I was calm all the way up until the point where I stood in front of her door. That's when suddenly my knees grew week and my heart pounded in my chest. I was excited yet nervous. I was about to knock when suddenly my phone started to ring in my pocket.
I was surprised to see that it was Mistress Sarah. My communication with her this time had always been electronic. I hadn’t heard her voice in a long time.
"Hello Mistress Sarah." The words seemed so natural to me, even though my voice wavered with nervousness.
Confident and bold she stated, "Hello Evie. It's so nice to see that you are on time." Then she asked, "Are you ready to completely submit to me?"
I answered, "Yes Mistress. I am ready to submit to you."
"Good girl, then you may come in. You will go directly to the center of the living room and strip naked. There is a bag on the sofa. Put all your clothes into the bag. Be a good girl and fold them neatly before putting them in the bag."
"Yes Mistress," I replied.
Mistress Sarah continued her instructions. "Once you are completely naked you will get down on your hands and knees and crawl over to the stairs. At the foot of the stairs you will get into a worship position. You will kneel facing the stairs. That's how I want to see you Evie -- naked, kneeling and nose pressed against the floor, ready for worship. Understand?"
"Yes Mistress." My cock was completely hard. Her direct commands had already put me into a submissive state of mind.
"One more thing slut! You will not look-up, speak, or move, until I give you permission to do so, you will be quiet and you will not be hard. Got it!"
"Yes, Mistress," I replied, uncertain that I could obey the last order. I was already very excited and aroused. I had no idea how I could calm myself down. Resisting Mistress was not an option and so I just had to figure out a way to make it happen.
"Good girl. Get to work." Mistress Sarah hung up.
I took a deep breath and quietly entered the house. The house was dark and silent. I walked slowly into the living room, trying to remember all her orders. A brown fur sofa caught my attention immediately. I chuckled to myself, knowing the fur was one of Mistress Sarah's favourite indulgences. An image formed in my mind of her naked and rubbing her body over the fur, enjoying the softness tickling her nipples and pussy. I felt my cock twitch in my panties.
I moved to the center of the room and slowly and quietly peeled off my clothes. I felt a bit silly and awkward stripping in the middle of a strange room. I wondered if anybody was watching.
The last thing I removed was my panties. Under Mistress Sarah’s instructions I now only wore panties. I paused for a moment, still wondering if anyone was watching. This excited me. Then I slowly peeled them off. In my naked state, I felt completely vulnerable and submissive and this caused my cock to throb.
I glanced at the stairway to the right of the living room and remembered her orders. After placing my neatly folded clothes into the bag on the sofa, I got down on my hands and knees and crawled to the stairs and got into the worship position. I waited patiently for Mistress Sarah's arrival.
Mistress Sarah did not make me wait long. She savoured the view of her slave kneeling at the bottom of the stairs. Her pussy tingled at the sight. She wanted to race down the steps and quickly take control of her slave but she knew that a slow descent would be more suspenseful and tantalizing to her slave. She liked to play games like this with her Evie.
Slowly and deliberately Mistress Sarah walked down the steps, knowing that her slave was intently listening to each step and knowing that the closer she moved to him, the faster his heart beat and the more excited he became. When she was just above him, she spoke.
"Mmm.. Now that's the way I like my slaves. This is such a perfect way for you to greet me this time, don't you think slut?"
"Yes Mistress," I replied. No other words seemed appropriate. I remained quiet.
"Look up at me slave," ordered Mistress Sarah in a quick firm tone.
I quickly looked up and took in the wonderful sight. She was wearing a black mini PVC dress and black heels. That was it. PVC was my weakness and she knew it. There was something incredibly sexy and powerful about the tight, dark and shiny fabric. My will power completely drained the instant I saw Mistress Sarah standing above me in the PVC dress and heels. My mind and body surrendered to her control.
With Mistress standing directly above me on the steps, I could clearly see her shaved pussy. I had dreamed about worshiping her pussy over and over again. Now the real thing was above me like a succulent fruit. My mind drooled at the sight.
My eyes slowly worked their way up her tight body. The dress held her tits tightly, presenting them beautifully. I was dying to see what was under the wrapper. Finally my eyes settled on her face. Her glistening red lips looked delicious. Her eyes brows curved perfectly over her deep black eyelashes. Just a hint of green eye shadow brought out the beauty in her eyes. She looked so perfect.
"You look amazing Mistress," I said.
"I know Evie. That is a perfect response from you," said Mistress Sarah. I was pleased of her approval. "You may worship my toes now."
Mistress Sarah held onto the stair rail and lowered her foot down to my lips. I eagerly licked and kissed her freshly painted toes through her open toed shoe. My soft wet tongue sent chills through Mistress Sarah. My obedience energized and excited her. She could feel the dampness in her pussy grow into pure wetness.
"Good girl," she complimented as I worshiped her foot. Then she teased, "Treat each toe like its own little sex organ pet. Give them lots of attention with your tongue and lips."
I enjoyed her direct orders. I have always strived to complete any task Mistress Sarah ever set me. When Mistress Sarah was satisfied that I had given each and every toe on one foot enough attention, she lowered her other foot for worship. I was thrilled to obey. I felt completely submissive and more excited than ever. All I cared about was pleasing my Mistress.
My lips and tongue on her toes was quite relaxing. However, Mistress Sarah was not in a mood for relaxation. She wanted to tease and play with her Evie. She pulled her foot away and ordered me to turn around. I obeyed and waited on my hands and knees. I felt the tip of her shoe trace my arse cheeks and then slide gently into my arse crack.
