Olivia Rodrigo

A long black limo continued to roll along a long winding road. The lone passenger in the back was pop star Olivia Rodrigo. She was dressed simply in a blue tee shirt, dark tight-fitting blue jeans, and pink and white sneakers. Her long dark hair was pulled into a ponytail. She silently wondered how much longer the drive would take. Following a massive breakout in success she had taken the advice of her management and legal teams and met with Mistress Zelda to help keep her ego in check, and hopefully, avoid the pitfalls that so many young women in Hollywood had failed to avoid.

She had heard rumors about the dominatrix she was on her way to meet. She had heard she was young, not much, if any older than Olivia herself. She had heard she was strict and cold, but somehow caring, and most of all, she had heard that her methods were effective.

Olivia looked at the seat next to her for what was easily the twelfth time and eyed the manila envelope lying there with her name scrawled across it in neatly written blue ink. With a shaky breath, she opened the envelope and pulled out a single sheet of paper. Her eyes went wide when she saw what was written there.

THE RULES OF MISTRESS ZELDA'S DUNGEON

By signing a contract with Mistress Zelda, all clients will adhere to an NDA which protects the client and Mistress Zelda. Disclosure of any details of sessions by either party can and will result in legal action. By signing a contract with Mistress Zelda, the client fully admits to needing strict discipline to either correct her behavior or prevent her from going down the wrong path, and thereby agrees to see Mistress Zelda regularly for the discipline she needs. The Rules Mistress Zelda's clients are expected to follow are as follows:

1. Mistress Zelda will be addressed properly at all times.
2. Clients will have their pussies shaved clean before a scheduled session. (with exemption of initial meeting and session)
3. Scheduled sessions may be canceled or postponed by Mistress Zelda, or the client with a minimum of forty-eight hour notice.
4. If summoned for a session by Mistress Zelda, the client will report to Mistress Zelda either within twenty-four hours or by the time designated by Mistress Zelda.
5. Upon entering Mistress Zelda's dungeon, the client will strip naked and place her belongings in the storage bin. They will be returned to her upon completion of the session.
6. Once naked, the client will present herself for punishment by kneeling before Mistress Zelda and saying 'Mistress Zelda, I am here for my punishment.
7. A session will properly begin with the client asking to be put across Mistress Zelda's knee for a warm-up spanking.
8. After her warm-up spanking, the client will be collared by Mistress Zelda. Once she is collared the client must obey all further commands.
9. Any meals consumed during a session will consist of cold plain oatmeal and a glass of milk.
10. If Mistress Zelda deems the client's behavior to be bad enough, she may require the client to stay overnight.
11. In the case of overnight sessions, at 9:00 P.M. the client will be given a bedtime spanking and then be put to bed.
12. The session will end with the client writing a letter of apology to Mistress Zelda for the behavior addressed in the session.
13. If Mistress Zelda believes the apology to be sincere, the client will be dismissed and make another appointment. If not, before being dismissed, the client will be placed on a spanking bench and given fifty swats with a paddle before being dismissed.

Failure to follow the above rules will result in punishment in addition to what Mistress Zelda had planned for the session.

Over and over again Olivia read the dominatrix's rules. Each time she felt an odd mixture of fear and arousal wash over her. She had lost track of time as she continued to read the sheet of paper over and over. So much so that she gasped when the driver opened her door.

"Sorry to frighten you, Miss Rodrigo, but we have arrived," the driver said as he moved aside, allowing Olivia her first glance at Mistress Zelda's beautiful and imposing Gothic mansion.

"That's alright," she said, her voice trembling slightly. Whether it trembled from fear or arousal, or a mixture of the two she wasn't sure. "I was so lost in my thoughts, I didn't even realize we had stopped. Thank you for the ride by the way."

"You are most welcome, Miss Rodrigo. I'll be here when your business is done."

"Thank you, and please, call me Olivia."

"As you wish, Olivia," the driver said with a nod of his head.

"Well, here we go," Olivia thought as she walked along the cobblestone path to the front door. She knocked and a few short seconds later, a petite Asian woman dressed as a French Maid with long black hair with blue highlights that had been pulled back answered the door.

