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Yes, Mistress
by Denali Rayne (address withheld)
***
An innocent woman attends a BDSM dungeon for her first
taste of submitting to a Dom Femme Mistress. (FF, d/s,
bdsm)
***
I step into the front room and am struck by the
immediate sense of anticipation that surrounds me. The
doorman notices that I am not a regular attendee and
approaches me with a copy of the house rules. I read
over them and wonder if I have gotten myself into more
than I can handle. Recognizing my apprehension the
doorman asks me if I have any questions. Do I?
Well, sure a whole list of them, but who will have the
time or the inclination to be my personal informant as
to the inner workings of this world without judgment?
In spite of my doubts, I ask if there is possibly
someone who could escort me through the labyrinth
inside and make sure I don't accidentally offend anyone
or break a house rule in my ignorance.
He said yes and paired me with a 6'5" man with a shaved
head wearing black leather chaps and matching vest
toting a wicked looking bullwhip on his hip. Oh, my!
Well, I guess if this is part of the initiation, then
so be it. I begin reciting a mantra to myself reminding
myself that no one can have power over me unless I
allow it. I look up into the giant's face and am
dazzled by the intensity of his blue eyes. This man is
no villain!
He may try to hide behind the façade of leather, but
deep down he is a gentle soul whose purpose here is to
protect the innocent form harm. He is my guardian for
the evening. Gratefully, I smile at the doorman and
whisper, "Thank you." he and the giant exchange a look
that was over too quickly for me to comprehend its
meaning. I could only hope my instincts were right and
that it was not sinister in nature.
Giant led me to the far recesses of the house to where
the dungeon awaited. Along the way we passed many
people engaged in various aspects of what I had always
taught were "sinful pleasures" and not for good little
girls like me. Longingly, I wished I had the courage to
participate even if just for a moment! Then I
remembered one of the house rules, which stated that I
am not allowed to participate in any scene unless
specifically invited by the Master or Mistress. We
neared the back of the house and I began to get
nervous. I could feel the almost overpowering energy
emanating from the room.
I hadn't realized that my feet had stopped moving until
Giant pressed his large hand against my back and gently
nudged me forward. I looked up to see Giant's head
above mine and felt his warm body directly behind my
own. I bit my bottom lip between my teeth and he slowly
stepped aside giving me permission to leave if I so
chose. Perhaps it was this reminder that I was here by
choice and had the freedom to leave at any point in
time that gave me the courage to cross the threshold
and enter into a world I had never imagined possible.
People were seated in couches, which were arranged in a
semi circle around a large flat cushioned table with an
eye-hook at one end of it. I had seen tables similar to
these, but I seriously doubted that these people were
here to see free demonstrations of the healing benefits
of a Reiki massage. I caught myself before the smile at
that thought had a chance to pass my lips. As a guest
in this home I certainly did not want to offend anyone
before I even had a chance to be introduced to the
Master of Ceremonies. Giant led me over to a couch and
nodded me to be seated comfortably.
As is my habit, I chose to be seated on the floor with
my back pressed up against the front of the couch.
Giant merely raised an eyebrow and sat behind me with
one leg on either side of me. I felt this to be a
comforting, protective shell around me and leaned back
to thank him for his generosity. Sensing that I was
about to break a rule he gently but firmly squeezed his
legs around me to silence me. Ah, right, the "No
talking in the dungeon unless the Master or Mistress
gives permission to do so" rule. Again, grateful to him
for thinking of me I pinched his leg to let him know I
understood and would try to sit quietly.
Suddenly lights dimmed and a single spotlight shone
directly onto the center table where now lay a naked
woman, face down and chained to the center hook by the
straps binding her wrists together. I didn't remember
seeing her being placed there, but I had been
distracted by Giant, so I turned my entire focus to the
activity in front of me. The woman on the table had
several mean looking welts on her fiery looking ass and
I wondered if she had broken a house rule. Shuddering,
I pinched Giant again to thank him for my near miss
earlier and wondered if he was going to think me bold
for continuing to pinch him. He merely squeezed me
between his strong legs again.
A hush so loud it sounded like a drum roll fell over
the room as a woman in an outfit that only Cher could
wear as well stepped into the center spotlight. In her
hand she held a long piece of what looked like a broken
leg from a chair. What in the world is she going to do
with that, I wondered. Had I only known the answer to
that question would be so immediately forthcoming I
would have buried my head into the side of Giant's leg.
As it was, then the woman lifted the cane and struck
the chained girl so hard she jumped on the table all I
could do was gasp and become frozen in place.
