"Don’t just fucking stand there, bitch; do what you’re told! If I have to get up, and drag you to the couch, to bend you over the arm, I’ll make you regret it; fucking bitch! Get your fucking knickers off, bend over the couch arm, and get those legs apart for me. Now, you dirty piece of French ass!"
I replied, "Yes Mistress;" quickly did as Mistress ordered, and the night was far more fun than I’d had; even with Erika when she wasn’t being ‘Mistress’. Erika was completely in charge that night, giving me no choice in what happened. We’d already talked things over, and we agreed that if I addressed Erika as ‘Erika,’ she would take whatever I said very seriously. That was the key ‘safe’ word in any sentence. If I didn’t use it, Erika was welcome to ignore anything and everything I said; anything I told her I didn’t want to do, if she wanted to ignore it.
At one point, Erika wanted to do me up the bum, and I told ‘Mistress’ that I didn’t want to do it. Seeing as I hadn’t used the ‘safe’ word in my protest, Erika knew that she could ignore my protest, because I didn’t actually mean it. She slapped me across the backside and said something like, "Shut the fuck up, you stupid blonde cunt! I paid a considerable sum of money for your cute blonde ass and I’ll fuck you up it whenever I feel like it! If I want to shove the rubber cock up your sweet ass, twice a day, every day, then I will and the sooner you learn your place, and do what you’re told, the better it’ll be for you. You’re my fuck-puppet, and don’t you ever forget it. I’m not a violent woman at heart, but if you make me, I’ll beat you daily until you obey without question, the way a slave should!"
Kneeling at Mistress’ feet, bent over the arm of the couch as she rubbed some artificial lubricant into my bum, I looked straight into Mistress; eyes and, in my most submissive voice half-whispered, "Please Mistress, don’t fuck me that way."
It had no effect on my Mistress, the way I knew it wouldn’t, and the way I really didn’t want it to have any effect.
Miss. Average would have objected, and rightly so, at being made to do what her partner wanted, in the way I had been ‘made’ to do what my lover wanted, but I made no complaints. The night was more pleasurable than I had ever imagined possible. At no point during the night had I done anything new, but it seemed so different to my usual types of sex; forced, paid or voluntary.
When we were in bed that night, we talked, in subdued voices, about what had taken place. ‘Mistress’ felt a little guilty at first, but I soon convinced her that she could be ‘Mistress’ every night if she wanted to be. I’d enjoyed being Erika’s sex slave for the night, and told her that if she promised me pleasure like that again, I’d be her willing slave whenever she wanted me to be. I’d be her slave every night if she asked me to be, and made it pleasurable for me, the way she would.)
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