Taylor Swift

Taylor sighed nervously as she got out of her Mercedes and looked at the large Gothic mansion where Mistress Zelda lived and ran her business. Taylor was dressed in a simple red tank top, black yoga pants, and white sneakers. Her shirt and Yoga pants offered a teasing glimpse at her toned midriff. She looked at her phone and opened the text she had received from the strict dominatrix who provided her with discipline.

MZ: Taylor, I know you've just returned home, but, it has been months and you are long overdue for an appointment. Be at the usual place by no later than noon tomorrow. I expect a reply young lady. Even though Mistress Zelda was nearly ten years younger than Taylor, she often referred to the pop superstar as "young lady" as a means of humiliating her. Below Mistress Zelda's dreaded summons was Taylor's simple reply: Yes, Mistress Zelda.

"Well, I might as well get this over with," Taylor said as she walked up to the front door. Even though she was not looking forward to what was likely coming, Taylor knew she needed Mistress Zelda's strict brand of discipline. She knocked on the door. She tapped her foot nervously on the cobblestone walkway as she waited for the door to open.

"Hello Taylor, please come in, the mistress will see you shortly," a young woman she guessed to be about twenty said after opening the door. She was dressed as a French Maid. Her dress had a low neckline offering a glimpse at her perky breasts. "Follow me please," she added as she turned and led Taylor into the mansion's entrance hall and the house. As they walked, the maid's short dress offered Taylor a teasing glimpse of her ass. While Taylor is straight, she couldn't help but take the offered glance. When she did, it was obvious that the maid she followed had been at least fairly recently spanked given the redness of her ass cheeks.

They soon arrived in a large beautifully decorated room with several chairs and love seats lining the walls. On the far wall, there was a thick darkly colored wooden door with two lights above it. On the other side of the door was Mistress Zelda's dungeon. Taylor looked up at the lights and breathed a sigh of relief. The red light was on, meaning Mistress Zelda was not ready for her yet. "Please have a seat," the maid said as she looked over her shoulder at Taylor. "I'll let the mistress know you're here."

"Thank you," Taylor said as she took a seat on one of the love seats and looked at her phone. "11:45, at the very least I won't get punished for being late," Taylor thought as she quickly put her phone in her tiny red designer purse. The maid walked to the intercom next to the dungeon door and pressed a button.

"Yes," Mistress Zelda's voice said through the speaker.

"Taylor Swift to see you, Mistress," the maid said in reply.

"I'll see her shortly, back to your duties Brandi."

"Yes, Mistress," Brandi said before turning and beginning to walk out of the large waiting room. "Mistress Zelda with see you soon, Miss Swift," she said as she stopped in front of Taylor.

"Thank you, Brandi," Taylor said with a smile. Once Brandi left the room, Taylor watched the lights above the dungeon door. This was another of Mistress Zelda's favorite tactics. Making a woman wait for her punishment. Mistress Zelda believed that making a bad girl wait for her punishment was almost as bad as the punishment itself. Taylor kept taking glances at her phone, and finally after twenty minutes of having her heart pound in her chest louder and harder than it ever had before a concert. She knocked on the door.

"Enter," Mistress Zelda said over the intercom. Taylor opened the door when she heard the door's electronic lock thud as it released. Taylor opened the door and stepped in. The dungeon was lit dimly in soft yellow light. The floor was covered in a beautiful hardwood, and the walls and ceilings were painted black. Several pieces of bondage furniture were spread out in the spacious room in a well-organized fashion. Along the walls hung several different straps, paddles, canes, and whips. Her eyes settled for a second on the large wardrobe she knew contained all kinds of fetishwear, then again on a large custom-made toolbox made of mahogany. Taylor knew inside its many drawers were several cuffs, gags, nipple clamps, pattern wheels, blindfolds, cattle prods, and other restraints and tools of punishment. Taylor's eyes then drifted to the throne ahead of her.

On it, sat Mistress Zelda. Her long dark hair had been pulled into a tight bun. She wore a black and red leather corset that held up her ample breasts, She also wore a short black leather skirt and knee-high black leather boots with spike heels. Mistress Zelda kept her gaze locked on Taylor. For the briefest of moments, Taylor made eye contact with the dominatrix, and the cold glare of the pale blue eyes made the statuesque blonde feel small.

