Olivia returns to Mistress Zelda's

It had been a few weeks since Olivia had visited the strict dominatrix, Mistress Zelda, and ever since that day, she had a strange longing to return. The day had finally come—the day of her next appointment.

Olivia drove along the winding road to take her to the imposing Gothic mansion where Mistress Zelda lived. It took her self-control not to press the pedal to the floor. A crash on the winding roads of The Hollywood Hills, or a ticket for speeding and/or reckless driving would do her a world of harm, as far as her public image went. Then, of course, there was Mistress Zelda to consider. Something in her gut told her that she would pay a hefty price if any of those things happened.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, Olivia drove through the gate and up the long winding cobblestone drive and parked not far from Mistress Zelda’s garage. Before shutting off her BMW she spared a second for a glance at the clock.

"11:45," she thought with a smile. "Plenty of time to spare." She pressed the ignition, shutting the car off walked to the front door, and knocked.

Seconds later, the door swung open, revealing a tall slender blonde woman dressed as a French Maid. "Welcome, Miss Rodrigo. Follow me please." Without another word, the blonde turned and began to lead Olivia through the Gothic mansion, to the waiting room. "Have a seat," she said before going to the intercom next to the door to Mistress Zelda's dungeon. "Mistress Zelda, Olivia Rodrigo to see you."

"Thank you, Nicole, you may return to your duties," the dominatrix replied, her voice sounding slightly tinny over the speaker.

"You are most welcome, Mistress," the blonde said before leaving the room.

Olivia’s eyes settled on the red and green lights above the door. Her heart began to race partly with fear, and partly with the anticipation of what the strict dominatrix would do to her. She felt her face get warm and she began doing breathing exercises to try and calm herself.

Finally, the red light went out, and immediately the green light lit. Olivia stood without a moment’s hesitation went to the dungeon door and knocked.

The intercom crackled, "Enter," Mistress Zelda commanded. Olivia opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit dungeon. The heavy scent of leather hung thick in the air making the singer believe that every stitch of leather in the room had been freshly oiled. She glanced at Mistress Zelda as she sat on her throne. Her long dark brown hair was back in a tight bun that looked picture-perfect and drew attention to the dominatrix's high cheekbones. Her makeup, though minimal with dark eyeshadow and dark red lipstick was equally flawless and intimidating. She wore a tight-fitting black latex corset that supported her breasts and framed the red lace panties she wore. Her legs were covered by red leather, thigh-high boots that perfectly matched her lipstick.

Olivia quickly snapped out of her momentary trance and began to strip naked, leaving her clothes and other belongings in the large bin next to her. Once she was naked, she walked over to Mistress Zelda keeping her gaze downward. She went to her knees and took a deep breath through her nose, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of the leather.

"Mistress Zelda, I am here for my punishment," she said with a hint of excitement in her voice.

"Have you been a good girl since our last session, Olivia?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda."

"No going back to an ex for a night of meaningless sex?"

"No, Mistress Zelda. You showed me what I always knew but didn't want to admit. How ultimately unfulfilling that is or was."

"Good girl," Mistress Zelda said as she stood from her throne. Olivia didn't have to watch, she knew the dominatrix was going to bring over a straight-backed chair, place it in front of her, and take a seat. When she did, Olivia obediently crawled to her right side.

"Mistress Zelda, may I please be placed across your lap for my warm-up spanking?" She almost flinched when she felt the dominatrix softly stroke her long dark hair.

"You learn very quickly Olivia. I'm impressed."

"Thank you, Mistress Zelda."

"Across my lap," she ordered, her tone becoming slightly harsher. Olivia’s only reply was to climb up over Mistress Zelda's lap and make sure her ass was properly positioned.

The stinging swats began immediately. The strict dominatrix alternated cheeks with each swat, and the sounds of her hand meeting Olivia’s ass and Olivia’s slight whimpers and whines filled the dungeon.

Slowly, over the next few minutes, the swats became harder until Olivia was struggling to remain still. Then, just as quickly as she had begun, Mistress Zelda stopped. "Have you eaten yet, Olivia?" she asked as she soothingly rubbed the singer's glowing ass.

"Yes, Mistress Zelda. I had brunch with some friends before coming here," Olivia answered with a slightly shaky breath.

