Mistress was usually agreeable and kind, even caring, but sometimes her sadistic side showed up. As I had read online some dommes prefer strict rules and routines. Mistress was chaotic. She could reward me for failing and punish me for my loyalty and everything in between. She could change radically from kisses and hugs, to slaps and threats. Of course, it was a pretense when those radical changes occurred. The point was to keep me watchful and attentive to all her movements. More that once she had scared me so much that she stopped immediately and apologized when she saw me trembling and crying.

-Your butt plug is too small, slave. It's not painful. You needed a new one, wider and longer. So I've bought you the best I've found.- She showed me new one. It looked like and oversized penis. Around two inches wide, plus a few ornaments, simulating veins, and around fifteen inches long, slightly thinner at the tip, which resembled a glans. I looked at the toy mesmerized and terrified. My current plug was barely the size of a finger. That thing just wouldn't fit, and even if it could fit, my ass would be ruined. How could mistress be so cruel? That was madness. Maybe with a couple more of smaller plugs I could expand the hole gradually but that was absurd.- Bend down and spread your buttocks, slave.- With a brief hesitation and a notch in my stomach I did as ordered. I hoped that mistress would stop before it was to late. She took off the smaller plug, leaving me with a brief, weird sense of vacuum. She placed the tip of the bigger one at the entrance and pushed softly, she wasn't even using lube. The tip hardly came in. I ground my teeth in expectation of the upcoming.- It doesn't fit.- Mistress took out the tiny fraction of the plug that she had been able to insert.- Your ass is not ready yet. You are so dissapointing.- She threw the plug on the bed and took the smaller one. She inserted the tip inside my ass, were I wanted it... Mmmm... Yep, sometimes my own ideas surprised and confused me.- Bring me the flogger.- She slapped me in the ass inserting the plug as far as its rounded base allowed.

-Yes, mistress.- So that was the thing. All that was just an excuse to flog me. Yet another of mistress' funny ideas. Funny in her opinion, anyways. She didn't need all this. Whenever she wanted to flog me she just had to open the drawer and take the flogger and I would assume the position, legs spread, arms at the sides of my head, hands on the back of my neck. Just like that she could flog me as much as she wanted.

-This is for your own good slave.- I surely doubted that. The eight strips of leather hit me on my lower back.- It's hurting me as much as is hurting you.- Mmmm..., no. A slightly stronger hit landed on my upper back.- If you were a good slave you would be begging me to flog you. You would understand that this is what I want and, therefor, you should also want it.- That was true.

-Please, mistress, flog me. My body is yours.

-Your body is not enough! I want more!- She reinforced each word with a hit on my back or my ass. She threw the flogger on the bed. With her right hand she caressed softly my labia. The other hand played with my butt plug.- I want everything.- She whispered on my ear.- Today we are going out, slave.- Her fingers were igniting my flames.- You are mine. We both know that.- Her right hand was already wet. Her sweet words were magical. She brought her hand to my mouth, so I would clean my juices and she could keep fondling and producing more.- Today, we are going to a place. I'm going to show a bunch of strangers my pet. Will you make me feel proud?

-Yes, mistress!- Of course I would. How did she dare to ask such a stupid question?

She showed me my outfit for the evening. She opened the leather collar and I put on the latex hood, my hair cascading down my back. She placed again the same collar, which was new. She fastened it tightly with a quick sharp tug as we both liked. Then came the black cotton thong. She didn't remove the clit chain which was also new. Then came the dress. It was like a black laced cotton robe with floral motifs except that it was very thin, very short and very see through. I tied the ribbon it had attached at waist height. Mistress rearranged it so the coat allowed to see a lot of chest and opened just below my crotch, somehow highlighting the bulge of the padlock. It didn't mater actually, even closed it didn't hide anything. My nipples were clearly visible and also the..., oh shit, the freshly made welts on my back and buttocks.

Then I helped mistress with her attire. Black leather knee length skirt and black satin shirt. As usual I kissed all the parts of her body that I was going to cover. A black leather blazer for her and a cream trench coat for me and we were ready to go.

-Oh, shit I almost forgot.- She remembered something when we were about to leave. She gave me my nose ring. I fitted it while she took the dog leash from the closet, a one yard steel chain with a black leather handle. She was about to open the door but stopped again and stared at me for a moment.- Slave, for some reason I'm very horny.- I took her hand and guided her to the couch. I lowered her panties. I rubbed my nose against her trimmed mound and her scent beared out her words. Mistress wanted my tongue and I got busy. I had to and wanted to please her.

