Another Story.......
Just going through the pile, found my last attempt at writing an S&M scene from my adult realm(s).
Here you go.....
Sitting lightly on the edge of her bench, Cassandra allowed her slave, Lisa, to brush her long red silky hair with a silver camel hair brush.
Every stroke was precise, even and smooth; just as Cassandra had taught her. Of all the slaves she had taken on over the years, Lisa was the most promising that she had seen in a long time.
Lisa, a tall well proportioned blonde, had come into Cassandra’s service only a few months earlier. She was looking for someone who could teach her how to be a mistress, and give her a chance to “…earn her whip.”
Unlike the others though, Lisa had know from the start that to really learn how to be dominate, you first had to submit.
She had thrown herself wholly into the rule of slave to Cassandra, carefully observing her every move during her sessions with clients.
Lisa had all the makings of a truly great Dom, and Cassandra would have to see if she was ready to start her full training as one soon.
Arching her back, Cassandra continued to enjoy the pampering from her prize pupil.
Allowing her robe to shift off her shoulders she kept half an eye on the dressing table mirror carefully watching Lisa’s body language.
Lately she had been catching Lisa watching her intensely even when not in sessions, and Cassandra was beginning to wonder if Lisa had more in common with her teacher than she had earlier let on.
A brief glance into the mirror was all Cassandra managed to catch, and Lisa’s expression never wavered. The tell tale blushing on the rise of her breasts and the ever so slight shift in her stance gave much more away then Lisa had intended however.
Her body at least was reacting to the sudden view of Cassandra’s full left breast and exposed shoulders in the mirror.
If only she could be sure of what Lisa wanted without the risk of making things uncomfortable.
Before she could attempt to divine further clues to Lisa’s inner feelings, there was a sharp rap at the bedroom door.
“It is okay to enter Bryan.”
Straightening her robe she looked towards the door’s reflection in the mirror. The large carved oak door was already beginning to open at her summons and her butler, Bryan, smoothly entered. Tall and lean with just a hint of grey on the edges of his oiled back hair, he managed to reek of elegance and propriety in a way only the true English butler could pull off.
Hard to believe he was a bouncer for a fetish club in Amsterdam when she had first met him fifteen years earlier. All dressed up in red leather with multiple body piercing and a scalp covered with tattoos no one from those days would recognize him now. He had even managed to somehow lose his atrocious French accent for the much milder English lit that better suited his new image.
While looking towards Bryan as to the reason he had disturbed them, Cassandra almost missed the scowl that flashed across Lisa’s face as she turned to place the brush back in its box.
“Either she’s angry she did not finish her slave session or …”
“Mistress Cassandra, your new client, a Miss Nancy, has just arrived and is waiting in the sitting room. How long shall I tell her to be prepared to wait?”
Watching Lisa head towards the door that connected her bedroom with Cassandra’s, all she could do was shake off the cloud of lust that had begun to settle over her mind.
“Lisa has been briefed on how to prepare for this client Bryan. I want you to escort her to the sitting room and assist in setting up the ‘Den’. I will be downstairs in about fifteen minutes.”
“It will be as you say Mistress.”
“As it always is Bryan, and thank you.”
Waiting till she heard Bryan address Lisa in the hallway, Cassandra finally forced herself to forget about her personal matters for the moment.
Getting up she went over to her large wardrobe and began to select the outfit she wanted for this session.
There was a new client to become acquainted with and a female one at that. Cassandra could not help but to begin purring to herself as she let her fingers trace across the top of her many outfits, trying to decide just the right impression and balance she wanted to convey.
Too strong or too forward, and the client would never want to come back.
Too conservative or too subdued and she may end up being unable to control the session.
The first time with a client was always the most exciting, and the most demanding. Thinking back over the information that had been volunteered, and what her contacts had been able to confirm, Miss Nancy should be a fairly easy person to understand or anticipate.
But that was also the problem; she was not the type that came to someone like Mistress Cassandra as a passive client. She was the type, according to everyone she had got a hold of that was familiar with her new client, who showed all the signs of a dominate personality.
Cassandra knew that someone who was as assertive and aggressive as Miss Nancy appeared to be should not be requesting a voyeuristic scene, but something much more interactive.
During the pre-session interview that Cassandra made all her new clients attend, Miss Nancy had been very clear about what she expected and what she wanted from the experience. She had obviously done her homework on what the scene had to offer as well as what Mistress Cassandra expected from her clients and her employees.
Cassandra was not at all put off by the obvious indications that Miss Nancy had been having her thoroughly checked out by a third party, in fact she was relieved. If all her clients were as careful and through as Miss Nancy half the problems that could occur within the house would easily be avoided if not prevented.
Taking a few items back to her bed she turned towards the full length mirror in the corner of her bedroom and ever so slowly let her robe slip off her shoulders and down over her back.
Ever critical of herself as she was of her employees she slowly scanned every inch of her exposed skin for the slightest sign of a blemish or loose flesh.
Her small ankles smoothly tapered into her calves at a not too abrupt angle.
Her calves were firm but smooth without excessive definition that came from her very strict and exact exercise regime. From every angle they, like her ankles, smoothly and not to abruptly curved towards her knees.
Turning slowly she looked at her knees front and back. She had long ago resigned herself that knees were knees. No amount of exercise or body modification would ever change the way the looked no matter how hard she tried.
From the front the knees merged flawlessly with her thighs, which she fought against endlessly. Every self indulgence would do everything possible to show itself on her thighs or her hips.
Her strict control of everything in her life was the only thing that had kept her figure looking smooth and balanced. Most men usually mistook her for a woman in her early twenties.
She was thirty-eight.
Satisfied that the view of her legs was fine from the front she slowly began to turn again, checking the back of her thighs and her ass with a more critical eye then even before.
Almost creamy smooth and not a single scar or blemish from the base of her knees all the way to the first and only crease of her ass. Running her hands over the curve of her perfect pear shaped bottom she smiled at how firm they still were despite the passage of time.
Turning again she let her hands roam across her pelvis and groin, feeling for any unwanted stubble or looseness of flesh. She paid particular attention to her partially shaven pubic area, feeling for any unwanted hair or stubble.
After how much she had paid for the electrolysis she did not want any surprises too soon.
That and her speculation about Lisa’s possible sexual interest had left her slightly aroused and sensitive.
“I must find a way to broach the subject with her without making her suspicious.”
Keeping her eyes closed she arched her back causing her very firm breasts to point outwards towards the mirror. Slowly she trailed her fingers from her groin towards her stomach. Checking the firmness of each muscle grouping carefully she began to enjoy the sensation of her fingers working their way up towards her breasts.
Suppressing the urge to moan she felt her way around the outside of her breasts, slowly working her way lightly towards her nipples. By the time the tips of her fingers were reaching the outer edge of her areole they were already well engorged. Smiling she allowed herself a moment of pleasure, teasing the edges of her thimble sized nipples before pinching each right at the tip.
Satisfied that for at least another day she had held time at bay, she turned towards her clothing, taking one last moment to decide on her outfit. Opening a drawer on her dresser she removed a red silk tie that had been given to her by an old client.
With as much patience and attention to detail as she had spent on herself she slowly began to get dressed, working from her toes and upwards.
The final result was exactly as she had envisioned, and she was sure it would be more towards the client’s tastes and expectations. She had put on black sheer stockings with lace garters, panties and her most expensive black silk corset trimmed with lace. Over this she had put on a business styled short skirt made of PVC and a white silk blouse. She had left the blouse open and had thrown the necktie under the collar as if she had been caught still getting dressed for work.
Working quickly she then braided her hair back tightly, traded her more fashionable earrings for much more practical diamond studs and put on a pair of stylish frames with fake lenses to complete the look.
Walking back to the wardrobe she then began looking over the bottom shelves, trying to decide what footwear would be best.
“I need more shoes. The ones I have are going out of style too fast.”
* * * * * *
Slowly closing her bedroom door behind her, Cassandra headed for the main stairs and the working areas of the house.
Cassandra had bought the old 17th century mansion because of its size and remote location. The previous owners had spent a small fortune reconstructing the building back to its former glory, and Cassandra’s love of antiques had complemented it well.
Trailing the tip of her fingers on the solid oak railing she paused at the head of the stairs looking over the grand entrance that had been the trademark of these old plantation homes. She had owned the house for almost five years, and the view of the entrance still could take her breath away, especially on a bright and sunny day such as this.
