There I was… I was just sitting relaxed on a pillow, witnessing the action and the fun talks around the Slave Helpline. It was a day like every other day. Nothing too fancy was happening and I didn’t expect much to happen. The fun conversations and the cuddling with a few friends was all that I needed.
At least, that was what I thought until I heard someone mention the true mistress of Bondage Club. I heard that name and it confused me. It could not have been her. So, I asked. “You? But… but aren’t you a huge submissive?” The Mistress turned around, her eyes squinting together as the lock on me. Her red lips pursed to a barely visible smile just like a predator that has sensed its weak prey.
Why did I ask? What did I think was her answer? So instead of sitting there all relaxed, my body almost moved on its own. I scrambled up, kneeling now on the soft cushion with my head bowed down lightly to avoid the piercing gaze. But I sensed that she was approaching me. Her heels were clicking on the stone floor, closing the distance with steps that sound so endlessly slow. It felt like half an hour past until she was standing right there in front of me, but it probably just took her a few seconds to close the distance.
My eyes still avoided her face. However, her gazing eyes were already burned into my mind. I could almost see how she was looking down at me, smiling, grinning to herself, planning on what to do to me to prove that she is the true Mistress.
A gasp slips from my lips as I feel her fingers glazing around my cheek. It was a soft touch, just teasing with her fingertips barely even touching my skin. I inched a little closer but the digits moved fast and down along my jawline until she pushes my face up with three fingers. My head tilts backwards as my eyes roam along the beautiful curves of her body and right towards her face. Her eyes still sparked with a teasing delight as she sees me there right underneath her.
“Mh, do you still believe that I’m just a submissive?” The words were spoken as a whisper, barely audible but they hit me right in the core. I meet her piercing eyes and then open my own mouth. My voice seems weak compared to my confident question just a few minutes ago “No.. eh– no, mistress”
She grins as her body moves closer to me. It was getting warm, even hot and I begin to squirm on my knees. I hover a little closer, gasping out once more as I feel her heel tracing along my thighs. At the same time, her hand was roaming around my face once more. Her thumb was slipping along my lips, teasingly playing with them.
“Open” It was a single word that I heard. My body quivers as her voice brushes warm air over my ear. She was right there by my side. I didn’t even notice her movement. I was too distracted by the sensational touch. My lips part, open up and I feel her thumb slowly slipping inside. She pushed it in with ease and my mouth closed around it.
A strange, new taste filled up my mouth as she circled it around but the her giggling cut through.
“I see. So that’s what you are going for, hmm? Interesting choice”
I squint my eyes and was about to open my mouth to respond but her stern expression changed my mind. I sucked once more on the thumb but looked up at the Mistress.
“I never told you to open your mouth. You could have spread your legs for me but apparently”
As soon as I heard that, the panic of denial set in. I shuffle, my legs spreading eagerly open for her. However, she just shoves the thumb deeper between my lips and shakes her head. Her head comes closer, right besides my ear again.
“Too late, slut”
I desperately moan out as I hear her. My eyes tilt down to the ground once again, feeling the shame and disappointment in me. I was so eager to suddenly feel her touch, to feel her power that my mind shut off and my body betrayed my desires. Her thumb slowly retreats, a puddle of my own drool running down my jaw as she looks down at me.
“I guess you might just need some training to properly please me”
Her hand goes down, the wet, saliva covered thumb smears up on my chest and my stiff nipple. A final moans escapes me as she uses my body and clothing to clean of her own fingers before she grins down at me. “But that won’t happen if you tell anybody about me”
And then she just sat down. The fierce eyes, softening. Her grin, just so teasing as if she planned to mold my mind by all the denial, it just fades to a sweet smile. Her head tilts a final time and she winks at me before she joins in on another conversation. She leaves me there, confused about what just happened. Was that her intention? Is she a true mistress? Will I receive her training? What has she planned for me? Is she coming back for me? When? Where? How? Why am I so confused? I shake my head.
“That must be part of her dominance. Leaving her victims behind in a form of confusing denial. She really is the true Mistress of the Bondage Club.”