For some reason I was equally as unprepared for the
second blow when it came even though I watched the cane
rise again and swing down to meet the tender flesh of
the chained one. My knee jerk reaction was to run to
the chained one and throw myself on top of her body to
save her from the cruel tortured inflicted by the cane
wielding one. Moving faster than I thought humanly
possible, Giant caught me up and hauled me onto his lap
pinning me down with his legs and strong arms and
covering my mouth with his hand so I would not
inadvertently scream out in protest. When the third
blow landed it echoed in my skull and I bit down on
Giant's hand until I could taste his blood in my mouth.
Tears streaming down my face I struggled to escape
Giant's hold on me but he merely held me tighter and
pressed my face into the side of his neck so I would
not have to witness the final strikes of the cane. How
could anyone live through such torment? And why would
they want to? My mind was numb and my body limp as
Giant lifted me in his arms into an adjoining room
where he bathed my face with cool water until I
recuperated enough to speak again.
"Ask your questions now," he said. The low rumbling
timbre of his voice was as soothing as was the
compassion I saw in his eyes.
All I could manage was to croak out, "How? Why? I don't
understand."
He nodded and asked me if understanding was now what
had brought me there in the first place. I said yes,
but that I hadn't realized the price I would have to
pay for such knowledge.
"Ignorance is bliss," I mumbled.
Giant shook his head and replied, "Have you ever found
the place in yourself where there is no fear or time or
space? That place in which only you exist?" I mutely
shook my head no. "Ah, well, for those who have found
that place it is you, not us, who are to be pitied," he
professed.
"I still don't understand. Can I speak with her? The
injured one? Perhaps she can explain it to me and then
I will understand."
It was his turn to shake his head at me. "She is not
yet at a place where she can speak or think clearly. In
order to understand her you need not speak with her,
you need to become her."
I couldn't imagine myself willingly sacrificing my body
to a cruel tormentor. And yet, the idea of finally
experiencing that place of "nothingness and
everythingness" intrigued me as well. In a moment of
clarity and insight I knew I had to be on that table
chained and naked and completely vulnerable in order to
understand.
I nodded to Giant and placed my hand into his. I
briefly had a chance to notice how smooth his hands
were before we were again returning to the room with
all the couches and tables. I was still nervous about
doing something wrong, but I trusted Giant and he
seemed perfectly willing to lead me into this arena. It
felt nice to not have to think for myself for once.
We approached Cher's evil twin and Giant formally
presented me to her. Unsure of customary greeting to
one so powerful and falling back on my Catholic
upbringing I genuflected in front of her. Briefly, I
wondered if I would be struck down by lightning for
doing so, but then I saw the wicked looking cane in her
hands and figured that I had more to fear from her than
from the lightning at this moment. I heard Giant's
voice saying, "Mistress, I respectfully bring you this
unbroken one to lead as you see fit."
Mistress looked down at me and said that if I wished to
be in her presence I should be naked. Why I thought I
could somehow get through his with my clothes on was
beyond me. Dutifully I stripped down to my socks. The
thought of asking her if I could keep my socks on
because my feet get cold made me almost laugh right
there until I remembered the list of house rules.
Although it did not specifically state that one should
not laugh at, or in the presence of, the Mistress, I
took it as an assumed rule and quickly swallowed my
nervous smile.
Naked now I again dropped to my knees to await the next
request. Request? Her voice didn't lead one to imagine
that she was politely requesting – it was a demand
plain and simple. And yet, I again remembered the Giant
and knew that all I had to do was to say no and u could
leave this room. Filled again with a tenuous sense of
courage I began to look up to Mistress to ask her what
her next request was and then thought better of it
figuring that, as Mistress, if she had a request of me
she would not need my permission to ask it. So I
decided I would remain kneeling on the cold hard floor
until Mistress deemed me a worthy conversationalist.
"Rise," she barked. I rose. She slowly toured my body
seemingly taking an inventory of me. "What do you
desire above all else?" she asked.
"Merely to please you, my Mistress," I replied. Where
had that come from? Well, I guess it's true. Perhaps if
I do a good enough job of pleasing her she will be
gentle with me. She raised her eyebrow at me then
glanced at Giant. I was beginning to become suspicious
of that eyebrow raise, but wasn't given much time to
ponder its meaning before Mistress took out a small
leather cord and began tying my wrists together in
front of my body.
