Waiting for Mistress By Sascha (c) 2000
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             It had been two weeks since we last saw each other.  I had been busy with work since they required me to be present for supervision this close to the deadline.  It bothered you so much that you called my employer and lied to them, getting me a weekend off.  You were very disappointed in how I put my job over you because I had no true need to do so.  You expressed your disappointment in your tone and pouty lips when I greeted you at the door, still dressed from work Friday evening.  Your corset emphasized your bust to me, the black dress hung from your hips and before I realized it, I was aroused.  You lifted up your left hand from behind your back and there was my collar.  I stared straight at it, my eyes fixated on possession now. 

            “Now why haven’t you been a good boy lately?  Why have you ignored your Mistress?”

            I had no answer. You didn’t care.  You knew what it was.  I was bad the last time we were together, and this was a corrective measure.  True, work had required more of me lately but not so much that I had no free time for my Mistress. 

            You slipped the collar around my neck, fastening it securely.  It felt familiar.  You adjusted it appropriately so the monogram “HERS” appeared on front. 

            “You’ll not be needing that tone about you either pet.  You know what this is.” You referred to the expression on my face. 

            I said nothing as you walked in, a finger hooking around the ringlet and pulling me along to the couch.  You sat down on my couch and I began to undress.  You looked up at me and I knew you needed a glass of wine.  I threw my shirt on the floor, stepped out of my pants and went to my kitchen to pour you a glass of wine.  I only had white but that was your preference.  I handed the glass to you, kneeled down in front of you and waited for your approval.

            Sipping the wine first then setting the glass down you took a deep breath before speaking. “You know my boy, you’ve hurt me these past two weeks.  You seem to have it in your head that I don’t miss you, don’t you.”  That wasn’t meant to be answered.  I bowed my head shamefully but you lifted my chin up and forced me to look into your eyes.  They captivated me, staring deep into me, burning shame into me.

            “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Your demanding manner sent chills through my body. 

            I stared back at you as you commanded but I tried to harden my gaze.  “You’ve been gone for two weeks from my life, no phone calls, no contact, no email.  Why haven’t you been around?  Work right?”  You’re full of shit.  Tell me why you have avoided me.”

            “Mistress, the last time we were together in public, I uhh, I disobeyed you.  I was bad Mistress.”

            “That’s right.  And you know I have to punish you.  Go get my toy and come back to me.”

            I stood up and headed off to get your toy, the leather flogger that hung proudly on the wall next to my bed, a reminder of the pain I’ve endured for previous disobedient actions.  Next to the flogger was a set of handcuffs.  You had the keys.  Beneath the cuffs and flogger on my nightstand a picture stood of you with me kneeling beneath, with my leash in you hand.  You smiled proudly in that picture.  That was a day to remember.  You told me how satisfied with me you were and I was rewarded with the pleasure of coming inside her. 

            But today was different.  I grabbed the cuffs and leather flogger from the wall and lay them on my bed, shuddering at the thought of being chained down again. I removed the rest of my clothes; I stood only in my collar.  I walked out to the living room where you were sitting, swirling your glass of wine and I knelt in front of her, lowered my head and offered you the flogger and wrist cuffs.

            “Very good boy.  But it won’t make up for your disobedience.”  You placed the handcuffs on my wrists and closed them tightly.  I could not turn my hands, which were palms up already.  You stood me up and led me to another room that was set up only for play but mostly for discipline.  You led me to a ringlet, which held a chain and clasp.  You raised my hands to the chain and clamped the chain to my cuffs.  You went over to the free end of the chain and pulled on it, bringing my arms above my head and making me stand somewhat on my toes.  I stood perfectly still with my eyes closed.  I felt You tug on the o-ring of my collar and fasten another chain to it, which lead to another ringlet in the wall, so I could not escape.  You had me find the stud in the wall previously and set it here as a precaution.  You knew how to push buttons inside my head that would bring about pain, suffering and anger. 

            “There, all secure.” Your tone was more reassurance than a question.

            I nodded my head. 

            “Oh, boy, I forgot one other thing.  Here.”  You slipped the blindfold over my eyes and darkness took over.  I inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly.  The pain didn't bother me really; it was the words.  You knew how to get inside my mind where I allow nobody.  You were learning me quickly. 