Taylor let out a nervous breath as she lowered herself to her knees. "Mistress Zelda, I am here for my punishment," Taylor said keeping her gaze low.

"Is that how a bad girl presents herself for punishment, Taylor?" the younger woman's tone was cold and strict sounding. Taylor swallowed nervously as a fresh wave of fear washed over her.

"No, Mistress Zelda," Taylor answered her voice trembling. She resisted the urge to look up when she heard the clicking of Mistress Zelda's heels on the hardwood floor.

"How do bad girls present themselves for punishment Taylor?" Mistress Zelda asked after placing her hand under Taylor's chin and forcing the singer to look up into her pale blue eyes.

"Bad girls should present themselves naked to their mistress for punishment," Taylor answered as she tried to look away, but Mistress Zelda's firm grip would not allow it.

"Then why the fuck do you have your clothes on, you naughty girl?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress Zelda, I forgot," Taylor said, her voice cracking into a whine, and tears welling up in her own blue eyes.

"No Taylor, you know better," Mistress Zelda said after slapping Taylor across the face. "Get your clothes off young lady, all of them, and put them in the bin by the door.

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Taylor said as she slowly stood and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a black lace bra covering her perky breasts. She folded her shirt neatly before setting it on the floor next to her. Her bra soon joined the shirt, then her shoes, pants, and black lace thong panties. She scooped up her clothes and walked to a large bin by the door that led back out to the waiting room. After placing her clothes inside she quickly returned to Mistress Zelda and knelt on the ground.

"We're going to have to meet more often Taylor, otherwise you wouldn't have broken the rules of my dungeon.

"I'm sorry, Mistress Zelda."

"Not yet young lady, but, you soon will be," Mistress Zelda said, sending a cold shiver down Taylor's spine. Mistress Zelda, with her stern gaze and commanding presence, stood before Taylor, her eyes scanning every inch of her naked form. Taylor felt a mix of fear and arousal as she knelt on the ground, her heart pounding in her chest. The scent of leather and authority filled the air, and Taylor couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of being punished by this enigmatic figure.

"Now, Taylor," Mistress Zelda began, her voice low and husky, "I want you to understand that you not only deserve the punishment you are about to get, but you need it too."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda, I have been a very bad girl, I need and deserve to be punished."

"Now let's get," Misstress Zelda began, before pausing when her eyes caught another infraction of her rules. "Spread those legs wider, Taylor." Taylor whimpered but obeyed. There between the pop star's legs was a curly tuft of blonde pubic hair. "Taylor!" Mistress Zelda barked causing the pop star to gasp and jump. "Why aren't you properly shaved?!" Before the strict dominatrix was merely irritated. Now she was furious.

"I...I... I just didn't have time, Mistress Zelda, I'm sorry."

"'Didn't have time?' is that the best lie you can cup with Taylor?" Mistress Zelda asked, her voice still elevated, but she was far from yelling. Taylor remained silent staring at the floor. "Nothing to say for yourself?" she asked after a few moments of silence. "Look at me, young lady." Slowly, Taylor tilted her head up and looked at Mistress Zelda's stern face. "You got home yesterday afternoon from your tour did you not?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Taylor admitted before looking away. Mistress Zelda growled in frustration.

"Eyes on me, bitch," Mistress Zelda said as she again **** Taylor to look at her. "You had from the time you got home until the time you left to come here to shave your pussy. Why didn't you?"

"I don't know, Mistress Zelda, I am so sorry."

Initially, Mistress Zelda said nothing. She walked to the intercom and pressed a button. "Brandi," she said coldly into the unit.

"Yes, Mistress Zelda?" the maid asked a few seconds later.

"Go to my office and reschedule the rest of my appointments for today and tomorrow. Offer full refunds of this month's services to those affected. Miss Swift will be staying with us, at least until tomorrow."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Brandi said after a long moment. Mistress Zelda made her way back to Taylor, and the singer swore her heart pounded in perfect time with the sound of Mistress Zelda's heels clicking against the hardwood floor. When the clicking stopped, Taylor slowly tilted her head up.

