MISTRESS IN DISTRESS

Sitting in a café, comfortable, sipping orange juice through a straw, one eye on my book, one eye on the people outside going about their lives in the late afternoon sunshine. Pretending to be engrossed in the novel, I watch a family laughing together, a toddler riding her father's shoulders. And then my thoughts are interrupted by a prickling sensation at the back of my neck, as I feel someone's eyes on me. I turn my attention back into the café, wondering who it is who is observing the observer.

I see an old couple sharing a scone, immersed too much in each other to take an interest in me. I see a mother with her baby, feeding it milk. I see four young men, laughing and joking. And I see her... I guess she's Japanese, with her long raven-black hair in a very sexy topknot, wearing a white gypsy-style top that shows off the smooth skin of her neck. Our eyes meet and she blushes before looking down at her capuccino. I take the opportunity to observe her in more detail, while she's immersed in staring at her drink - I can see no sign of a bra beneath her top, and if I squint a little as I peer across the room I can make out the slight bumps of her nipples. And then her eyes raise again to look at me, and I blush furiously having been caught staring at her breasts, and it's my turn to look away.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see her finish her drink and stand. I briefly wonder if she's feeling somehow insulted by my over-stepping the mark, but instead of turning to leave she approaches my little table by the window. I'm not quite sure what to do with myself, so pretend to read my book again.

"Erm... excuse me?" she asks, her soft, innocent voice containing a hint of an American accent.

I place my cute little furry cat bookmark in my book and put it down before looking up at her and smiling warmly.

"Yes?" I ask, trying to play it cool.

"I'm... erm... sorry for staring at you."

"That's quite alright, I think I am just as guilty as you are..."

"If you think that I should somehow be punished, I will willingly submit..."

Despite the American accent, I can tell that she speaks my language. She has put her cards on the table, and I admire that. I decide to play along, take on the role of 'top' - it is the least I can do. I raise an eyebrow briefly, and look at the chair opposite me. She takes the hint, and sits.

"I don't punish just anyone," I say, sitting up a bit straighter, letting a brief hint of evilness flash in my eyes as I smile at her.

"I can take a lot of punishment," she grins.

I look her up and down, assessing her, playing with my hair, licking my teeth, feeling rather aroused already. And the fun hasn't even begun.

"Then your punishment starts now," I say quietly, so only she can hear, "Take my coat to the toilets. Inside the pocket of my coat, you'll find a pair of handcuffs. I want you to strip naked, and drape the coat over your shoulders. Fasten the buttons as best you can. Then put on the handcuffs, under the coat, so your hands are behind your back. Leave your clothes in the toilet. Then report back to me here."

"Yes, Mistress," she says, a little louder, enough to make one of the lads at the next table turn and look at us - he watches her take my coat from the back of my chair and walk towards the toilets, his eyes and mine focussed on the pert rear of her pink jeans.

I go back to my book, smiling to myself. I wonder if she'll actually go through with it. I don't know if I would... putting myself in the power of a complete stranger... just the thought turns me on even more, and all of a sudden I'm aching to relieve myself, to maybe reach inside my blouse or under my skirt to just touch my tender, sensitive flesh... I stroke my neck, feeling a little hot. And then I see the lad at the next table looking at me, and I blush and return my attention to my book.

"Ahem... Mistress?"

I look up, to see my new slave, standing before me. She's wearing my long, black coat - it covers her body from neck to knees. She shifts her bare feet nervously, and I guess that the café floor is rather cold. She has managed to fasten all of the buttons of the coat and I smile with admiration. The sleeves of the coat hang limp at her sides, and I have a warm feeling inside me as I think of her little wrists, behind her back, ensnared by my favourite pair of handcuffs, trapped without hope of release. Especially since the keys are in my house...

"Well done, little one," I purr, "you were very quick. I think it's time for us to go. But, first..."