When she finished she barked yet another command of me,
"Kneel." I wondered if she even knew how to speak
without dictating and why she would have me stand then
kneel again when it would have been easier to have me
stay kneeling in the first place. Wisely figuring it
would be an untimely place to ask, I knelt.
She stepped behind me and raised my face to the far
wall which, until now, had lain in darkness. My eyes
gazed at the vast array of – what? Tools? Weapons?
Toys? My mind grasped onto this last concept since it
seemed to fit better than the others did. I imagined
the Mistress playing a game of truth or torture and
these were her toys. "Go and select one which will give
you pleasure and one which will give you pain," she
directed. Pleasure? Hardly! Pain, well, it seemed like
any of them could successfully accomplish that goal.
I crawled over to the wall on my hands and knees and
gazed up at each toy in turn. I was amazed at the
beauty and craftsmanship of each piece. Leather and
metal blended together to create a diorama of erotic
proportions. Erotic? Where had that thought come from?
Knowing I had to make a selection but unaware of
exactly how to fulfill Mistress's request, I silently
turned and bowed my head. Hopefully, mom's house rules
applied here as well of, "When in doubt, ask." A
silence of shock filled the room. Who is this young
upstart to fail a simple task?
"Yes?" Mistress asked.
"Forgive me, please, Mistress, for although you have
many fine tools here, I have never experienced any of
them and am unsure as to which one would bring me
pleasure and which one would bring me pain." I hoped
she would take pity on me and make my selection for me.
No suck luck.
"Perhaps, then, since your education has been so
lacking you would wish a taste of them all?" she
queried. All? Rapid calculations in my head made me
shudder to think that she would actually use them all
on me at once. Perhaps she meant one today and one the
next time I came. Next time? I didn't know if I had the
courage to do this again, so I figured I might as well
make this a memorable experience.
"Yes, Mistress, if it would please you to educate me I
would be eternally grateful for your instruction," I
humbly replied. Eternally? Grateful? Well, perhaps I
wouldn't even make it out of here in one piece so
eternity might not be that far away.
A collective gasp spread through the crowd seated on
the couches and I wondered if I had made a mistake.
"Very well, then let us begin," she said and with that
she snapped her fingers and Giant lifted me up into his
arms and placed me onto the table and secured my
leather bindings to the eye-hook mounted on the table.
He looked deeply into my eyes and then pointedly across
the room to let me know that he would be within eye
sight if I should need him. Gratefully, I pinched his
hand, the only part of his body I could reach, for I
didn't dare smile at a time like this.
"Choose a number from 1 to 10 and this is the number
you shall receive from each piece upon the wall,"
Mistress instructed. Choices? Well, I didn't want to
cheat and say 1, but I definitely knew I couldn't
handle a 10, so I selected my favorite safety number.
"Four, if it would please you, Mistress," I humbly
replied.
"Very well, then let the lesson begin." With that, she
lifted a paddle off the wall. One side of it was made
of leather and the other had a soft fur.
She came to me and gently stroked my bare ass with the
tickling fur side. It was difficult not to squirm under
the surprisingly ticklishness of it. Then she directed,
"Count off each one." and without further preamble
struck me with the leather side of the paddle.
"Oh!" I gasped. Then, remembering my directive, I
quickly said, "One."
Again and again she struck me with the paddle twice in
rapid succession. Barely having time to breathe between
each one, I managed to stammer, "T-Two, Three." I
futilely struggled against the restraints. Thanking my
guardian for not having chosen the number 8, I
anxiously awaited the last and final blow from the
paddle.
It came harder than the last three, but I didn't seem
to mind as much now. "Four," I said in a clear voice.
Focusing on the warmth on my buttocks, I failed to
notice that Mistress was now wielding a leather crop
until the fist blow struck my virginal flesh.
"Yipe! One," I managed to gasp before I lay my head
onto the table.
"Have you learned enough for one day, neonate?"
Mistress asked.
Thinking it was very nice of her to give me a way out
and still keep my pride, I replied, "Nay, Mistress,
please continue, if it would please you."
The second blow turned my focus onto the sensations of
my buttocks and not on the humiliation of being naked
and surrounded by strangers and being whipped. "Two," I
murmured. I was surprised to hear the husky quality of
my voice as I counted off the next blow, "three."
"Four," was almost a moan more so than a voice counting
off numbers. I then sensed her leaving my side and
could not help but feel isolated and alone until her
return. She did not return alone, but carried with her
a thickly bound set of crops and in my minds eye I
imagined her as Medussa with those being her snakes.