"You have broken two major rules of this dungeon, and you decided to lie to me about one of them. I do not like being lied to. Do you understand that, young lady?"

The scolding she was getting from the strict dominatrix made her feel smaller and smaller by the second. The dam burst and Taylor started to sob as tears flowed down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, Mistress Zelda. Please, please don't be mad at me," Taylor said pleadingly.

"It's a little late for that, young lady. We have serious issues to address don't we?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Taylor replied.

"This is going to be a long painful session for you Taylor."

"I understand, Mistress Zelda."

"We're going to start with the lying. Come on," she said grabbing hold of Taylor's arm. She led the pop star into the bathroom at the rear of the dungeon. It was more than Taylor had ever expected. It was large with a toilet, sink, and a large walking shower big enough for at least five people. She stood Taylor in front of the mirror. "Hands behind your head.

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Taylor said placing her hands behind her head and staring at her reflection. She was wondering what punishment she would get for lying. She didn't have long to wait to find out. Mistress Zelda picked up a bar of soap from the edge of the sink, turned on the water, and held the bar of soap under it until she had worked up a sudsy lather.

"Open that lying mouth, and stick your tongue out, young lady," she said as she used one hand to hold onto Taylor's long blonde hair. With the other, she held the bar of soap up near Taylor's mouth. The singer whined but obeyed. "I am going to wash those filthy lies out of your mouth, young lady."

With a firm grip on Taylor's hair, Mistress Zelda began to apply the soapy lather to her tongue, making sure to cover every inch of it. Taylor's eyes widened as the bitter, sudsy liquid washed over her tongue, and she couldn't help but gag from the bitter taste. Mistress Zelda held her gaze in the mirror, her eyes stern and unyielding.

"Now, let's start with the first lie," she said, her voice low and commanding. "What was the first lie you told?" she asked as she pulled the bar of soap away from Taylor's mouth so that she could answer.

"That I forgot to strip naked when I entered your dungeon," she answered as fresh tears began to flow down her face.

"Mmmhmm, and why did you lie to me about that?"

"Because I didn't want you to see that I didn't shave my pussy."

"That's what I thought," Mistress Zelda said sternly as she gave a hard yank on Taylor's hair. "Mouth open, tongue out, young lady." Again, Taylor whined but obeyed the stern dominatrix. For several minutes, Mistress Zelda continued to coat Taylor's tongue in bitter suds. "What was the second lie?" she asked with her stern gaze fixed on the mirror yet again, watching Taylor's expression. She almost smiled at the world-famous pop star gagging on soap suds.

"That I didn't have time to shave my pussy, Mistress Zelda," Taylor said when the soap bar was pulled away. When Mistress Zelda moved the bar of soap closer to her mouth, Taylor opened it and stuck her tongue out. Again Taylor gagged as Mistress Zelda scrubbed her tongue with the bar of soap.

"Because I didn't want to," Taylor admitted.

"Well young lady, that is a decision you will regret before you leave here. Open wide, and leave your tongue in." Taylor obeyed and Mistress Zelda put the bar of soap into Taylor's mouth. "Bite down and hold onto this." Taylor gently closed her mouth using her teeth to hold the bar of soap in place. "Does that taste bad Taylor?"

"Mmmhmm," Taylor said as she nodded her head.

"Good, because I want you to think about how bad it tastes the next time you even think about lying to me. Are you going to lie to me again, young lady?"

"Uh-uh," Taylor replied shaking her head.

"Open," Mistress Zelda ordered as she took hold of the bar of soap. Taylor opened her mouth and Mistress Zelda removed it and set it down on the counter. "Now get in the shower."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda, she said as she stepped into the shower. She reached in and turned on the cold tap. When the icey water hit Taylor, she gasped.

"Misstress Zelda! That's cold!" Taylor shrieked.

"A cold shower is what naughty girls that don't shave their pussies deserve," she said before handing Taylor a razor and shaving cream. "Shave that pussy, and present yourself for punishment, you have ten minutes."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Taylor said.

Eight minutes later, a shivering Taylor emerged from the bathroom, Mistress Zelda had gotten a straight-backed chair and sat in it facing the bathroom. Taylor made her way to the stern dominatrix and sank to her knees. "Mistress Zelda, I am here for my punishment." Mistress Zelda said nothing. She leaned forward and ran her hand over Taylor's now smooth pussy.