I stand up, putting my book in my handbag and slinging it over my shoulder as I turn to face her. I look her in the eye - she's a little shorter than me, and our height difference is enhanced by the fact that I'm wearing heels and she's barefoot. I reach out, and unbutton the coat... starting from the top, and slowly working my way down to her knees. I don't care if anyone's watching us, I'm enjoying watching the sliver of flesh revealed by the coat grow... she is truly naked underneath. Once the coat is fully unbuttoned, and the two sides are held together just by her willpower, revealing the skin from her neck to just between her breasts, I take a step back. And I'm very happy to see that she's looking a little nervous, a little scared, a little exposed...

"...it looks like you've come undone," I grin. "You see that group of lads? Ask the guy nearest you to fasten your coat for you."

"M-M-Mistress? Y-Yes, Mistress," she stammers, and the look in her eye gives me the impression that she may have bitten off more than she can chew - but, then, she's the one who asked for punishment.

As she moves, her coat opens a teensy bit more, revealing her bare flesh down to her navel... and the inner slopes of her breasts are now visible too. She says something quitely to the nearest lad, the one who was watching her earlier, and he just looks at her. She has to repeat herself before he stands up and puts his hands on her coat. She shifts uncomfortably, I can just make out the movement of her cuffed hands under the rear of the coat. His friends are looking on, very interested, as he slowly opens her coat and reveals her body to them... and she is helpless to do anything about it as he exposes her.

I wonder if I've taken this too far, especially when I begin to feel that he might take more advantage of her helplessness... he could grope her, fondle her, play with her and she would be helpless, unable to stop him. I take a step forward but didn't need to - he closes her coat again, to jeers of disappointment from his friends, and quickly buttons up her coat. Once he's finished, she leans forward and kisses him on the cheek before returning to me.

"You should have got his phone number..." I mutter, winking at her as I lead the way out into the street.

The sun has creeped further towards the horizon, and the city is dark. The creatures of the night will be out and about soon, and I decide to get my new-found prize back to my house before any of them take an interest in her.

We arrive, and I let her in before closing and locking the door behind us. She stands before me, in my little hallway, a little breathless and a little nervous. And I'm a little excited. I reach out and brush a strand of hair from her face before I softly stroke her cheek, bringing a smile to her lips and a gleam to her eyes. My finger traces a line down the side of her neck to the top of her chest, where it is stopped by the first button. I undo the button with my other hand so my finger can continue the line down to the next button. This pattern continues, stopping briefly at each button, and my finger moves from her neck, down between her breasts to her navel... and there it stops, and I use two hands to undo the remaining buttons.

I take the coat from her shoulders and hang it by the door before turning back to look her in the eyes, aware of her gorgeous, naked curves laid bare before me, but forcing myself to focus on her eyes. And then I let my gaze roam down her body, to the pale flesh of her shoulders that beg to be kissed, her well-rounded breasts that beg to be suckled, her flat stomach that begs to be stroked, her shaved pussy that begs to be explored... I let my eyes linger there and I lick my lips.

"Very nice..." I say softly, my voice a purr.

"I am here to serve you, Mistress," my Japanese slave smiles.

"Go down to the cellar and await my arrival," I say, tearing my gaze away from her so that I can indicate the door underneath the stairs.

"As my Mistress commands..." she says, obediently turning to the door and walking towards it, turning away so she can reach the handle with her cuffed hands and open it, turning again and bending over so she can press the lightswitch, and then walking through the small doorway and disappearing from my view.

I let out a deep breath, finally relaxing. I've never had a slave before, and I feel quite excited. What shall I do with her? And, more importantly, what shall I wear? I head off to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of red wine, then wander upstairs to my bedroom to find something suitable.

