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I have a husband who loves me very much and gives me anything I want. The only thing he can't give me is the one thing I want the most. I want to be owned. I want to be punished when I am a bad girl. Because of this, I have had to look for outside sources to fulfill my need. I have a meeting tonight with someone that I met through the personals in my local paper. She says she can help me that she understands. I am so glad, because my husband would kill me if I ever suggested anything remotely out of the ordinary. We meet in a local coffee shop about ten o'clock at night. She is beautiful, curvy, dark hair and eyes. There is something about her that is dark and mysterious. She exudes power and control. She is exactly what I need.
Her name is Mistress Brooklyn. She tells me that is all I need to know. I nod my head and say yes mam. She tells me it is time to leave and that I am to follow her to her house so that we may discuss things further in a more private and appropriate setting. I am following her trying not to speed. I am so excited at the thought of finally finding someone that can understand my needs. She pulls up in front of a small bungalow on a quiet street. I am actually caught a little off guard. I figured we would be going to some dark deserted street with a dead end. She motions for me to pull in behind her. I park my car and hastily grab my purse and lock my door.
She commands that I follow behind her. We walk around to the back of her house and down some stairs to what looks like a cellar. She opens the door and turns on a light. She steps aside and tells me to go inside. I am a little apprehensive, as I don't know what is in this cellar. I take a deep breath and I walk into what looks like something out of the medieval times. I guess you would call it a dungeon. Complete with rack and wheel, suspension bars, wire cages and so many other things half of which I don't know what they are. Their are paddles, whips, chains and cat o nine tails hanging on one wall at the far end of the room.
There is this odd contraption that almost looks like a body bag hanging somewhat like a hammock in between two poles cemented into the ground. This contraption intrigues me; I guess you could call it a mummy bag. I hear my lesbian mistress walk up behind me. I start to turn around and she stops me. She tells me I do not have permission to look at her. She tells me to stand still and not to move, that if I move I will be punished. I automatically obey her. She takes my jacket off and proceeds to undress me. She leaves my bra and panties on. She tells me to close my eyes. I obey. I feel her put something over my eyes, its soft, kind of like suede, yes a suede bandanna. I feel something around my neck, it's a collar with a chain attached.
She leads me like a dog across the room. She pushes on my shoulders to make me get on my knees. I am shaking out of anticipation of what she is going to do. I stay where I am, and I can here her rustle around. I can hear a chain rattling and soft whispers of movement. The hair on my body is standing on end, I am so aware of everything going on around me even though I can't see. I feel Mistress Brooklyn upon me hovering over me in silence. She tells me to stand up, I try but I tumble a bit, as I can't see. She grabs my arm and yanks me to my feet.
She tells me to stand still and I obey. She removes my bandana and I blink to clear my sight and adjust my eyes to the light. She tells me since I have been a good girl so far that I can see what she is going to do to me. I do not speak, as she has not given me permission too. I notice in her hand that she has a four foot long black leather-riding crop. She tells me to stand on one leg with my foot facing out. She takes the riding crop and smacks the bottom of my foot sharply. She tells me to switch to my other foot and she warms my other foot.Hardcore Lesbian Domination HERE!
She continues to do this numerous times and the bottoms of my feet are bright red. She bends me over and begins to warm my ass with the crop. I moan out loud by accident and this makes Mistress Brooklyn very angry. She did not tell me that I could make any noise. She takes my chain and yanks on it hard, pulling me to the floor. She makes me lay on my back on the cold cement floor. She stands over me, her legs straddling my waist. She kneels over me so her tits are swinging above my face. She lowers her body so her ass is on my tummy. Her breasts are huge, like ripe melons. She leans forward and puts my face in her cleavage, I can barely breathe. She is smothering me with her tit flesh.
I squirm under her weight. She stands up. Walks away in a huff stomping her feet. She tells me to get up and get dressed, quickly. She tells me it is time for me to leave. That I must go home now. I do not want to leave my mistress; I know I have angered her. I sneak a peek at my watch and realize that it is way past the time I should have been home. I gather my things and get dressed. I hear a click and realize my mistress has left the room. I am not sure what to do, how do I contact her again?
I slowly walk outside to my car. I see no lights on in her home. I sigh deeply and approach my car. I can see something on my windshield. I reach out and grab the piece of paper. On it is written a short note:
You were a very naughty girl. You will meet me here every Wednesday at ten o'clock at night so that I may teach you how to be a proper slave. I expect you too obey me.
Your Mistress Brooklyn
I shiver in anticipation of what my lesbian mistress is going to teach me next Wednesday.
THE END
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