Arriving at the bottom of the stairs she could hear someone’s voice from one of her ‘Dens’. That and her collection of riding crops on a velvet cushion beside the half open door and Cassandra had no trouble knowing where her client was waiting.
Taking her time choosing from her collection of favorite implements, she continued to listen just outside the line of sight of the half open door.
She could not help but smile at the obvious fear in Miss Nancy’s voice.
Lisa as a slave was under very strict orders concerning interacting with clients. Above all else she was to never speak to them, only Cassandra or Bryan would.
Not being able to tell Miss Nancy this she would be sitting or standing in one of the corners facing the doorway, patiently awaiting her Mistress. This would always unsettle a first time client keeping them off balance. Most of them, like Miss Nancy, would try to cover this by trying to carry a one way conversation with her slave even though she would not respond to them.
Quite a few of them would even begin to reveal things about themselves that they had not at the interview, letting their guard down because of Lisa’s lack of interaction. In Miss Nancy’s case it seemed that the tactic was working well.
Miss Nancy was happily talking away about her stress at work and how much influence she had gathered over the years in her industry.
“Interesting. Nothing about the session or what she expects.”
Making her face as neutral as possible Cassandra quietly entered the room, coming up behind her chattering client. Lisa had placed a single chair in the center of the sparsely furnished room. As instructed it had been placed with its back towards the only visible door into the room.
Looking around the room Cassandra made sure of the placement of certain objects she had requested for this first session. A metal ruler was laying on an end table. An ice bucket appropriately filled sat next to it. Another end table that was placed beside the client’s chair held two brandy snifters, a glass bottle of Napoleon brandy with stopper, and a cigar box. Inside the box would be a few cigarillos and a very expensive gold plated lighter.
Glancing towards a set of faux curtains opposite the chair she verified her cat-o-nine was wrapped around one of the curtains in place of the traditional tie down.
Looking over the client’s shoulder she verified that the large Oriental rug, pillows and ottoman was also in place.
Standing directly behind the chair she slowly let out a long quiet breath to steady her nerves and then allowed herself to look towards the corner where she had ordered Lisa to be kneeling in by the time she was to enter.
She was almost unable to suppress a giggle when she saw Lisa kneeling there in an outfit that almost perfectly matched her own. Instead of the PVC skirt she was wearing a very form fitting skirt of dark wool, and she was wearing a scarf loosely around her neck of red silk instead of the necktie. If she had not chosen her outfit well after Lisa had gone downstairs she would have sworn she had been spied on.
As it was it complemented the scene perfectly. Miss Nancy had wanted to watch an office styled humiliation scene, and Lisa would now pass as her Mistress’s willing and submissive secretary.
Standing close to the back of the chair, she quietly waited for Miss Nancy to notice her of her own accord. Neither Lisa’s expression nor posture gave away anything in the room had changed and it was several long minutes before the client began to notice something was amiss.
Waiting till her client’s head had begun to turn towards her of its own accord she then decided it was time to begin.
“Greetings to you Miss Nancy. I hope the room meets your expectations.” She made the last a statement instead of a question, firmly beginning to establish her dominance in the scene. Miss Nancy would be requesting and choosing the many different humiliations to be performed here, but Cassandra had to be the one in control from the very start.
Walking slowly around the chair she let her riding crop drag against the upholstery, the leather of the tip not quite touching her client’s arm before Miss Nancy jerked it away looking startled.
She managed to keep herself from squealing outright, but Miss Nancy was visibly shaken by her method of entrance.
“No need to be alarmed Miss Nancy. This will progress exactly as requested. Nothing will be allowed to happen that was not desired.”
Still pale and shaken, the client rapidly began to compose herself as Cassandra carefully sat on the edge of the ottoman, keeping her legs to one side while still turning her upper body to face her client. This gave Miss Nancy an unobstructed view of Cassandra’s very tight corset, helping to establish the desired tone of the scene.
“Lisa, brandy for our guest.” If her client had not realized on her own who the submissive was to be in this scene it was best to establish it quickly.
“So her name is Lisa? Why would she not…?”
“Speak?” Waiting for her client to nod her agreement, she leaned slightly forward to allow her ample cleavage to show. “Lisa is under very strict orders not to speak to clients. I hope you were not offended by her behavior.” Again she made the last a statement instead of a question.
Shaking her head she quickly accepted the snifter from Lisa, who also had managed to stand and lean so that her push-up bra and breasts were also easily seen by the client in her half open blouse. In her case however the view also allowed for a slight show of pink as well.
Nodding to Lisa so she could stand back and be ready to assist, Cassandra was treated to the same view of Lisa’s well formed upper torso as well.
“She is learning quickly, but was that done for the scene or for me?” Not willing to let her personal fantasies to control her actions, she firmly established eye contact with the client.
“Now Miss Nancy the room is prepared and the players are established. What is your heart’s desire?”
* * * * * *
After a few minutes of verbal fumbling and encouragement from Cassandra, Miss Nancy finally began to open up about what she wanted to occur within the scene.
Obviously embarrassed by her darker side, the fantasy she wanted on the surface at least seemed fairly normal.
After years of working her way up the business hierarchy to finally reach the upper echelons of a major brokerage firm, she wanted a scene that was based on that; the complete domination control of another in an office setting.
The choice of an office style scene was obvious from her occupation. The scene of a private office was familiar to her and was the reward for all her years of hard work. The “Boss and Secretary” request also came from her occupation as a comfortable and familiar working relationship that could easily lead to a domination fantasy.
Only two riddles actually remained for Cassandra to puzzle out.
The first was why a female on female scene? Most of her female power broker client’s who asked for a dominance fantasy usually had a man as the secretary.
The ones that wanted a submissive fantasy would also usually ask for a member of the opposite gender to be the Dom.
The business world was still very much male dominated and most of her clients worked in a little personal revenge or lustful desires with their scene.
The second riddle came from Cassandra’s highly tuned judgment of people.
Miss Nancy was hiding some part of her fantasy from her and until she was able to give it a voice she would not be able to fully fulfill her fantasy.
After reviewing all of Miss Nancy’s personal information for several hours she was still uncertain how to read her client.
Everything in her files suggested a hetero preference; the only reason Cassandra could fathom for her specifically wanting a female secretary as part of the fantasy was because her own secretary for the last few years was female.
It could be as simple as a desire for things familiar or maybe just a lack of imagination.
Cassandra seriously doubted either of those conclusions however.
So far the peeks at female flesh had definitely caught her client’s attention, but not in a way that suggested sexual interest. Her glances were more like the looks you gave a woman in a locker room. You look and acknowledge their physical beauty, but it usually ends there for most women.
So her client was probably not a closet lesbian or bi-sexual.
The only choice was to proceed with the scene at a pace Miss Nancy could handle, but still shocking enough to make her drop her guard long enough to reveal what was going on behind her mask.
Cassandra had already spotted several cracks and breaks in Miss Nancy’s façade but she needed to get her to realize the mask was not necessary here.
Immersing herself into her role for the scene, she began the scene subtly so that Miss Nancy would be forced to realize on her own that it had begun.
That brief moment before her client realized what had occurred usually revealed a fair amount about the client because they were not braced for the scene; their mask was not fully on for those moments.
Using gestures and nods, Cassandra continued to small talk with her client, carefully assessing her body language, while Lisa carried out her commands around the room. Lisa knew this game very well and also knew when to push back, opening the scene for a little discipline.
With a short series of gestures Lisa was quietly scurrying about the room. Cassandra had her straighten a vase of roses, move a chair ever so slightly to the right, then back, fetch a pen and legal pad and leave it at her feet, then sent her off to straighten the curtains.
Lisa had been the victim of this ploy before, and allowed the opening to occur as naturally as possible. Her back was to Cassandra for several long moments and she missed the signal to return. Continuing her conversation with the client Cassandra signaled again, which of course Lisa again missed because she was still fumbling with the tie back of one of the larger curtains.
The shift in demeanor from Cassandra caught the client completely unaware when she signaled for the third time and there was still no response from Lisa. Smoothly taking her riding crop from where she had laid it on her lap she hit it soundly on the side of the ottoman with a snap like a pistol shot. Still keeping direct eye with the client she made her disappointment with her slave very clear.
“Lisa! Heel.”