Minutes later, I emerge. Around my neck is a black leather collar, with a little metal ring dangling at the front. A little submissive, I know, but I like wearing a collar sometimes and I don't have any proper dominatrix gear. Still, anything will look dominant when seen in comparison with my naked slavegirl - especially since my makeup is distinctly gothic. The next piece of clothing visible, for the observer casually scanning down my body, is a pair of black latex gloves that coat my arms like a second skin, almost to my shoulders. The next item is a pair of matching black latex stockings, that mirror the gloves in that they coat my long legs from my toes to the tops of my thighs. And, lastly, I am wearing a pair of black stiletto heels that make a loud tap-tapping as I walk. If you've been keeping track, you should have realised by now that I am as good as naked - but some of my modesty is protected by my long hair, draped over my shoulders and barely providing cover for my breasts.

Quivering with the build-up of anticipation and excitement, I make my way down to the basement, wondering what I will find when I get there. And then I see her, kneeling in the centre of the floor, naked apart from the handcuffs keeping her wrists firmly held behind her back. She looks up as I approach, and smiles... and I feel all warm inside.

"Good little slave," I say, pacing slowly around her, "you're very obedient. Very well trained. But that's no way to escape from your punishment. Put these on."

Standing behind her, I drop a pair of nipple clamps into her hands - these are attached to each other by a chain. And then I take a step back to watch her as she peers over her shoulder, moves the clamps in her fingers and then reaches around her right side, stretching with her hand, ignoring the handcuff biting into her wrist as she strains to reach her right nipple... She shifts her position as I watch, and her finger manages to reach her nipple and she flicks it once, twice, and it stands to attention, hardening at her brief stimulation. Then she shifts again, and somehow stretches so that she can attach the clamp - and a little gasp escapes her lips as the little jaws close around her tender flesh.

I continue to walk around her, observing her, my own hands going to my own nipples, touching them softly in sympathy for the pain her poor nipple is suffering. The chain and the other clamp are dangling from her right breast, and she manages to throw the chain in front of her to her left side before she reaches around and grips the other clamp. She repeats the magic she weaved on her other nipple now, quickly making it harden before she attaches the other clamp... and I gasp at the same time she does, since I am gripping my own nipples hard now... and feeling rather wet... but her punishment will come before my pleasure.

There is a ring in the floor in front of her, and to that I padlock the chain between her nipples. She looks at me as I work, and I can feel her eyes perusing my naked body, taking in every detail, every curve... and I can't help but smile. I stand behind her and grab hold of the handcuff chain before pulling upwards, forcing her to get to her feet... the length of the nipple chain forces her to bend over forward, though, her breasts stretched beneath her as the little jaws of the clamps grip her firmly. A chain hanging from the ceiling is padlocked to her handcuff chain, keeping her in place... attached to ceiling and floor, bent over naked, her naked buttocks exposed for my pleasure... and her punishment.

I move up behind her, standing straight so my trimmed pussy is almost touching her bare, exposed ass. A small pelvic thrust to her rear is all that it takes to make her totter, to make her shift her position and move her feet to get her balance, to make her moan as the clamps pull on her nipples.

"Are you ready for your punishment, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress."

THWACK! Latex-covered hand meets bare buttock. She jumps and yelps as she inadvertently pulls on the nipple clamps... I spank her again and again, and each time she jumps and yelps, pulling on her poor, pained little nipples. And as I spank, I look down at her face and I can see her smiling... My hands begin to hurt, and I give her a few more hard spanks for good measure before I kneel behind her, staring straight at her red buttocks, my latex-covered hands sliding down her thighs to her ankles. I pull her ankles apart, exposing her most private parts... she is helpless before me, and I have a great sense of power... I can do anything I want with her... anything...

I lick her inner thigh, my tongue moving slowly up her leg, and already I can taste her juices... this little slave obviously loves to be spanked. My tongue finds her little clit and teases it into making an appearance. I bury my head deep between her legs, and she is unable to do anything but enjoy my sucking on her nether regions... I use my latex fingers to part her labia, creating an wide entrance for my tongue to enter and explore. My face is covered in her juices now, and I withdraw enough so I can push my latex-covered fingers inside her... she is moving as much as her bonds allow, groaning with pleasure, her body bucking involuntarily as she gets closer and closer to orgasm... but I can sense her holding herself back, getting more and more desperate as she tries to resist my stimulation... and then I realise why.

