emma in the House of her Mistress

Chapter 3

For not complying sufficiently quickly and questioning her in public I had been punished. I had knelt inside the lounge with my mouth around the door handle. The circular handle making my mouth stretch wide as I took it in, then filling my mouth, my teeth around the narrow part at the far side. I had to spread my cheeks with my hands so that my bottom and cunt were displayed obscenely. Hanging between my breasts was my leash fastened to my collar. I had been ignored for some time in this position. I had felt humiliated, then penitent, then gratefully submissive as time wore on. I opened myself obscenely and drooled saliva from my mouth. My knees, back and jaw had ached. After, I was sent to stand against the wall to wait. Stiff nipples touching the cool plaster, hands behind me. Again ignored. I cried softly, but not allowing my bell to make a noise. I wanted to be good. I wanted her to be happy with me.

Now I stood brazenly naked, except for my collar. My lease hung down between my breasts and grazed my stomach. I loved it. I was wanted again. I would be good. Mistress sat dressed. My nipples were standing out proudly. I had crawled over to her across the floor. Beautifully degradingly. My bell signalled each movement. She took my leash in her hand. Called me her beautiful whore. She could see my need of her. There was nothing that made my position so obvious as standing without clothes whilst others wear them. I couldn't hide either my presence or my intimate parts. My tits thrust forward wantonly. My cunt was as naked as I was and continually lubricating, and could feel it. I was a slut. This woman owned my sexual being. She had created the lust inside me that effectively meant that she owned all of me.

"I am going to spank you." Oh God!! I didn't know what to do or say. My body trembled and my bell tinkled. She looked at me. "Not for what you did wrong. That is passed. Over with, forgotten. This will not be a punishment. I want to spank you. Simply that." I remembered earlier when she had smacked the flesh of my bald cunt. She didn't order me or threaten me. Just done as she knew she could. As she knew she was entitled to. I knew she was.

My breathing was shallow as, eventually, I stepped forward, aware of the fullness of my labia as I did so. There is no lady-like way to present oneself over someone's knee. I tried but of course within seconds I was very aware of the humiliation that was bound up with complying with her desire. Mistress lifted her skirt high on her thigh as I stood to the side and leant forward onto her and bent my knees. The weight of my stomach gradually placed onto her legs and I placed my hands on the floor. I felt her skin against my stomach, felt the pile of the carpet on my hands and toes. My knees off the ground, my tits hanging feeling heavy. The flesh of my mound was stretched slightly as it hung over her leg. Most of all I felt the humiliation of my position. So totally humiliating. The total and utter acquiescence that I offered to her. I felt so open and completely defenceless. I felt like a small girl. My bottom was being offered up to her. I was horny. She would be able to see my bottom and the fleshiness of my sex. I was being made to thrust them up to her. I stifled a sob. Fear and excitement. It was hard to bear. As was the secret knowledge that I was excited by this. That I wanted to give myself, that I wanted the humiliation, that it aroused some deep lust in me. Yes that was hard and in some way I was looking forward to the pain somehow making up for my disgusting desires.

One hand in the small of my back restrained me. Her other hand slid over the taut skin of my buttocks, almost lovingly. She had me spread my thighs and of course I did. I could imagine how I looked to her, my needy cunt ripe and available, my bottom hole squeezed tight as it was watched. Another silent sob shuddered through me. Mistress was speaking though I was unaware of her words simply the placating tones. There was a noise in my ears as blood pumped. I felt aware of so much, the texture of the carpet, the pressure against my skin, the blood in my ears, a draught between my spread thighs, the pulsing of my sex, the ache in my stomach. The rest of life didn't exist. My focus had been narrowed. The hand caressed lovingly, over and over. Time stopped as she touched me.

Suddenly, almost without the gap between caress and smack I felt her spank me. Three times in rapid succession on one cheek. Surprised. Hurt. Stinging. Not too much I realised. Actually it left me looking forward to the next. Curious. Her hand on me again, caressing over the skin. Again. The other cheek. Another three. Very slowly building. She built it so slowly. Each set a little harder, my cheeks a little hotter. My body beginning to jerk in response. Every now and again her hand caressing over my skin again. Thighs and buttocks. Near my sex but not on it. Feet off the floor. Wanting to rise, not able to. Mouth open. Hands on my thighs spreading them, either wider or apart again, I wasn't sure. Again and again it happened. My eyes watered. My nose and mouth ran. I cried out. My bottom was spanked over and over. Noises came from me. It was so hot. It was submission. The giving up, the lovely heat taking me over.

The hand spanked and caressed. I couldn't tell which was which. Pushed up for both. My entire hip region was so hot, heated, pulsing. I didn't know when it had happened but it heated my cunt too. So hot and horny. Ripples of pleasure ran through me. My cunt dribbling juices. Mistress held me tight and I felt safe in her control. Safe and loved and so horny.

