Will

The Mistress rang the bell once.. Twice… a third time, then turned as if to leave. The brim of her black cowboy hat pulled down over her eyes and her black leather jacket wrapped around her corset and leather pants with her blond hair cascading down to the belt line. The door opened, and a young black male stood there defiant and proud..

“uh.. Hi.” Matt stepped to the side. She could tell he was nervous, which emboldened her more.

“I believe the correct greeting would be Hello, Mistress not hi!” She tried hard to hold back a laugh; this was going to be so much fun.

“Ok…. Hello, Mistress, may I take your jacket and hat?”

“No, think I will keep them for a bit… follow me.”

Twenty steps to the top, she listened to him breathe as he followed her. She looked A tv.. And she smiled an ottoman in the middle of the room.

“Undress.” The command was soft but harsh as she thought of the jerk he had been while they texted and chatted onthe phone.

“NO.” She ignored his denial and unpacked her gear, then moved a small backless chair to the area between the ottoman and the TV.

“Remove your clothes or I leave… Now undress.” The ultimatum started him, and slowly he began removing his clothes, revealing a well sculpted body with sever scars on the arms which he tried to hide.

She walked around him, looking at every inch of his body.. She touched his arm, watching as he turned his head. “How did you hurt your arm, pet?”

“I got into a fight… the guy cut me, and it got infected.. A staff infection”

“Kneel ” again, her voice was calm and soft… like a honey balm coating him to obey her.

“NO,” his voice shook this time. Could she make him like he wanted?

Mistress Jeiji picked up the devil’s tongue and brought it down across his exposed thighs. Matt jumped, and she repeated the command, and this time, he sank to his knees.

She smiled…… he wanted to be punished and sheHe knew all about pets who wanted the punishment.. She thought of her mate in the hot truck downstairs. Since this was a new client, he would not be taking his eyes off the door marked 2004. Pushing her beloved out of her thoughts, she walked to the blue bag she had brought with her and removed one last toy, a black and red cat of nines.

He watched her as she walked, as she moved, as she lovingly caressed the toy in her hand. She walked over to him and stroked his back for a second

“you can be quite annoying cant you my little sissy… even a bit of a jerk on the phone not a way to impression me… ” the first blow landed on his beautiful ass cheeses and he jerked.

“Well you were being a bitch!…” the second blow landed right under the first.

“YOU’RE BEING MEAN,” he cried out.

“I know… if you want me to be NICE… obey.”

She followed up with 10 lashes of the cat -of – nines as punishment for calling her a bitch even though she would admit she was deffinitly a bitch.

Twice she had to put him back into his position and four times she had to give him a sharp reminder not to put his hands between her whip and his ass.

After beating him for nearly 30 minutes, she made him crawl over to the ottoman and lie down on it. She spread his legs and listened as his breath caught in his chest. The lubed fingers teased his hole, but each time she got ready to enter him, he panicked and jumped up. Matt paced back and forth. He wanted this, but he was afraid…. Would it hurt? What if he did like it… like it A LOT? Her soft voice talked to him and calmed him, and her sharp command of down warred in his head as once again he sunk onto the ottoman….

“PINK.” When he used his safe word to slow down, she brought him to his knees, facing her. She stroked his head, calming him, whispering in his ear.

“It’s alright, relax, take a breath.”

“I WANT you to fuck my ass… I just I’m not so sure I can do it.”

“Why is it youthink you can’t do it… Are you afraid?” She brushed hair off his forehead.

“What if it hurts.. Like a lot.”

She smiles. “What if I can promise that it won’t hurt a lot?”

“He looks up hopefully. “Can you do that?”

“Of course.”

“But what if I like it… I mean REALLY like it, won’t that make me gay?”

“NO,” she places her fingers on his lips.

“Open your mouth, sissy” He shook his head no.

She repeated the command to the same results… he jumps up walking to the kitchen.

“I need a break, please!” Mistress nods her head, and she washes her hands, turning down the offer of a beer. After again putting him back in his position with again the command down which he again challenged her

“JUST SAY PLEASE,” he demanded

“Why?” she retreated

“Just say please, and I will do it… why can’t you be nice and say please?”

I can, but I won’t when you are challenging me now. Do I need to put you on your knees again? Down”

“NO”

She walked slowly, deliberately to the couch and picked up her devil’s tounge.

“Last chance down.”

“No”

The devil’s tongue lashed the back of his legs again, and he whimpered, sinking to his knees.

” I did this cause I wanted to not cause you told me to….you don’t have to be a bitch”

She smiled He would learn just as he would learn to obey Not only for her pleasure but for his and she would not take his ass.. Not yet, not til she had her strap-on with her.

“I am going to give you ten for disobedience and for being rude.. Count”

“NO”

The cat of nines struck his ass and he jumped his hand going instinctively to protect himself and the second struck deliberately glancing off his fingers to remind him of the perils of protecting his ass.

“THREE…” she prompted as the third strike deliberately on the same spot as the rest this was her target all of them would be right there she smiled.

“PLEASE…” he whimpered.,

“Please, what?”

“Please stop… “

“Finish your count!”

Will whimpered but did as he was told.

“8…….. 9….. 10” the last number was a shriek as I made sure to add a little twist to the devil’s tongue.

Two sharp knocks on the door brought her attention to the time her driver had been told to knock at one hour this session was a meet n greet for Matt and she liked this pet he handed her the $100 and begged her to stay longer but she told him “I have to go to work we will do this again and I will bring my strap-on”

She walked down the stairs, but as she opened the door, she glanced back up at him and smiled at him. Yeah, she would see him again.

The next day she texted Will asking him how his ass felt.

“Fine…”

“Oh, how’s that hand?”

“Sore,” his mumbled reply told her everything she needed to know. He wanted more.

“Next time, you will listen to me and not put it back there, won’t you?”

He paused, not wanting to answer, but with a little prompting, she got him to agree he would never do that again.

“I think next time I will bring my restraints tie your hands so you cant protect that hot little ass”

She could hear the panic in his voice as he whimpered.

“I don’t want to be tied!”

She paused a moment before answering.

“This time, I will make it easy. Slip restraints, but If you try to protect yourself, I will use the hard cuffs.”

She smiles as she walks to the door, not looking back. She leaves Will standing at the top of the stairs, wanting so much more.