            WHACK! The flogger hit my ass and I clenched the muscles in my body to take most of the pain.  It did little good.  The sting raced through my ass like a hot poker. 

            “This is for you.”  WHACK!  Another swipe landed on my ass in the same spot.  I felt the tails of the flogger across my back slowly, I felt you standing behind me, your body heat giving you away. 

            The flogger sliced through the air.  I felt the air from the motion until you hit me again and I shuddered.  This one left a mark for sure.  I tensed my wrists and tried to adjust my level of comfort in the cuffs but you had me up too far.  I couldn’t hold my balance or my pride for much longer. 

            “You know how I miss you.”  WHACK!  Another swing but it hit the small of my back, stinging but not as hard as the last swing. 

            “And boy, you know I won’t stand for disobedience.  I want you to repeat to me what you should have said to Jeanine when she asked who I was.  Each swing, each question answered.  Do you understand?”

            I nodded my head but that resulted only in another flog across my shoulders.

            “I can’t hear nods.”  The sting of your words fell more on me than my burning flesh. 

            “Yes Mistress.”

            I heard my door open and footsteps until they stopped.  Your gaze left me and I felt cold until the other person entered the room.  

            “It looks like we have company boy,” You spoke, commanding the fact.  I barely noticed my semi-erect cock until a hand was laid upon my shoulder.  It wasn’t yours.  I froze in my position, determined not to move or convey any emotion. 

            “Damnit boy! Stop that.”  Thud!  Another swing hit the back of my lower thigh, reddening the area.  You were being cruel this time.  I didn’t understand your reasoning but had no choice but to go along with it. 

            “Now.  I’m going to ask you to repeat to our new friend here what I said of earlier.  You were listening right, boy?”

            “Yes Mistress.”  I inhaled before speaking, “I am to answer your questions as you strike me.  I am to give the correct answers which I should have told Jeanine.”

            I heard a female’s voice giggling.  It wasn’t Jeanine’s. 

            “Very good.  Now, you may ask him any way you choose.”

            I felt different pair of hands caress my shoulders. The cold contrast made me stiffen up but I quickly tried to relax, as I did not want to disappoint You again.  The hands traveled over my body, over the marks and down my thighs.  My cock hardened and I felt the foreign hands cup my balls gently.  A fingernail ran down my back to the crack of my ass and then trailed around to my hips and up my chest.  A moment of silence passed before the voice whispered in my ear, “Who is your new friend?”

            The flogger came down on my ass hard and the new person’s hand grasped my balls tighter as I jumped, but said “Mistress Christine.”

            “Very good,” the voice whispered.  “Now, do you belong to her exclusively?”

            She released my balls but grabbed my thigh, digging her nails into my skin.  The flogger came down harder on my ass, striking a different place but the burn remained the same.  It cooled a moment before I answered, “Yes I belong to Mistress Christine exclusively.”

            “Show me how you are to kneel in front of your Mistress.” The voice softly spoke in my ear but I knew the tone.  I also knew I couldn’t kneel in front of You.  I was chained up and held in place by the chain on my collar.

            Another swing of the flogger across my back and I fell forward against the wall.  I tried to regain my previous position, straining against the cuffs.  A tear welled up in my eye but I ignored it.  I felt the new person’s heat move away from me. I tried to kneel but the chain attached to my collar wouldn’t let me move down.  Trying to move had let me shift my weight for comfort but once I stood up, the pain returned. 

            “Worthless slave.”  Your words stung into my head.  I heard the other voice giggle and then the door shut.  I was alone.  The marks on my back and thighs served as a reminder of my disapproval in Your eyes.  I didn’t know where You had gone or if You intended to let me down.  I only knew I had failed you and now had experienced the familiarity of shame again.  That failure stung closer to heart than it previously had.  It wasn’t the first time and I knew I had to be a better pet.  It didn’t please you for me to be disobedient in public, or for me to deny who you are to my friends that are aware of our relationship. 

