Susan's Punishment

This is the third part of Susan's journey into submission. It started with a phone call ("Good Girl Susan"), that led to a task to prove herself ("Susan's First Challenge"). In this story, Susan finally gets to meet her new Mistress.

Feel free to read the other stories or enjoy this one on its own. Who knows, there may he more to come!

Two whole weeks had passed, so slowly and painfully, since I had sent the video of my challenge to Mistress.

No response, no contact, no call or e-mail even acknowledging that I had sent it. Was she just busy? Was she letting me stew a little, relishing the frustration I was feeling? Or, more likely, had I upset her so much by not sending the video within her 24 hour time limit that she had decided I was just not worth any more of her precious time? I hoped beyond hope that this was not the case - there was something about her, how she did things, how she made me feel, her sensuous voice and caring encouraging words, that made me long for more.

But I had failed her and I was not entitled to any say in the matter. I kept strictly to the two promises I had initially made to her:

1. To think of her and her voice whenever I touched myself.

2. To not cum unless she herself told me to.

But it was hard - I had not had a proper orgasm for over three weeks now, the only times I had cum at all were when she guided me over the phone to a ruined orgasm, and when completing the task set by her to fuck myself with a dildo until I came but again only a ruined orgasm, and so very frustrating at that! Yet still I hoped for that phone call or an e-mail from her calling me her good little girl and telling me to cum for her.

As for "Auntie Beth", the adult store assistant who had helped me find the right sized dildo for the challenge, had taken my contact details and demanded a copy of the video, I had heard nothing from her either. She had seemed to genuinely like me and she had certainly enjoyed herself when trying out the different sizes on me! She must have seen the video and surely she would have been at least amused by it.

But maybe she had been in contact with Mistress and had been told that I had failed - maybe she had been put off me by Mistress somehow and decided not to take things any further. I wouldn't blame her, but I had felt so cared for and nurtured by her soft but strict manner that I longed for something, anything, even just a text. I didn't have her number ("Withheld") and I daren't go back into the adult store again - what if she was angry with me or made a scene, or just wasn't there?

I was in limbo, denied, frustrated, distracted, depressed, lonely.

And just at the point when I had given up all hope (how could she know this?) an email arrived, simply titled "Decision Time". My heart jumped for joy! I felt a tentative relief wash over me - it wasn't quite over yet. She hadn't forgotten me. She wanted something and I wanted to give it to her no matter what it was. Was I really prepared to say that without knowing what she wanted? But I longed so much to please her, to hear her voice again, to be thought of kindly by her.

I opened the e-mail to see what this decision was and what my fate might be. I fully expected that she would want to punish me somehow (HAD TO punish me really - surely a dominant woman cannot allow a submissive's mistakes to go unpunished). But how?

"Susan,

You have failed your first challenge. You know this and you know exactly how you have failed me. I am very disappointed in you. I had such high hopes for you, and such wonderful plans for my good little girl, and you have ruined that as surely as you ruined your orgasms for me!"

Ouch! Not good so far! But all true.

"However, I am confident that you will have continued to keep your promises to me. I know how much you need to please me. And I did very much enjoy watching the video, as did all my friends, and it was they who persuaded me to give you a second chance, against my better judgment.

You will NOT fail me again!

If you do, you will never hear from me again."

Phew! A second chance. I must have done a good job with the video then at least, even if I had sent it late.

"You know I must punish you for your failings and you know it will not be an easy punishment. You may have been having second thoughts about where this will lead.

So you have now a decision to make and only one opportunity to make it - there is no going back from this!

Reply "Yes Please Mistress, I will be your good little girl!" and you may continue to please me.

Reply "I cannot submit to You Mistress." and you will never hear from me again.

You have 24 hours."

I was sorely tempted to reply "Yes!" straight away, but I paused and considered for a moment that she knew exactly what she was doing and what she had planned for me and so she must have given me time to think it over for a very good reason. She knew better than me. She was superior to me. She needed me to be certain before I committed to this because there could be no more mistakes and no backing down.

