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Mistress Catherine
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a story, and although it starts slowly I hope you'll find it adequate, after
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Mistress Catherine
by
Alexiv
Chapter I
The Meeting
As I drove towards the address that was printed on the sheet of paper I
thought back over what had led me to this point. Whenever I had seen some
type of bondage scene in a film it seemed "right" to me and often I felt as
though I had some internal need to be dominated. Then, a few weeks ago it had
happened; I ent to see a good friends exhibit at a local gallery space. I
hadn't known what she was actually working but when I entered and saw
photographs bondage scenes hanging on every wall it became a cathartic moment.
All that night my friends photographs pervaded my consciousness, they
invaded my dreams. It made me realize that this need within me could not be
satisfied by mere fantasy, I would have to actually live it out. For several
days after the exhibit I thought about how one finds a Mistress; after all you
simply cant walk up to somebody and say "I want to be a slave, know any good
Mistresses?" then quite by accident, it happened.
I was logging on to one of my favorite bulletin boards to download a
program. It had been several weeks since I had used the board but it still
accepted my password. Immediately I noticed a change in the contents of the
board, a message popped up on my screen:
ATTENTION:
This BBS has changed formats, we are now an adults only board.
Former users are still welcome providing you are over eighteen.
This BBS will now cater to all lifestyles without prejudice and
may feature explicit sexual dialog and comments. If you find this
content offensive, we recommend you logoff now!
Thank You!
Instantly I thought that this might provide the avenue I need for
exploring my feelings. I spent my allotted time exploring the BBS with its
new file areas and doors. Then, before logging off I found a BDSM door and
entered; tentativly I nervously posted a Mistress Wanted message explaining my
feelings.
Two days later found a reply in my mailbox, it was a short note
explaining that if I answered the questions that followed I might be
considered for training, it was simply signed Lauren. I eagerly answered each
question, some of which were quite ordinary and returned the message. For the
next three weeks this process continued, each question became more personal
and more intimate. I was beginning to think that the entire series of
questions were nothing but a tease and I was about ready to give up. I
figured I'd give it a couple more days as I logged on again. There was a
short message waiting, as usual it was signed by Lauren and read:
1:00pm
1425 Ash Avenue West
Promptness is expected!
I pulled up in front of a rather large house and parked my car. I sat
for a moment thinking, I could pull away now and nothing would ever happen,
nobody would know I would have risked nothing. From deep within though I knew
I couldn't drive away, I had to go through with this. I turned my car off,
got out, locked it and walked up the long sidewalk to the heavy oak doors.
I stood there and took a deep breath and finally rang the doorbell,
after a few seconds the door opened. A woman stood there, she was stunning,
she had auburn hair and brown eyes and her face looked as though it had been
intricately chiseled by a master sculptor. "Are you Alex?" she asked, I was
nervous and quietly replied "yes." "I'm Lauren" she glanced over her shoulder
at an unseen clock and looked at me again "you're ten minutes early, that's
promising, follow me."
She turned on her heel and led me into the house, as I followed I
noticed her wonderful legs, incredibly shapely and long. The length was
accentuated by the heels and miniskirt she was wearing and although she was
wearing a loose turtleneck sweater her curved outline was clearly noticeable.
We entered a large room with a high vaulted ceiling, several couches were in
the room with a stereo against one wall and a fireplace, it looked like an
ordinary, albeit large living room.
In the center of the room sat an unpadded wooden chair, it was placed so
the it faced a comfortable looking overstuffed chair. Lauren motioned toward
the wooden chair, "sit there," she turned and walked towards the overstuffed
chair. The seat was very slick and as I tried to get comfortable I realized
the front legs of the wooden chair had been shortened so the seat sloped
forward.
Lauren was now sitting on the floor beside the overstuffed chair her
legs curled under her. I struggled to keep from inching forward on my chair
as the minutes passed, I continued to slip and slide and still Lauren didn't
speak. After several minutes I finally asked "are you the Mistress?" She
threw her head back slightly and laughed, "no" was the only word that come
from her. "But the questions," I stammered "you... the BBS."