            The coldness in the room served as a reminder of how lonely I felt.  You turned up my air because that particular room stayed cold well.  My cock was no longer hard, and the pain still resounded through my body but I had let the memory slip from my mind.  Again, I was fighting You.  I was fighting my submission.  I was fighting us.  It was not my place to fight anymore.  With each strike, each mark on my skin; I was becoming closer to being Your pet.  I didn’t care.  I only focused on my disobedience.  It built up inside and I felt another tear run down my cheek.  I tried to keep it from showing but it was too obvious and the pain inside had become to great to hold back. 

            I would not cry.  I would not give in.  I would not show you the truth.  I would not let you need me.  “I would not” I continued to repeat in my head but the more I repeated that phrase the more difficult it became to hold back my tears.  They slowly slid down my face and dripped to my chest, a cool tear ran across my skin, and I felt another hand on my body.  It was Yours. 

            “You were much better.” Again, another tear slipped between my eyelids and I knew the mask was damp.  It came off and I closed my eyes.  The chain from my collar was undone and my neck was free.  The terrycloth robe against my skin warmed me, as did Your scent of vanilla.  You reached for my wrists that were bruised by now and you undid the chains and cuffs.  I was able to move about.  I lowered my hands to my sides and dropped down on my knees as I thought was expected.  Your hands wrapped around my shoulders; something new came to me.  It was something I hadn’t felt from You in two weeks.  I ignored it. 

            “You know, you really are too stubborn my Pet.”  Your warming voice soothed the air in the room.

            I said nothing.

            “Come, stand up and go get ready for bed.  It’s Friday and I want to spend some time with you.”

            I did as I was asked, standing up and headed towards my room to find a pair of boxers.  There was a pair already laid out for me.  I put them on.  The silk caressed my burns gently but I ached and rubbed my ass and back before sitting down.  You came into my room and went to the other side of the bed where the covers had been pulled back.  You patted a space on the bed and I came over and sat down. 

            “Throw your legs under the covers.  Lay with me.”

            I climbed into bed and curled up in a ball at the edge of the bed.  I still felt alone. 

            “Why do you do that?”

            I turned my head, “Do what?”

            “You know, crawl over like that and sleep?  Did you ever stop to think I wanted some affection?”

            “Not from me.”

            “Slave…”

            “Yes Mistress?”

            “It’s been two goddamn weeks and I haven’t seen you.  I haven’t played, or been played with, or received any affection of any kind from anyone lately.  I want yours.  Do you not love me?”

            “Mistress you know I care.  I just-“

            “Hush.  I’m no longer in the mood.  You’re so fucking lonely sometimes.  Damn you.” 

            I curled back into my position and stayed that way.  I tried to block out the gentle sobs you emitted as you flicked the light off.  It still confused me.  Wasn’t I supposed to only be for Your pleasure?  And if You are strong then what did you need my affection for?  Affection is for the weak. 

            Silence kept me company while you slept but when I brushed against your skin, You felt cold.  I was so arrogant and lonely.  It never occurred to me that You held feelings for me.  You never seemed to let them show.  Or perhaps I misunderstood You entirely. 

            The more I thought about it, our situation, and myself, the more things slowly came to me.  And it saddened me to know I was still so cold to the one being who was generous enough to allow me to please Her.  I was still so cold to someone whom had taken time to train and discipline me for Her use.  For Her. 

            Another drop fell from my eye to the bed.  I let the next tear fall on your skin as I reached over and kissed you, offering my apologizes silently as you slept.  I rolled back over to where I lay and sighed.  I felt Your arm around me and lull me into a warm body. 

            “Pet,” you whispered.

            “Yes Mistress?”

            “Goodnight.” 

Mistress,

The above piece is more for your enjoyment rather than correctness.  I hope it is correct.  I don’t have time to get it to another Mistress to make sure because I promised you a speedy reply.  I hope you enjoy it.  I hope some of it hits you where it hurts.  And I hope some of it heals.

Complete with this, 11 pages and my usual little note on paper you should have a little more reading.  I have your address and will continue to write when I get up there.  I will probably have another letter sent off that’s more romantic, possibly more erotic hopefully finished by Wednesday.  I have one more Lover to write and I’m going to enclose a picture too.  You asked. 

To feel your cool lips over me, heat my body up and then let me loose on you.  To let me devour and please you, swallow you up whole and wash myself in your pleasure…

 Kisses tongue and cuddles…)

 Ryan Houck/Sascha Illyvich