Call Me Mistress

by Ann Onominos

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Storycodes: F/m; D/s; femdom; mall; roleplay; foot; massage; F/m; cage; fiddle; chairtie; F/f; naked; bond; bdsm; flogger; gag; toys; insert; electro; shock; force; oral; cons/reluct; XX

story continued from chapter two

Chapter 3: You like shoes, right?

I wanted to play a little game with Richard, something kinky, something really different. I have always had this fantasy about going shoe shopping and having the shoe salesman (not Al Bundy) end up giving me a foot massage. In my fantasy, it would start with a touch of my instep and gradually, with each pair of shoes I tried on, would get elevated to a full foot massage. My idea was for Richard to pose as a shoe salesman and live out my fantasy, but not with me. With some unsuspecting hot lady!

On Saturday morning we went to the Mall and starting browsing in a shoe store. When the right lady came in, I signaled Richard and he took over. He asked if he could help her and proceeded to try some shoes on her. He started with a little touch on her instep while slipping a shoe on her dainty foot. He told her he really should rub her foot a little, to get it warmed up so the shoe fit would be better. Well, she bought the line and he massaged her feet. First one foot, then the other. She was wearing a skirt so it was easy for Richard to work his way up her leg, a little at a time. Did she spread her legs a little, or was that my imagination? All the time I was watching, getting really turned on. Richard was getting a hard on and kind of embarrassed, so he told her he had to go to lunch and left her without making a purchase. We both got a good laugh out of that.

Then I had another idea. This time I would pretend to be the customer and he would pretend to be the salesman. Well, he put on quite the show for the other customers, giving me a foot massage that extended well above my knee! It was hilarious. The remarks we heard were so funny. His hand kept going higher and higher on my leg until the manager finally came around and asked us to leave. That was memory I won’t soon forget.

We walked around the Mall and came to a kinky leather goods store. We went in and walked around. I was getting very excited, looking at all the bondage equipment and kinky clothing for sale. I saw some handcuffs and told Richard that he would look good wearing them. He took the hint and bought 4 pairs! I wonder what he had in mind?

That night he slept handcuffed to the bed, spread eagle, cuffs on each wrist and ankle. I teased him and tormented him all night. Every time I woke up during the night I fondled him until he was rock hard and then slapped his cock until he was soft again. He was in the middle of the bed so I didn’t have much room to sleep and kept waking up during the night. I woke up 5 or 6 times at least.

In the morning I released him and ordered breakfast in bed. When he asked what I wanted, I just said, “Surprise me, but it better be great or you are going into the cage!” Well, he brought me bacon, scrambled eggs, buttered toast, a glass of OJ and coffee. It was very good but I figured he really wanted to be caged for a while so I locked him up anyways. Besides, I wanted to go shopping. I told him to give me some money, so he opened his wallet. He gave me some and I demanded more. He gave me some more and I just stood there with my hand out. “You won’t need any money where you are going!” I said. I marched will down to the basement and ordered him into the cage.

“Mistress, please have mercy. I made you a nice breakfast. I don’t want to be caged today.” he begged.

“Get in there!” I ordered as I urged him in with my foot. I locked the cage door and told him I’d be back in a few hours.

When I returned I asked him if he was cramped up. “No Mistress, not at all” he lied. He just remembered the drill sergeant routine from before. I let him out and asked him, “Richard, I know you like music, right”

“Yes, why do you ask?”

Whack! Whack! Whack! went my riding crop. “CALL ME MISTRESS!” I ordered.

“Yes Mistress, I like music” he said.

“Good. I bought you a fiddle. Not the kind you play, the kind you wear!” (For those who don’t know what a fiddle is, it is usually made of metal, but could be wood. It is actually a portable pillory that can be locked on, encapsulating both the wrists and neck, with the wrists very close together. I suppose it looks something like a fiddle.) I locked the fiddle on Richard and made him walk around naked with it on the rest of the day. Of course I used my whip on his butt from time to time. I even made him scrub the kitchen floor while wearing it. He had to bend way down on his knees while scrubbing the floor with a small brush, but he managed. He complained once but I told him to be quiet or I’d make him use a toothbrush, or maybe his tongue. That shut him up.

When he finished the floor, I hollered to him, “Oh Richard Dear, come here and clean my pussy as long as you are in a cleaning mood. This time you may use your tongue.” I laughed. Well, he licked me long and hard until I came. I then rolled over and ordered him to lick my ass hole clean. I know he doesn’t like doing that but it turns me on so much…..

After he cooked dinner I asked him if he had plans for the evening. He fell right into my trap and said no. “Good, because I have plans for you” I said. “Go get a kitchen chair and bring it in here. Then go get all the rope you can find in our bondage toy drawer.”