"Would it have been so hard to shave your pussy before you came here, Taylor?"

"No, Mistress Zelda," she answered as she looked to the ground and flushed with shame.

"Stay," Mistress Zelda said sternly as she stood and made her way to the toolbox. She pulled open one of the drawers and took out a pink leather collar. She then stopped at a rack of paddles and selected a paddle with a short handle and a small circular head. She set the paddle down on the floor behind Taylor, then held the collar in both hands. She held it in front of Taylor so she could see it. "Hold your hair up," she ordered. Taylor quickly obeyed. With Taylor's long hair out of the way, she wrapped the collar around the pop star's neck and buckled it in place.

"Thank you for my collar, Mistress Zelda," Taylor said.

"What does this collar mean, young lady?"

"That I belong to you until you take it off."

"Good, Taylor. Now we have a lot to get through young lady," Mistress Zelda said as she picked up the paddle and set it next to the chair before sitting on the chair. "How does a punishment session start, young lady?"

"To begin a punishment session, the naughty girl, must stand next to Mistress Zelda, and ask to be put across her knee for her warm-up spanking."

"Well?" Mistress Zelda asked with a raised eyebrow. Taylor, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness, stood up and walked over to Mistress Zelda. She looked up at her, her heart pounding in her chest. "Mistress Zelda," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "may I please be put across your knee for my warm-up spanking?"

Mistress Zelda's eyes narrowed, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Very well, Taylor," she said, her voice firm and commanding. "But remember, this is just the beginning. You have a very long session ahead of you."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda, I have been a very naughty girl," Taylor said as she rocked nervously from foot to foot.

"Get across my knee, young lady." Wordlessly, Taylor lowered herself across Misstress Zelda's lap. She flinched when she felt the dominatrix's right hand glide across her bare up-turned ass. "Are you ready Taylor?" Mistress Zelda asked as she gave Taylor a couple of very light swats.

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Taylor answered. Her voice trembling. Warm-up spanking or not, it was still going to hurt. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Mistress Zelda began spanking Taylor her hand switching cheeks with each swat. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Oh please Mistress Zelda, I'll be good."

"Yes you will be good, but you were warned, we are just getting started, young lady," she said punctuating each word with a hard swat. She then stopped spanking the pop star and ran her hand over her ass which was now a lovely shade of pink. "Now that we've warmed you up," she began her tone still stern as she gently rubbed Taylor's ass. "We're going to deal with you not shaving your pussy. Do you see that paddle, Taylor?" she asked nervously.

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Taylor said nervously. The truth was she had been eyeing the wooden implement ever since she lowered herself across Mistress Zelda's lap.

"Hand it to me, Taylor," Mistress Zelda ordered. With a nervous sob, Taylor reached out in front of her grabbed the paddle by the handle, and lifted it, then moving her arm to hand it back over her shoulder. Mistress Zelda took it in her right hand and then held it so that it was right in front of Taylor's face. "Since it took you eight minutes to shave your pussy, you're going to get eight hard swats with this. After each swat I want you to count it out loud and say 'I will shave my pussy before I visit Mistress Zelda.' Am I understood?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Taylor said as she once again began to cry.

"Crying now won't help you, young lady. Now kiss the paddle," Mistress Zelda said maintaining her stern tone. Taylor obediently kissed the paddle. "Unfortunately for you, young lady, the paddle will do more than give your ass a kiss," she said resting the paddle against the pop star's ass. She couldn't help but smile at the way Taylor trembled when she felt the paddle touch her ass. WHACK! The paddle landed fast and hard.

"Ahhh! Taylor screamed in agony and began kicking her feet.

Mistress Zelda held Taylor firmly in place, her grip unyielding. "Remember what you're supposed to say, Taylor," she said, her voice stern but with a hint of amusement.

"One," Taylor gasped, still in pain. "I will shave my pussy before I visit Mistress Zelda." Mistress Zelda raised the paddle again, and with a swift motion, WHACK! it connected with Taylor's ass once more. "Ahhh!" Taylor cried out, her body jolting from the impact. "Two.!" Taylor shrieked. "I will shave my pussy before I visit Mistress Zelda. WHACK! "Three!" Taylor struggled to breathe as she sobbed heavily. "I will shave my pussy before visiting Mistress Zelda."