"Alright then, before I eat, we will begin the next phase. On your knees," the dominatrix said as she gave Olivia’s ass a gentle pat.

When Olivia slid off of her lap, Mistress Zelda went to a cabinet and selected a short length of thin stainless steel chain and a small padlock. She returned to Olivia and placed the chain around her neck so that it had a little slack and secured it in place with the padlock. Next, she clipped a leash to the chain and began to lead Olivia through her dungeon as the singer obediently crawled behind her.

When they stopped Olivia crinkled her brow with curiosity. She had no clue what they had stopped in front of, or whether or not she should be afraid. It looked like a clear tank about five feet tall with no top. In the center of it, running lengthwise was a narrow rubber bench with a rubber cuff on either side at about the bench's halfway point. At one end there was a small metal cube with a metal rod under it, and running from the cube to the bottom of the tank was a clear hose.

Mistress Zelda opened the side of the tank and led Olivia in. "On your back, feet down here," she ordered indicating to the end of the bench nearest the cube. Just outside of the tank, was a small control panel.

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Olivia said before lying on the bench as instructed. Mistress Zelda secured Oliva’s wrists in the cuffs and her angles into the leather cuffs hanging down from above before stepping out of the tank and closing it. As the door closed, the slight hiss of a seal closing could be heard, causing a shiver to run down Olivia’s spine, and goosebumps to break out on her skin.

“Enjoy yourself while I have lunch,” the dominatrix said as she pressed a few buttons on the control panel. Olivia said nothing as she tried to figure out what Mistress Zelda had said. Her eyes went wide as she watched her disciplinarian place a blue dildo onto the small rod beneath the cube before leaving the dungeon.

Olivia lay on her back looking at the dildo for a few seconds before she heard a slight whirring sound, then suddenly realized the bench she was laying on was slowly rising and continued to rise until the dildo was level with her pussy. The rod slowly extended until the tip of the dildo pressed against her folds. She waited for the dildo to start working, and then, suddenly she heard a rush of water. She glanced over her shoulder and saw water rising from the bottom of the tank, seemingly from the floor. It stopped when the water was just below where her hair hung down. Just as her mind began to flood with possibilities of what could come next, she gasped as a stream of warm water erupted from the cube and struck her clit. She bit her lip to stifle her moan as she felt her arousal begin to build. She could do nothing to stop a moan escape from her mouth as the dildo began to slowly pump in and out of her.

The warmth within and without her core built a slow burning fire inside of her. As the water continued to cascade down upon her engorged nub, the dildo continued to thrust into her. Her moans grew louder along with her arousal, she began to pull at the cuffs with her wrists and her legs began to tremble. She felt her core tighten, her toes curl, and her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Oh, God, uhhh!” Olivia cried out with a throaty growl of pleasure as an orgasm ripped through her body. As if sensing the singer’s pleasure, the water pressure increased slightly and the dildo began to move faster. “Fffuuuck,” Olivia moaned, feeling a second orgasm already building. She closed her eyes tightly and clenched her jaw as she tried to will herself not to feel pleasure, not to allow herself to go over the edge, or even approach it again. She began to breathe deeply in through her nose and slowly released her breath through her mouth. With each repetition, her breathing became steadily more and more ragged. Despite her efforts, eventually, her body won the war with her mind and her second orgasm broke free, then a third, a fourth, and a fifth. Pleasure turned to pain as orgasm after orgasm tore through her body. Her vision blurred and the only sound she could hear was her cries of mixed pleasure and pain before she heard what sounded like faint chanting in some fantasy language, nearly drowning out like she was hearing it while underwater, it took several minutes before she realized the sound she heard, was her voice.

The next thing Olivia remembered was Mistress Zelda kneeling over her, the bench now back at the bottom of the tank. The dominatrix softly stroked her cheek and Olivia couldn’t help but tilt her head into the brunette dominatrix’s soft touch. “What do you think of my water tank?” she asked in a soft warm tone.

“Mi-Mistress?” Oliva asked as she slowly came out of her pleasure-induced fog.

“Shhh,” the dominatrix said as she continued to softly stroke Oliva’s cheek. “When I came back in you had one last orgasm and your body just couldn’t take anymore. Now I’ll ask again, what did you think of my tank?”