"Cute little arse, slut," said Mistress Sarah. Then she gave a little tap on my arse with her foot and ordered, "Crawl over to the living room slut."
I crawled back to the center of the living room. Mistress Sarah ordered, "Stand-up. I want to inspect my slut."
I stood up. At 6 foot 2 inches I was taller than Mistress Sarah but my size was no threat to her. She had all the control. She had tamed me into a pretty and obedient slut. Mistress Sarah placed a finger on the center of my chest. Then she slowly walked around me, her finger tracing my body.
"Mmm. Such a pretty slut," she whispered.
When she was behind me she placed the palms of her hands on the back of my shoulders and gently slid them down my back. This sent chills through my body. Her hands traced up and down my arms.
"My property," she whispered into his ear. "My slut."
My cock throbbed. I was happy and excited to be owned. I liked the feeling of being her slave. Mistress Sarah hugged me tightly from behind. She whispered, "Say it slut. Tell me whose property you are."
"I am Mistress Sarah's property. I belong to you."
Mistress Sarah kissed my cheek. Her lips were wet and felt delicious against my skin. "Yes, you are mine," she said firmly. I could sense lust in her tone. I knew her pussy was dripping and this excited me.
Mistress Sarah's hands dropped down to my cock. She squeezed my hard cock and enjoyed the smoothness of my balls. I was completely shaved per her orders. She held my cock and balls firmly with both hands. Seductively she said, "Hmmm. My little slut has got a swollen little clitty. Didn't I say not to be hard," she questioned with disapproval.
I blushed at her reference to my cock as a clitty. It was another way for her to reinforce my being her sissy. She had trained me to always refer to my cock as my clitty. Hearing her say it out loud for the first time was humiliating but exciting for me. "Sorry Mistress. I couldn't help it. You're driving me crazy."
"Did you even try," she asked mockingly.
"Yes. Yes, I tried hard."
Mistress Sarah laughed and walked in front of me. "Look at me slut," she ordered.
I looked into her eyes. She locked eyes with me and said, "Let this be a lesson slut. I own your clitty. You have no control over it, no matter how hard you try. Understand?"
Her lips formed a devilish grin. She had clearly proven her point. I nodded in agreement. My arousal grew even stronger knowing how much control she had over me.
"Good slut," she said approvingly.
Her hands moved up to my nipples and gently teased and played with them. I moaned in delight.
Mistress Sarah noted out loud, "Seems that you have very sensitive nipples slut. Sensitive nipples, just like a girl."
Then she pinched my nipples hard startling me and making me gasp. She laughed at my weakness and pinched my nipples hard one more time. The quick sensation was filled with pain and pleasure. I enjoyed the strange effect it had on me. I was thrilled at her power; at how she could make me flinch and feel weak in an instant.
"Mmm. I love that," cooed Mistress Sarah.
Then she placed the palms of her hand on each side of my chest. She pushed her hands inward, squeezing my chest together. My muscles formed a small amount of cleavage. She observed out loud, "The right basque or corset, will show off your tits nicely."
Mistress Sarah, released her grip and watched with amusement at how my chest muscles instantly sprung back to shape. Then she ordered, "Turn around slut and let me see your pretty pussy."
I turned so that my arse was towards her. She firmly placed her hand on the center of my back and pushed forward and commanded, "bend forward slut. Pull your arse cheeks apart for me."
I did as instructed.
"Wider," demanded Mistress Sarah.
I took pleasure in the stretching sensation as I pulled my arse cheeks as far apart as I could. I felt completely submissive and vulnerable on display for Mistress. Mistress Sarah gently blew into my arse and watched my sphincter muscle quiver at the unexpected sensation.
Mistress Sarah laughed, "See I even control your tight little pussy. I am going to have fun breaking you in."
My cock twitched at the mention of my arse being used. Mistress Sarah had teased me online many times and continually talked of fucking me hard in my arse. Over the past few months Mistress Sarah had transformed me into such a horny slut that I was looking forward to the moment when my fucking would finally happen.
Next Mistress Sarah retrieved her cat-o-nine tails whip and made me kneel on the couch, facing the back of the couch so that my ass was exposed to her. My cock rubbed against the furry fabric of the couch. The soft fabric felt amazing against my sensitive cock.
"Enjoying the fur," commented Mistress Sarah.
"Yes. It feels so good. I could hump your couch," I joked.
"Maybe I'll let you do that later slut, if you're good."
Mistress walked behind me. Mistress Sarah lightly slapped the soles of my feet with the cat-o-nine tails..
It's time for a spanking," announced Mistress Sarah. "My little sluts been a little naughty, haven't you?"
I just knew to answer yes. Chills filled my body as she slowly traced the whip up my legs, around my ass, and up my back. My body tensed slightly, wondering when the spanking would start. Mistress teased me like this for a minute or two. Before I could get too excited Mistress brought the whip back and gave me a quick slap on the ass. This startled me and my whole body flinched. As I flinched my cock pushed into the furry couch and I was rewarded with a burst of soft pleasure.
Mistress Sarah laughed at my weakness. She whipped my ass again and again, harder and harder each time. I did not expect such harshness. I tried to be brave but finally cried out, "Ow! That hurts Mistress."
"Of course it does," exclaimed Mistress while whipping me two more times. "I want you to take pain for me slut. Will you do that for me?"
I wanted to say no, but I knew this was the way Mistress had accepted me back. "Yes," I responded.
"Then ask me to whip you slave."
"Please whip me Mistress," I asked in a wavering voice.
Mistress Sarah whipped my ass again, taking pleasure in the bright red marks left from the chords.