Feeling the leather lick my flesh was almost a relief
from the isolation I had felt from her absence. I began
counting anew, "One." Surprisingly, the blow did not
hurt as much as I had thought and I surprisingly found
myself somewhat disappointed at that revelation. I had
come to look forward to the intrusive stinging on my
backside. Not knowing how to ask Mistress to increase
the pressure of the blow, I did the only thing a naked,
prone person bound to a table can do – I raised my hips
to meet the next blow.
It worked like magic. Again I felt the comforting kiss
of leather as I cried out, "two." Comforting? I would
have never dreamed it to be so. And I didn't have time
to waste perseverating on it because I had to
concentrate on remembering what number I was up to in
my countdown to eternity.
"Three," I forced out. Again I arched my back and
thrust my hips up to meet the final blow as I cried
out, "Four!" I sighed as a sense of prie filled me.
Pride for having done what I thought was impossible.
There is a strong rush that accompanies that feeling
for me and I was filled to almost bursting with that
emotion now. I didn't care what the next tool was going
to be, I decided that I would meet and conquer the
challenge it posed.
I vaguely heard the whistle of the cat-o-nine tails
before it met with the ripe flesh of my ass. "Oh, my,
one." Inadvertently I forgot the rule of not speaking
unless spoken to and the words, "thank you, Mistress,"
sprang from my lips unbidden my me. Thank you? Oh, yes!
Thank you for loving me enough to show me the hidden
secrets that can be unlocked by a tenderly placed whip.
"Two. Three. Four," came again in rapid succession.
Again, I heard a whistling sound, but was confused at
the different pitch I heard until I felt the first
"Crack!" of the bullwhip as it neatly sliced across my
now-fiery ass.
"One!" I grunted. Gasping for a much needed breath, I
sucked in enough air to ready myself for choking out,
"Two," before panting and crying out in agony. I could
almost see the pattern Mistress was creating on my ass.
It was like a sadistic canvas of flesh and she was the
artist laying out the stripes in a criss-cross pattern
of blood and welts. Sensing that I was nearing a faint,
she paused for a few breaths before laying the final
two strips across the center of my ass in an X pattern,
mimicking the first two larger ones.
"Three. Four," I said in a daze.
I felt her approach my head and gently turn my face so
it was looking into her eyes. She wiped the tears from
my eyes and asked if I wished for her to continue. "You
will go to a place you have never been before and
although it can be a very frightening place at first,
know that you are safe with me." How could I resist
such compassion?
"Yes, Mistress, for I live but to please you," I
whispered
"Ah, you do, little one. Have no fear. You please me
well," she reassured me. The last part was whispered so
softly into my ear that none but me heard it. There was
no one to witness my sweet surrender to my Mistress. A
sudden feeling of omnipotence filled me. I could do
anything. That power would be sorely tested as the four
blows from the cane would send me soaring into a void
of all sensation.
On the count of "One," I thought I had gone to hell on
Earth. I could not move or speak as the agony washed
over me in an angry wave of fire. Giant must have seen
the shock on my face, for he rushed over to my side and
Mistress reached to untie my bonds.
Frantically, I shook my head, no. Gasping for breath, I
struggled to say, "Please forgive me yet again,
Mistress, for my ignorance. I had no idea the
sensations would be quite to intense. I will be more
prepared for you next time with your gentle reassurance
that I am ok."
Giant stopped moving, but looked searchingly at me. My
guardian, I thought. No, I don't yet want you to rescue
me from this place. My eyes reached out to his in an
effort to have him understand that it was he who had
led me here and my gratitude could only be expressed by
remaining here until I was complete. Complete? Yes, I
was searching for the completeness that only comes
after you have been shattered and made whole again.
I thought of the injured one who had gone before me and
knew now that her words could never have made me
understand what becoming her had taught me. I felt
mistress walking back towards my ass and felt her rest
her hand on my back, perhaps in an effort to
communicate that I may not arch up to meet these blows
for any reason. I felt the excruciating thud of the
cane on me and realized how dangerous it would be for
me to move in any direction with her wielding that
tool. The power in it could break bones if not used
properly. Mistress was trying to keep me safe in the
only way she knew how and for that I was extremely
grateful.
"Two," I counted and made sure my body remained
completely immobile during the onslaught of the next
two blows.
"Three," again brought me into myself to consciously
think on what I was feeling. Not just the blow from the
cane, but the feeling of every muscle in my body
fighting to relax afterwards made me hypersensitive to
the final assault.
The word, "Four," rushed out of my mouth almost
independently.