Knowing full well what was expected Lisa was already half way to her Mistress’ side after the riding crop had sounded. Keeping her head low to the floor she kneeled beside Cassandra, visibly shaking. Cassandra continued the conversation with Miss Nancy as if nothing had happened and eventually tapped Lisa gently on the neck with the riding crop, allowing her to rise up for the next round.
Understanding began to form on Miss Nancy’s face as Cassandra yet again sent Lisa scurrying around the room with hand gestures and nods. Placing her brandy snifter down on the end table that had been provided she slouched back into her chair and began to watch with interest as the scene was again played out for her viewing pleasure.
Now understanding what was going on Miss Nancy grew more and more excited with each command Lisa obeyed.
Not knowing for sure whether this was just anticipation for the next disciplining of her slave Cassandra continued the game carefully to keep the client from guessing the real purpose behind the game.
From the chair to the vase back to the chair Lisa managed to keep up with her Mistress’ demands. When she was again sent to the curtains Miss Nancy could not seem to help but lean forward with anticipation, her face becoming visibly hot.
This time however Lisa caught the signal to return and was sitting prettily on her ankles ready to receive her Mistress’ brandy snifter when Cassandra turned to hand it to her. Smiling at Miss Nancy she managed to cause the antique cut glass to slip causing Lisa to fumble for the glass. To date Lisa had never dropped one of her glasses or spill its contents and this time was no exception.
Miss Nancy’s sigh of relief actually startled Cassandra, though her self control of body language and facial expressions would never show this.
“She is excited by the scene, but she seems relieved that Lisa escaped disciplining?”
Still trying to puzzle her client’s inner desires, Cassandra sent Lisa to straighten the old desk that was against one wall.
Finally breaking eye contact Cassandra continued the light conversation with her client while slowly examining the room wall by wall, looking for anything that was out of place.
This game Lisa was very gifted at, she always left something but it was never obvious. On more than one occasion in the past it had taken Cassandra several minutes to spot the imperfection in the room that had been made while Lisa had been scurrying about.
The rule for first time clients was to keep it simple since Cassandra had enough to worry about in these situations without having to push her powers of observation to the limit.
Cassandra was about to start looking over the bookcases book by book when she realized she herself had forgotten one of the rules of the game.
Lisa could not put one of the objects in the room out of order until after her Mistress had entered the room. The way the scene had played out so far that limited the places to look.
Also there was the possibility that Lisa might not have had time to cause the disruption because of how early in the scene they actually were.
Looking over the room again carefully Cassandra was about to send her slave on another pointless errand when she caught herself.
Lisa had worked the curtains twice, probably putting on a show with her fumbling about for the client to watch. Looking at the last set of curtains she had sent Lisa to she saw that the tie back was not properly knotted.
“I most have too many things on my mind. Well done Lisa, very well done.”
Getting up from the ottoman she quietly walked over to the desk, placing Lisa between herself and the offending curtains. She stood there with her arms folded riding crop in hand waiting for Lisa to finish and look up.
When Lisa did look up a very short moment later she had made herself pale with fright, obviously at her Mistress’ displeasure. Nodding towards the curtains Lisa scurried to comply. Turning back towards Miss Nancy, fully aware what Lisa would do next, she took note of her client’s demeanor.
Miss Nancy seemed to be equally attentive of both the Mistress and her slave, which struck Cassandra as odd. She was also visible excited and was even beginning to show signs of moisture on her lip and brow.
“What she wants is definitely here. Now what is it?”
Looking over towards the curtains she faked her displeasure, knowing that would bring the client’s focus back to her while Lisa began to prepare herself mentally for what came next. Almost as if by a pre-arranged script Lisa was quickly straightening the curtains, but had made no move to the now plainly obvious unknotted tie that was now beginning to loosen with her fussing about.
A sharp intake from Miss Nancy let Cassandra know that the offending curtain tie had been spotted.
Walking slowly towards the other side of the room, she kept her client in her peripheral view. Miss Nancy was fairly squirming in her chair, her excitement level becoming very high. She had also undone her cuffs and the first few buttons of her blouse to compensate for her obvious heat.
Reaching the table beside the curtains, Cassandra quickly exchanged her riding crop for a steel cork backed ruler.
Only on very close inspection would the modifying of the ruler be apparent.
The edges had been very carefully rounded so that no real edges were available to cut anyone struck by the ruler. Also all the corners had been replaced with carefully molded pieces of impact rubber reducing the chance of an accidental puncture wound from one of the corners.
“Lisa! Heel.” In the silence that followed Cassandra could easily hear Miss Nancy’s labored breathing behind her. “Dear me do we ever have an appreciative client this time.”
Turning slowly she strode back to the ottoman, making each heel strike easily heard despite the thick carpets. Miss Nancy had again slouched back in her chair, idly stroking her right nipple through her blouse. She quickly straightened up and moved her hand back to the armrest, however, when the Mistress again sat before her, slave in tow.
“I must apologies for my assistant Miss Nancy; she is usually much more efficient with her duties.”
“Oh no Mistress. I am sure she did not mean …”
“There is no need to be concerned about anything Miss Nancy. We have a very exact protocol within my ‘Dens’. Lisa is very much aware of these standards and is also well aware of what occurs when these protocols are violated.” The last word almost dripped with icy malice. It was time to up the intensity of the scene, and she hoped the client was as ready as she appeared to be.
“Now Miss Nancy, since this is your appointment you have the choice of her punishment for her poor conduct.”
“I would not… I mean I could not…” Again she was fumbling with her words, too afraid to come right out and say what it is she wanted.
With any other client Cassandra would be more patient, but she needed to keep the pressure on Miss Nancy until she was sure what the client really wanted from her and her employees.
Until she was sure they would be unable to trust her within the house and the client would not be able to completely trust them.
Above all else they must have that bond of trust, and until Miss Nancy was able to open up, it would not be there for any of them.
“Come now Miss Nancy, please do not be concerned. I am sure if one of your assistants broke protocol during an appointment you would have something to say about it.”
“Well maybe after the meeting was over but…”
“That is one thing that is different here in one of my ‘Dens’ Miss Nancy. All breaches in protocol are dealt with immediately. I will not tolerate anything less thing total commitment to the situation at hand at all times.” She punctuated each syllable of the last sentence with a strike to her palm with the ruler.
Miss Nancy’s body flinched with each strike, but her eyes never left the flashing steel ruler.
“I will ask you again Miss Nancy. What punishment would you like me to administer to my assistant?”
After several moments of more verbal stumbling it was finally decided that Lisa’s punishment would be three strikes across her posterior.
Taking her slave’s long blonde tresses firmly near the roots she slowly forced Lisa to a half standing position then across her lap. Once there Cassandra then lifted the wool skirt up over Lisa’s deliciously firm ass showing the peach colored silk thong and garters underneath.
The whole time this had been going on Cassandra almost never broke eye contact with her client, assessing every eye flicker and tremor. It was becoming more and more obvious to Cassandra what Miss Nancy wanted, but she seriously doubted that her client was aware of her own feelings on the matter.
She was a submissive.
Despite all her confidence and control she had established at her workplace and probably within the structure of her entire existence, all she really wanted was to be controlled.
Her fantasy was not to be the domineering ‘Boss’ but to be the humiliated ‘Secretary’.
It was now so obvious to her Cassandra wanted to have her rear spanked for not realizing it sooner.
All the fumbling and lack of self confidence from someone as self controlled as Miss Nancy had to be in her everyday life.
Then despite this the high level of excitement at every command that was given to Lisa, she still hesitated when it was time to administer discipline.
She wanted to be Lisa.
She wanted to be the slave.
She sympathized with and desired to be the one controlled by the Dom.
And like most corporate types she was trying to do a little on site research before committing to a new venture. She wanted to be sure of what Mistress Cassandra had to offer and what would happen within the walls of the ‘Dens’.
Smiling warmly Cassandra nodded to her client then turned to look again at her slave’s gorgeous ass. The rush of being the Dom was already causing her pulse to quicken, but after years of being within the scene Cassandra was quite confident of her self control and let the ruler begin its work.
True to form each hit was sound, contact made with only the flat of the cork side of the ruler. Lisa’s breathing barely changed with each hit, despite the fact each strike was to almost the exact same spot across the slave’s right cheek and that each stroke was noticeable louder and stronger then the last.