"Is this getting through to you, young lady?" Mistress Zelda asked as she pressed the paddle against Taylor's now bruised ass making her squirm.

"Yes, Mistress Zelda, I'll never lie to you or not have my pussy shaved for a visit ever again," Taylor replied through heavy sobs.

"We'll just see won't me?" she asked as she raised the paddle for the next swat. WHACK!

"Four!" Taylor howled. "I will shave my pussy before before visiting Mistress Zelda."

The punishment continued until the eighth and final swat had landed on Taylor's ass. After counting the swat and promising to have her pussy shaved, she lay limp and crying on the dominatrix's lap. "Okay, young lady your paddling is over. I want you to get up and go into the bathroom. You may blow your nose if you need to, but I want you to bring me the bottle of lotion that's on the counter."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Taylor said as she slowly got up from Mistress Zelda's lap and made her way back to the bathroom. Once inside, she blew her nose on some toilet paper and then grabbed the bottle of lotion from the sink. She then went back to the dungeon and gave Mistress Zelda the lotion.

"Get back across my lap Taylor," she ordered. Taylor whined but obeyed. She knew that if she didn't it would only get worse for her. Mistress Zelda pumped three squirts of lotion out onto her hand before setting the bottle down on the floor. She then began to spread the lotion across Taylor's sore ass. Taylor hissed as Mistress Zelda's hand glided over her abused backside. "I know it stings Taylor, but this will make your ass feel so much better."

"Thank you, Mistress Zelda," Taylor said when the lotion began to soothe her red and bruised ass. For the next few minutes, Mistress Zelda gently rubbed lotion across Taylors sore ass.

"Alright, you may get up," she said as she gently pat Taylor's ass. Wordlessly Taylor rose, then knelt in front of Mistress Zelda. "Did you eat lunch before coming here?"

"No Mistress Zelda."

"Alright, lunch should be about ready let's go eat," Mistress Zelda said as she stood and walked over to a section of one of the dungeon walls with a wide assortment of leashes. She selected one made of a thin chain with a looped black leather handle. "You are still being punished, so you will remain naked and crawl behind me."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Taylor said as the stern dominatrix clipped the leash to Taylor's collar. She then led Taylor to the dining room where Brandi had just finished laying out lunch. For Mistress Zelda, a salmon fillet with steamed vegetables, baby potatoes, a small bowl of mixed fruit, and a glass of wine. For Taylor a bowl of cold plain oatmeal and a glass of milk.

Taylor, still crawling behind Mistress Zelda, couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and arousal as she followed her dominatrix into the dining room. She knew that this was part of her punishment, to be kept in a state of submission and humiliation. As they sat down to eat, Taylor couldn't help but steal glances at Mistress Zelda's plate.

"That's all you're getting young lady. Eat it all and stop fidgeting," Mistress Zelda said sternly.

"I'm sorry, Mistress Zelda, but my ass is so sore, and this chair doesn't have any padding."

"I know, now eat."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda."

After lunch, Mistress Zelda allowed Taylor to use the restroom before returning to the dungeon. Once there she placed Taylor in a cage large enough for her to lie down in. "I'll be back for you before too long," she said as she looked back at Taylor and flipped the light switch off.

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Taylor whimpered before Mistress Zelda closed the door and left her alone in total darkness.

Taylor lay on her stomach thinking about the decisions that led her here. She knew going on a long world tour would mean going much longer than Mistress Zelda liked between sessions with any of her girls. Then she had not shaved her pussy, left her clothes on after entering the dominatrix's dungeon, and then stupidly lied about it. "I deserve all of this," she thought before she drifted off to sleep.

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Sometime later, Mistress Zelda returned to the dungeon and smiled when she saw the pop star sleeping in her cage. She knelt next to the cage and reached through the bars. "Taylor," she said gently shaking her shoulder. "Taylor, it's time to wake up sweetie," she said in an almost loving tone.

