First Time Mistress and Slave

That was the time that Fran was waiting for. She pulled herself free of Jane's embrace and climbed away to stand by the side of the bed looking down, the artificial cock still standing proudly from her crotch.

"Did I not tell you to resist?" She asked Jane coldly.

Rejoicing bizarrely at Fran's tone Jane replied without remorse. "I resisted as long as I could, Mistress, but you are too good, too sexy for me to resist altogether."

"Don't try and soft-soap me. I instructed you to resist and you have failed. Is there any reason why you should not be punished?"

"No Mistress." There was nothing else to say.

"Then get off that bed and stand against the wall." Fran pointed to the wall opposite the bed.

Still breathing heavily Jane clambered from the bed and staggered jelly-legged across the room, feeling the clamps on her nipples swing and tug as she went.

Fran pointed to the clamps. "Now change them over."

When Jane stared at her uncomprehendingly she explained icily. "Take the clamp from your right tit and put it on your left and vice-versa. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Jane unscrewed her left clamp with some difficulty and wriggled it free of her breast, immediately expelling her breath through clenched teeth as the blood flowed back into her abused nipple and took the pain to a new, almost unbearable intensity. Removing the second was a toe curling experience that brought genuine tears of pain to her eyes, but she still felt elation at being able to follow Fran's instruction even knowing the pain it would bring.

She paused momentarily with both clamps in the palm of her hand as she got to grips with the hurt in her breasts, but then, with a quick glance of triumph at her Mistress she screwed them back onto her tender throbbing nipples, taking the pain with no more than a tiny involuntary groan as she tightened the second screw.

Fran was impressed, but successfully hid the fact, issuing new orders to her slave. "Now turn around and lean on your hands against the wall with your feet apart."

Jane 'assumed the position', knowing exactly what Fran wanted from the countless cop shows on television, and then waited expectantly for either the whip or the tawse to bite into her flesh, knowing that Fran was intent on delivering more physical pain yet.

Suddenly she felt a sharp stinging pain across her backside, a blow delivered without warning and feeling totally unlike what she expected from either of the two implements she had seen. But she wasn't given time to think about it, because the first blow was followed by the second, and then the third quick succession. A fast rat-a-tat of sharp light strokes on her flesh, flesh that was still warm and tender from the earlier spanking. Of themselves, none of the strokes was more than a quick sting, but the rapid fire delivery let the discomfort accumulate, the hurt of the next coming before that of the previous one had died away. Soon Jane was gasping from the pain in her bottom and still without knowing what was being used to torment her so very effectively.

She received a few seconds relief when Fran stopped to adjust her stance, but then the staccato beat of the punishment began again, this time against the tender skin on the back of her legs. Once again the build up began, each stroke adding to the discomfort of the last until she wondered how much more she could take. She moaned and writhed from the ever-increasing pain, unable to prevent herself and making her nipple clamps sway and pull at the same time.

Instinctively Jane tried to take her legs away from the ordeal, bending them at the knee and moving them further apart, trying to find relief. But instead of relief it brought greater torment as Fran was now able to turn her attention to Jane's inner thighs, bringing her never ending rhythm of pain to that more tender area. She looked down, seeking to find what devilish instrument was causing such pain, only to be amazed to find Fran wielding a thin green cane of the kind used to support pot plants. It ain't what you do but the way that you do it, she thought irrationally, almost giggling from the mix of comedy and torture.

Jane gasped and wriggled, anything for a respite from the ordeal, and without thinking she took a hand from the wall and reached down, trying to get her hand between the cane and her tormented flesh, but her Mistress simply hit her hand instead, doing it harder and harder until she took it away.

"Now keep your hands flat against that wall and spread your legs wider." Fran told her in a tone that brooked no defiance. "Or you'll surely wish you had."

Jane made a wide 'vee' with her legs and leaned on her hands again, adrenalin rushing through her from a strange mix of trepidation and satisfaction.

"That's better, now stay that way. If you keep interrupting it will take longer to do, won't it?"

The question was rhetorical, but Jane answered submissively anyway.

"Yes Mistress."

The tattoo of cane against flesh began again, and with Jane's legs now spread wider, Fran was able to keep up an even faster rhythm by whipping the cane to and fro between Jane's thighs, and even though she had had a short break, it was only moments before Jane was gasping and panting once more. Back and forth went the cane, sometimes landing just above Jane's knees, but often tormenting the more tender skin towards the tops of her legs, occasionally landing within a hairs breadth of her pussy and making her gasp with fear.