"You may cum, slave," I say, remembering that some 'tops' forbid their 'bottoms' from orgasming without permission.

She opens her mouth, I assume to say "Yes, Mistress", but all that comes out is a loud groan as she succumbs to the pleasure and achieves that which she has been denying herself. Her whole body quivers and shakes as she cums, and I busy myself lapping up this little slave's juices.

"Wow... Mistress... that was wonderful... thankyou so much..." came her voice, weak, barely a whisper...

"You're a very well-trained slave," I remark, getting to my feet, "I think that I shall allow you the honour of pleasuring me."

"Thank you, Mistress."

I busy myself with removing the padlocks before I lead my new-found slave, naked apart from a pair of handcuffs and a pair of nipple clamps, upstairs to my bedroom. I have an idea in my head, that will allow me to take my normal role without losing my Mistressness...

We enter my bedroom. I guide her to the foot of the bed and instruct her to kneel before I move over to my toy collection and retrieve four pairs of handcuffs and a small keyring. I drop the keyring into her hands before sitting on the bed. She smiles as she guesses exactly what my plan is - I spread my legs before her, revealing myself to her in all my glory, as I lean forward and handcuff my ankles to the foot of the bed, forcing my legs to remain spread for her.

"Your task," I smile, "is to bring me to orgasm by any way you see fit."

While I talk, I lay down on my back and stretch my hands up to the headboard, and quickly cuff my wrists apart so I am spreadeagled... and at my new slave's mercy. I look down at the foot of the bed, and see that she has stood up... and is smiling very evilly... But I know I have nothing to worry about... she is hampered by the handcuffs, and I know that the keys I dropped in her hands will only work on the handcuffs binding me, not her... I relax and close my eyes, waiting for my arousal to begin...

I feel her climb onto the bed next to me, a little unsteady with her hands cuffed behind her back. I feel the cool chain between her nipples brush against my tummy as she moves down between my legs... and then I feel her hot breath on my nipples... I open my eyes to see my gorgeous submissive, kneeling over me, her hands still firmly cuffed behind her back as she leans forwards to take my left nipple in her mouth... I groan as she suckles on my breast, feeling my nipple get harder... and then I feel her teeth clamp down on me, and I writhe underneath her, pulling at my bonds, unable to do anything to relieve the delicious sensation of pain...

She turns her attention to my other nipple and I, bound helpless beneath her, can only watch (and feel the moisture grow between my legs) as she plays with me, her helpless Mistress. She smiles as my right nipple quickly stands to attention as she brushes her lips past it... and I want her so much, my pussy aches for her, but all she does is tease me... I'm in heaven!

And then she does something completely unexpected. She reaches around with her cuffed hands to her right breast, and pulls the clamp off her nipple (an action accompanied by a small and very sexy gasp from her, might I add) - I look at her, confused, until suddenly her plan dawns on me. She reaches around the other side and removes the other clamp before turning around, so her cuffed hands are above my breasts, and attaches the clamps to my rock-hard nipples... I clench my jaw and close my eyes tight as I try to resist the pain, and a low moan escapes my lips as I struggle in my bonds... the feeling of utter helplessness is incredible, and I feel that the slightest stimulation on my clit will send me exploding in a flurry of orgasms...

But my slave has other plans. She turns around again so that she's facing me, and slowly inches up the bed, astride my tummy, astride my breasts, astride my neck, astride my face... so I'm looking into her gorgeous pussy... she leans back a little and grasps the chain between my nipple clamps, pulling up on it to produce a loud moan from my lips, before she lowers herself onto my face...

"Yes, Mistress!" she groans, as my tongue and lips find her most sensitive areas.