Taylor's eyes snapped open and she gasped when she saw Mistress Zelda. "I'm sorry I fell asleep Mistress Zelda," Taylor said as she moved to a kneeling position in the cage.

"That's okay," she said opening the door to the cage. "Come on out, it's time we continued your punishment."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Taylor replied as she crawled out of the cage. Mistress Zelda took hold of the leash and led Taylor over to a chair that had its seat removed, had cuffs on the front legs for the occupant's ankles, and two cuffs on the armrests for the wrists. From the top of the back of the chair, and the front of the armrests, chains rose to the ceiling where they disappeared into four small holes in the ceiling. Taylor looked quizzically at the chair.

"Sit," Mistress Zelda said sternly. Wordlessly, Taylor sat in the chair and put up no resistance when Mistress Zelda began locking the leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. With Taylor secured she went to a small control on the wall. She pressed the up arrow and slowly the chair began to rise as the chains disappeared into the ceiling. When Mistress Zelda let off the button, the chair was roughly three feet in the air and tipped backward slightly.

Mistress Zelda made her way to the toolbox and got a set of nipple clamps. Then she went to the far wall and selected a black leather riding crop. "Ready for the next part of your punishment, young lady?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Taylor answered her voice once again trembling with fear.

"Good, because you know you've been very bad even just today, and that you'd be getting punished even if you weren't ready wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Taylor answered. The stern dominatrix said nothing. She instead wrapped her lips around one of Taylor's nipples and gently sucked until the sensitive nubs became hard and pointed. When they were, she slipped the clamps over Taylor's nipples and bean to tighten them. Taylor whined as the teeth of her clamps sank into her sensitive flesh. With her left hand, she began to pull on the chain making the singer moan and wimper as as her nipples were pulled on. In her right hand, she held the riding crop and held it so the tab was against the bottom of Taylor's right foot. She lowered it and then with a flick of her wrist snapped it back toward Taylor's foot. THWACK! The tab struck the sensitive flesh.

"Ow! Oh, Mistress Zelda please," Taylor said looking at the stern dominatrix pleadingly.

"Quiet, you naughty girl," Mistress Zelda said sternly before gliding the tab of the crop over Taylor's left foot. Instinctively Taylor began trying to move her foot, but of course, couldn't. THWACK! The tab struck Taylor's sensitive flesh and she screamed. Again and again, the crop struck Taylor's feet as Mistress Zelda constantly pulled on the chain of the nipple clamps.

After a full dozen strokes were delivered to each foot, Mistress Zelda removed the nipple clamps. "Ow! Ow! Oh, God Mistress Zelda."

"Mmmhmm, they hurt more coming off don't they?"

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Taylor said as Mistress Zelda took a nipple in her mouth and began to suck again. She stopped when Taylor began to moan. She then returned the crop to its place and the clamps to the toolbox. However, before leaving the toolbox, she took out a patternwheel.

"Look what I have for you now, Taylor," she said before lightly pressing the spiked wheel to the flesh of Taylor's right breast. Slowly she moved the wheel across Taylor's flesh, being sure to roll it close to her sensitive nipples. Taylor squealed and squirmed in response. Mistress Zelda then rolled the wheel down her stomach.

"No, no, please Mistress Zelda,! Not down there!"

"Shh," Mistress Zelda said pressing her index finger to Taylor's lip shooshing her. "Now hold still, young lady," she said sternly. She began to slowly drag the wheel over Taylor's pussy paying particular attention to her labia and sensitive inner thighs.

After a long session on the chair, Taylor was released and given another restroom break. She was then secured to a leather-topped table that was tilted back at a forty-five-degree angle. The cuffs that held her feet ensured that her legs were spread wide.

Again Mistress Zelda went back to the toolbox and came back with a blindfold and a powerful vibrator. She placed the blindfold over Taylor's eyes. She turned the vibrator on high and held it close to Taylor so she knew the singer could hear it buzzing.

"Do you think I'm going to let you cum, young lady?"

"No, Mistress Zelda," she said her voice trembling once again.

"That's right, and do you know why you don't get to cum?"

"Because I have been a very bad girl."

