Taylor returns to Mistress Zelda's dungeon

Taylor eased her Mercedes to a stop in Mistress Zelda's driveway, angled off from the garage door so another vehicle could easily pass. She stepped out of her car and took a moment to straighten out her clothes. She had dressed herself in a simple black, thin-strapped tank top with a short, tight-fitting red skirt that came down to her mid-thigh, and black knee-high boots with stiletto heels that would have been dangerously thin for someone less poised and graceful. She had styled her long blonde hair into a ponytail with a black hair tie and a black hairband.

She began to walk with well-practiced ease and grace toward the gothic mansion, despite the cobblestone driveway. Her heels clicked rhymically as she wondered what this session would bring. She held out the hope that she would be kept overnight, as it was already later in the day, and the warm Southern California sun had begun its slow descent over the Pacific Ocean, and the shadows it created had begun to grow slightly longer. She reached the top of the stairs and knocked firmly on the door.

Seconds later, the door opened, revealing a busty, petite redhead with blue eyes and a warm smile dressed as a French Maid with an extremely short skirt. "Good afternoon, Miss Swift," she said in a melodic, sweet-sounding tone that made Taylor silently wonder if the redhead had a good singing voice. "Come with me, please. Mistress Zelda has been looking forward to your session."

"So have I," Taylor said as she stepped into the mansion's foyer. Even though she knew the way, she respectfully followed the maid through the foyer and down the long hall to the waiting room. With each step she took, Taylor's heart began to race with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Please, have a seat," the maid said as she motioned ot the many leather chairs and loveseats that were neatly placed around the room. The maid watched as Taylor sat on the chair nearest the door to Mistress Zelda's dungeon before she walked over to the intercom and pressed a button.

"Yes?" Mistress Zelda's voice came over the intercom.

"Miss Swift has arrived, Mistress,"

"Thank you, Jessica. Please see that everything is properly prepared."

"Yes, Mistress," Jessica said before turning and leaving the waiting room through the same way they had come in, without saying a word to Taylor.

Taylor turned her attention to the pair of lights above the door. "I wonder how long she'll make me wait?" Taylor silently wondered as she watched the red light, patiently waiting for it to go out, and the green light next to it to light up.

For several minutes, Taylor was made to wait. She had been seeing the strict dominatrix long enough to recognize what this was. She was letting Taylor’s anticipation grow. Making a client patiently wait to be punished, at least in Mistress Zelda's mind, made the punishment far more effective. Finally, the green light lit up. Taylor quickly stood, went to the door, and softly knocked.

"Enter," Mistress Zelda said over the intercom. Taylor did not hesitate. She opened the door and stepped into the dimly, but warmly lit dungeon. As always, the soft lighting seemed to make the darkly colored wooden floor and bondage furniture glow, while the soft, supple, and freshly oiled leather seemed to swallow the light.

Taylor glanced at Mistress Zelda, who sat on her throne as she began to strip. The dominatrix had dressed for this session in a white and black leather corset, black leather pants, and black knee-high leather boots with a square heel. Once Taylor had stripped naked and placed her clothing and other belongings in the bin, she made her way to the dominatrix.

"Mistress Zelda, I am here for my punishment," Taylor said as she sank to her knees.

Mistress Zelda stood from her throne and began to circle Taylor. Her eyes moved over the singer/songwriter's naked body. "I see you're properly shaved this time. I take it you've learned your lesson?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda."

"Good," Mistress Zelda said before she went to one of the cabinets and returned with a red leather collar. She placed it around Taylor’s neck, then fixed her stern gaze on the kneeling starlet. A smirk slowly pulled at the corners of her mouth. She had decided to do something slightly different with Taylor’s punishment than usual. "Taylor, go fetch the straight-backed chair."

"Y-yes, Mistress Zelda," Taylor said after only a moment of hesitation. She rose to her feet and made her way to the chair. The padding of her bare feet against the hardwood flooring sounded almost like gunshots to her as her heart raced with nervousness and anticipation. "The chair, Mistress Zelda," she said as she placed the chair in front of her disciplinarian and gracefully sank to her knees.

"Very good, Taylor," Mistress Zelda said before giving the pop star an expectant look.

"Mistress Zelda, may I please be placed across your lap for my warm-up spanking?"

Mistress Zelda smiled and pat her lap. Taylor crawled to the dominatrix's side and placed herself over her disciplinarian's lap. "As you may have guessed, Taylor," Mistress Zelda began as she began to rub Taylor’s ass, "I have decided to grant your request and make this an overnight session."

"Thank you, Mistress Zelda," Taylor replied just before the strict dominatrix began her warm-up spanking. The first swat landed hard on Taylor’s right ass cheek, making her legs stiffen, and causing her to hiss through her teeth. Each smack of the dominatrix’s hand brought a fresh wave of pain for the pop star. In each wave of pain, she felt stress and pressure melt away. As always, in Mistress Zelda’s dungeon, Taylor Swift ceased to be the most famous woman in the world. Instead, she was just another woman who needed and craved a reality check.