"Hello, you must be Miss Rodrigo," the maid said with a smile.

"Yes, um..."

"Akemi, Miss Rodrigo, please come in," Akemi said as she motioned the pop star into the mansion.

"Thanks, but, please just call me Oliva."

"I'm afraid that I cannot. Mistress Zelda requires her staff to show her clients proper respect."

"Okay, I'd hate to get you into any trouble."

"Please, follow me," Akemi said as she motioned for Oliva to follow her. Oliva followed behind Akemi through the entrance hall, the dining room, and the living room. At the far side of the living room, they came to a closed door. Akemi knocked.

"Come in," a voice called from the other side. Akemi opened the door and led Olivia into Mistress Zelda's office.

"Oliva Rodrigo, Mistress Zelda," Akemi said introducing the two.

"Thank you, Akemi," Mistress Zelda said before Akemi bowed slightly to the dominatrix and left the room without another word.

"Okay, she is not quite what I had expected," Oliva thought as she looked Mistress Zelda over. She was indeed young, Olivia guessed her to be in her early twenties. She had long dark hair pulled into a bun. Her eyes were a lovely shade of blue and had an eerie coolness to them that Oliva couldn't help but be envious of. She was dressed professionally in a dark button-down jacket with a matching skirt and a light blue button-down undershirt. She sat behind a large, beautiful oak desk. Olivia could feel the woman's eyes assessing her.

"Please sit," Mistress Zelda said as she motioned to one of the two leather armchairs in front of her desk.

"Thank you, um... Mistress Zelda," she said as she slowly sat in the chair, barely daring to meet Mistress Zelda's eye.

"Good to see you're off to a good start," Mistress Zelda said as she cracked a smile. "Tell me, Olivia, do you know why your legal and management teams have requested this meeting?"

"So that I won't get a big ego or do other things that I shouldn't," she answered, suddenly very nervous.

"That is correct, Oliva," Mistress Zelda said as she opened the top drawer of her desk. "This is the standard contract for my clients the NDA will automatically go into effect when you sign it. I believe you will recognize your lead lawyer's and your manager's signatures."

Olivia read the simply worded contract and did indeed recognize the two signatures at the bottom of the page, finding it to be an exact copy of the rules she had read several times on the trip from the studio. Without even realizing it, Oliva picked up a pen from the desk, then with a shaky hand, signed her name to the contract.

"Very good, now if you'll follow me please," Mistress Zelda said as she stood. Wordlessly, Olivia stood and followed Mistress Zelda back through the house to a large beautifully decorated room with several chairs and loveseats lining the walls. She then led the singer into her dungeon.

Oliva gasped when she saw it. It was large and dimly but attractively lit win soft yellow light. The hardwood floors were beautiful. The neatly arranged bondage furniture, throne, and walls and ceilings, which were painted black, gave the room an intimidating look. Even without the paddles, straps, whips, and canes that lined the walls. Her eyes settled on a beautiful wooden chest of drawers that oddly reminded the pop star of a large toolbox.

"What do you think of my dungeon, Olivia?"

"It's certainly beautiful, and intimidating, Mistress Zelda," she answered her voice trembling with nervousness. All of a sudden, Oliva realized what she could be in for. The possibilities of what could be coming terrified her, and excited her.

"I never tire of hearing new girls tell me that," Mistress Zelda said looking at Oliva with another appraising look. "Now I am going to go into my changing room and change into something more appropriate. There is a restroom through that door there if you need to use it. When I come back I expect you to be properly presented for your first punishment. The bin for your clothes and other belongings is right by the door where we came in."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Olivia answered before the dominatrix walked off and entered a door at the side of the room. She, went to the restroom. She willed herself to finish quickly, return to the dungeon, and remove all of her clothes. Something about the other woman would have compelled Olivia to obey her, even without a contract.

Not long after removing her clothes, and kneeling on the ground, facing the door that Mistress Zelda had entered, the dominatrix emerged back into the dungeon. Her professional business attire was gone. It had been replaced by a simple black leather bikini with thigh-high wedge-heeled red leather boots. Olivia looked at the dominatrix, her face stern and almost expressionless.