Jane withstood her punishment with gritted teeth, her legs now on fire from the continuous sting of the little green cane, her breasts throbbing from the pull of the weights still swinging from them, and her bottom still burning. To add to that her shoulders were beginning to pound from leaning on he hands and her whole body starting to ache from the unnatural position she had been forced to adopt. Her safe word leapt into her mind but she forced it back, determined not to give in.

But there was no sign of Fran wanting to stop, and with her face twisted with pain Jane simply couldn't prevent herself from writhing and turning, raising first one leg from the floor and then the other, in an attempt to get relief. Of course, all that did was to make her nipple clamps bite harder and tug more harshly, but she just couldn't stand still. In the end the inevitable happened and she fell, collapsing in a heap on the bedroom carpet, tears breaking out at what she saw as her failure.

"Sit up if you can't stand, but don't lie there and expect sympathy."

Jane shuffled round to sit on her very tender bottom with her back against the wall, her legs still held far apart in a subconscious effort to prevent them from rubbing together. She stared fixedly at the carpet, wondering how she could make things up to her Mistress.

"Look at me."

She raised her head to gaze passively into Fran's face, incongruously noticing as she did so that the big black dildo was still standing at Fran's crotch and bobbing on its straps before her face. Somehow it didn't seem as ludicrous at the time as she would think it later, but instead it just seemed to reinforce her Mistress's authority and control.

Fran moved forward to stand between Jane's thighs and, taking the black plastic cock in her hand as if it was real she offered it to Jane's mouth, resting the tip against her lips and gently but insistently pushed it towards her.

"You've interrupted me twice so far today, so let's see how you handle this. Give my cock a blow job."

Normally such an order wouldn't have made sense, but Jane knew exactly what Fran was doing and exactly what she wanted. She opened her mouth and accepted the fake penis. She had been ordered to give the strap-on a blow job, but knew she would never be allowed to do so. No sooner had the hard black head passed between her lips than Fran leaned forward, pushing it further in and in effect fucking her mouth.

Jane accepted the thrusting passively, just leaning back on the wall and letting Fran use her mouth as she would, tasting her own drying juices on the black plastic as it slid back and forth over her tongue. But then Fran was pushing it deeper, pressing it to the back of her mouth, nearly into her throat and making her gag reflexively. She brought her hands up to grasp the cock and stop it making her retch.

"Take your hands away." Fran's command was sharp. "In fact, if you need employment for them, remove your tit clamps."

The cock was now thrusting hard and fast into her mouth, its sheer size forcing Jane to breathe through her nose and making it difficult for her to concentrate on obeying Fran's latest command. But she managed to free one clamp, the surge of returning blood making her groan with agony before she turned her attention to the other. Her body was being jolted by Fran's mouth-fucking and the movements made her pull at her own breast, hurting herself even more, but eventually she freed the second one too, tensing herself for the brutal pain she knew it would bring. She wasn't sure if she should be pleased to be rid of the torture or sorry to lose their presence, but she laid them almost tenderly on the carpet beside her, her throbbing breasts a reminder of their use.

"Now keep your hands down."

Jane couldn't respond, her mouth was fully occupied and her body was being pushed about by Fran's movements, so she placed her palms flat on the floor to give her some stability. Her mouth was beginning to ache from dealing with giant cock and she was starting to feel very second hand from her experience with Fran. The session had already been at least as tough as she had expected and it was not over yet.

Fran slowed her thrusts, leaning on the wall with one hand and using the other to hold the dildo and prevent it from coming out of Jane's mouth, pushing it as far as she could into her throat and only stopping when Jane began to gag on it. This, of all the things she had done today, was giving her the greatest sense of power over her slave and she intended to take it as far as she dare. She was beginning to realise what an adrenalin rush domination could bring.

At the same time Jane was proud of herself for forcing her Mistress to go this far, even though she was worried, maybe a little frightened, about what she had given herself into. She could tell that Fran was very turned on; every time she pushed the dildo forward and she was forced to breath through her nose Jane could scent her arousal. Her concern was that she was already having trouble breathing except in little gasps when her Mistress pulled back and she wasn't sure how far sexual stimulation would make her inexperienced Mistress go.