Taking advantage of the fact this was a first time scene and her actions could be justified as trying to determine the client’s future boundaries, Cassandra turned back to face the client while stroking the now reddened area of Lisa’s ass with a feathery touch.
Lisa managed not to allow herself to tremble from what Cassandra knew was an extremely pleasant sensation, but the Dom did feel her pupil take a long deep breath as she lay across her lap.
Miss Nancy was obviously puzzled by what had just happened in front of her. Cassandra had to keep from laughing as her client tried several times to form the words of a question but could not quite manage to do so.
Continuing to smile warmly she nodded to her client and slowly pulled the wool skirt back down Lisa’s legs, knowing full well that the wool would feel atrocious dragged across the area that had just been struck.
“To answer your question before you ask; yes she did feel the disciplining.”
“But she did not even…?”
“You have to remember Miss Nancy; Lisa is one of my in house slaves. She is very much used to corporeal punishment and it would take quite a bit of pain for her to cry out.”
“But how …?”
“Do I know how much?” Miss Nancy could only nod as Cassandra again managed to voice the question she could not bring herself to say.
“If you were paying close attention each strike was a little stronger then the last, correct?”
Again all Miss Nancy could do was nod.
“By striking in that manner a person is able to take much more punishment then if I were to hit each time as hard as possible. Also if I was to mistakenly exceed Lisa’s or anyone else’s tolerance they are able to let me know immediately if I for some reason did not realize it for myself.”
Keeping her smile warm she nodded towards Lisa’s posterior,”Also there are other punishments that can be administered that do not directly involve pain of a physical nature. You have to remember that corporeal punishment is just more direct and easier for someone to understand.”
Giving time for her client to absorb what she had just heard, Cassandra lightly touched Lisa on the back of her neck with the ruler, their pre-arranged signal to return to a ready position.
Kneeling beside her Mistress, Lisa kept her face blank and distant. She knew that the session was far from over, but was unsure of where things were heading.
Cassandra continued to discuss the finer points of being a Dom and of being a submissive with her new client, for the moment letting Lisa just sit. Since this was initially scheduled to be a voyeuristic experience this made little sense to Lisa.
The conversation between the client and her Mistress however slowly brought things into focus and her sheer awe at Cassandra’s ability to read a situation just from the small hints that had been available went up more than a few notches.
Knowing Cassandra as well as she did she also knew that things were not going to end they way Miss Nancy had envisioned.
She was so lost in her own thoughts Lisa almost missed the signal to retrieve the cigar box for Mistress Cassandra.
Cassandra was puzzled at Lisa’s hesitation but since she knew how focused her slave was during a session she realized that the shift in gears of the session had managed to catch her off guard.
She was going to have to sit down and work out some new signals with her slave for future use in a situation like this.
It was either that or start to brief her more thoroughly on her new clients before the sessions.
Cassandra had known that Miss Nancy was going to be a bit of a puzzle and warning Lisa of that would have prepared her for this.
But if she did warn Lisa how would her pupil learn to judge these situations herself?
Lisa was staying alert and being flexible within the situation, totally trusting her Dom. A quick conversation after the session would probably teach her more than any warnings Cassandra could have given her.
Cassandra continued talking with her client drawing attention away from Lisa while she fetched the antique cigar box and laid it by her Dom’s feet, waiting for the next signal.
“Do you smoke Miss Nancy?”
“Occasionally. Why?”
“I have it on good authority that you are particularly fond of a certain Dutch brand of cigarillos, is that correct.” Again Cassandra made her questions into statements, but now her focus was not just to control her client’s behavior within the scene.
Miss Nancy’s face turned quite pale as she looked down after Cassandra signaled to her slave to open the cigar box. “How did you…?”
Inside was the client’s favorite brand of cigarillos, with a gold lighter that was an exact match to the one she kept in a cigar box in her office for her own clients.
“Come now Miss Nancy, you are not the only one with connections at your disposal. At the very least you did not think you would be my only client from the business sector.”
“Of course, but …?”
Cassandra laid the narrow edge of the ruler across her client’s lips. “Shush now my sweet. Let us enjoy these fine cigarillos and we will continue with the session.”
The cold contact of the steel ruler combined with the use of the endearment was almost too much for Miss Nancy to bear. Her hands visibly shook when she accepted the cigarillo from Lisa who then carefully lit first hers then Cassandra’s with the lighter.
“Very good Lisa, you remembered that our guest does come first. Do you think I should reward such good behavior Miss Nancy?”
“Good work should always be rewarded Mistress Cassandra.”
Nodding to her client who was finally beginning to warm up to the situation, Cassandra turned to regard her slave. “What do you think you have earned as a reward slave?”
Still sitting back on her ankles Lisa carefully kept her face distant, knowing full well were Cassandra was going with the game now.
She signaled for her brandy snifter which still had a few swallows of brandy swirling inside. Taking the glass from Lisa she slowly rotated the glass in her hand, waiting for a moment to build the suspense for her client.
“I think my assistant is thirsty. Would you like a sip of brandy slave?”
Completely enthralled Miss Nancy watched as Lisa accepted the brandy snifter from her Dom, treating it like it was the Holy Grail. She then ever so carefully took the smallest sip from the glass.
Miss Nancy was so involved in the scene she actually squeaked out loud when Lisa suddenly chugged back the entire remaining contents of the snifter, allowing a small amount to dribble down her chin as she looked past her Mistress keeping her blank expression the whole time.
Her posture however was suddenly quite defiant.
Taking the snifter back from Lisa she signaled for Miss Nancy to take the glass while she turned to regard Lisa with mock concern.
Taking the snifter the client did not realize that she was now a direct part of the scene and in a subordinate position to Mistress Cassandra as well.
Cassandra knew it was going to take several progressive steps of that nature to make Miss Nancy more comfortable with her scene.
Miss Nancy was not going to be able to just sit and watch what was going to occur, she was going to need to be involved as a participant.
She needed to become the slave.
Half turning back towards Miss Nancy she continued to look at Lisa while she slowly tapped her bottom lip with the ruler.
“Oh Lisa, you can be so greedy at times.” Looking over at Miss Nancy she pointed to the end table beside her client’s chair with the ruler and went back to looking at her slave.
Without hesitation Miss Nancy quickly placed the antique glass carefully on the table and shifted her attention back and forth between the Dom and her slave.
The anticipation of what was to come next was unbearable, but she instinctively knew not to interrupt with any questions.
Lisa had been intentionally naughty and was proudly waiting to be punished for her transgression.
With their recent conversation on the other ways a slave could be punished without the use of corporeal punishment Miss Nancy was hoping for a demonstration of how this was done.
The idea of submission and humiliation excited her a great deal and the concept of being on the receiving end without physical disciplining was obviously very appealing to her client.
Miss Nancy was a slave wanting to be humiliated by a Dom.
Her riddles answered Cassandra threw herself completely into the role of playing the sadistic ‘Boss’.
With Lisa as Miss Nancy’s surrogate Cassandra demonstrated what she considered her ‘introductory’ humiliations for her client.
Lisa was forced to hold the cold ice bucket for her as Cassandra wandered aimlessly around the room talking about whatever came to mind with Miss Nancy.
She had Miss Nancy hold article after article as she humiliated her slave with the kissing of her shoes and punishing her with moving pieces of furniture about.
After ten minutes of very carefully placing a chair exactly in the corner the way her Mistress wanted she was rewarded with being allowed to sit in the same chair for a brief rest.
She was then humiliated and punished for every so slightly displacing the chair when she went to answer Cassandra’s next summons.
For the better part of an hour Lisa was tormented with repeated petty tasks that were always somehow improperly accomplished leading to more tasks on top of the humiliations and carefully worded insults the Dom heaped upon her.
After ten minutes of being forced to hold the contents of the ice bucket in her hands without being allowed to get herself or the floor wet Cassandra sent her slave scrambling from the room “…completely disgusted with her assistant’s comportment during the appointment.”
Leaving the door open behind her a crack she stood to one side and listened to her Mistress’ conversation with Miss Nancy.
By the time Bryan came around to check on the ‘Dens’ a few moments later Lisa was leaning against the wall with her eyes closed and smiling.
Before he could even ask her how things had gone a series of sharply given commands followed by a shriek of what sounded like sheer terror came from the ‘Den’.
When a series of incredible scathing yet highly literate insults followed a brief moment later it was all the two of them could do but to hold each other up from falling to the floor with laughter as the tried to walk away without disturbing their Mistress.