"Mistress Zelda, I am here for my punishment," Olivia said her voice shaking.

"Very good, Olivia," Mistress Zelda said eyeing the pop star's beautiful body. A thin strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair caught her eye. "Can you tell me what you will do before our next session, Oliva?"

Olivia took a shaky breath, following the dominatrix's gaze, knowing that it was focused on her pussy. "I will have my pussy shaved," she answered.

"Yes, you will. Since you got a copy of the rules I expect you to follow during sessions I will of course forgive that your pussy is not bald this time. However, you have broken another rule of my dungeon. Do you know which rule you broke, Olivia?" Olivia's heart raced as she tried to recall everything that had happened thus far. She gasped as she realized what had happened.

"I-I forgot to address you properly, Mistress Zelda." Mistress Zelda's expression remained stern, but a hint of amusement flickered in her eyes.

"That is correct, Olivia. You forgot to address me properly. In my dungeon, respect is paramount. Now, let's begin your punishment."

Without further ado, Mistress Zelda approached Olivia, her boots softly thudding against the hard floor. She reached out and gently took hold of the pop star's chin, tilting her head back. Olivia felt a surge of fear and anticipation as she met Mistress Zelda's stern gaze. Without a word, she left Oliva and went to the large chest of drawers. There she selected a dark blue leather collar before returning to Oliva and putting it around the pop star's neck.

"Until this comes off, you belong to me, Olivia, and you will obey me," she said in a stern tone that sent shivers down Olivia's spine.

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Olivia said her voice barely above a whisper. She watched, as Mistress Zelda again left her and this time returned with a straight-backed chair. She placed the chair a few feet from Oliva, sat down, and fixed her stern gaze on her newest client.

"Before you are punished for failing to show me proper respect in my dungeon, we must formally begin your punishment. Do you remember how a session begins, Oliva?" Mistress Zelda asked, keeping her tone low and authoritative.

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," she replied. For a brief moment, Oliva considered standing and walking to the strict dominatrix but thought better of it. Instead, she crawled the short distance to her, then looked down at her boots not daring to meet the other woman's strict gaze. Her heart pounded so hard in her chest at the thought of what she was about to do, that she could feel it in her ears.

"Yet another that knows she needs my discipline," Mistress Zelda thought as she watched Olivia's body flush with shame. With her head bowed, Oliva did not see the small smile that the dominatrix allowed herself when the pop star let out a long shaky breath.

"Mistress Zelda, may I please be put across your knee for my warm-up spanking?" Oliva asked, her voice wavering slightly.

"Louder, Oliva." Again Oliva was hit with chills at the sound of Mistress Zelda's strict tone.

"Mistress Zelda, may I please be put across your knee for my warm-up spanking? she asked again, this time while her voice still wavered, she said it much more loudly.

"You may," Mistress Zelda said as she used her right hand to lift Olivia's chin. "I want your head over hear," she added as she motioned to her left side with her free hand. Without a word, and only the briefest of hesitation, Oliva crawled to Mistress Zelda's side and lay across her lap.

With little effort, Mistress Olivia moved the pop star so that her hips were directly over her lap, leaving her ass elevated, and properly positioned for what was to come. Mistress Zelda took a firm grip on Oliva's right hip with her left hand, then rested her right hand on the pop star's upturned ass. She smiled again when Olivia flinched at her touch.

"Oh, God, I hope I don't regret this," she thought closing her eyes as Mistress Zelda began to make small circles on her ass with the palm of her hand.

"This is the proper position when you go over my knee, Olivia," Mistress Zelda said keeping her tone low and strict. "We will be practicing adopting this position so you get familiar with assuming it correctly. For a first attempt, it was not bad. However, I do not like to waste time correcting a client's position when it is a position she should know well. Am I Understood?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda."

"Can you guess why I hate taking time to correct a client's poisoning when it is a position she either has been in or will be in often?"

"Because..." Olivia paused her mind running a hundred miles an hour, trying to come up with a satisfactory answer while trying to process the strange mixture of fear, arousal, and humiliation washing over her body every second she remained across the strict dominatrix's lap. "Your time is valuable, and your clients should know how to place themselves over your knee."