I closed the e-mail without replying and put the phone away. I should think this through. I had never met this woman, never seen her even, only heard that voice and yet I felt a compulsion that was so strong, a burning need to submit to her.

But I would have no say in my submission. She would call all the shots, I would have to do whatever she commanded without question or hesitation. No matter what that might be - what might that be?

I knew she liked me wearing panties and I liked that too. I knew she liked to control my orgasms and I liked that as well, though it was new to me and had so far resulted in only ruined orgasms. But they had been so fucking erotic! I had never felt such powerful and pleasurable sensations in my life! I knew she liked anal play and even that I had come to enjoy.

But what else did she have in mind and what would her punishment be? I had an unnerving feeling that I wouldn't enjoy it whatever it was - what kind of punishment would it be otherwise?

And she had made no mention of "Auntie Beth" either - maybe that boat had sailed but maybe, just maybe she could help me with this. She was clearly experienced in this sort of thing and I could just pop in - just in passing - and see if she would give me any advice? Maybe she might even repeat the previous incident - that had been incredible! I resolved to visit the Adult Shop at lunchtime the next day before I made my decision.

I felt incredibly nervous as I stood before the doorway. Beth had made no attempt to contact me after I had sent her THAT video. Was she waiting for me to make the next move, or did she want nothing more to do with me. Only one way to find out - I pushed the door and stepped inside and ... my face fell. An old man was sitting behind the counter reading a book and the shop was otherwise empty. I walked swiftly toward the shelf of dildos on the far wall, trying to give the impression that I was browsing. I sighed inwardly when I saw the same dildo that I had purchased for the challenge and wondered if that was the exact same one that Auntie Beth has violated me with in the back room. After all, she had said it was only a display item. I felt empty inside and wished desperately that she could have been there - just to see her lovely face and hear that sweet caring voice calling me Susan.

I made my way nonchalantly to the counter but the man didn't look up. I cleared my throat loudly.

"Excuse me, do you know when Beth will be in please?" I said, resisting the urge to say "Auntie Beth".

"Doesn't work here anymore mate. What you want?" still without looking up.

"Oh, has she got another job somewhere?"

"Probably. Don't know."

I could tell I would get nowhere with this man.

"Well, if she does come back at all could you tell her that ..." can't call myself Susan in front of this man "... Steve was looking for her?"

"Mmm"

That was it. He still hadn't even looked up.

"Thanks." And I left the shop disheartened and unsure what my next move would be.

The hour was swiftly approaching and I needed to reply one way or another. I closed my eyes and tried to focus, as if some divine intervention would give me the right answer. To be honest I was scared, but then I imagined Mistress' voice in my head again and how sublime that had felt. How she had been so caring and encouraging to me. Whatever she had planned for me, she would not let me come to any real harm surely! If I submitted to her completely, if I was hers then surely she would treat me well and do what was best for me. I just had to trust her.

And with that I opened the email, tapped "Reply" and typed those words that would change my life forever:

"Yes Please Mistress. I will be your good little girl!"

I signed it Susan and tapped "Send"! I leaned back and sighed - what had I just done?

And then almost immediately my phone pinged with an incoming email - surely she couldn't have received and replied so quickly? But it was indeed from Mistress - she must have had some kind of automated reply set-up.

It was titled "Susan's Punishment" and I eagerly opened it, keen to know what I would have to go through now.

"Good girl Susan!

You have made the right choice and you will not regret it.

You are now my panty slave and you will do exactly as I command, WHEN I command it." That last bit was emphasised in big bold letters - just in case I have not yet learned my lesson.

"Your punishment for disobeying my command is to report to the following address at 3pm this afternoon. You will wear your best panties under your normal clothes. And you will be completely shaved."

I felt thrilled! And an address for me to attend? Was I to meet her at last? Would she flog me senseless for being such a naughty little girl? Would she allow me to cum afterwards? I gave a little squeak of excitement.

