the third person.”

“Bella, ma’am, may I ask how I may serve you?” She asked, sweetly.
“Come here, pet, sit on my lap.”
She did so happy, and I began to stroke her hair, “Now, my pet, I want you to strip yourself completely nude, and sit on your knees.” She did so without question, however, she had failed. “Now, now, pet, what did you forget to do?” She quivered, and I could tell she was really thinking. “You forget to acknowledge an order, you idiot.” I almost shuddered, the words were not mine. “Hold your arms out. Make sure you make noise. You know it’s what I like.” She whimpered slightly, and I knew it wasn’t because I told her to. I pulled my hand back, and before she could see it, I brought it swiftly against the side of her breast. She squealed, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. I turned mine away, staring coldly above her head. “Now, what did you do wrong?” I looked back at her eyes, and it was obvious she knew, but she lied, “I… don’t know, Mistress!” Two mistakes. She was horny, it was obvious. “Are you really that stupid?” I brought the back of my hand across the side of her other breast even harder. “First, what do you call me? Am I Loretta, that stupid fucking whore that was your Mistress before?”
“No ma’am, you’re not her. I call you ma’am, ma’am.” She whimpered softly, but I continued, “Now, what mistake did you make before?”
Again, she lied, “I don’t know, ma’am!” She was convincing, but I had even told her the answer!
“All right, my stupid pet, get on your hands and knees. You’ll remember soon enough.” With that I brought my hand hard across her bare ass, “When I ask you to do something, what do you say?” I brought my hand down again, on the same exact spot.
She yelped loudly both times, barely stuttering out, “Y-yes, ma’am,”
I brought my hand hard again, but I could see her cunt lips moistening as I continued. She cried, I could hear her sobs, each of which seemed to break my heart, but her wet cunt lips continued to give me hope, and began to cause the same feeling in my panties.
“Put your hands behind your back, rest your body on your face.” I continued spanking her, and then reached up to my hair, untying the ribbon in it. I tied it around her hands. “I’ll have a collar for you soon.”
“Yes ma’am,” she says submissively, and lays her face on the carpet of my living room. I bring my hand roughly down onto the red spot.
“Does my little toy want to be played with?” I loved playing with pussies, but I wasn’t going to get my wish this time.
“Y-yes ma’am!” She said excitedly.
“Oh, so am I your serving now, here only to please you?”
“N-no ma’am! I serve you!” She said, scared.
“Just to make sure…” I slapped her hard, her asscheek red and hot on my hand. She yells loudly, whimpering. I then unbutton my blouse, and pull my breasts from my bra, letting them remain exposed. I grab her by the ribbon around her hands and pull her up roughly. I scoot around in front of her, my chest still exposed. I see her eyes go wide, and she subconsciously licks her lips. I let this slide, as it slightly turned me on. “Do you want them?”
“Yes ma’am!”
“Do you deserve them?”
“I th-think so, ma’am.”
“I don’t. Beg.”
Her face flushes red, “Please, ma’am, may I please your breasts?”
“That’s a pathetic excuse at begging. Tell me how much you want them”
She averts her eyes, blushing even deeper, “I’d do anything, just to taste them.”
I softly tease her nipples, “Are you sure you don’t just want me to play with you?”
She moans quietly,but compose herself, “Please ma’am, I want nothing more than to suck on your beautiful tits!”
Her boldness caused a new flush of warmth to flood my loins, but I kept my bearing and said curtly, “Fine. Do so.” Instantly, her mouth attacked my chest, and I had to grab her body for support. Her lips felt magnificent on my nipples, and I reached down and untied the ribbon around her hands, to let them explore my body.
“Enough with my breasts. They aren’t your toys.” I slid back against the couch, and hiked up my skirt, rubbing my pussy through my panties while she watched, whimpering. Her eyes were locked on my fingers, I could almost see her salivating. I laughed, and pulled off my panties, and through them at her, letting the soaked fabric dangle on her face. “Leave them there.” I slid a finger back and forth across my pussy, “Do you want to please your Mistress?”
“Yes, ma’am. More than anything." I heard her inhale deeply.
“Suck my panties clean, while fucking yourself. I want them completely devoid of my mood before you cum.”
“Yes ma’am,” She says as she happily begins to suck and chew on my panties, shoving two fingers deep inside herself. Just the sight was impossible to resist, and I softly continued to play with my cunt. After a short while, I said, “Give them to me. Continue to fuck yourself, but do not cum.” I yanked them out of her mouth, tasting them myself. They were nearly devoid of my taste, “Good pet. Take your fingers out of your cunt, and stick them exactly as they are, into mine. Be slow about it.”
Her eyes instantly went downcast as I denied her the orgasm, but she still replied with a some optimistic tone, “Yes, ma’am.” She carefully inserted her soaked fingers into me slowly, pushing them in and out. I was already so turned on, it didn’t take me long before I was getting ready to cum.
“Use your tongue. I want you to fuck yourself some more. Do not cum until I do.” My breathing was getting heavy, and it was hard to remain forced with my voice, but she still did as she was said, happily beginning to fuck me hard with her tongue. She reflexively moaned into my cunt, the violences just adding to the excitement. Within just a minute, I was moaning loudly until my orgasm hit, one of the best orgasms I’d ever had in my life. Only a moment after that, she exploded into hers, muffled screaming into my crotch.

I quickly stood up, and let my skirt drop. I pulled my breasts back into my bra, and closed up my blouse. “See that stain on the carpet from my pussy? Lick it clean.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
What had I gotten myself into?