"Very good, Olivia," Mistress Zelda said as her hand stopped gliding over Olivia's ass. "Are you ready to be spanked?" she asked giving the pop star's ass a couple of extremely light pats that made her tense and flinch.

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Olivia replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt a mix of anticipation and fear as she awaited the first swat of the spanking. Her heart raced, and her breathing quickened as she braced herself for the sensation she had both feared and desired.

Mistress Zelda raised her hand high, the anticipation of the impending spanking causing Olivia's breath to hitch. She felt a surge of arousal as she realized she was about to be punished by this strict, dominant woman. The sound of Mistress Zelda's hand slapping Olivia's ass echoed in the dungeon, as Oliva gasped in surprise and her body jolted from just the first swat.

Mistress Zelda's hand connected with Olivia's ass again and again, each swat causing a sharp sting that radiated through her body. Olivia's breathing grew more ragged as she tried to keep still, her a burning from the spanking. She could feel tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She was here to submit, to be punished, and she would not show weakness. It was useless, however. Oliver began to cry and writhe on Mistress Zelda's lap. As if expecting this, Mistress Zelda spread her legs and looped her own right leg over both of Oliva's and locked her right ankle behind her left knee.

"It is very important that you learn to hold position during your punishments, Olivia," she said sternly as she resumed the spanking.

"Yes, Mistress Zelda! Yes, Mistress Zelda!" Olivia sobbed. After another twelve swats, Mistress Zelda stopped the spanking.

"Okay, Olivia," Mistress Zelda began as she gently ran her hand over Olivia's red swollen cheeks. "Your warm-up spanking is done, you may get up," she continued as she unlocked her legs. Slowly, Oliva rose from Mistress Zelda's lap. As she stood her hands moved to her ass. "No," Mistress Zelda said sternly, "Your ass is sore for a reason, keep your hands away from it."

"I'm sorry, Mistress Zelda," Olivia said as she stood next to the dominatrix wondering what would come next.

"We will now be dealing with you not addressing me properly. I want you down on all fours."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Olivia replied as she lowered herself to her hands and knees. Olivia's heart again began to pound loudly in her chest as the strict dominatrix walked away, the soft thudding of her boots in perfect rhythmic time with the pounding in her chest. She resisted the urge to look when she heard Mistress Zelda's footsteps stop, then start again after a few seconds. In her peripheral vision, she could see Mistress Zelda's boots. There was a loud sound and an instant later, pain erupted across her upper back. "Ow! Fuck!" she screamed as several lines of fire merged across the impacted area.

"What's the matter, Olivia?" she asked as she pulled the tendrils of the flogger she held taught. "Don't you like my flogger?"

"Not especially, Mistress Zelda," Olivia replied, her mistress' name coming out as a scream as the flogger struck her upper back again.

"Well, that's good because naughty girls aren't supposed to enjoy their mistress' floggers," Mistress Zelda said pulling the tendrils taught for the next lash. "This is what is going to happen, Olivia. I am going to whip you with my flogger, every time I do I want you to say 'I will address Mistress Zelda properly.' Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Olivia replied her voice cracking into a whine.

"Good, Oliva. This punishment will continue until I think you have learned to always address me properly."

"Yes, Mistress." Without warning, and a sharp flick of the wrist Mistress Zelda delivered the next lash of the flogger, causing Olive to let out a pained yell once again. "I will address Mistress Zelda properly!" Another lash, "I Will address, Mistress Zelda properly!" Mistress Zelda delivered a total of eighteen lashes to Oliva, before sensing the pop star was near a breaking point she would not cross, she was a disciplinarian, not a sadist looking to truly enslave her clients.

After taking a moment to admire the redness of Oliva's upper back, Mistress Zelda went to her tool chest and retrieved a pair of leather handcuffs, a black silk blindfold, and a simple red ball gag. "Up on your knees, hands behind your back."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Olivia said tearfully as she assumed the ordered position. Mistress Zelda approached her and placed the cuffs on her hands, then the gag in her mouth.