It seemed a old neighborhood. We parked near the pub. Mistress had ordered me to  use the clit chain to masturbate during the trip so I was quite excited. Once out the car she clasped the leash to my nose ring. I was glad that my face was covered. I was very attentive to the movements of the leash. Mistress was being careful and gave it soft tugs. Its weight was still quite unpleasant.

-Wrists together on your back and legs open, slave. Show your goodies. Don't forget to call every men “sir” and every woman “ma'am”, except the subs. Well, you know how does this work, we've read the same books.- She led me to the pub. At the entrance a clerk took our jackets.- Slave!- Mistress pretended to be scandalized. He have just passed through the door and you are already dripping wet and your nipples are pointing at everything. Do you see what do I have to endure?- Then I understood that she was talking to the clerk. I guessed that he couldn't see the piercings in my nips from that distance. She made me turn around.- It doesn't matter how much I flog her, she's always horny.

-I wish you good luck with your horny slave, ma'am.- The clerk was also dressed in leather. I deduced which kind of place were we visiting.

Mistress led me to a table in a rather intimate section of the pub. Mistress sat on a couch and unclasped the leash. I kneeled down next to her, so the welts on my back were on plain sight for anyone close enough. I could see a surprising amount of leather, latex, rubber and chains. There were also on sight some chastity devices, breasts, penises and vaginas. Only a couple of subs were wearing masks, but there were a few blindfolds and gags. The waitress, who barely was wearing a bra, a revealing thong and some cuffs, as an adornment, I guessed, came to our table and mistress ordered a pair of cocktails.

After a while another couple approached us. One of the women was wearing a expensive looking dress. The other just an armbinder and a pair of mid thigh high boots, nothing more. It was pretty clear who was the sub. They were, at least ten years older than us, around their middle forties. Mistress was the younger one, in her later twenties.

-Excuse me, darling, but this place is particularly full today.- Said the domme. There were more tables available.- Do you mind?

-Suit yourself. Your name, please?

-I'm Barbara, and this one is Pussylover.- I didn't have a nickname. I wondered if that was the usual.- Your slave seems quite hot. Is she good with her tongue, if I may ask?- Barbara sat next to mistress. The slave kneeled on the floor in front of me, at the other side of the table.

-She could be better, I'm afraid.- Ouch!- I'm Kendra and this is Shiera, but you may call her just “slave”.

-That's why you've flogged her? It's none of my business, Kendra, darling, but, in this case I would recommend time and practice.- She winked and smiled.- I'm always interested in meeting people with whom I might share interests, you know? Specially if they are young beautiful lesbian ladies.- Errrrr..., wait a moment...- Most of the couples around here are straight. Female subs specialize in cocks, and male subs... Their facial hair pesters me, if you know what I mean.

-Well thank you for your compliments. Not bad you two either.- They chuckled.- Yes, I know what you mean. I was straight when I was young. I'm much happier now that I do girls.- Thank you, mistress..., I guess.- Even if they are useless cunts like this one.- Ouch, again!

-Would I be arrogant if I test her skills? Maybe I could give your slave a few advises. You can use mine, of course.

-Yes...- Mistress hesitated. According to what we had read, that kind of exchanges were normal, and a refusal was an offense.- Yes, I guess we can do that. Good idea, Barbara. Slave.- She inserted her finger in my nose ring.- Try not to be as clumsy as you use to.- She winked her eye. What did that mean? Was it emotional support? I had to think quickly, Pussylover was already moving towards mistress. She didn't use to complain about my skills. She had asserted that I was bad, and I didn't want to contradict her, but if I was very bad she would be embarrased as a mistress. I used logic. Pussylover was surely better because she had had more experience. I just had to wait until mistress had orgasmed and finish Barbara a couple of minutes after that.

-Use your teeth, slave.- Barb told me when I was going to use my hands to lower her panties. I worked slowly, faking small mistakes, like nibbling a bit too hard or giving too sloppy kisses. I heard mistress orgasming and cut the crap. Barb grabbed my head and moaned lowly. A slave is not supposed to be prideful, but..., shit! I wasn't useless! I was totally straight a year and a half before! Her juices dipped my face from my nose to my chin.- Oh, Kendra, darling. You are too demanding, I'd think.- She grabbed mistress' chin and kissed her fully on the lips. The skin of her cheeks moved, so they were using their tongues. The bitch was still grabbing my head and smothering my mistress. And mistress seemed to like it! The worst of all, though, was that weird and confusing jealousy once again.

