Mistress Zelda finishes Taylor's punishment

Mistress Zelda, already dressed for the day in a red leather corset that supported her breasts and left a hint of her toned stomach bare, a pair of tight-fitting black leather pants, and black ankle-high boots, stepped into the guestroom where Taylor was sleeping. She quietly made her way to the sleeping starlet, then shook her. "Time to wake up, Taylor," she said in a warm, soothing tone.

Taylor opened her eyes with a flutter, then smiled at her disciplinarian. "Good morning, Mistress Zelda," she said as she sat up.

“Good morning, Taylor. Get moving, it’s time to begin.”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Taylor replied before quickly getting out of the bed, stripping off the pajamas she was given for the night, and leaving them on the bed. She then turned to the dominatrix and knelt. Mistress Zelda smiled as she silently clipped a leash to Taylor’s collar.

“Come on, time for breakfast.” Mistress Zelda gave a gentle tug on the leash, and Taylor began to obediently crawl at the other woman’s side until they came to the stairs. “Just like last time, you may walk down the steps.”

“Thank you, Mistress Zelda,” Taylor said, keeping her tone soft and respectful as she slowly stood. As soon as they reached the bottom of the stairs, Taylor once again lowered herself to her hands and knees and followed Mistress Zelda into the dining room.

As they neared the dining room, the smell of coffee, fresh fruit, and pancakes made the pop superstar’s stomach rumble with hunger. All the more so, because she knew she would be getting the same meal she always got at Mistress Zeldas, regardless of the time of day, cold plain oatmeal, and a glass of milk. When they reached the seat in front of the spot at the table that had been set for her, Mistress Zelda unclipped the leash from Taylor’s collar, and the singer rose to her feet only long enough to sit.

Mistress Zelda then went to her seat and took a moment to look at the meal that had been prepared for her. An omelet filled with smoked salmon, red and green bell peppers, and citrus cream cheese, which gave the dish a lemony tang, a bowl of fresh strawberries, cantaloupe, and blueberries, and a cup of coffee. “Eat, Taylor, then we’ll return to the dungeon to conclude your punishment.”

“Thank you, Mistress Zelda,” Taylor replied, as she scooped up a spoonful of oatmeal. As Taylor ate, she wondered what punishment Mistress Zelda had in store for her. She knew from prior experience that asking would do no good. While it was not forbidden, Mistress Zelda rarely, if ever, gave information about punishments out ahead of time.

After they finished breakfast, Mistress Zelda clipped the leash to Taylor’s collar and led her to the dungeon. When they entered, the strict dominatrix led her to the straight-backed chair she had put in place before waking Taylor. She removed the leash and sat on the chair with an expectant look. Taylor swallowed with nervous anticipation as she slowly tilted her head up to meet the dominatrix’s gaze.

“Mistress Zelda, may I please be placed over your lap for my warm-up spanking?” she asked. Mistress Zelda patted her lap, and Taylor moved to her side before draping herself over her disciplinarian’s lap. Mistress Zelda shifted slightly as she rubbed Taylor’s ass and silently admired the singer’s devotion to her discipline.

She slowly raised her hand, then brought it down with a resounding smack directly on Taylor’s right sit-spot. Taylor hissed sharply as her legs stiffened. She lifted her hands from the floor and grabbed the legs of the chair nearest her. The next swat landed just as hard on the left sit-spot, making Taylor whimper quietly.

“Don’t hold it in,” Mistress Zelda instructed in a soft, gentle tone that almost caught Taylor by complete surprise. Swat after swat landed on Taylor’s ass until a total of twenty swats had landed, leaving Taylor’s ass glowing and sore.

“Thank you, Mistress Zelda,” Taylor said through a shaky breath as a single tear slowly rolled down her cheek.

"Up," Mistress Zelda commanded as she pat Taylor’s burning backside. Taylor slid gracefully off the dominatrix's lap and knelt. "Are you ready for the rest of your punishment?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda." Mistress Zelda gripped Taylor’s hair and led the crawling starlet to where a long chain hung down from the ceiling. At the lower end, the chain split into four shorter chains. Below the chains, waiting on the floor, was something that to Taylor looked like a cross between a bondage harness and a safety harness. When Mistress Zelda picked it up, Taylor could see that a large metal ring was attached to the harness by four leather straps that ran to a wide and thick leather strap roughly at the harness's center.

"Step in," Mistress Zelda said as she held the harness open low to the floor. Taylor stepped her feet in and waited as the dominatrix stood and worked the harness into place. She secured the pop star's ankles into soft leather cuffs and her wrists into similar ones. It was then that Taylor realized that the left wrist cuff was connected to the left ankle cuff by a cord, the same as the right side. She remained quiet as Mistress Zelda adjusted the harness until it fit snugly over her shoulders and around her thighs. She then tightened the thick, wide belt around her toned stomach. "Lay face down."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Taylor said as she licked her lips. When she was as Mistress Zelda desired, she used a small Alen wrench to turn small bolts at the ankle cuffs, causing the cords to tighten, and **** Taylor’s ankles and wrists back, leaving her in a hog tie. Mistress Zelda then used a remote to lower the overhead chain until she could clip the four smaller chains to the large ring.

“Being in suspension will be new for you, Taylor,” Mistress Zelda said in a satisfied purr while she clipped the small chains ring. “But, I find it rather effective,” she added as she stood and then pressed a button on the remote. Taylor heard the slight rattle of the chains, then the gentle jerk as she was slowly lifted off the floor. Inch by inch, she rose into the air until she was eye to eye with Mistress Zelda. Already, she could feel a dull ache in her shoulders and thighs.

“I can see why, Mistress Zelda,” Taylor said, her voice straining slightly as she tried to move in the harness and find a position that eased the growing tension she felt in her shoulders and thighs.

Mistress Zelda looked at her with a slight smile and gently stroked her cheek. She then went to her large storage cabinet and took out a bright red ball gag and a pair of golden nipple clamps. “Open,” she said as she returned to Taylor with the ball gag held out in her hands. When Taylor opened her mouth, the dominatrix quickly, but gently pushed the gag in place, and buckled it tightly in place while making sure not to catch any of Taylor’s long blonde hair in the buckle. “Old friends of yours, I believe,” she said as she playfully worked the clamps a couple of times for show before she placed the clamps onto Taylor’s nipples. Taylor gave a muffled grunt as Mistress Zelda closed the clamps around her nipples, then turned the small dials, causing them to tighten.

“How does she come up with things like this?” Taylor silently asked herself.

“After this, we will finish your session, and you’ll schedule your next.”

“Esh, Ishesh Elra,” Taylor replied as best she could with the gag in her mouth.

“Good girl, I’ll let you down in an hour,” Mistress Zelda said before going to her throne, picking up a plain-looking green folder from the seat, and sitting down. She opened the folder and began to silently read. Curiosity got the better of Taylor, and she tried to see whose name was on the folder, but it was completely blank, so far as she could see.

"Is that mine, or someone else's?" she silently wondered.