"Think of me as a... mmm, a special assistant," she said, the Mistress
will be here soon enough." Just then a large clock in the corner of the room
chimed the hour. As the chime died away another woman entered the room and
immediately sat in the overstuffed chair, she stroked Lauren's hair as she
settled into place.
She was very pretty and was dressed neatly, I couldn't help but think
that she looked as though she had stepped out of a Polo ad. Her hair was
almost the same color as Lauren's but was longer and gathered together with a
bow. "Hello," I said; "you were not asked to speak!" was her curt reply. She
turned to Lauren and said "well?"
Lauren spoke "well, he seems a very nervous, and he can't sit still."
"He watched me as we walked through the house, and he kept looking at me while
I was sitting here, on the up side he was ten minutes early, he might have
some promise, he'll need a lot of training but I think he might be fun."
"Thank you Lauren, please get ready," Lauren rose and left the room.
"Before we begin," she said "there are some ground rules, if you don't
think you can follow them you may leave are and we will end our relationship
at that point, is that clear?" I continued to slide forward the chair and the
unexpected turn of another woman being my potential Mistress had confused me,
"yes," was my only answer.
She began "first, what goes on in this house stays in this house, anyone
you come in contact with in this house is implicitly trusted." "Second, you
will follow any command I give to the letter, any hesitation or disobedience
will be punished and likewise good performance will be rewarded." "Third,
Lauren's commands are to be obeyed as though they were mine, she has been with
me several years and enjoys special privileges." "And last I may choose to
sever our relationship at anytime for any reason, likewise you may do the
same, are these ground rules clear and will you abide them?"
I croaked a simple "yes" and she spoke again, "from this point on you
are no longer named Alex, you will be addressed as slave." She continued,
"you must earn certain rights and privileges here and therefore you may no
longer speak until explicitly informed you that you have earned the right to
do so. " "Once you have earned the right to speak you will address me as
Mistress Catherine, no other form of address will be tolerated, have I made
myself clear?" I stammered "yes," and Mistress Catherine scowled at me as I
suddenly realized my error.
She stood and walked toward me, as she circled the chair I was sitting
in, I saw Lauren enter the room out of the corner of my eye. She was now nude
save a leather collar with a lead, and a pair of leather panties, as she drew
closer I noted that she had a ring through each nipple. She was carrying a
box and set it on a table behind and stood out of view. Mistress Catherine
spoke again.
"Because you have no rights and privileges in my home you will stand and
remove your clothes immediately." I complied with her order and meekly stood
there, with my hands folded in front of me, "modesty is a privilege you have
not earned, stand with your hands at your sides!" she commanded. I was self
conscious and could feel myself blush as I stood in front of these two women I
had never met before, I could feel their eyes on me, examining me. "Now,
Lauren has told me you find her very distracting, if you are to be trained
properly you must not be distracted."
From behind me I felt Lauren working a leather hood over my head, I
could feel her zip it closed in the back and as she did my vision was
completely cut off. "Next," I heard Mistress Catherine again her voice
slightly muffled because of the hood "since you don't know what to do with
your hands and since you have trouble obeying commands about not speaking,
Lauren will help you." From behind I felt her reach around and press a gag
into my mouth and secure it behind my head, then I felt her place a belt
tightly around my hips. She took each arm and guided into a cuff attached to
the waist belt, my arms were now pinned at my sides.
Finally I felt her fasten a collar snugly around my neck. I felt a
"click" at the front of the collar and suddenly, I felt a tug. I was being
pulled forward, my first steps tentative because of my lack of sight. A
harder tug came at my collar, "move slave! let's go," I was still hesitant. A
brisk tug at the collar and simultaneously at my cock quickly got my attention
and I moved through the house being led by the Mistress and Lauren.
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