-Thank you, Barb, you're very kind. And very lucky having Pussylover. You know what bothers me more? We were already leaving. Would you honour me by giving me your phone number?

-Of course, darling.- She gave mistress her bussines card.

-Thank you, Barb.- Mistress kissed her softly on the lips. What the fuck!? She clasped the leash on my ring nose and got up. For some reason, she walked quickly towards the bar, then the reception desk and finally into the car. Was she mad?

-Mistress, may I ask?- She nodded.- Did I do something wrong? Am I so bad?

-That's not the... Look, it's my fault. Today, I just wanted to show, not to share you. I was describing you as a rookie for a reason. I didn't expect that Barb would ask for a test. I didn't want to offend anyone in our first day so I had to agree with her. You were supposed to be a mess so she wouldn't want to see us again. Not for a while, at least. I winked!

-I'm sorry, mistress. I just thought that if I was too bad I would embarrass you.

-You are my first woman. How am I going to know what's good or bad? If I thought that you are bad I wouldn't use your mouth everyday.

-I guess that I'm not good enough to deserve a kiss, mistress.

-Really!! You dare!- She yelled. I wasn't expecting that reaction. I didn't know exactly what was angering her so I shut my mouth. When she was angry she used to punish me with silence and coldness, which hurt me more than the flogger. That awakened disgusting memories. We drove in silence. She finally talked once we were in our bedroom.- To be clear, slave, I can put up with a kiss from time to time. I would also do it with you if you weren't such an asshole.

-Why am I an asshole, mistress?

-You didn't say the word when I pierced you, or tattooed you, or made you quit your job. You just said it once, when I tried to kiss you. We don't have that kind of relationship. I know that, but..., shit, I must be very disgusting.- We had just a few and quite simple rules. I had to obey every order in good faith and with diligence. I could ask many questions as necessary, if my intention was to improve the results in time or form. She could provisionally delegate to any person she saw fit and I had to obey them as well as long as the instructions came from her or she approved them, though we hadn't done that so far. Any order with important, long lasting or permanent consequences musted be consulted beforehand and I could reject or alter them. I could stop anything at any moment by using the safe words. If I didn't have any good reason for the interruption mistress could deliver any punishment she considered appropriate and I musted endure it without complaints, except if that was contradicting the other rules.

-Disgusting? You are not disgusting at all, mistress.- We both were straight. That was our first non straight relatively sexual relationship. During our first weeks mistress stated that there weren't going to be kisses, nor other kinds of romantic gestures. It didn't surprise me as I already expected that. Months later she attempted to kiss me on my lips and I used the safe word to stop her. At that moment I explained my reaction telling her that kisses were unappropriate. She didn't punish me and I didn't say anything more. Clearly I didn't explain myself.- You were contradicting your words. I was just trying to help.

-So what! I'm the domme here, right? I can contradict myself. I can change my mind!

-Indeed you can, mistress. And I wouldn't complain.- I looked at her eyes.- I may not be capable of loving you the way I loved my exboyfriends. But rest assured that I would never reject your advances. Never.

-...Charming...- She said after a short silence.- Too late, slave. You lost your chance.

-I'm sorry, mistress, really. I would never hurt you on purpose..., again. You should already know tha-mmmph...- She interrupted my sentence grabbing the back of my head and forcing her tongue into my mouth. For two straight people that kiss was awesome. Then she opened a drawer, took a vibrating dildo, and left it on the bed next to me.

-Undress. Use that. Empty the battery.- She opened the padlock between my legs.- I need some wine. Do you want some? No..., I'm the domme. You do want some.- She changed into her pyjama and left. She returned half an hour later a bit tipsy and left the glass on the nightstand next to me. I was resting a moment, after four orgasms. I couldn't know how much would last the battery so I was doing long pauses between assaults.- Drink. Stop if you are done.- She caressed my hair.- Did you like the pub?- She laid down very close to me.- The next time we will be alone. I will use another excuse if someone talks to us. Barb surprised me, I'm sorry.

-Mistress, I'm not offended at all. You wanted to make friends with whom we could talk about this. That's fine.

-Ok..., and no. You are not bad. I don't care about what will others think. You are mine. You have to please me. If I want you different I will make you different.