Shortness of breath and adrenalin generated from her state of arousal were soon making Jane feel euphoric, she was getting to where she wasn't quite sure what was happening and didn't really care. All she was sure about was that she was being completely dominated by her Mistress and loved every moment, regardless -- or maybe even because of - the pain, anxiety and humiliation. She wanted to just passively accept everything that was thrown at her and then ask for more.

"Sit up straight, you little bitch."

The unexpected order made Jane notice that she had unconsciously slumped to one side, her supporting arm sliding away from her across the carpet. She tried to sit up again, but the fake penis in her mouth made it awkward and she struggled to get her hand back under her.

"Do as you are told."

Fran's voice was harsh and her fingers entwined into Jane's hair, grabbing a handful of her blonde curls and hauling her bodily back into an upright position. Jane's face was forcibly turned forwards again and the dildo pushed deep into her throat, once more making her retch and gasp for breath.

A sudden pain in her pussy caught Jane by surprise and it took a moment for her to realise what had happened. Fran had kicked her. From her position standing between Jan's widespread legs her Mistress had lashed out, giving Jane a sharp kick that landed exactly on target. A second kick followed, catching Jane on her clitoris before the foot was quite brutally ground into her pussy. It hurt, but the thought that Fran was kicking her most tender and intimate parts, parts that should normally be treated gently and almost even reverently, gave her a perverse thrill at the demeaning action.

Jane could feel Fran's toes pushing and wriggling at the opening to her vagina, seeking entrance like so many clumsy fingers. She tried to adjust her position to give them access, but Fran was still holding her by the hair and preventing almost any movement. Even so, it felt good to have her Mistress's foot pressing into her pussy.

"You like that, don't you?"

Jane was unable to reply with the enthusiastic 'yes' that she felt, but she tried to convey her agreement with her eyes, wanting Fran to continue. "You enjoy having your worthless cunt kicked, don't you?"

Fran's foot came back and swung hard into Jane's soft and tender regions. Jane grunted with the impact, hurting but feeling immense arousal from the violent and unlikely stimulation. Again Fran swung her foot, nearly jerking the dildo from Jane's mouth in the process, and again being rewarded by Jane's mewling cry of pain and pleasure. She ground her toes into Jane's flesh, pressing hard on her clitoris, wiggling her toes deliberately to make her red painted toenails scrape at the tender flesh.

Jane cried out as she felt Fran's toes gouge and scratch at her clitoris and her labia, feeling humiliating pain mixed with embarrassing pleasure and not knowing quite which she wanted most. She was still nearly suffocating from the strap-on stuffed into her aching mouth, her face being shaken about as the effects of Fran's jolting kicks were transferred to the strap-on, but she was nevertheless beginning to feel another orgasm stirring slightly deep inside her pelvis.

She still did not have Fran's permission to cum, but by now she no longer had the self-control to even try and stop herself. Instead she just let it build, each time Fran's foot drew back to swing forward once more Jane felt her climax loom closer, and each time her Mistress's foot mashed into her pussy she let the pain stimulate her. The feelings were sensational, her mind astounded that she could be abused into an orgasm, but her body reacting spontaneously from sheer ecstasy. It was going to be good, and nothing was going to stop her.

When she did cum, she opened her mouth to try and get the air she needed and, failing to breathe around the plastic cock, she slumped to the floor, letting it slide from her mouth and almost dragging Fran down as well by her grip on her hair. There she lay, twitching and shuddering as her orgasm rippled through her body, gasping and moaning, her pelvis jerking with instinctive thrusts that found only air, with her surprised Mistress standing over her open-mouthed.

Fran watched in awe, astounded that the cruelty she had heaped upon her friend could have triggered such a reaction, and profoundly stimulated herself by her own power. She looked down at the dildo, still glistening wet with Jane's saliva further along its shaft than she would have thought possible, and then at Jane, and felt a wave of affection spread through her. Quickly she undid the straps, slipping the dildo from her crotch and letting it fall to the floor, its job done, and then, as Jane flopped onto her back and lay in the exhausted aftermath of her orgasm, she lay alongside her and took her into her arms.

"That's it, my darling." Fran whispered to Jane. "It's over, and you did well."

Jane looked at Fran, a little smile on her sweat-shiny face, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

"Thank you, Mistress."