"You liked that little sub slut, didn't you?"

"Yes Mistress." I finally breathed out the words. I felt in a strange safe submissive space. Nothing else existed. Just my submission.

Her hand caressed over my burning buttocks for long minutes and finally slid between my thighs. I was soaking and her fingers found my secret. I sobbed once more in shame but I jerked wanting her fingers to fuck.

She held hold two fingers steady inside me and had me try and clench and relax my muscles. It was not easy in my position. My muscles grew tired but I had to continue. Then I had to show her my encouragement as she, very slowly, moved her fingers in and out of me. I begged. I grunted. I pleaded. My body jerked, pushed, leaked. I was being held on the edge of orgasm. I begging like a little girl but I was having trouble forming any rational thoughts with my cunt throbbing, my hard nipples screaming to be caressed. I had to climax, and nothing else mattered. I needed this, and after my spanking nothing else mattered. I was so humiliated obeying my body's lusty needs, instead of thinking like a proper woman, wife. I was such a slut, and to my horror it always felt so great. I loved it.

Next, a finger deep at my other hole. My bottom. My arse. Initially rubbing around and around my anal bud until it gradually relaxed and then inserting more and more each time my body accepted it. My ring so tight. Slowly it entered then retreated only to enter again. I felt like a stuck pig. Her finger inside, the throbbing need in my cunt, my heated buttocks. I sobbed in frustration. I knew that I would do anything to cum. I would cum immediately if she wished it.

Something cool rubbed around my stretched pink anal ring. Sticky, slippery. A cool hardness pushed. Clenching tight. Pushed again. Again. Again. It was in me. The butt plug. Filling me. Deep. My arse stretched open. Kept open. I felt the flange. I felt the wonderful humiliation so sexually. Her fingers lightly stroked my clit as she spoke. "Cum for your Mistress." I exploded.

It seemed to go forever. I had two of my most earth shattering climaxes within the same day. It lasted inside my throbbing body for such a long time. I had screamed and thrashed and squirted female juices as she held me. I was such a dirty slut. Hers. I slid off her and licked her right leg clean of my liquids. So much wetness. I loved licking her skin.

As I licked I could feel that thing in my bottom all the time, the butt plug. It was impossible to forget. Impossible to forget what I was now. She had said that she would not be happy if I allowed it to slip out, that I must retain it. I couldn't imagine it would ever come out. She told me it was only the smallest, yet it felt huge. I would have to take the others when I got used to this one, if I forgot it was there. I couldn't imagine ever being able to forget. It was constant, that awareness, feeling stretched, open, knowing she could see the strong red plastic advertising its presence in me. I felt so subservient after the spanking and with this inside me.

My leash was tugged. I was told to crawl. Like a bitch. Her bitch. I noticed that she too appeared flushed. My thighs rubbed slickly against each other as I was led like a bitch dog up the stairs and into her bedroom. The room seemed hot. My blood seemed to pump so loudly. I was made to get onto the bed and kneel. Mistress let go of me telling me to stay with my hips thrust high for her.

I could hear Mistress behind me. I wanted to be her slut. That was all that mattered. I was in a haze of sexual fulfilment still. A drawer opened. Mistress beside me. Her skirt removed. Cuffs again. She fastened them on my wrists and ankles as I knelt obediently still. Again she moved away and I could hear her undressing her remaining clothes. I wanted to look but she was directly behind and I felt as if somehow I shouldn't. With me again. Moved further onto the bed. My knees spread wide. My cunt and plug on view. My lips feeling thick and bloated. The plug feeling so big and unnatural.

Mistress had a black cock! I saw it out of the corner of my eye! Mistress with a cock. A black one! My mind wasn't working properly. I felt my arms being moved. Still trying to digest it all I complied. Mistress had a strap-on sticking from her. A black thong disappeared between her buttocks, filled the front with this amazing realistic cock sticking out. I stared at it as my wrists were taken and pulled down between my legs. They were fastened to the insides of my ankles. My face was pressed against the bed in the position I was in. I felt her lift my hips higher, more prominently offered. I felt debased. I couldn't move much at all. The cock bobbled in front of me and was gone. The bed moved slightly as she climbed on. I felt it then. It was between my lips! Just resting there. I wasn't moving or breathing. I expected it to be cool but it wasn't. Mistress's hands caressed my hot buttocks. Where I had been spanked. Like a naughty girl. Cool against the heat. But I wasn't a girl now. I was a bitch. On heat. Mistress was going to fuck me. I needed her to fuck me. I wanted it. Wanted to feel her use of me.

"I am going to fuck you. I am going to fuck you like the bitch in heat that you are." She knew. She knew.