The address was in West London - quite a nice area - but when I looked on StreetView all I could see was a large townhouse with no signs or anything. The appointment was for that afternoon! And I only had some plain cotton panties on! She had asked me to wear my best panties. I decided to tell my boss that I was feeling a bit under the weather and left the office to see if I could buy something really special to wear to my appointment.

I headed into central London, aiming to find an upmarket lingerie shop. The only one I knew of was near Covent Garden, in one of those little back streets that can get very crowded on the weekend, but on a Tuesday morning were empty. As I walked past it (I first wanted to check if it was open and whether there were other customers) I could see through the window a shop assistant taking with a customer and decided to move on and maybe come back in 10 minutes. And then I spotted another lingerie shop down a small side alley and decided to at least check in the window. There were two mannequins wearing simple beautiful matching sets in different colours, with stockings and garters. I couldn't take my eyes off of them and was greedily taking in the scene and wondering whether anything would suit (or even fit) me when I noticed a tall slender and incredibly beautiful woman toward the back of the shop. She was dressed in a very revealing dress and I could just see the top of her stockings. And she had the most striking make up, with deep red pouty lipstick and stunning eye shadow that made her look slightly innocent and slutty at the same time. And she was beckoning me inside with one finger and a half-smile. I felt the adrenaline rush through me and my semi erect cock (it was always at least semi erect now - a delicious but distracting feeling) twitched and pulsed.

As I entered the shop, an old style bell tinkled above the door and it felt like I was stepping back in time to the 60s when the shopping experience was so different to these days - proper customer service, neatly displayed items in mahogany cases. This strange sense of time travel must have been triggered too by the woman who looked, and was dressed, like she came from a different time. I could see now that her sheer stockings has a line all the way down the back of her legs, spreading out delicately and perfectly at the heels before disappearing into those incredible black and red stiletto shoes - they looked very expensive. And something about the cut of her dress, her hair mounded up artfully on top of her head displaying a slender neck that seemed just perfectly proportioned, gave the impression of a Hollywood film star from the golden age. I stopped just inside the doorway (not daring to commit myself further but also wanting to take in this vision of beauty and elegance) and heard the tinkle again as the shop door closed softly behind me. Despite my height I felt very small in front of this goddess.

But that half-smile remained on those perfect lips and she opened them just a touch, almost as if she were getting ready to kiss her Hollywood co-star. I was transfixed!

"They are lovely aren't they!" She said in a playful voice and I thought for a moment she was referring to her gravity-defying breasts, the tops of which were bulging over her bra and almost popping through her dress.

"Yes Miss!" I stammered - not able to take my eyes from her breasts and lips. Why had I called her Miss? It just somehow seemed right for this place and she didn't seem to mind. Just smiled more broadly and said "I was talking about the mannequins sir!" And gave a little chuckle as she slowly stepped forward toward me and I instinctively stepped backwards to maintain a distance - I didn't deserve to be that close to this goddess! She kept stepping forward and my back touched the door - another little tinkle sounded, and like Pavlov's dog my cock twitched in my panties and firmed up even more.

Staring straight into my eyes she had mesmerised me and I felt an unaccountable fear - like I was her prey and had been trapped.

"Yes, sorry Miss." I managed, but could still not take my eyes from her as she got closer and closer and then reached out her delicate hand and said "would you like to see more sir?" Did she mean more of her, or more lingerie?

"Yes please!"

She smiled again and took my hand in hers and it was such a soft and warm and gentle touch that I felt a shock of electricity run all the way up my arm and my heart started to pound in my chest. Turning sharply on those 4" heels but still holding my hand she pulled me further in and toward the counter. I could do nothing to resist.

"Now tell me what size you are."

It took a moment to process this - she hadn't asked what size I was looking for - she had definitely asked what size I was! Did she know something? Could she just tell? Was she part of Mistress' extended coterie as well? Increasingly I found it difficult to judge what was real and what was part of my feverish and sexually frustrated imaginings.