When he returned I told him to get naked. I tied his wrists together behind his back and cinched them good and tight. Next I tied his elbows tightly together and cinched them as well. I ordered him to take a deep breath and when he did I tied a rope around his waist and arms about 10 times and tied it off. I next lubed up a butt plug and said, “spread ‘em”. I pushed the plug deep into his anus and pushed him back into the chair. I then took some duct tape and taped one foot to each of the front legs on the chair. Next I took a big sponge and stuffed it into his mouth and sealed it in with 3 strips of duct tape. I then took some rope (he brought sooo much rope downstairs!) and wound it around Richard and the chair, about 10 times, working my way from his shoulders to his waist.

I stepped back and admired my handy work and announced to him, “Krissy is coming over tonight. I’m in the mood to get tied up and I don’t want you interfering. You can watch if you want, or do you to be blindfolded?” I held up the blindfold and his head began to shake from side to side. I guess he wants to watch I thought.

I poured myself a glass of wine and waited impatiently for the doorbell to ring. It was only a few minutes, but it seemed like hours. Finally, I heard the bell and ran to the door. Krissy walked in carrying a bag full of rope and other bondage paraphernalia. She was dressed in leather pants, so tight they looked like they were painted on. She wore knee high black leather boots and a studded leather belt around her waist. Her top was also black, but sort of a see through blouse. Her bra must have been black also because I could barely see it. I offered her some wine and we made small talk for a few minutes.

“I hope you don’t mind, I told Richard he could watch, unless you want him blindfolded” I laughed. “Krissy, tonight I want you to tie me up and have your way with me. Do whatever you want to me. I just want to be a slave girl, your toy, tonight”.

Krissy leaned over and kissed me and said, “As you wish Anna, but remember, be careful what you wish for,” she said as she smiled an evil grin. “Now get naked” she ordered.

“Stand up bitch, hands behind your back” she ordered. I could tell she was really getting in to it, and that’s exactly what I wanted. She expertly tied my wrists together cinching them tightly. She then moved to my elbows and wrapped a rope around them several times, yanking the rope a few times, almost pulling me off my feet. She reached into her goody bag and pulled out some clover style nipple clamps and put them on me.

“I would gag you but you have some work to do with your mouth.” She then buckled a collar around my neck and attached a long leash to it. She tied the end of the leash to her wrist and said, “Where I go, you go”. She walked over to the couch and sat down, pulling me with her. “On your knees bitch. You ARE my bitch tonight, right?” she asked.

“Yes Mistress” I replied as I struggled to get to my knees.

She pulled my head to her pussy and I knew what to do. She grabbed two handfuls of hair and forced my head into her wet pussy as she laid back, enjoying the situation. She wrapped her legs around my head, resting her booted feet on my back. Her booted heels dug slightly into my back and I was in heaven. My tongue was deep inside her as she moaned with pleasure. Suddenly I felt the sting of a flogger on my back and I accelerated my tongue work. When she finally came she squeezed her legs together so tightly I thought I would die. Bucking and thrusting, her pussy gushing her love juices down my throat. After she came she pushed me aside, like a used up rag doll. She lay back with her legs spread and eyes closed, resting her hand on her pussy, rubbing it gently.

After a few minutes, she turned to me and said, “Anna dear, have you been treating Richard right? I mean, when was the last time you gave him a blow job?”

My eyes opened wide as I was not expecting this at all. She pulled me over to Richard’s chair and pulled his cock out. “You may begin slut. Suck it NOW” she ordered.

I knew I had no choice. I wanted to be a slave and now I was one. I figured as long as I had to give him a blow job, I may as well make it a good one. My head was bobbing up and down on Richards cock as Krissy used her flogger on me yelling, “Faster bitch, faster”. It didn’t take long before Richard shot his entire wad in my mouth. “Swallow it all slut, don’t you dare spill a drop of Richard’s precious cum!” Krissy yelled and laughed at the same time.

I thought I was going to get a little break, but no way. Krissy grabbed my hair and stuffed a rag in my mouth and used 3 strips on duct tape to hold it in. She then pulled the leash with me attached to the center of the room, pushed me down on my back, and stood between my legs, spreading them wide. She held up a shiny dildo to show me what was going inside my pussy. “This is a special dildo. I know it looks innocent enough, but believe me, it’s special. You see Anna dear, it has a motion detector built into it. After I turn it on, it provides the wearer, that would be you, with a shock if it detects no movement for 3 seconds. My advice to you Dear is to keep that sexy butt of yours moving, unless of course you like being shocked.” She slid the dildo in my hot pussy and then tied a crotch rope around me, holding in my new “friend” as she put it. She then taped my feet together. She then used more tape around my legs, just below and just above my knees and more at my hips. I was going nowhere.

I lie on the floor, wondering what she had in store for me next, when BAM! I got the shock of my life in my tender pussy. She started to pull on the leash, telling me to crawl like a worm. I tried but it was very hard, tied like I was. I was getting rug burns on my legs too. I knew if I kept moving I would not get shocked, so crawl I did, for hours it seemed.

“You don’t mind if I have a couple of friends over, do you Dear?” With that, she picked up the phone and started making calls.

story continues in chapter four