“I- it was- intense, Mistress Zelda,” she replied after gulping loudly. Mistress Zelda smiled as she lifted a glass of orange juice from the bottom of the tank and held it to Olivia’s lips.

“Slowly.” Olivia lifted her head and parted her lips allowing Mistress Zelda to pour the juice into her mouth. She pulled it back, waiting for Olivia to swallow, then allowed her to drink more. “Last time you experienced orgasm denial, this time it was **** orgasms. Both methods turn pleasure to pain but in different ways.”

“I- I’m not sure which is worse, Mistress Zelda.”

“I trust you will remember both when you feel the urge to go to an ex or sex?”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda.”

“Good, now we have about three hours left in our session, so let’s continue,” Mistress Zelda said as she unfastened the cuffs.

Once freed, Olivia was led to the center of the dungeon. Mistress Zelda retrieved a long red silk rope. She used it to quickly tie Olivia’s wrists together behind her back, then looped the ends around her shoulders then moved them in a chris-cross pattern over her body making a makeshift harness around her breasts. She then looped the working end into a not between her breasts before pulling the working ends between Olivia’s legs forming a crotch rope before finally tying the working ends back to her wrists.

“Now, we’ll try some sensory deprivation and isolation, along with flogging,” Mistress Zelda said as she approached Olivia with a wooden box with a latch at the side and a small hole cut in the bottom.

“What?” Olivia asked her voice cracking slightly with nervousness.

“I trust you will find it, enlightening, Olivia,” she said with a smile as she undid the latch and opened the box revealing to Olivia that it was hinged at the top. She placed the box over Olivia’s head. “Try to remain still,” she said before she slowly closed the box and latched it. Shut.

As her world went dark, it amazed her that not only could she see nothing but darkness, but she could hear nothing, except for her breathing. She was sure that she didn’t even hear the lock to the box click into place. With each passing moment, Olivia became more and more aware of the feeling of the air in the dungeon on her skin. It somehow felt cool, warm, heavy, and light all at once. She gasped as she suddenly felt the supple leather tendrils of a flogger teasingly bite into her ass. Then again and again the leather met her ass, her thighs, her stomach, her breasts. Each lash was among the most gentle that Mistress Zelda could deliver. Each made Olivia’s skin tingle, almost as if she were numb.

“Remain still, remain still,” Olivia quietly told herself. She curled her toes, to anchor herself in place as she let herself almost enjoy the gentle kiss of the skilled dominatrix’s flogger and all meaning of time melted away.

Finally, after what seemed like only moments, Mistress Zelda removed the box and Olivia blinked several times as her eyes readjusted to the dim light of the dungeon. She then undid the rope and clipped a leash to her collar. “Time to finish up,” she said as she began to walk away from Olivia. Before the leash went taught Olivia dropped to her hands and knees and began to crawl behind the dominatrix. She led Olivia across the dungeon, out into the waiting room, and to the room with the writing desk and undid the leash. Without a word, Oliva sat at the beautiful antique desk, dipped the quill into the small bottle of ink, and began to write as neatly as possible.

Exactly one hour later, Mistress Zelda returned to the room to find Olivia, kneeling in the corner. “Grab your letter,” Mistress Zelda ordered. Olivia rose, grabbed her letter, and sank back to her knees, waiting for Mistress Zelda to attach the leash to her collar once more. She followed behind the dominatrix, being extremely careful not to wrinkle the paper as they made their way back to the dungeon. Once there, Mistress Zelda removed the leash and sat on her throne with her right leg crossed over her left.

“Mistress Zelda,

As I have not gone back to an ex for a night of empty sex, I do not truly know what to apologize for. So, I will once again apologize for allowing myself to be used like that. I also promise to remember the discipline you have given me in both of my sessions, especially when I feel the need for sex again. Writing this, I now feel the need to apologize once more. You have graciously given me an hour to write this, and I cannot think of anything more to write.

Sincerely,

Olivia Rodrigo.”

“Sometimes, Oliva,” Mistress Zelda said as she stood from her throne and took the paper from the singer. “Less truly is more. You are dismissed stop by my office on your way out and make another appointment.”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda. Thank you, Mistress Zelda.”