"Size 12." I muttered - very conscious that she was still holding my hand in hers and that I was now just inches away from her. I could feel the warmth emanating from her hot body and in her heels she must have been almost as tall as me so her eyes lined up with mine and that incredible mouth was just a foot away from mine.

"You don't have to be shy sir - I understand why you're here.

I must tell you though that we are not a cheap establishment and we only cater to the most discerning clientele."

And with that she withdrew her hand and I felt lost and lonely all of a sudden. Should I even be here? Perhaps I should have just gone to a department store to get something nice that wouldn't break the bank. But I was here now and I couldn't leave this gorgeous woman yet - even if I could just ask the prices and then say I'd think about it. And yet I found myself saying in a clearer voice "It's for a special occasion Miss. I wanted to get something nice and ... well I'm not really sure what I want exactly."

She reached for my hand again and I felt a surge of love and devotion and a lump formed in my throat and I found I couldn't speak again.

"It's ok sir. I'm sure we can find just the right thing. What is the occasion may I ask?"

I swallowed and regained a bit of composure "I'm not really sure Miss. That is, I'm going to meet someone special but I don't know what to expect."

She smiled and then pouted those lips as if she were thinking hard and a funny but glorious expression crossed her face. "Well let's see - did this special person give you any instructions?"

How could she know? She must be in on it, but how? My mind was playing tricks on me again.

"Well, just an address and time. And she asked me to wear my best panties." There - I had said it out loud, though we both knew that I was shopping for myself.

"And what style do you usually go for sir? I don't think a thong would work for your size ..." and she looked down right at my groin. My cock was rock hard now and it was more than obvious through my trousers - almost pushing them outwards towards her. Her gaze rested there for what seemed like a whole minute, and then she raised her head again and looked directly into my eyes! Fucking hell she was so bold and confident and it felt like she could see into my mind and knew everything about me. It was very unsettling and I felt myself squirming in my clothes.

"Well I quite liked the blue flowery ones on the mannequin." I stammered and looked around toward the shop window - just to get away from that knowing gaze for a second - and when I turned back she was still looking straight at me with a smirk.

"I don't think so sir! The waist on those are far too low for you. And the high leg will not really be appropriate if this really is a special lady - you wouldn't want to look too slutty now would you?"

I gulped and couldn't think what to say. But she was already turning and walking toward the back of the shop, still holding my hand and leading me gently on.

"Now we do have some very flattering fuller knickers - these are usually for the larger lady and they aren't so revealing but I think that would work just right for you sir."

She dropped my hand and started pulling out a few drawers - those old mahogany style ones with a brass pull and white handwritten labels that I couldn't quite read.

"Ah - here we are!" And she pulled out what looked like very large knickers and held them up to my crotch, just slightly brushing it with the back of her hands. My cock visibly twitched through my trousers and I could feel a small wet patch inside my panties. I was frozen there, wild eyed and almost panting with excitement.

"Now these aren't the right colour for you but I think ..." she held the waistband taught and tight against my waist, just below my belt and was moving them side to side and up and down - as if adjusting them to my fit - so they were rubbing the tip of my cock quite firmly through my trousers and I groaned audibly.

"... yes these are definitely a good style for you sir. Now what colour do you think?" And not waiting for an answer she turned again and rummage in the drawers.

"I think blue is too bold for you sir. You seem like a delicate little flower and blue would make you look too assertive. I think a pale peach colour would go well with your skin tone - will you be naked sir?"

I couldn't answer, just mumbled an acknowledgment and tried to adjust my very stiff cock while she wasn't looking so that it wouldn't be too obvious and also because the wet patch was starting to spread inside and I didn't want it to seep through my trousers.

She turned just as I was doing this with another pair in one hand. Without saying anything she slapped my hand away from the front of my crotch and it stung surprisingly. She placed the peach panties on my crotch and moved them around again - rubbing the tip over and over until I thought I could easily just cum from that friction alone. I quickly stepped back - I could NOT afford to cum in my pants right now!