"Yes. Oh god yes! Please. Please."

"This time you may come freely slut."

I must have pushed back on it. Mistress laughed softly and I felt the cock filling me. Stretching me. I could feel the plug and the cock. So stretched behind. Oh god. Mistress hadn't moved. It was me. Moving the only way I could move. Rocking onto it further. Mistress held me by my hair.

Mistress than shoved the cock into me, filling me completely. Strangely it didn't feel like a real cock. It was obviously a dildo. It was obvious that I was accepting and rejoicing in having my cunt used by anything that was like a cock in the slightest. It was so obvious I was submissive. I heard a little tinkling as my neck moved. The thing in my behind felt huge. It was separated from Mistress only by a thin membrane. I was being opened twice at the same time. I found myself blubbering, murmuring incoherently, pressing to be filled. My mind flashed back to the time I had whored for her with Andrew, being fucked on all fours but this was more far intense, more debasing, more fulfilling. The first few thrusts were firm, my cunt accepting. My anal ring was squeezing rhythmically. My tits squashed into the bed. Gradually my taking became less gentle or loving, not like making love to my husband, I was being fucked. My body used. Pounding now. Taking. Mistress was slapping my bottom with her hand. I cried out. Whimpers. Crying out. Mistress slammed the cock in and out. My two holes felt enormous and open. I was on a different planet. I was being fucked by Mistress. Used. Fucked. Her toy. Her fuck toy. Hers. Within minutes I was screaming out in orgasm. It went on and on. Her hands holding my buttocks for greater access. Not letting up, it was a hard fuck. It was what I needed. I responded truly like a bitch in heat. Somewhere in the red mist that was all around me I heard the soft grunts of Mistress coming. It was enough to make me buck in orgasm yet again. Mistress leant over my back. "You are a good slut".

After we had knelt there, joined and content and recovering, Mistress pulled out of me to my moans of complaint, not wanting to be empty again. I could hardly keep awake my body and mind was exhausted, but Mistress removed the strap on. Still bound after being used she had me clean it with her mouth. Licking our juices. I didn't realise before this that there had been a dildo on the inside, in Mistress too, as she fucked me. She gentled me, petted my hair in the way a person would pet a favoured animal as my mouth worked, as she fed it to me. I had completely submitted to this woman, leaving no part of my soul unexposed. I belonged. She owned.

I must have slept for a few moments in my bonds, still kneeling, still caked in my juices, still presenting myself. I felt her lips on me, on my back and buttocks. I felt hands rubbing soothing lotion to my buttocks, to my cunt and mound. I wanted time to stop. I was unfastened though my cuffs were kept on around me and I was allowed to stretch out on the bed. Fingers wormed at my plug and pulled. It was so humiliating. I felt myself opened wider again as it came out and then remain fully open to the air. I was sent to clean it in the bathroom. My legs felt weak as I moved. I needed to keep them open. I washed it in the sink carefully. On returning Mistress had covered her beautiful body in her robe. With only a gesture I lay down again. Mistress lay with me. My body was exhausted but I did not feel drowsy any more. If I had been masturbating the amount that Mistress had used me I would feel raw but I didn't. I felt a dull ache and a tenderness inside but I still couldn't believe the difference.

"You like my cock don't you?"

"Yes Mistress."

I felt ridiculously shy as she looked at me. Her eyes held my eyes and then I watched as they roamed my body. Suddenly I became aware that I had parted my legs. Oh god. Without being told. Just tin case she wanted to have the sight of me. Wide for her. She leant forward, and kissed me hard on my mouth, and pushed her tongue into my waiting opening. I couldn't believe the way my body behaved any more. I felt another spasm inside me. It wouldn't stop. I needed to let my body relax but Mistress had me in her power. I was returning her kiss with passion, and our passionately French kiss lasted for long minutes. My mouth remained open after she pulled up from me and her hand, almost absently caressed my breast. I almost closed my eyes but I didn't want to lose sight of her.

We ate. Preparing dinner together. Me totally naked still, Mistress in her underwear and robe. There was no need for words. We ate as music played and our bodies still throbbed contentedly.

After I was made to fetch my bowl and pee into it as Mistress watched. Squatted and peed. Keeping my thighs nice and wide so Mistress could see. Standing and moving to her, bending my knees and spreading to be wiped. Stomach tensing and un-tensing. I emptied my bowl and we moved into the lounge. Mistress gave me a cushion and a hard backed A4 notebook. I was made to kneel before the coffee table in the lounge on a cushion. There was a surprise as I clenched my buttocks. No plug opening me. That constant reminder that freedom was blocked for me, that I was opened all the time for and by another. It was something that had been with me regardless of what I was doing. I could squeeze together now I noticed, initially the muscles had refused to go back immediately.