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Sitting lightly on the edge of her bench, Cassandra allowed her slave, Lisa, to brush her long red silky hair with a silver camel hair brush.
Every stroke was precise, even and smooth; just as Cassandra had taught her. Of all the slaves she had taken on over the years, Lisa was the most promising that she had seen in a long time.
Lisa, a tall well proportioned blonde, had come into Cassandra’s service only a few months earlier. She was looking for someone who could teach her how to be a mistress, and give her a chance to “…earn her whip.”
Unlike the others though, Lisa had know from the start that to really learn how to be dominate, you first had to submit.
She had thrown herself wholly into the rule of slave to Cassandra, carefully observing her every move during her sessions with clients.
Lisa had all the makings of a truly great Dom, and Cassandra would have to see if she was ready to start her full training as one soon.
Arching her back, Cassandra continued to enjoy the pampering from her prize pupil.
Allowing her robe to shift off her shoulders she kept half an eye on the dressing table mirror carefully watching Lisa’s body language.
Lately she had been catching Lisa watching her intensely even when not in sessions, and Cassandra was beginning to wonder if Lisa had more in common with her teacher than she had earlier let on.
A brief glance into the mirror was all Cassandra managed to catch, and Lisa’s expression never wavered. The tell tale blushing on the rise of her breasts and the ever so slight shift in her stance gave much more away then Lisa had intended however.
Her body at least was reacting to the sudden view of Cassandra’s full left breast and exposed shoulders in the mirror.
If only she could be sure of what Lisa wanted without the risk of making things uncomfortable.
Before she could attempt to divine further clues to Lisa’s inner feelings, there was a sharp rap at the bedroom door.
“It is okay to enter Bryan.”
Straightening her robe she looked towards the door’s reflection in the mirror. The large carved oak door was already beginning to open at her summons and her butler, Bryan, smoothly entered. Tall and lean with just a hint of grey on the edges of his oiled back hair, he managed to reek of elegance and propriety in a way only the true English butler could pull off.
Hard to believe he was a bouncer for a fetish club in Amsterdam when she had first met him fifteen years earlier. All dressed up in red leather with multiple body piercing and a scalp covered with tattoos no one from those days would recognize him now. He had even managed to somehow lose his atrocious French accent for the much milder English lit that better suited his new image.
While looking towards Bryan as to the reason he had disturbed them, Cassandra almost missed the scowl that flashed across Lisa’s face as she turned to place the brush back in its box.
“Either she’s angry she did not finish her slave session or …”
“Mistress Cassandra, your new client, a Miss Nancy, has just arrived and is waiting in the sitting room. How long shall I tell her to be prepared to wait?”
Watching Lisa head towards the door that connected her bedroom with Cassandra’s, all she could do was shake off the cloud of lust that had begun to settle over her mind.
“Lisa has been briefed on how to prepare for this client Bryan. I want you to escort her to the sitting room and assist in setting up the ‘Den’. I will be downstairs in about fifteen minutes.”
“It will be as you say Mistress.”
“As it always is Bryan, and thank you.”
Waiting till she heard Bryan address Lisa in the hallway, Cassandra finally forced herself to forget about her personal matters for the moment.
Getting up she went over to her large wardrobe and began to select the outfit she wanted for this session.
There was a new client to become acquainted with and a female one at that. Cassandra could not help but to begin purring to herself as she let her fingers trace across the top of her many outfits, trying to decide just the right impression and balance she wanted to convey.
Too strong or too forward, and the client would never want to come back.
Too conservative or too subdued and she may end up being unable to control the session.
The first time with a client was always the most exciting, and the most demanding. Thinking back over the information that had been volunteered, and what her contacts had been able to confirm, Miss Nancy should be a fairly easy person to understand or anticipate.
But that was also the problem; she was not the type that came to someone like Mistress Cassandra as a passive client. She was the type, according to everyone she had got a hold of that was familiar with her new client, who showed all the signs of a dominate personality.
Cassandra knew that someone who was as assertive and aggressive as Miss Nancy appeared to be should not be requesting a voyeuristic scene, but something much more interactive.
During the pre-session interview that Cassandra made all her new clients attend, Miss Nancy had been very clear about what she expected and what she wanted from the experience. She had obviously done her homework on what the scene had to offer as well as what Mistress Cassandra expected from her clients and her employees.
Cassandra was not at all put off by the obvious indications that Miss Nancy had been having her thoroughly checked out by a third party, in fact she was relieved. If all her clients were as careful and through as Miss Nancy half the problems that could occur within the house would easily be avoided if not prevented.
Taking a few items back to her bed she turned towards the full length mirror in the corner of her bedroom and ever so slowly let her robe slip off her shoulders and down over her back.
Ever critical of herself as she was of her employees she slowly scanned every inch of her exposed skin for the slightest sign of a blemish or loose flesh.
Her small ankles smoothly tapered into her calves at a not too abrupt angle.
Her calves were firm but smooth without excessive definition that came from her very strict and exact exercise regime. From every angle they, like her ankles, smoothly and not to abruptly curved towards her knees.
Turning slowly she looked at her knees front and back. She had long ago resigned herself that knees were knees. No amount of exercise or body modification would ever change the way the looked no matter how hard she tried.
From the front the knees merged flawlessly with her thighs, which she fought against endlessly. Every self indulgence would do everything possible to show itself on her thighs or her hips.
Her strict control of everything in her life was the only thing that had kept her figure looking smooth and balanced. Most men usually mistook her for a woman in her early twenties.
She was thirty-eight.
Satisfied that the view of her legs was fine from the front she slowly began to turn again, checking the back of her thighs and her ass with a more critical eye then even before.
Almost creamy smooth and not a single scar or blemish from the base of her knees all the way to the first and only crease of her ass. Running her hands over the curve of her perfect pear shaped bottom she smiled at how firm they still were despite the passage of time.
Turning again she let her hands roam across her pelvis and groin, feeling for any unwanted stubble or looseness of flesh. She paid particular attention to her partially shaven pubic area, feeling for any unwanted hair or stubble.
After how much she had paid for the electrolysis she did not want any surprises too soon.
That and her speculation about Lisa’s possible sexual interest had left her slightly aroused and sensitive.
“I must find a way to broach the subject with her without making her suspicious.”
Keeping her eyes closed she arched her back causing her very firm breasts to point outwards towards the mirror. Slowly she trailed her fingers from her groin towards her stomach. Checking the firmness of each muscle grouping carefully she began to enjoy the sensation of her fingers working their way up towards her breasts.
Suppressing the urge to moan she felt her way around the outside of her breasts, slowly working her way lightly towards her nipples. By the time the tips of her fingers were reaching the outer edge of her areole they were already well engorged. Smiling she allowed herself a moment of pleasure, teasing the edges of her thimble sized nipples before pinching each right at the tip.
Satisfied that for at least another day she had held time at bay, she turned towards her clothing, taking one last moment to decide on her outfit. Opening a drawer on her dresser she removed a red silk tie that had been given to her by an old client.
With as much patience and attention to detail as she had spent on herself she slowly began to get dressed, working from her toes and upwards.
The final result was exactly as she had envisioned, and she was sure it would be more towards the client’s tastes and expectations. She had put on black sheer stockings with lace garters, panties and her most expensive black silk corset trimmed with lace. Over this she had put on a business styled short skirt made of PVC and a white silk blouse. She had left the blouse open and had thrown the necktie under the collar as if she had been caught still getting dressed for work.
Working quickly she then braided her hair back tightly, traded her more fashionable earrings for much more practical diamond studs and put on a pair of stylish frames with fake lenses to complete the look.
Walking back to the wardrobe she then began looking over the bottom shelves, trying to decide what footwear would be best.
“I need more shoes. The ones I have are going out of style too fast.”
* * * * * *
Slowly closing her bedroom door behind her, Cassandra headed for the main stairs and the working areas of the house.
Cassandra had bought the old 17th century mansion because of its size and remote location. The previous owners had spent a small fortune reconstructing the building back to its former glory, and Cassandra’s love of antiques had complemented it well.
Trailing the tip of her fingers on the solid oak railing she paused at the head of the stairs looking over the grand entrance that had been the trademark of these old plantation homes. She had owned the house for almost five years, and the view of the entrance still could take her breath away, especially on a bright and sunny day such as this.