“Alright, young lady, we’re ready to begin,” Mistress Zelda said when she finally stopped the spanking and began to rub Taylor’s reddened ass cheeks. Taylor, meanwhile, lay still over the strict Disciplinarian’s lap, enjoying the burning sting of her ass. "Come, I have one thing to punish you with before dinner, and at least one after dinner and before I take you to your bedroom." Before doing anything else, Mistress Zelda grabbed a leash that was coiled up on the armrest of her throne.

"I didn't even see that there," Taylor thought as her strict disciplinarian clipped the leash to her collar. Once Mistress Zelda gave a gentle tug on the leash, Taylor began to crawl and follow her.

Mistress Zelda led her over to a wooden frame that was placed up on a platform, reminding Taylor of a small stage. "Up, and stand in the center of the frame. "

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Taylor said as she took her ordered place. Mistress Zelda then placed the pop star's wrists and ankles in the leather cuffs attached to the frame, leaving her spread-eagled.

"This will be something for you, Taylor," the dominatrix said as she stroked Taylor’s cheek, "You're about to experience getting punished with pleasure." Mistress Zelda stepped off the platform and flipped a switch on the wall. When she did, Taylor heard a slight whirling sound beneath her. She looked down and saw a pole rising from under the platform, directly under her exposed pussy. At the tip of the pole was the head of a hitatchi wand. Taylor watched, her heart racing as the wand slowly closed in, like a predator stalking its helpless prey. As soon as the head of the wand touched her, it stopped.

“Oh, God!” Taylor called out as Mistress Zelda wordlessly turned a dial next to the switch that had caused the pole to rise from under the platform, bringing the powerful vibrator to life. Taylor involuntarily jolted and moaned as she tilted her head back as Mistress Zelda increased the power of the vibrator to its maximum.

“It’s been a while since I’ve punished a naughty girl with her orgasms,” Mistress Zelda said before returning to her throne and taking a seat to watch the start of Taylor’s punishment session like it was a private concert. Taylor moaned as if in response to what Mistress Zelda had said. Her hips began to move like they had a mind of their own, grinding her clean-shaven pussy over the head of the vibrator. She felt her hands ball into fists, the impossible tightening of her core, the heat that radiated through her entire body,

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Taylor cried out, the last coming out as a shrill scream as her first orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave.

“Such language,” Mistress Zelda said in mock offense. “Normally, I’d have to wash your mouth out for that,” she added with a slight laugh. Taylor had barely heard the dominatrix speak. Her world had quickly reduced to the high-pitched, whining buzz of the vibrator and the sensations it sent through her body. Pleasure flooded her every nerve ending, plucking them like a thousand guitar strings all at once.

A second orgasm was soon torn from her, then a third, a fourth, and a fifth. Taylor was unable to keep count after the sixth. What were once cries, moans, mewls, and screams of pleasure had slowly turned into gutteral grunts and intangible words spoken in wild tongues. Her body stopped moving; she no longer had the energy, and she hung as limply as the frame allowed. Even her orgasms had changed. They had gone from intense but blissful releases of pent-up pleasure and stress, and now felt like a sledgehammer was striking her entire body. Her only reprieve was the few small sips of orange juice Mistress Zelda allowed her every few minutes.

Finally, Mistress Zelda shut the vibrator off and made her way to Taylor. She placed her hand under the pop star’s chin and, with almost surprising gentleness, lifted Taylor’s head to meet her gaze. “Impressive, Taylor. You handled that rather well.”

Mistress Zelda lowered the pole back into its hiding place, then she began to free Taylor from the frame. As she did, she let the pop star lean on her for support. When the last of the cuffs was undone, Mistress Zelda slowly and carefully helped Taylor lie on the platform.

"Thank you, Mistress Zelda," Taylor said weakly. The cool, smooth, and polished wood felt wonderful against her overly warm skin. She softly moaned, sounding more like a purr from one of her beloved cats. Her body moved on instinct to stretch out her aching muscles. “This feels heavenly,” she thought as she nestled herself against the wooden platform.

After a few minutes, Taylor began to regain her strength. “Come on, time to eat,” Mistress Zelda said as she clipped the leash to Taylor’s collar once again.

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Taylor said as her stomach rumbled. The mention of food made her realize how hungry she had become. As they neared the dining room, a wonderful aroma hit Taylor’s nose like a tidal wave. She could smell garlic butter, lemon, pepper, and chicken. As they entered the lavish dining room, she saw that she was right. Two meals had been set up on opposite sides of the long dining table. One was a plate filled with lemon pepper chicken, brocoli and asparagus that had been sauteed in garlic butter, and a glass of red wine. Directly across from it was the meal Taylor had expected. A single bowl of cold plain oatmeal and a glass of milk.

When Mistress Zelda stopped and undid her leash, Taylor worldessly took her seat and waited for the skilled dominatrix to take her place. “Eat,” Mistress Zelda ordered after she sat, took her knife and fork, and cut into the plump, perfectly cooked chicken breast.

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Taylor said as she picked up the spoon and dug into her oatmeal.

After eating, they returned to the dungeon. This time, Taylor was led over to a small metal bedframe she had neverseen before. It was a long twin-sized frame with no mattress. Several chains ran in a criss-cross pattern, pulled tight between the sides of the frame. At the corners of the head and foot of the bed were sets of leather cuffs.

