Dungeon & Domme Part 1

As the laughing subsides you then hear her begin to move around in the darkness. Things were being moved, arranged, readied. She takes a long time as she prepared things. She eventually moves around to your left and you hear the snap and hiss of a match being struck. You can just make out your sister's face as she lights three thick white candles arranged on some sort of candelabra. Once all three are lit you can see her better. Despite the maniacal laughter just a few minutes ago her face is now calm and in control, it is actually quite serene. She walks away, leaving the candles burning in the corner of the room. The rough brick wall visible behind them and a sturdy padded waist high bench beside.

You were confused and scared. You couldn't believe this was really happening. By coming here dressed as you were you had a hint of things to come before leaving the house, but actually being here was so much more intimidating than you'd ever imagined. Your big sister seemed so different too. Both the mad intense fire in her eyes from before and the serene controlled look from a second ago, both were terrifying in their own way. Also, she was taking forever building up to it. While you were afraid of what was to come the wait was excruciating. Both mentally as well as physically due to the strain on your shoulders and calves.

You are about to break, you just had to say something. You wanted to plead with her to take you home. You would sacrifice your sex with her if she'd just take you home. It is at this moment she finally steps forward.

In her hand was a long thin elegant looking riding crop. It is mostly black though the handle had metal rings at the top and bottom, the tip was a flat narrow leather slapper at the end. She was magnificent! Her lithe powerful figure framed by the spotlight. Despite your faltering will you manage to remain silent, though you are shaking terribly. Your shoulders and calves were screaming at you, your strength was giving out.

She looks you up and down, evaluating. Stepping forward she takes down your thong and removes it. You were now completely nude except for the mask. She studies you once more for a time then carries the thong off into the darkness. Then you hear her fiddling with something and there is the sound of a few metallic clinks and the chains pulling you up and out are relaxed just a bit. Just enough for you to bring your feet down properly to the floor. You let out a long sigh of relief. Your arms are still bound and spread wide but you are able to relax a bit now. The immense relief was heaven to your fatigued muscles and joints.

Her first act was an act of mercy...you had not expected that. Perhaps this wouldn't be so... SNAP!

"AAAHHH!" You scream out as you feel the bite of the crop across your right buttock.

Fiona crosses around behind you. SNAP! A hard stinging impact on your left. You cry out once more. Shit! She wasn't holding back! That fucking hurt!

She says in a calm but stern voice. "When you are leashed you stay one step behind me and a half step to the side. I should never even know you are there. Do you understand?"

SNAP!

"If you are mine then your failures are my failures. Do you understand?" She waits for a reply. You realize your tiny moment of insubordination was a huge embarrassment for her. You had a lot to live up to here.

She was referring to the incident in the club where you had stopped and she had to tug you along by the leash. "Okay Fiona, I didn't know."

SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! The crop whistled as it streaked through the air.

"AHHAHAHAHA! OW!" You yelp. Your ass was on fire from the brutal strikes. This was not Fiona's playtime yet, this was purely discipline.

"Think before you speak! Think! Is that really how you think you are to address me here?" She walks slowly around to your front, her eyes locked on yours. "Are you mine or are you just a filthy fucktoy for my amusement? For anyone's amusement? Are you content just being a pathetic worthless needle dick bitch or can you become something greater? If you are to truly be mine you must display it in word and action."

You could feel her guiding you, teaching you. Her intense eyes encouraging you.

"N-no. I'm yours. I'm sorry...Mistress?" You stammer, you hadn't even hesitated in your response. Despite your doubts from a moment ago when the time came to speak you discovered that you didn't want this to end. "It won't happen again. I'm sorry Mistress."

She nods. "Mistress is fine. You may also call me Goddess."

"Yes Goddess." You say, your eyes desperately searching hers. She looks at you approvingly.

"Very good my little bitch. You are learning." She seems quite pleased with you. "NOW we can begin."