Arriving at the bottom of the stairs she could hear someone’s voice from one of her ‘Dens’. That and her collection of riding crops on a velvet cushion beside the half open door and Cassandra had no trouble knowing where her client was waiting.
Taking her time choosing from her collection of favorite implements, she continued to listen just outside the line of sight of the half open door.
She could not help but smile at the obvious fear in Miss Nancy’s voice.
Lisa as a slave was under very strict orders concerning interacting with clients. Above all else she was to never speak to them, only Cassandra or Bryan would.
Not being able to tell Miss Nancy this she would be sitting or standing in one of the corners facing the doorway, patiently awaiting her Mistress. This would always unsettle a first time client keeping them off balance. Most of them, like Miss Nancy, would try to cover this by trying to carry a one way conversation with her slave even though she would not respond to them.
Quite a few of them would even begin to reveal things about themselves that they had not at the interview, letting their guard down because of Lisa’s lack of interaction. In Miss Nancy’s case it seemed that the tactic was working well.
Miss Nancy was happily talking away about her stress at work and how much influence she had gathered over the years in her industry.
“Interesting. Nothing about the session or what she expects.”
Making her face as neutral as possible Cassandra quietly entered the room, coming up behind her chattering client. Lisa had placed a single chair in the center of the sparsely furnished room. As instructed it had been placed with its back towards the only visible door into the room.
Looking around the room Cassandra made sure of the placement of certain objects she had requested for this first session. A metal ruler was laying on an end table. An ice bucket appropriately filled sat next to it. Another end table that was placed beside the client’s chair held two brandy snifters, a glass bottle of Napoleon brandy with stopper, and a cigar box. Inside the box would be a few cigarillos and a very expensive gold plated lighter.
Glancing towards a set of faux curtains opposite the chair she verified her cat-o-nine was wrapped around one of the curtains in place of the traditional tie down.
Looking over the client’s shoulder she verified that the large Oriental rug, pillows and ottoman was also in place.
Standing directly behind the chair she slowly let out a long quiet breath to steady her nerves and then allowed herself to look towards the corner where she had ordered Lisa to be kneeling in by the time she was to enter.
She was almost unable to suppress a giggle when she saw Lisa kneeling there in an outfit that almost perfectly matched her own. Instead of the PVC skirt she was wearing a very form fitting skirt of dark wool, and she was wearing a scarf loosely around her neck of red silk instead of the necktie. If she had not chosen her outfit well after Lisa had gone downstairs she would have sworn she had been spied on.
As it was it complemented the scene perfectly. Miss Nancy had wanted to watch an office styled humiliation scene, and Lisa would now pass as her Mistress’s willing and submissive secretary.
Standing close to the back of the chair, she quietly waited for Miss Nancy to notice her of her own accord. Neither Lisa’s expression nor posture gave away anything in the room had changed and it was several long minutes before the client began to notice something was amiss.
Waiting till her client’s head had begun to turn towards her of its own accord she then decided it was time to begin.
“Greetings to you Miss Nancy. I hope the room meets your expectations.” She made the last a statement instead of a question, firmly beginning to establish her dominance in the scene. Miss Nancy would be requesting and choosing the many different humiliations to be performed here, but Cassandra had to be the one in control from the very start.
Walking slowly around the chair she let her riding crop drag against the upholstery, the leather of the tip not quite touching her client’s arm before Miss Nancy jerked it away looking startled.
She managed to keep herself from squealing outright, but Miss Nancy was visibly shaken by her method of entrance.
“No need to be alarmed Miss Nancy. This will progress exactly as requested. Nothing will be allowed to happen that was not desired.”
Still pale and shaken, the client rapidly began to compose herself as Cassandra carefully sat on the edge of the ottoman, keeping her legs to one side while still turning her upper body to face her client. This gave Miss Nancy an unobstructed view of Cassandra’s very tight corset, helping to establish the desired tone of the scene.
“Lisa, brandy for our guest.” If her client had not realized on her own who the submissive was to be in this scene it was best to establish it quickly.
“So her name is Lisa? Why would she not…?”
“Speak?” Waiting for her client to nod her agreement, she leaned slightly forward to allow her ample cleavage to show. “Lisa is under very strict orders not to speak to clients. I hope you were not offended by her behavior.” Again she made the last a statement instead of a question.
Shaking her head she quickly accepted the snifter from Lisa, who also had managed to stand and lean so that her push-up bra and breasts were also easily seen by the client in her half open blouse. In her case however the view also allowed for a slight show of pink as well.
Nodding to Lisa so she could stand back and be ready to assist, Cassandra was treated to the same view of Lisa’s well formed upper torso as well.
“She is learning quickly, but was that done for the scene or for me?” Not willing to let her personal fantasies to control her actions, she firmly established eye contact with the client.
“Now Miss Nancy the room is prepared and the players are established. What is your heart’s desire?”
* * * * * *
After a few minutes of verbal fumbling and encouragement from Cassandra, Miss Nancy finally began to open up about what she wanted to occur within the scene.
Obviously embarrassed by her darker side, the fantasy she wanted on the surface at least seemed fairly normal.
After years of working her way up the business hierarchy to finally reach the upper echelons of a major brokerage firm, she wanted a scene that was based on that; the complete domination control of another in an office setting.
The choice of an office style scene was obvious from her occupation. The scene of a private office was familiar to her and was the reward for all her years of hard work. The “Boss and Secretary” request also came from her occupation as a comfortable and familiar working relationship that could easily lead to a domination fantasy.
Only two riddles actually remained for Cassandra to puzzle out.
The first was why a female on female scene? Most of her female power broker client’s who asked for a dominance fantasy usually had a man as the secretary.
The ones that wanted a submissive fantasy would also usually ask for a member of the opposite gender to be the Dom.
The business world was still very much male dominated and most of her clients worked in a little personal revenge or lustful desires with their scene.
The second riddle came from Cassandra’s highly tuned judgment of people.
Miss Nancy was hiding some part of her fantasy from her and until she was able to give it a voice she would not be able to fully fulfill her fantasy.
After reviewing all of Miss Nancy’s personal information for several hours she was still uncertain how to read her client.
Everything in her files suggested a hetero preference; the only reason Cassandra could fathom for her specifically wanting a female secretary as part of the fantasy was because her own secretary for the last few years was female.
It could be as simple as a desire for things familiar or maybe just a lack of imagination.
Cassandra seriously doubted either of those conclusions however.
So far the peeks at female flesh had definitely caught her client’s attention, but not in a way that suggested sexual interest. Her glances were more like the looks you gave a woman in a locker room. You look and acknowledge their physical beauty, but it usually ends there for most women.
So her client was probably not a closet lesbian or bi-sexual.
The only choice was to proceed with the scene at a pace Miss Nancy could handle, but still shocking enough to make her drop her guard long enough to reveal what was going on behind her mask.
Cassandra had already spotted several cracks and breaks in Miss Nancy’s façade but she needed to get her to realize the mask was not necessary here.
Immersing herself into her role for the scene, she began the scene subtly so that Miss Nancy would be forced to realize on her own that it had begun.
That brief moment before her client realized what had occurred usually revealed a fair amount about the client because they were not braced for the scene; their mask was not fully on for those moments.
Using gestures and nods, Cassandra continued to small talk with her client, carefully assessing her body language, while Lisa carried out her commands around the room. Lisa knew this game very well and also knew when to push back, opening the scene for a little discipline.
With a short series of gestures Lisa was quietly scurrying about the room. Cassandra had her straighten a vase of roses, move a chair ever so slightly to the right, then back, fetch a pen and legal pad and leave it at her feet, then sent her off to straighten the curtains.
Lisa had been the victim of this ploy before, and allowed the opening to occur as naturally as possible. Her back was to Cassandra for several long moments and she missed the signal to return. Continuing her conversation with the client Cassandra signaled again, which of course Lisa again missed because she was still fumbling with the tie back of one of the larger curtains.
The shift in demeanor from Cassandra caught the client completely unaware when she signaled for the third time and there was still no response from Lisa. Smoothly taking her riding crop from where she had laid it on her lap she hit it soundly on the side of the ottoman with a snap like a pistol shot. Still keeping direct eye with the client she made her disappointment with her slave very clear.
“Lisa! Heel.”
