1 Meet Mistress

"Thank you, Mistress! May I please have another?"

This little disgusting dog beneath my boot begs me for more.

I chuckle as I bring the crop down on his red, welted ass, making him squeal like a pig.

"Thank you, Mistress! May I please have another?"

I bring it down again as he screams out, "Thank you Mistress..... May I please have another?"

I let my hand connect with that beautifully welted ass, feeling the heat radiating off his skin.

"Mmm, You're indignant this evening." I mumble, a grin spreading across my face as my hand connects again, gripping his skin in the process making him hiss in pain.

"I'm sorry Mistress, I can not contain myself. Any attention from you Mistress makes me happy." This disgusting dog that loves to be punished rubs his head against my boot.

He knows he can not take his words back, so he merely nods. My smile grows and my pussy gets wet at all the thoughts that begin to rise to the surface of my mind.

He visibly begins to tremble at my silence, making my smile grow sadistically.

"You know, I am finding your trembling is causing my nipples to harden?" I bend over in front of him, my tits are propped up, barely covered by my tight, blue and black corset.

"No, I didn't Mistress." He glances up to my face and quickly looks back down.

I grab him by his hair, leading his mouth to cunt.

"You may have dessert tonight." I tell him, as he greedily starts to lick my pussy, my hips rocking against his tongue. When I finally cum, he's gasping for air and my slick is all over his face.

He's a fucking mess... I loved it.

....

"You were brutal tonight with my ass. I loved it." Carson, my little submissive croons before he sits and finishes getting dressed as I merely hum in acknowledgement.

He sits down with a sigh, reaching for my hand which I'm quick to busy by grabbing my glass of water to drink.

It's obvious I avoided his attempt at an intimate display, but I don't really give a shit.

"You know, I just wanted to tell you that I care for you. As more than just my Master, my Mistress." He opens up to me, causing my face to reveal my inner thoughts.

With a scoff of annoyed disbelief and cocked brow, I raise my hand to keep him from saying anything more.

"I told you in the beginning, you agreed to it. Our relationship doesn't go past Master and Slave. Now, since that seems to be changing, I'd appreciate it if you leave and find yourself a new Master. My door is no longer open freely to you. Please leave, Carson." I'm cold but to the point.

The deluge of emotions that run through his expressions has me shaking my head as he quickly stands and says nothing more before leaving.

Sighing, I wave my hand bye bye once he's left, and sarcastically flutter my eyes.

I do not trust anybody and I can't trust anyone with my heart. It's their own fault if they thought they could trust me to not reject them. I've always made it clear to my submissive in our contracts, that these are my hard limits; No emotions are to get involved, I do not do blood play, other than minor scratches, No scat or water sports, I am not a switch, I'm a sadist and Dom through and through. My favorite thing is various forms of impact play. My tools of choice include a flogger, paddles, whips, canes, crops and of course my hands.

However, emotions were left out of the equation except for basic aftercare. That was the biggest part of the contract.

Carson breached the contract. He let emotions get involved, so we are null and void.

Oh well, another day, another slave.

....

"I'll see you guys later!" I smile and wave by to my coworkers, who know nothing of my kink lifestyle. I work in a medical facility, in the billing and insurance department.

Exciting, I know.

I seem like your average Jane, but little do they know....

However, tonight they invited me out for drinks together.

Sure, why the hell not?

I was going to go and find a new sub from the club, but maybe this will help me branch out into some vanilla sex. It's been quite a few years since I have had vanilla sex.

Maybe it will be decent?

"HA!" I struggle to control my laughter at that passing thought. I shake my head, looking at my self in the mirror with a raised brow.

I don't see the reflection of the woman who's been working all day, I see Mistress staring at me with an amused demeanor.

'What turns us on?...'

"Kink, pitiful, pain hungry sluts begging to be whipped, spanked and make us wet."

Just saying it out loud to myself was making me slick in between my legs.

'Good, let's not forget that....'

I should clarify that I'm not crazy. Some may say I have Dissociative Identity Disorder but that would be making this situation more serious than it actually is.

I suffer from PTSD from my teen years and have used the side of me that I keep to myself from my life at my job, my alter ego Mistress, as my way of coping with those traumas. I know it's me, it's just me acting and projecting that part of me, the part of me that is always in control and does not relinquish it. So I never allow someone to feel like they can restrain and control me ever again...

I shake my head, clearing the memories that threatened to come back to the forefront of my mind. I make my way home and make myself something to eat and get ready.

I shuffle through the clothes in my closet, trying to find something appropriate to wear out with my coworkers for drinks.

I settled on some dark blue, high waisted, double buttoned, dress pants with a pin striped, white, button up blouse and my two inch round toe boot. I kept my hair simple, just down with some mousse to give my curls more volume.

I check my makeup, simple with a cat eye liner and matte red lipstick.

"Is the lipstick too much?"

It popped against my outfit, and I liked it. Shrugging I blow myself a kiss and leave.

"Damn girl! You look good!" Kim shouts as she sees me walk into the bar that we agreed to meet at.

I like Kim the best, she's probably the only one that I can relate to on a realistic level. Plus she's fucking sexy as hell. I get the feeling she's got a kink, but unless she opens up, I won't ask.

"Thank you. You're looking good too!" I tell her truthfully. She was sporting some skin tight jean that should be illegal the way they hugged her hips. Her deep V neck red halter made me want to lick her exposed flesh as she lay tied to my bed.

The thoughts make me want to shiver in unspoken desire, but I fight it. She's married and I don't do couples.

Kim, Janet and Teresa are all at a table near the bar, already a drink in, by the looks of the table.

"Sorry, were you guys waiting long?" I ask taking the seat they left for me.

Janet waves it off, "No, we've only been here ten minutes. So what ya drinking girl?"

Smiling, I feel like something different as I think for a moment.

"Margarita, patron, no salt and on the rocks."

"Gotcha!" Janet heads to the bar while the rest of us chit chat about drama at work.

"....Mr. Henderson is such a pig! I caught him staring at my ass when he had me get some files that were in the bottom of the cabinet!" Teresa fumed, disgusted.

"Gross, he probably goes back to his office and beats off to the thought of it." Kim exclaims, making us all pull a sneer of disgust at the thought.

"Here you go, Bitch!" Janet returns handing me two margaritas and the bartender follows bringing a shaker with four shot glasses.

"Drink up, ladies!" The bartender smiles as he fills the shots and then takes the empty drink glasses away.

"Cheers!" We all salute each other and knock back the shots that go down easily.

Laughing together, we talk crap about our department manager and soon Teresa and Janet are scanning the bar for good looking men to go dance with. They disappear leaving me and Kim talking and drinking still.

We order some more shots and have them sitting in front of us, about to take them when happy shouts ring out from the dance floor when a song comes on. I turn back to catch Kim trying to take my full shot, switching it with her empty one.

"No you don't, Bitch!" I laugh taking it back, "Be glad I like you, I'd spank others for a lot less!"

The phrase leaves my mouth before I think about it. I knock the shot back to look into intrigued and knowing eyes.

"Kinky, I like it."

Oh..? She's into kink?

I chuckle, "You're into kink?" I ask, curiously flirting with my body language by leaning in and flashing her a bright, devious smile.