She stood in front of her sub, her hands on her hips. Wearing her black leather pants, a crisp white shirt, 4” heels, and holding a 5’ cane, tapping it against her leg. Bobbi knew of no other way than to break her spirit.
Amanda looked straight into her Mistress's eyes, not realising where her head should be, she found it hard to understand her role.
The cane tapped her leg, and she glared at her Mistress. “Why are you doing this to me,” she begged to know. Her Mistress stood right in front of her, the tapping getting firmer.
Amanda’s defiance grew with each stoke, a battle of wills.
Bobbi’s jaw tightened but she knew that using her cane when she was angry was a sin and that even she wouldn’t dare test herself in such a way.
She raised the cane using the tip she placed it under Amanda’s chin. Then lifted her head with it. Amanda’s eyes were still glaring but Bobbi could see them starting to glaze with tears. She put the tip of the cane on her head and gently tapped it, and Amanda took the wordless instruction and lowered her head.
Bobbi was beginning to understand that the battle she was fighting was going to be won or lost in the next few moments.
Amanda lowered her head until her chin was resting on her chest. A tear fell to the floor while another ran down her cheek.
Bobbi removed the cane and then spoke to her stubborn sub. “Raise your arms in the air,” she instructed her sub.
Amanda did as she was told, and Bobbi moved forward and grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt. She lifted it off over Amanda’s head, discarding it and throwing it into the corner of the room. She stood there, quietly, watching her sub in her plain white bra, her denim jeans, and a pair of short heels, two inches high no more. Her arms were still raised.
“You can be a Good Girl sub when you try,” she was told.
Bobbi moved closer and started to take in her perfume, not one she recognised. She was close to her, and her own large bosoms raked across the nipples hidden in the bra, but they stirred as Bobbi looked down at them as she dropped her hand to the crutch of Amanda’s jeans and cupped her mound, firmly.
She then undid her button on the jeans and lowered her zipper, yanking the jeans past her hips down to her knees. She looked at the white thong, now showing the first signs of her sub becoming aroused. Bobbi stepped back and told the sub in a direct tone: “Lose the jeans and heels sub.”
Without hesitation, Amanda quickly stepped out of her jeans after kicking off her heels. Her hands were put back up above her head. Bobbi could see the strain it was taking keeping them up there.
She smiled at her sub, then leaned in and kissed her warmly, with a passion, with intent, and desire. She was certain in her own mind that Amanda had little idea of just how much her Mistress was being aroused by watching her sub become even more submissive, she felt a warmth in her loins and an unmistakable moist feeling in her own panties. She was also certain that her aroma was also being picked up by her sub.
The internal fight Amanda was having within herself, part of her wanted, no, needed to give over all of herself to this handsome woman she calls her Mistress.
Bobbi stepped back and tapped the inside of Amanda’s ankles, getting her to spread her legs even further. When she was satisfied with the distance her legs were apart, she let her cane run up the inside of Amanda’s leg, tapping her core as she reached the top. The sub closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. Her arms now became so heavy, the tears were welling in her eyes. The pain in her arms began to show as she tried desperately to keep them straight above her head.
Bobbi smiled, knowing the pain she was going through. The physical pain would subside, she knew, and be forgotten about with the passing of time. But the battle happened inside her head, for her whole being. That was the battle that Bobbi saw as she watched the confusion on the face of her darling submissive Amanda.
She smiled, not out of a sadistic desire to inflict pain, but she knew then that Amanda was accepting her role, accepting her submissive position in their relationship. Once she had told Bobbi, ad infinitum, that she needed to be her sub, that she could do it and would do it. She had her own strong will, she defied Bobbi in little ways just to show Bobbi that she was just as strong and powerful as Bobbi was and that this was only play-acting.
Bobbi wasn't confused by her desire to be subservient to her and kept tapping at her core, each stroke a little firmer. Her eyes, as Bobbi watched were closed tightly now, and her lips were quivering. She was trying desperately not to give in to her Mistress but knowing that she desperately wanted to.