Knowing full well what was expected Lisa was already half way to her Mistress’ side after the riding crop had sounded. Keeping her head low to the floor she kneeled beside Cassandra, visibly shaking. Cassandra continued the conversation with Miss Nancy as if nothing had happened and eventually tapped Lisa gently on the neck with the riding crop, allowing her to rise up for the next round.
Understanding began to form on Miss Nancy’s face as Cassandra yet again sent Lisa scurrying around the room with hand gestures and nods. Placing her brandy snifter down on the end table that had been provided she slouched back into her chair and began to watch with interest as the scene was again played out for her viewing pleasure.
Now understanding what was going on Miss Nancy grew more and more excited with each command Lisa obeyed.
Not knowing for sure whether this was just anticipation for the next disciplining of her slave Cassandra continued the game carefully to keep the client from guessing the real purpose behind the game.
From the chair to the vase back to the chair Lisa managed to keep up with her Mistress’ demands. When she was again sent to the curtains Miss Nancy could not seem to help but lean forward with anticipation, her face becoming visibly hot.
This time however Lisa caught the signal to return and was sitting prettily on her ankles ready to receive her Mistress’ brandy snifter when Cassandra turned to hand it to her. Smiling at Miss Nancy she managed to cause the antique cut glass to slip causing Lisa to fumble for the glass. To date Lisa had never dropped one of her glasses or spill its contents and this time was no exception.
Miss Nancy’s sigh of relief actually startled Cassandra, though her self control of body language and facial expressions would never show this.
“She is excited by the scene, but she seems relieved that Lisa escaped disciplining?”
Still trying to puzzle her client’s inner desires, Cassandra sent Lisa to straighten the old desk that was against one wall.
Finally breaking eye contact Cassandra continued the light conversation with her client while slowly examining the room wall by wall, looking for anything that was out of place.
This game Lisa was very gifted at, she always left something but it was never obvious. On more than one occasion in the past it had taken Cassandra several minutes to spot the imperfection in the room that had been made while Lisa had been scurrying about.
The rule for first time clients was to keep it simple since Cassandra had enough to worry about in these situations without having to push her powers of observation to the limit.
Cassandra was about to start looking over the bookcases book by book when she realized she herself had forgotten one of the rules of the game.
Lisa could not put one of the objects in the room out of order until after her Mistress had entered the room. The way the scene had played out so far that limited the places to look.
Also there was the possibility that Lisa might not have had time to cause the disruption because of how early in the scene they actually were.
Looking over the room again carefully Cassandra was about to send her slave on another pointless errand when she caught herself.
Lisa had worked the curtains twice, probably putting on a show with her fumbling about for the client to watch. Looking at the last set of curtains she had sent Lisa to she saw that the tie back was not properly knotted.
“I most have too many things on my mind. Well done Lisa, very well done.”
Getting up from the ottoman she quietly walked over to the desk, placing Lisa between herself and the offending curtains. She stood there with her arms folded riding crop in hand waiting for Lisa to finish and look up.
When Lisa did look up a very short moment later she had made herself pale with fright, obviously at her Mistress’ displeasure. Nodding towards the curtains Lisa scurried to comply. Turning back towards Miss Nancy, fully aware what Lisa would do next, she took note of her client’s demeanor.
Miss Nancy seemed to be equally attentive of both the Mistress and her slave, which struck Cassandra as odd. She was also visible excited and was even beginning to show signs of moisture on her lip and brow.
“What she wants is definitely here. Now what is it?”
Looking over towards the curtains she faked her displeasure, knowing that would bring the client’s focus back to her while Lisa began to prepare herself mentally for what came next. Almost as if by a pre-arranged script Lisa was quickly straightening the curtains, but had made no move to the now plainly obvious unknotted tie that was now beginning to loosen with her fussing about.
A sharp intake from Miss Nancy let Cassandra know that the offending curtain tie had been spotted.
Walking slowly towards the other side of the room, she kept her client in her peripheral view. Miss Nancy was fairly squirming in her chair, her excitement level becoming very high. She had also undone her cuffs and the first few buttons of her blouse to compensate for her obvious heat.
Reaching the table beside the curtains, Cassandra quickly exchanged her riding crop for a steel cork backed ruler.
Only on very close inspection would the modifying of the ruler be apparent.
The edges had been very carefully rounded so that no real edges were available to cut anyone struck by the ruler. Also all the corners had been replaced with carefully molded pieces of impact rubber reducing the chance of an accidental puncture wound from one of the corners.
“Lisa! Heel.” In the silence that followed Cassandra could easily hear Miss Nancy’s labored breathing behind her. “Dear me do we ever have an appreciative client this time.”
Turning slowly she strode back to the ottoman, making each heel strike easily heard despite the thick carpets. Miss Nancy had again slouched back in her chair, idly stroking her right nipple through her blouse. She quickly straightened up and moved her hand back to the armrest, however, when the Mistress again sat before her, slave in tow.
“I must apologies for my assistant Miss Nancy; she is usually much more efficient with her duties.”
“Oh no Mistress. I am sure she did not mean …”
“There is no need to be concerned about anything Miss Nancy. We have a very exact protocol within my ‘Dens’. Lisa is very much aware of these standards and is also well aware of what occurs when these protocols are violated.” The last word almost dripped with icy malice. It was time to up the intensity of the scene, and she hoped the client was as ready as she appeared to be.
“Now Miss Nancy, since this is your appointment you have the choice of her punishment for her poor conduct.”
“I would not… I mean I could not…” Again she was fumbling with her words, too afraid to come right out and say what it is she wanted.
With any other client Cassandra would be more patient, but she needed to keep the pressure on Miss Nancy until she was sure what the client really wanted from her and her employees.
Until she was sure they would be unable to trust her within the house and the client would not be able to completely trust them.
Above all else they must have that bond of trust, and until Miss Nancy was able to open up, it would not be there for any of them.
“Come now Miss Nancy, please do not be concerned. I am sure if one of your assistants broke protocol during an appointment you would have something to say about it.”
“Well maybe after the meeting was over but…”
“That is one thing that is different here in one of my ‘Dens’ Miss Nancy. All breaches in protocol are dealt with immediately. I will not tolerate anything less thing total commitment to the situation at hand at all times.” She punctuated each syllable of the last sentence with a strike to her palm with the ruler.
Miss Nancy’s body flinched with each strike, but her eyes never left the flashing steel ruler.
“I will ask you again Miss Nancy. What punishment would you like me to administer to my assistant?”
After several moments of more verbal stumbling it was finally decided that Lisa’s punishment would be three strikes across her posterior.
Taking her slave’s long blonde tresses firmly near the roots she slowly forced Lisa to a half standing position then across her lap. Once there Cassandra then lifted the wool skirt up over Lisa’s deliciously firm ass showing the peach colored silk thong and garters underneath.
The whole time this had been going on Cassandra almost never broke eye contact with her client, assessing every eye flicker and tremor. It was becoming more and more obvious to Cassandra what Miss Nancy wanted, but she seriously doubted that her client was aware of her own feelings on the matter.
She was a submissive.
Despite all her confidence and control she had established at her workplace and probably within the structure of her entire existence, all she really wanted was to be controlled.
Her fantasy was not to be the domineering ‘Boss’ but to be the humiliated ‘Secretary’.
It was now so obvious to her Cassandra wanted to have her rear spanked for not realizing it sooner.
All the fumbling and lack of self confidence from someone as self controlled as Miss Nancy had to be in her everyday life.
Then despite this the high level of excitement at every command that was given to Lisa, she still hesitated when it was time to administer discipline.
She wanted to be Lisa.
She wanted to be the slave.
She sympathized with and desired to be the one controlled by the Dom.
And like most corporate types she was trying to do a little on site research before committing to a new venture. She wanted to be sure of what Mistress Cassandra had to offer and what would happen within the walls of the ‘Dens’.
Smiling warmly Cassandra nodded to her client then turned to look again at her slave’s gorgeous ass. The rush of being the Dom was already causing her pulse to quicken, but after years of being within the scene Cassandra was quite confident of her self control and let the ruler begin its work.
True to form each hit was sound, contact made with only the flat of the cork side of the ruler. Lisa’s breathing barely changed with each hit, despite the fact each strike was to almost the exact same spot across the slave’s right cheek and that each stroke was noticeable louder and stronger then the last.
Taking advantage of the fact this was a first time scene and her actions could be justified as trying to determine the client’s future boundaries, Cassandra turned back to face the client while stroking the now reddened area of Lisa’s ass with a feathery touch.