"After I blindfold you, I will guide you where I want you. You will stay there until lunch. Do you need to use the restroom?" Oliva slowly shook her head. "Okay then," Mistress Zelda said as she tied the blindfold around Oliva's head. She then helped the pop star stand and from behind guided her to an otherwise empty corner of the dungeon. "Kneel," she commanded, "Now lean forward until you feel your nose in the corner of the room."

"Oh, my God! She's putting me in timeout like I'm a kid," Olivia thought as she felt her body flush again from this new source of humiliation.

"Stay just like that until I come back to get you," she heard Mistress Zelda order before she heard the strict dominatrix walk away and leave her in the dungeon.

As she knelt there in the corner of the dungeon her thoughts turned to what had led her hear, and what had happened since. Deep down Oliva feared what the price of her success might be, especially the loss of a private life and what the stress that such a loss would bring on. What she feared more, was the things she might do when she needed a break from all that. ****, ****, and any number of other vices have long plagued Hollywood. As she knelt, lost in her thoughts she became grateful that her team had suggested meeting the dominatrix, and even more so that she had signed the contract.

She had no idea how long she had been left there, but after what she was sure was a decent amount of time due to the soreness in her knees she heard the soft thudding of Mistress Zelda's boots against the floor. "Are you hungry Oliva?" she heard the dominatrix ask. Oliva nodded her head. The blindfold came off and Oliva's eyes quickly adjusted to the light in the dungeon. Mistress Zelda then removed her gag and cuffs.

"Mistress Zelda, may I please use the restroom?" she asked keeping herself facing the corner she had been placed in.

"You may, the door is over on the wall behind my throne," Mistress Zelda answered.

"Thank you, Mistress Zelda," Oliva said as she slowly stood and walked to the restroom. When she emerged back into the dungeon she saw Mistress Zelda standing not far from the bathroom door with a leash in her hand.

"We are going to go eat in the dining room. Whenever we leave the dungeon during a session you will be put on a leash. When you are on a leash, you are to crawl behind me," she said as she clipped the leash to Olivia's collar.

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," she said as she lowered herself to her hands and knees once more. She crawled obediently behind the strict dominatrix until they reached the dining room. There she saw Akemi putting their food on the table. For Mistress Zelda a plate of lasagne, a spinach salad with Greek Dressing, and a glass of wine. Oliva sat at the place made for her with the cold oatmeal and milk that had been promised by her rules. Oliva looked tentatively at the strict dominatrix. "Mistress Zelda, may I please eat?"

Mistress Zelda looked at Oliva with an appreciative look. Most of her clients either ate in begrudging silence or complained about their meal. This was the first time she had ever been asked for permission to eat. "You may."

"Thank you, Mistress Zelda," Olivia said before digging into her meal.

After eating Mistress Zelda led Olivia back to the dungeon. Once there she sat on her throne with the pop star kneeling obediently in front of her. "I want to tell you, that you have impressed me today Olivia."

"Thank you, Mistress Zelda."

"You should also know that I am a fan of your music but, I have to know, bad idea, right? Was inspired by a real-life occurrence?" Olivia said nothing. But she didn't need to. The way her gaze fell straight to the floor and the way her shoulders slumped let Mistress Zelda know what she had already suspected. She stood, walked to Oliva, and placed her hand under her chin. "Look at me," she said in her stern tone that sent shivers down Olivia's spine. Oliva met Mistress Zelda's cold eyes, and tears instantly threatened to stream down her face. "I want an answer, Oliva."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda, it was."

"I thought as much. You already know I don't like being disrespected, you've learned that today haven't you?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," she replied nervously.

"Well, do know what I dislike even more than being disrespected?"

"No, Mistress Zelda."

"When beautiful, intelligent, talented girls, disrespect themselves. By sleeping with an ex when you knew, and you even admit that you knew, was a bad idea, that is exactly what you have done isn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Olivia said her tears began to leak from her eyes.

Mistress Zelda took Oliva to a wooden frame with a leather cuff at each corner and locked her spread-eagled in the cuffs. She then went to her tool chest and found a powerful vibrator. When she returned to Oliva, she knelt, placed the vibrator against Olivia's neatly trimmed pussy, and turned it on. She held the vibrator against Olivia's clit as she used the index and middle fingers of her free hand to explore the pop star's pussy.