-Yes, mistress, please. Make me different. Make me yours.

-Oh, I will.- I want something, slave. Here.- She pointed at her lips. I kissed her.- Good. If you're done with the dildo, clean your stuff and visit the toilet. I'm going to sleep. Tomorrow morning I want to see you in your cage so I can use your mouth.

-Yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress.

The next day mistress called Barb and explained her the confusion. She understood and forgave, and proposed to stay in touch, if only as friends, which mistress accepted. From that moment on we started hanging out occasionally, to take a coffee, or whatever else, though Pussylover, whose actual name was Dinah, wasn't a talker and me neither, so our mistresses carried the weight of the conversations. It turns out that they were sisters and they both worked in the same insurance company. They found private eyes very helpful, so I got a regular client. They also offered to be our advisors in the kink, as they had more experience, but mistress wanted to follow her own path for the time being, and I also did, for being honest.



I helped her dressing for work. At the restaurant she had to wear the typical uniform, a short buttoned up dress. It left uncovered her legs below her knees and the area near her neck. She was wearing it the day I fell to my knees and solemnly made a promise.

-You have to takes pictures of that dude, right? The guy who is cheating on his wife.- I helped her put on her panties. Instead of kissing her I nibbled her clit.- Oh! Wow!

-Yes, mistress. All night long in front of his hotel.- I combed her hair into a ponytail. Her neck was available, so I kissed her several times starting on her shoulder and up to her ear. She blushed and smiled.

-What's gotten into you today? Listen, slave.- She grabbed my chin.- The restaurant should be empty by one o'clock. We will be cleaning. You could pay me a visit. I will serve you a coffee. It's not an order. Come only if you want to.- She closed a button of my shirt. I used to leave the two top buttons open so the velvet choker could be seen, but leaving one was enough and the night was going to be cold.- Only if you want to, slave.

Hours later I was watching a fifty years old married man, fucking a thirty years old married woman, through the screen of my reflex camera. An easy job, except because the law didn't allow to take pictures of the inside of the bedroom. I had to wait until the morning to photograph them leaving the building together. I already had them arriving in together.

Still, watching their sexual performance was quite entertaining. I slided my hand into my crotch and caressed my labia. Mistress loved to have me horny and begging for her attention so I could touch myself freely, as long as the important parts were blocked. In fact touching myself was more like a soft and stupid kind of torture. I sometimes felt like if I was following a white rabbit into a perverted wonderland. I was constantly horny. Mistress appeared naked on my dreams many nights. I was losing my mind, and, for some reason, I loved it. My hand came out of my trousers glistening with my juices. I cleaned them with my mouth, wondering why hadn't I used a napkin. The rain started to fall. A private detective, a femme fatale driving me mad with desire... I pictured in my head a saxophone playing a solo.

By twelve o'clock they both were already asleep. They weren't going to leave the hotel in a few hours minimum. Mistress had subtly asked me out, so why not? The restaurant was empty, except for a pair of garbagemen taking a coffee. I sat on a stool in front of the bar. My plugged ass and pussy didn't combine well with a wooden stool. Learning through experience.

-Foamy, with cream and sugar.- Mistress placed the coffee and a croissant in front of me a couple of minutes later.- The way you like it.

-Thanks, mistress.

-You don't care about intimacy, right?- The garbagemen had heard me. I blushed.- I still have another hour. Could you wait for me? We are almost empty, so we can talk, if that's ok to you.

-Sure, mistress. Besides, I'm taking yo home. It's raining.

-Oh, my hero.- She bent down over the bar.- Thank you, slave, for visiting me. Can I do something for you?

-Well, I..., I'm very horny, mistress.- The two men were very interested in our conversation.- You let me orgasm a couple of days ago, I know that. But, could you..., please... I mean, you don't have to, of course. And I shouldn't be asking...

-Slave.- She stopped my rambling.- Your coffee is getting cold.- I lifted the cup.- This is already colder.- She pointed at her lips.- I kissed her without hesitation.- I'm not sure, but I think that we are about to cross a mental line, slave. Don't you agree?- I nodded.- We've changed together. Would you like to cross this line with me?- I nodded vigorously.- Do you really want to, or you are just horny? Tomorrow you will orgasm just once.- I nodded.- I cannot allow a greedy slave, right?- I shook my head no.- Glad to agree with you, slave.- She kissed me again.