Lisa managed not to allow herself to tremble from what Cassandra knew was an extremely pleasant sensation, but the Dom did feel her pupil take a long deep breath as she lay across her lap.
Miss Nancy was obviously puzzled by what had just happened in front of her. Cassandra had to keep from laughing as her client tried several times to form the words of a question but could not quite manage to do so.
Continuing to smile warmly she nodded to her client and slowly pulled the wool skirt back down Lisa’s legs, knowing full well that the wool would feel atrocious dragged across the area that had just been struck.
“To answer your question before you ask; yes she did feel the disciplining.”
“But she did not even…?”
“You have to remember Miss Nancy; Lisa is one of my in house slaves. She is very much used to corporeal punishment and it would take quite a bit of pain for her to cry out.”
“But how …?”
“Do I know how much?” Miss Nancy could only nod as Cassandra again managed to voice the question she could not bring herself to say.
“If you were paying close attention each strike was a little stronger then the last, correct?”
Again all Miss Nancy could do was nod.
“By striking in that manner a person is able to take much more punishment then if I were to hit each time as hard as possible. Also if I was to mistakenly exceed Lisa’s or anyone else’s tolerance they are able to let me know immediately if I for some reason did not realize it for myself.”
Keeping her smile warm she nodded towards Lisa’s posterior,”Also there are other punishments that can be administered that do not directly involve pain of a physical nature. You have to remember that corporeal punishment is just more direct and easier for someone to understand.”
Giving time for her client to absorb what she had just heard, Cassandra lightly touched Lisa on the back of her neck with the ruler, their pre-arranged signal to return to a ready position.
Kneeling beside her Mistress, Lisa kept her face blank and distant. She knew that the session was far from over, but was unsure of where things were heading.
Cassandra continued to discuss the finer points of being a Dom and of being a submissive with her new client, for the moment letting Lisa just sit. Since this was initially scheduled to be a voyeuristic experience this made little sense to Lisa.
The conversation between the client and her Mistress however slowly brought things into focus and her sheer awe at Cassandra’s ability to read a situation just from the small hints that had been available went up more than a few notches.
Knowing Cassandra as well as she did she also knew that things were not going to end they way Miss Nancy had envisioned.
She was so lost in her own thoughts Lisa almost missed the signal to retrieve the cigar box for Mistress Cassandra.
Cassandra was puzzled at Lisa’s hesitation but since she knew how focused her slave was during a session she realized that the shift in gears of the session had managed to catch her off guard.
She was going to have to sit down and work out some new signals with her slave for future use in a situation like this.
It was either that or start to brief her more thoroughly on her new clients before the sessions.
Cassandra had known that Miss Nancy was going to be a bit of a puzzle and warning Lisa of that would have prepared her for this.
But if she did warn Lisa how would her pupil learn to judge these situations herself?
Lisa was staying alert and being flexible within the situation, totally trusting her Dom. A quick conversation after the session would probably teach her more than any warnings Cassandra could have given her.
Cassandra continued talking with her client drawing attention away from Lisa while she fetched the antique cigar box and laid it by her Dom’s feet, waiting for the next signal.
“Do you smoke Miss Nancy?”
“Occasionally. Why?”
“I have it on good authority that you are particularly fond of a certain Dutch brand of cigarillos, is that correct.” Again Cassandra made her questions into statements, but now her focus was not just to control her client’s behavior within the scene.
Miss Nancy’s face turned quite pale as she looked down after Cassandra signaled to her slave to open the cigar box. “How did you…?”
Inside was the client’s favorite brand of cigarillos, with a gold lighter that was an exact match to the one she kept in a cigar box in her office for her own clients.
“Come now Miss Nancy, you are not the only one with connections at your disposal. At the very least you did not think you would be my only client from the business sector.”
“Of course, but …?”
Cassandra laid the narrow edge of the ruler across her client’s lips. “Shush now my sweet. Let us enjoy these fine cigarillos and we will continue with the session.”
The cold contact of the steel ruler combined with the use of the endearment was almost too much for Miss Nancy to bear. Her hands visibly shook when she accepted the cigarillo from Lisa who then carefully lit first hers then Cassandra’s with the lighter.
“Very good Lisa, you remembered that our guest does come first. Do you think I should reward such good behavior Miss Nancy?”
“Good work should always be rewarded Mistress Cassandra.”
Nodding to her client who was finally beginning to warm up to the situation, Cassandra turned to regard her slave. “What do you think you have earned as a reward slave?”
Still sitting back on her ankles Lisa carefully kept her face distant, knowing full well were Cassandra was going with the game now.
She signaled for her brandy snifter which still had a few swallows of brandy swirling inside. Taking the glass from Lisa she slowly rotated the glass in her hand, waiting for a moment to build the suspense for her client.
“I think my assistant is thirsty. Would you like a sip of brandy slave?”
Completely enthralled Miss Nancy watched as Lisa accepted the brandy snifter from her Dom, treating it like it was the Holy Grail. She then ever so carefully took the smallest sip from the glass.
Miss Nancy was so involved in the scene she actually squeaked out loud when Lisa suddenly chugged back the entire remaining contents of the snifter, allowing a small amount to dribble down her chin as she looked past her Mistress keeping her blank expression the whole time.
Her posture however was suddenly quite defiant.
Taking the snifter back from Lisa she signaled for Miss Nancy to take the glass while she turned to regard Lisa with mock concern.
Taking the snifter the client did not realize that she was now a direct part of the scene and in a subordinate position to Mistress Cassandra as well.
Cassandra knew it was going to take several progressive steps of that nature to make Miss Nancy more comfortable with her scene.
Miss Nancy was not going to be able to just sit and watch what was going to occur, she was going to need to be involved as a participant.
She needed to become the slave.
Half turning back towards Miss Nancy she continued to look at Lisa while she slowly tapped her bottom lip with the ruler.
“Oh Lisa, you can be so greedy at times.” Looking over at Miss Nancy she pointed to the end table beside her client’s chair with the ruler and went back to looking at her slave.
Without hesitation Miss Nancy quickly placed the antique glass carefully on the table and shifted her attention back and forth between the Dom and her slave.
The anticipation of what was to come next was unbearable, but she instinctively knew not to interrupt with any questions.
Lisa had been intentionally naughty and was proudly waiting to be punished for her transgression.
With their recent conversation on the other ways a slave could be punished without the use of corporeal punishment Miss Nancy was hoping for a demonstration of how this was done.
The idea of submission and humiliation excited her a great deal and the concept of being on the receiving end without physical disciplining was obviously very appealing to her client.
Miss Nancy was a slave wanting to be humiliated by a Dom.
Her riddles answered Cassandra threw herself completely into the role of playing the sadistic ‘Boss’.
With Lisa as Miss Nancy’s surrogate Cassandra demonstrated what she considered her ‘introductory’ humiliations for her client.
Lisa was forced to hold the cold ice bucket for her as Cassandra wandered aimlessly around the room talking about whatever came to mind with Miss Nancy.
She had Miss Nancy hold article after article as she humiliated her slave with the kissing of her shoes and punishing her with moving pieces of furniture about.
After ten minutes of very carefully placing a chair exactly in the corner the way her Mistress wanted she was rewarded with being allowed to sit in the same chair for a brief rest.
She was then humiliated and punished for every so slightly displacing the chair when she went to answer Cassandra’s next summons.
For the better part of an hour Lisa was tormented with repeated petty tasks that were always somehow improperly accomplished leading to more tasks on top of the humiliations and carefully worded insults the Dom heaped upon her.
After ten minutes of being forced to hold the contents of the ice bucket in her hands without being allowed to get herself or the floor wet Cassandra sent her slave scrambling from the room “…completely disgusted with her assistant’s comportment during the appointment.”
Leaving the door open behind her a crack she stood to one side and listened to her Mistress’ conversation with Miss Nancy.
By the time Bryan came around to check on the ‘Dens’ a few moments later Lisa was leaning against the wall with her eyes closed and smiling.
Before he could even ask her how things had gone a series of sharply given commands followed by a shriek of what sounded like sheer terror came from the ‘Den’.
When a series of incredible scathing yet highly literate insults followed a brief moment later it was all the two of them could do but to hold each other up from falling to the floor with laughter as the tried to walk away without disturbing their Mistress.
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