Mistress Cunnie

Gina strained to see who was in the corridor. Nervously she stood and waited, until the figure finally walked forward. Into the light stepped a woman- a beautiful, frightening sight. She had fire engine red hair that hung halfway down her back, and had a stern look on her face. She was clad in a black leather bustier, black garter belt and fishnet stockings, and black pumps. She had no panties, and the thin strip of bright red hair above her pussy proved that she was a natural redhead. She was tall - maybe 5'8", and had C cup tits that were lifted and squeezed in the tight bustier. In her hand she carried a 12 inch black baton, and around her neck was a thin black collar.

“Miss Rockridge?” the woman asked. Gina nodded her head. “You have already heard from Master why you are here. I’ll be your guide and instructor to the rest of the rules, until you become accustomed to your new home. Cooperate, and I can make things considerably easier for you. Resist, and you will pay the price. My name is Cunnie, but you will address me as Mistress.”

Gina stared on, half in horror at the sight of the woman and the words coming from her mouth, and half in relief- at least this was another woman she was dealing with, and not some muscle bound ****.

Mistress Cunnie continued. “Now undress, and I will tell you about the rest of the rules.”

Undress? Gina stood frozen. She could have guessed that she was going to be fucked against her will, but she was surprised to be ordered to strip by this woman. It was probably a losing battle, but she felt that she had to put up some resistance.

“No. I won’t undress,” Gina stated defiantly, her arms folded across her chest.

“Excuse me?” stated Mistress Cunnie, more amused than upset. “Did you say no?!?”

Gina nodded her head.

“Very well,” Mistress Cunnie sighed, striding towards Gina. Gina flinched, expecting to get hit. Instead, at the last moment, Mistress Cunnie whipped out the baton and jammed it into Gina’s gut. Gina only had time for a squeak, as 300,000 volts of electricity coursed through her body. Her body crumpled in pain, and her world went dark.

When she came to, everything hurt and she could barely move. As she opened her eyes, she felt a washcloth being dragged across her bare skin, and the cool of the bath tub under her body. She looked up, and saw Mistress Cunnie standing over her, carefully washing her now nude body.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” moaned Gina, in pain.

“Well, well, good morning,” said Mistress Cunnie, cheerfully. “How do you feel?”

“Pain...” was all Gina was able to get out.

“Hmm- can’t say I’m surprised. Maybe you’ll remember this pain the next time you think about defying me, or Master, or anyone else here. Now just lie still- I’m almost done with your bath.”

Gina couldn’t have moved if she wanted to. And she did want to- especially when Mistress Cunnie spread Gina’s legs wide so she could wash her pussy. She was quite thorough. When she finished, Mistress Cunnie allowed the water in the tub to drain down, until about 2 inches of water was left under Fuck Toy’s ass. Then she stopped the drain up again. She walked away, and came back a moment later with shaving cream and a razor.

She spread and lifted Gina’s legs, placing them on either side of the tub. Then she took the baton in one hand, and with the other she grabbed Gina by the hair. She pulled Gina’s head forward, so she could see what was happening. Then Mistress Cunnie placed the baton right next to her pussy.

Seeing the baton at her most sensitive of openings caused the pain of the electrocution to come flooding back to Gina, and she started sobbing.

“Quiet down!” barked Mistress Cunnie. “The baton is turned off- if you cooperate, it will remain off. But struggle, and I’ll turn it back on. And believe me, it’s quite a bit more painful here than in your stomach.”

With that, Mistress Cunnie started pushing the baton forward, splitting her pussy lips, sliding inside. She stopped pushing when she saw Gina wince, as the baton pressed against her cervix. Gina was panicked, breathing heavily and not moving a muscle. Mistress Cunnie lay her head back down on the floor of the tub, and began lathering up Gina’s pubic hair.

As she began to shave Gina’s pussy bare, she went over the rules. “You have already heard from Master that you are here to entertain his guests. These are mostly rich, powerful guests, with very specific needs and demands. They come here because Master has a reputation for providing exceptional, discreet service. You will be no exception.”

“You will provide for their every need, and comply with their every demand. If you behave properly, you will be permitted to continue living here, so that you may work off your debt. I think you will find the accommodations quite pleasant. When you are not working you may travel this building, and converse with the other girls. But I will warn you- you are on camera at all times. Nothing you say or do will be secret, so I strongly advise against any subversive talk with the other women. Meals are served on the 15th floor, and we have an excellent cook here. There is a gym on floor 8, so you can stay in shape.”

“I have been told that Master purchased you in exchange for your $1500 debt to Mr. Cohen. In addition to this amount, you will be charged $25 per day for room and board. A very good deal, if you ask me. You will earn your money to pay off this debt, as I’m sure you have already guessed, by providing for our clients’ needs- sexual and otherwise. There is a set scale for certain sexual acts, and you may have the opportunity to earn bonus pay.”

Lying on the bottom of the tub, with an electric baton shoved up her pussy and a strange woman shaving her pubic hair, Gina’s head was spinning. She couldn’t believe the situation she was in, and she struggled to take it all in without breaking out into tears. Gina felt the razor scrape over her pussy lips, as Mistress Cunnie continued.

“For each act of oral sex that you perform, you will earn $25. Vaginal sex earns you $50, and anal sex is worth $75.”

Gina winced at that last one, never having had anal sex. She tensed up at the thought of some man’s cock invading her backside. Mistress Cunnie was almost finished shaving her pussy. Carefully, working around the baton, Mistress Cunnie removed the rest of Gina’s hair, leaving only a thin strip above her mound, to match Mistress Cunnie’s own pussy. When she was done, she washed away the remaining shaving cream, slowly pulled the baton from Gina’s pussy, and helped her to her feet.

“Now doesn’t that look better?” she asked, as she helped Gina out of the tub and dried her off. She led Gina back into the bedroom. Gina stood at attention, feeling the air blow across her newly bald pussy, as she listened to the rest of the rules.

“You will earn those rates for each sexual act that you perform. You will find, however, that many of our clients have more... unusual needs. When you assist them in meeting these needs, you will earn additional bonus money- sort of like hazard pay. The amount of your bonus will depend on the difficulty of the demand and your level of cooperation. If you are willing and enthusiastic, you will find that many of our clients also tip quite well.”

“You are not free to refuse any demand made by our clients. The clients understand that they may not do anything that would cause permanent harm, but short of that they have free reign.”

Mistress Cunnie reached into a dresser drawer, and pulled out what looked like a collar. She snapped the collar around Gina’s neck, securing it with a small padlock.

“You will wear this collar at all times. If you try to resist any command, you will receive a correction from Master or from one of the other people that will be watching you at all times. I suggest that you comply fully with all demands- you will wind up doing whatever it is in the end anyway, so you might as well receive more pay for it.”

“As Master told you before, when you have worked off your debt you will be free to go. You may also choose to stay, for the same rate of $25 per day. Many of the women you will meet here have chosen to stay on, and earn a nice living doing this work.”

Mistress Cunnie walked around Gina, admiring her body. She ran her hand over Gina’s hairless pussy, examining her handiwork. Then she slipped a finger inside, running up and down the length of Gina’s slit. Gina closed her eyes in embarrassment and shame.

“It’s almost lunch time,” Mistress Cunnie went on, “and after lunch we will bring a photographer to your room for some publicity shots- something to put into your album to convince the clients to pick you. After all, the more clients that choose you, the sooner you pay off your debt.”

“But before we head to lunch, I’m going to give you a little pre-lunch snack.”

Gina looked down and saw Mistress Cunnie’s hand sliding across her own hairless pussy lips.