The A4 black book was before me together with a pen. I was to write a type of journal. Not exactly a diary as far as I could gather, rather like thoughts on directed topics. First I had to write an acceptance and a description of my position as her sub. Mistress lay on the sofa and read a book. I was left to my task.

Writing and thinking made me reflect deeper and begin to realise more. In many ways I had changed more than I had thought it would. I was beginning to be obedient. I felt considerable pleasure when Mistress was pleased with me. I had accepted more control over my actions than I would have considered possible before. Not only that but I could not hide the knowledge that giving up of control and making myself sexually available to her was something my body craved. Simple things like giving up control over what I wore or didn't wear. I liked my body on display for her, for her to use, for her to enjoy. Even more complex things like allowing Mistress to control when I could or couldn't orgasm excited me tremendously. I had never under any circumstances expected to be able to put up with being spanked yet I had been aroused by the slow build up of the pain and the differences between pain and pleasure had completely blurred. In some ways that frightened me. I would gladly drape myself over her thighs again now! In fact it made me hot, just thinking of it. I stole a glance at her and was caught. Blushing I concentrated again.

I had fucked Andrew for her, on her command, just because she wanted me to, at the time and exactly in the manner she had determined. I had whored. For her. Would she expect me to do it again? With other people? After all I had also demonstrated to someone outside our relationship, the girl in the coffee bar, what I was at Mistress's direction. I hadn't refused even though Mistress hadn't intimated that something like that may happen. Although humiliated I knew that I was intensely aroused by the episode. I had even flashed to a man in the sex shop. God I was really a slut. There was no denying that now. What would the people who had seen evidence of my disgusting behaviour think of me? I knew. What else but what I was. I wondered if she would make me do other things. What would she expect? Would she expect me to show them my body? Naked? Show them more? Fingering like I did for the girl openly? Other things? Oh god.

Suddenly I felt Mistress's fingers on my sex. On my wet lips. Laughing lightly she took the book and closed it. She sent me upstairs to run a bath and she gave me instructions as to which bath oils to put in too. Standing, my knees were stiff and I needed to flex them. My little bell tinkled. As I reached the door, "You wont touch yourself will you my little slut? I will be most unhappy if you touch without permission." I ran her bath, kneeling beside the large modern bath, knowing my smouldering arousal but needing to control myself.

Mistress came in, her robe now her only clothing until it was hung on the wall. She stepped into the bath and I felt so proud of my Mistress's body. Still kneeling I was surprised as she quickly washed herself intimately and then over the rest of her body. I was even more surprised when she quickly stepped out and told me to dry her. I loved doing that, feeling her body under the soft towel. Still naked she ordered me into the bath. I complied and stood in the hot perfumed water. Mistress wrapped her robe around herself, left, coming back with the black book. I felt her fingers at my throat and the collar was removed. She told me lay back in the water and relax. It felt divine. The water and oils played over my skin and into my muscles. Mistress had sat behind me on the covered toilet and was reading.

I became aware of Mistress at my side. She had slipped out of the top of her robe, allowing it to hang from the tie belt. Her breasts were beautiful. Her nipples dark. She knelt and my eyes widened as I felt her washing me.

"Mistress?"

"Be quiet. I know what you are thinking. I will do what pleases me."

Her hands slid over me, cleaning. Inside too. But they made me feel drowsy in their caring and attention. I sat, knelt, turned as directed. I felt loved. She dried my hair and body, my throat lifted as she fastened her collar around my neck again. Her bitch. My cunt and nipples were coated in creams. I felt them soothing. She cared so much.

Before being allowed into her bed however I was made to kneel and take the door knob in my mouth again. My wrists were fastened behind me.

"Did I give you permission to display your body to the man in the shop?" My eyes widened and I remembered my notes. I attempted to shake my head and grunted a negative around the ball filling my mouth. Saliva drooled from my mouth. "The only time my possession is displayed is with my permission. You will display that sluttish body only when and to whom I wish. Understand?" Nodding and murmuring. I was left and I cried.

Later, in the dark, under the sheet of her bed, I lay in her arms naked. Her mouth by my ear, whispering.

"Yes, don't worry my dirty little slut, I want to show you off. I will expect you to display your hungry body and your slutty habits when I tell you." My mouth was dry. I could hardly breathe. "In front of anyone I want. With anyone I want. You'll do everything wont you?" My head nodding in the dark against her face. "I want to feel proud to be able to display you as my very obedient, dirty, submissive whore. Do you want to make me feel proud, my sub?"

I coughed as I tried to speak. Swallowing I managed. "Yes. Oh god yes. I want to make you proud of me. I'll be good, do anything Mistress." Her mouth covered mine, possessed me.