Within moments, my face is soaked with her juices and I continue to lick her, my tongue exploring deep inside her pussy as she tugs on the chain between my nipples. She begins to grind herself on my face, taking as much stimulation as I can give her, and I hear her groans getting faster, her panting getting heavier, and I know she is almost there. I briefly consider denying her the orgasm she wants so badly - she is my slave, after all, and I'm the one who's meant to be cumming here. But another tug on the chain between my nipples reminds me that, for now, she is in control... even if I am the one with the keys to her handcuffs. I rub my nose against her clit and it's the final straw for her... her whole body bucks and shakes as she cums violently, and I lap up her flowing juices hungrily, savouring the taste.

She slowly climbs off me, grinning like the cat that got the cream, and all I can do is lick her cum off my lips as I watch her. I sincerely hope that it's my turn next, since my pussy is aching for her...

"I'm sorry, Mistress," she says, "but I have other plans for you."

I look at her, curious, as she moves over to the phone resting on the bedside table. I raise an eyebrow, questioningly, as she takes the phone off the hook with her cuffed hands and dials a number while looking over her shoulder. She then turns around and kneels in front of it, so she can speak into the receiver.

"Hello? Master? It's me. I've caught a new slave for you. You'll like her... plus she has a nice big house for us to use as much as we like."

After telling him the address, she turns around and hangs up the phone. And all I can do is stare.

"What the hell is going on?" I ask.

"You're my Master's slave now, former Mistress," she smiles at me.

"You have no right to do this..." I say, but she interrupts me.

"That's the risk you take for inviting strange people into your house. And I know that you're really a submissive... I know that the best way I can serve you, Mistress, is to make you a slave."

I look away, not believing what I'm hearing. Here I am, wearing virtually nothing, cuffed spreadeagled to my bed, utterly helpless and vulnerable, awaiting the arrival of my new Master. I look back towards her and open my mouth to say something, but she fills mouth with a ballgag. And now all I can do is mmmmph and struggle as my little slavegirl leaves me. I hear her walking downstairs, and I guess that she's getting ready to let her Master in my front door.

I look around, assessing my situation. I'm wearing a black leather collar, a pair of black latex gloves, a pair of black latex stockings and a pair of black stiletto heels. When I first got dressed like this, in this very room, I had relied on my long hair covering my nipples (and nothing covering my more private parts). But, now, with my hair in disarray and my wrists and ankles securely handcuffed to the four corners of the bed, I have no way to cover myself, no way to protect my modesty. I am spread wide open, my glistening pussy greeting anyone who enters the room... I moan into the gag, gripping it with my teeth before I try to force it out of my mouth, but I know from experience that it isn't going anywhere. I squirm on the bed again, my nipples hurting from the bite of the clamps, but can do nothing about them now. All I can do is wait.

I hear the sound of my front door opening, and a shiver runs through my body. He has arrived. I hear the footsteps as he slowly climbs the stairs, and try to look as defiant as possible as he opens the door and steps into the room. He is tall, dark and handsome... a bit of a cliché, maybe, but he certainly does it for me. His eyes roam over my helpless body, and I instinctively pull at my bonds, trying to cover my nakedness to no avail. He smiles, nodding appreciatively.

"Good, good... my little slave has done well this time," he grins, sitting on the bed beside me, his hand resting on my stomach, "But, of course, she will be punished for disobeying her new Mistress. But that can wait until I've finished playing with her new Mistress. Do you have any objections to me using and abusing you like my own little slave slut?"

I shake my head vigorously, moaning as loudly as I can, glaring at him angrily.

"I didn't think so. Good. Let the fun begin."

His hand slowly moves up my body, cupping my left breast. A small moan escapes my gag as he flicks my clamped nipple. And then his hand moves quickly down my body, sliding between my wide-spread legs to find my moist pussy... his fingers delve inside me, and I know that I am his.