After quickly securing the pop star to the frame, Mistress Zelda pressed a button on the wall near the bedframe that caused a low current of electricity to pass through the frame and Taylor continually. It was nowhere near powerful enough to cause harm. Instead, it was just powerful enough to stimulate Taylor’s muscles and make her entire body ache dully. As Taylor lay on the frame, constantly shifting her body and trying to escape the constant stimulation, Mistress Zelda retrieved a short light fogger. The extremely thin and short supple leather tendrils of the multi-tailed whip she had chosen were not designed to inflict pain, but to tease.

“You know you need this, don’t you, Taylor?” Mistress Zelda asked in a tone that was somewhere between her typical stern tone and one of softness and warmth.

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Taylor replied, barely above a whisper. The mixed sensations of the electricity coursing through her every fiber, and the soothing, almost massage-like feeling of the light flooger slapping against her breasts, stomach, and the fronts of her thighs, somehow made Taylor feel as if she were floating in the air.

“She’s responding to this even better than I’d hoped,” Mistress Zelda thought as she made the small flogger dance across Taylor’s exposed breast, drawing a moan that almost sounded musical from the statuesque blonde. “I’ll have to remember this, and up the voltage and use a heavier flogger, the next time she needs true punishment.”

After several minutes, Mistress Zelda finally pressed the button again, this time shutting off the electrical current. Taylor let out a long breath she barely realized she had been holding. She could feel the slight dampness of her own body, smell the subtle tang of her sweat, and feel the way the air in Mistress Zelda’s dungeon seemed to wrap around her like a warm blanket as her body slowly came down from the near-overstimulated high that she had been pushed to.

“That was…. incredible, Mistress Zelda, thank you,” Taylor said as the dominatrix undid the cuffs, freeing her from the bed.

“You’re welcome, Taylor,” the dominatrix replied with a smile that was somewhere between genuine pride and predatory. As soon as Taylor was freed from the bedframe, Mistress Zelda once again placed her on the leash, this time leading her to one of her mansion’s many guest rooms. On the king-sized bed sat a pink tank top, and short grey shorts with a single wide pink stripe running down each side. “Take a shower and get ready for bed. I’ll be back at 9:00 to give you another spanking and tuck you in.”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda, thank you,” Taylor said as she allowed the scilled dominatrix to remove her collar. Once she had been left in the room, Taylor turned to the attached bathroom, went in, and started the shower. Once steam began to fill the room, Taylor pulled the glass door to the shower open and stepped in. “I needed this so bad,” Taylor said to herself as she turned her back to the showerhead and placed her palms against the side of the shower, letting the hot beads of water spray her back, sending a wave of relaxation through her entire body.

After taking a long, hot, and deeply relaxing shower, Taylor stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a warm, fluffy black towel to dry off before putting on the clothes she had been given to sleep in. She then lay on the bed and waited. As she did, she turned on the TV and found something to watch with mild interest as she fought the urge to get under the covers and sleep.

At exactly 9:00, Mistress Zelda returned to the room, now dressed in a snugly fitting black T-shirt and red leggings that hugged her lower curves flatteringly. In her right hand, she carried a dark brown leather strap. “Get up,” was all she said. When Taylor quickly obeyed, she moved to the foot of the bed. “Shorts off, lie right here with your head pointed to the headboard, legs in the air, and hands behind your knees.

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Taylor replied before doing as she was told. Once she was in the prescribed position, Mistress Zelda tapped the strap against Taylor’s ass.

“Keep those legs nice and high, you do not want me to accidentally hit your feet. Do I make myself clear, young lady?”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Taylor replied nervously. Without further warning, the dominatrix began Taylor’s bedtime spanking, the sound of the strap meeting tender flesh mixing with Taylor’s cry of pain. Mistress Zelda paused, letting the sensation firmly settle over Taylor. Not only did the area where the strap had met her tender flesh sting, but the supple brown leather had also left a lingering dull burn in her backside that was both painful and oddly soothing. The sound of leather meeting flesh rang out again, this time, making Taylor whimper. Then another, and another. With each lick of the strap, Mistress Zelda increases the pace.

She gave Taylor an even dozen with the strap, the last four coming fast and hard, making Taylor cry out, and forcing tears to flow freely from her blue eyes. “Stand up, pull your shorts up,” Mistress Zelda ordered when she had finished. Taylor said nothing, only continued to sob as she gingerly got off the bed and slowly pulled the shorts over her swollen and bruised ass. The dominatrix then used a Kleenex to gently and carefully dry Taylor’s eyes.

Once Taylor’s eyes were dry, Mistress Zelda pulled back the covers, and Taylor climbed into the bed and allowed her disciplinarian to tuck her in. “We’ll wrap up your punishment after breakfast in the morning. Good night, Taylor,” Mistress Zelda said in a soothing tone as she gently pulled the weighted covers over Taylor’s body.

“Thank you, Mistress Zelda,” Taylor replied quietly as a sudden wave of tiredness cascaded through her body.