"Does this feel good, Oliva?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," she moaned.

"Fucking your ex felt good too didn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," she replied. Wordlessly Mistress Zelda continued to manipulate Oliva's pussy until she was moaning loudly and writhing in pleasure.

"It felt good until it didn't," she said as she suddenly stopped her manipulations just before Oliva could cum. "Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Oliva said with a whine. Mistress Zelda kept her stern gaze fixed on Oliva as she waited for the pop star to come down from her near-orgasmic high. When she did, Mistress Zelda went right back to using the vibrator and her fingers to tease Oliva.

"What are you not going to do, Oliva?"

"Disrespect myself, Mistress Zelda."

"And how are you not going to disrespect yourself?"

"By not sleeping with my ex."

"There's something you should be saying right now. Can you guess what it is?"

"I will not sleep with my ex. I will not sleep with my ex," Oliva said repeating the phrase over and over again as Mistress Zelda continued to toy with her. By the time Mistress Zelda stopped, Oliva had lost count of the number of orgasms she had been denied.

After releasing Olivia from her bondage, Mistress Zelda again put Oliva on a leash and led her out of the dungeon, across the large waiting room, and into a small room with little more than a beautiful antique writing desk in it. "It is time for you to write your letter of apology addressing your bad behavior. You have one hour if you finish early I want you to go into that corner, kneel, and wait for me to get you. If you need to you may use the restroom through that door there."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Oliva said as she sat at the desk. She took a moment to marvel at the thick sheet of paper she had been provided, as well as the quill pen and small bottle of ink. She picked up the quill, carefully dipped it into the ink bottle, and began to write.

An hour later, Mistress Zelda walked back into the room, finding Olivia kneeling obediently in the corner waiting for her. "Grab your letter, it's time we went back to the dungeon so you can read it."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," she replied as she stood and went to the desk grabbing her letter. When Mistress Zelda again clipped a leash to her collar she lowered herself to her hands and knees, being careful not to damage her letter. The two made their way back to the dungeon and Mistress Zelda sat on her throne.

"Read," she commanded.

Oliva took a shakey breath and began to read her letter. Mistress Zelda, I would like to apologize for my bad behavior both before and after coming here today. When you brought me into your dungeon, which I now know is your most sacred realm, I disrespected you by not addressing you properly. For that, I am truly sorry. I promise that I will never disrespect you, or your authority like that again. I would also like to apologise for disrespecting myself by sleeping with my ex. You of course were right, Mistress Zelda in pointing out how unfulfilling it was in the long run. I now fully understand that you have my best interests at heart and look optimistically forward to coming to you for all my disciplinary needs as I do not doubt that you will keep me on my best behavior. Thank you for your efforts to do so, and again I am profoundly sorry for being so bad. Oliva," she said before looking nervously at the strict dominatrix. Her heart skipped a beat when Mistress Zelda rose from her throne.

"Very good, Olivia. You may get dressed. Please hand me your letter."

"Thank you, Mistress Zelda," Oliva said as she handed Mistress Zelda her letter.

After getting dressed Oliva walked with Mistress Zelda to her office. There they looked ahead at Olivea's schedule and made another appointment in two months. With their next meeting booked, Mistress Zelda walked Oliva back to the limo that waited to take her back to the recording studio so she could get her car.

"Thank you again, Mistress Zelda," Oliva said as the driver opened the rear door for her.

"You're most welcome, Oliva. Be on your best behavior," Mistress Zelda said before giving the pop star a light kiss on the cheek. "Now be on your best behavior."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Oliva said before sliding into the rear bench seat of the limo. The driver closed the door and momentarily, the driver skillfully turned the long car around in the driveway and began the drive back to Los Angeles. In the back of the long limo, Oliva rode in silence, thinking of what she had experienced that day. She winced as the car went over a small bump in the road. Normally it would not have bothered her, but her ass was still a bit sore from the spanking that had started her session with the disciplinarian she now had nothing but respect for.

As the car continued on its journey, Oliva couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. The spanking had been painful, but also oddly exhilarating and arousing. She had always been a strong-willed person, but there was something about submitting to Mistress Zelda's control that felt strangely liberating.