Mistress again came up to the head of the table and
released the leather binds from the hook on the tale.
Falling to my knees, I could only bow and wait for her
invitation to speak. She did not leave me waiting long.
"Yes?' it sounded like a sensual purr emanating from
the base of her soul.
I shivered and managed to look up at her and say,
"Thank you Mistress for your patient tutelage of this
innocent. If it would please you, I can now fulfill
your prior request." I glanced over to the wall where
all of her toys now winked at me and felt a warmth
spread through me at the image each one posed.
"You are sure?" she asked.
"I have never been more sure of anything in my life,
Mistress," I replied.
"Very well, then go to the wall and select one which
will give you pleasure and one which will give you
pain."
In awe, I crawled over to the wall and selected the
flat paddle, remembering its soft caress, and the cat-
o-nine tails, remembering its stinging kiss. With my
choices in hand, she again led me to the table and this
time I lay down upon it myself and allowed her to tie
my hands to the hook.
Again she gave me a choice of selecting a number from
one to ten, but I knew that would not satiate my sudden
greedy craving, so I said nothing.
"Well? Speak!" she demanded.
"Mistress, if it would please you to redefine the
parameters I am quite sure I could make a better
selection for you."
Puzzled, she said, "Fine, then select from one to
fifteen."
Again, she was met with silence. I felt the crowd hush
even more in the silent room. How dare this naive child
thwart Mistress a second time!
I felt my hair being yanked smartly from the table by
Mistress's powerful hand as she growled in my ear, "One
to twenty, little one, and that is my final offer."
Her voice sent chills down my spine, but she had
finally gotten to where I wanted to select my number.
If four is my favorite number, then imagine the
possibilities of that number squared! "Sixteen," I
replied. I noticed my voice had wavered a bit, but was
still strong enough to be heard clearly.
Perhaps it was to teach me a lesson about being greedy
rather than accept what is offered, but it seemed like
her first five blows with the paddle were meant to
ensure further cooperation by their force. At this
point, that was fine by me. I counted off each warming
blow and felt my bottom swell with the heat of the
friction from the leather. Yes, this is what I had
sought for so long. The final blows were met eagerly by
my raised ass, which begged Mistress to unleash her
strength upon it.
When all 16 blows of the paddle were meted out she did
not allow even a moment's hesitation before beginning
the onslaught with the cat. Now my body non only raised
up to met each blow, but thrust in rhythm with the
cadence of her swings. I felt the cat lick my ass with
its sandpaper tongue in a steady figure eight pattern
of an odd mixture of pain and pleasure. We got to 14
and I was dripping wet and on the verge of a mind
shattering orgasm, but didn't dare cum without her
permission.
Beyond caring about the consequences of the house
rules, I begged, "Mistress."
"Yes, little one, beg for your release," she purred.
"Please!" I cried out desperately.
"I grant your release," she stated but did not strike
me with the last two blows of the cat. Instead, she
gently ran it down the length of my back and ass so I
could feel each of the previous blows from all her
toys.
Memories of the paddle, crop, flog, cat, whip, and cane
flooded my subconscious and I felt myself hurtling
toward the edge of bliss.
As she lay the cat across my flesh the last time, she
entreated, "Cum for me, little one."
I did. How could I possibly deny her? I felt myself
shatter into a thousand pieces into a place void of all
thoughts, feelings, and emotions. Void of anything but
myself. So this was the nirvana Giant was telling me
about, I thought in ecstatic wonderment. I felt like I
was flying in an abyss of reality. Nothing could harm
me while I was here in this place of peace.
I briefly wondered how Mistress was going to piece
together the shards of me, but I had complete faith
that somehow she would know exactly how to do so. For
now I just let myself float freely.
Sometime later I returned from the experience and found
myself standing in front of Mistress. She had tears in
her eyes. Slowly I realized that everyone in the room
was standing and applauding.
Confused, I looked for guidance from Mistress. She,
whom I thought I would hate. She, whom I thought was
the cruelest of creatures. She, whom I adored.
She handed me a single red rose bud and said, "You were
beautiful, little one. Thank you."
I couldn't imagine why she would be thanking me. Still
numb, I let Giant lead me into the adjoining room again
to allow me time to compose myself. I knew that my life
would never be the same, for I had discovered the
secret of this powerful world. It was not about
breaking the spirit of someone. It was about allowing
them to find their true inner self. And in order to
have complete understanding of oneself, you must first
give yourself over to the void of you.
"Thank you, Mistress," I thought aloud. Thank you. For
everything.
Denali Rayne
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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