Aglaia Ch. 02

Disclaimer: This short story is fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

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It's Saturday morning, the third Saturday since Aglaia met Mistress Ann. Both of Aglaia's roommates are sleeping in. Aglaia hurriedly prepares herself for another adventure behind mansion doors. Just as she finishes dressing herself, she hears stirring. Trisha and Lina clear the sleep from their eyes and inquire as to Aglaia's destination.

"Where are you off to this morning?" the brunette Trisha inquires.

"Oh, just off to the library to study," Aglaia replies.

"Without any books?" the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Lina queries.

The university is a tight-knit community. Several classmates of Aglaia have observed her being picked up near the four-horsemen statue and mentioned the fact to Trisha and Lina. They found it unusual that their shy roommate was involved with a person of substance.

"We don't mean to be noisy, Aglaia," Trisha explains. "We just don't want you to get into any trouble. Coeds are frequent targets for perverts and worse."

"Oh, don't worry," Aglaia retorts, "soon I will introduce you to my Mistress."

"Your Mistress!" Lina interjects. "You silly little tart, holding out on your roommates, you are." All three girls laugh.

"It's late," Aglaia remarks. "I have to go now."

"Have fun," Lina says as Aglaia leaves.

Aglaia rushes to the pick up point. She is running late. On their first date, Mistress Ann rode in the black, E-class Mercedes-Benz. After their first encounter, Oleg the chauffeur fetched Aglaia. It was pointed out that the pick up time should be precisely eight o'clock in the morning. Oleg was instructed not to wait.

Aglaia pants as she breaks into a wind sprint. She sees the black sedan and imagines it pulling off without her. But this morning Oleg is a prince. His aura of being a taciturn curmudgeon has softened. Aglaia does not wait for Oleg to open the door, she rushes to climb in.

"I'm sorry that I'm late," Aglaia tells Oleg. He merely nods. He glances at her and turns his head, keeping both hands to the wheel and his eyes to the road. It is clear that they are behind schedule. Mistress Ann will have to wait on her morning tea. This bodes trouble for Aglaia. She has managed to stay in good graces with Mistress Ann so far, enjoying the ritual binding and stimulating foreplay.

They arrive at the mansion. Aglaia waits for Oleg to open the car door. As Aglaia enters the mansion, Oleg parks the sedan. Mistress Ann is waiting with a cane in her hand. Aglaia senses that a severe punishment is in order. But wait! Surely Mistress Ann could not know that she was late for pick up. Maybe there was traffic on the freeway? Maybe the street was congested? Then it dawned on Aglaia. Mistress Ann is no nineteenth-century mistress. She is tech-savvy with the latest in sensors, transducers, cameras and the like.

"You are not a street whore or slut, Aglaia," Mistress Ann remarks. "So why did you act like one?"

Aglaia is nonplussed.

"You do not enter a vehicle. You wait to have the door opened for you." Mistress Ann remarks. Then she continues: "This morning's behavior is unacceptable. You were late and improper. And look at you! Light blue jeans and a light pink blouse is OK, but where is your bra?"

"Oops," Aglaia utters. "I was in a hurry this morning. My roomies were asking questions." Then she quickly added: "Mistress."

"No excuse, girl," Mistress Ann interjects. "Present your buttocks for caning. Count each stroke out loud. If you fail to speak loudly enough an additional stroke will be added. Does a girl understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Aglaia replies. "A girl understands."

Aglaia begins to undress and folds her clothes: light blue Levis(tm), a light pink cotton shirt (blouse), a pair of white gym socks, red tennis shoes, and a black thong. When she is totally undressed, she assumes the Nadu position.

Mistress Ann frowns. "'Cutie' not 'Nadu' girl. We are BDSM, not Gorean." She commands. Aglaia makes a smooth, flexuous transition from Nadu to Cutie. Mistress Ann is impressed. "Well done, Aglaia!" she states.

Aglaia is embarrassed at her small breasts, albeit her nipples are standing hard and firm and her areolas puckered. Her pussy is wet and vaginal fluid streaks down her creamy inner thighs. She is a gorgeous girl and her scent of arousal generates pheromones. These chemical messengers induce endorphins in the olfactory and limbic brain. The result is an atavistic animal attraction that overcomes all inhibition. The need to climax is overpowering.

Mistress Ann is startled at the sight. Her slave girl is on the verge of an orgasm. Mistress Ann rubs the cane between Aglaia's legs. Only a few soft stokes plunges Aglaia into an earth-shattering orgasm. As she cums Mistress Ann pulls the cane from between her legs and strikes her glorious hemisphere hard. Aglaia is so enthralled and enraptured with her climax that she doesn't even feel the cane. As her climax begins to subside, she screams out in pain.

"Has a girl forgotten not to scream or cry out?" Mistress Ann asks.

"Oh, Mistress," Aglaia pleads as the cum drips from her vulva onto the polished hardwood floor. She is embarrassed to have made such a nuisance. Will mistress ask her to clean it up with her mouth?

"Beg your punishment, girl," Mistress Ann demands.

"Please give your girl the punishment she deserves, Mistress," Aglaia begs

Mistress Ann positions her girl in a chair, exposing her blemish-free, flawless ass cheeks, soon to be discolored, striped, and bruised. She massages Aglaia's rump as she prepared to deliver twenty hard lashes. The first strike comes with a crack like unto a bull whip or sonic boom. Aglaia twists, wreathes, and wretches.

"One, Mistress," Aglaia murmurs.

"Louder girl," Mistress Ann demands. As she delivers the second blow.

"Two Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows.

"Three Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows.

"Four Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows.

"Five Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. Aglaia slips to her knees.

"Six Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows.

"Seven Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows.

"Eight Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. Aglaia's ass is bright red.

"Nine Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows.

"Ten Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. Aglaia's ass is showing signs of bruising.

"Eleven Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows.

"Twelve Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows.

"Thirteen Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows.

"Fourteen Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows.

"Fifteen Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. Aglaia slips to her knees again.

"Sixteen Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows.

"Seventeen Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows.

"Eighteen Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. Aglaia's ass is dull red.

"Nineteen Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows.

"Twenty Mistress," Aglaia speaks.

"Thank you for punishing me, Mistress," Aglaia says. Mistress Ann smiles.

"Time now for binding and toys, girl," Mistress Ann says.