"Such a clever girl," Mistress Zelda said as she pat Taylor on the head and pressed the vibrator against her pussy. Over and over again Taylor was pushed right to the edge of her forbidden orgasm only for Mistress Zelda to expertly read her body and pull the vibrator away at the last possible second. By the time the dominatrix was satisfied, Taylor's pussy ached and her body was covered in a thick sheen of sweat.

"Oh God, I don't think I could have taken much more of that," Taylor thought as she fought to catch her breath. Mistress Zelda removed the blindfold and let Taylor off of the table.

"Come on, one more bathroom break before dinner," she said pointing towards the bathroom.

"Thank you, Mistress Zelda," Taylor said before heading off to relieve herself. When she emerged from the bathroom she obediently knelt in front of the dominatrix so she could clip the leash to her collar once again. Just like before she was led on her hands and knees to the dining room. There she once again ate a bowl of cold plain oatmeal and a glass of milk while Mistress Zelda enjoyed a spinach salad, rock lobster tail, and clam chowder that made Taylor's mouth water.

"Come on, I'm going to show you to your room," Mistress Zelda said as Brandi began clearing the table.

"Thank you, Mistress Zelda," Taylor said as the dominatrix took hold of her leash. Crawling up the stairs proved to be difficult and frightening. "I hope she'll allow me to walk down the stairs tomorrow, " Taylor thought when they reached the top of the stairs. She followed obediently behind her mistress until they reached one of the doors in the upstairs hall. She opened the door revealing a beautiful bedroom decorated in deep blues. Mistress Zelda turned to her and unclipped the leash.

"There is a bathroom through that door, you may go take a bath, be careful of your collar. When you get out of the bath, you are to dress in the pajamas in the bathroom. After your bath you are to stay in your room, I will be back to see you and finish out the day at 9:00. You may spend until then however you wish in here."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Taylor said before heading to the bathroom. She glanced at the floor in front of the sink. There she found a fluffy white towel. She picked it up and underneath were the aforementioned pajamas. She picked up the pile of pink cloth and unfolded it revealing a set of full-body footie pajamas complete with a drop-seat that was done up with two metal snaps."Oh God, this is going to be so embarrassing," she thought before she set the pajamas down and turned on the hot water and let it fill the large tub.

After taking a long hot bath that soothed her aching muscles, and felt surprisingly good on her ass, Taylor dried herself off. Put on the pajamas and went back out to the bedroom. She turned on the TV and lay on the bed on her stomach channel channel-surfing until she found something that caught her interest.

Promptly at 9:00 Mistress Zelda, now dressed for bed herself in a pink shirt and black yoga pants with a pink stripe running down each leg entered the bedroom, her face stern and unyielding as ever. "Sit on the edge of the bed, young lady," she ordered as she pointed to the foot of the bed. Taylor quickly obeyed. She was surprised when Mistress Zelda grabbed her shoulder and pulled back causing Taylor to fall back on the bed. She was so surprised by this that her legs lifted off of the floor. Expecting this, Mistress Zelda slid her arm under Taylor's legs behind her knees so she could not lower them. She then pushed her legs up until Taylor's knees were near her chest. "Taylor, do you know how bad girls that spend the night at Mistress Zelda's end their day?"

"No, Mistress Zelda," Taylor answered. With a cold smile on her face, Mistress Zelda grabbed the flap of the drop-seat and swiftly pulled it open, exposing Taylors bruised ass.

"Bad girls who stay over at Mistress Zelda's get a bedtime spanking."

Taylor's blue eyes went wide with fear. "Mistress Zelda, I don't need another spanking! My ass is so sore," Taylor said. Mistress Zelda glared at Taylor.

"You are getting a bedtime spanking young lady, and with that little outburst, you have just made it worse for yourself," Mistress Zelda said sternly making Taylor whimper. "Go into the bathroom and bring me the hairbrush young lady, don't doddle and leave that flap down. Taylor whined and got off the bed before beginning to shuffle her feet toward the bathroom. "I said 'Don't doddle!'" she barked. Taylor quickly made her way to the bathroom and returned with the hairbrush. She knelt on the floor, keeping her gaze low, and presented the hairbrush to the dominatrix.

"The hairbrush, Mistress Zelda," Taylor said already on the verge of tears.

"Back in position young lady," Mistress Zelda said motioning to the bed with the hairbrush.

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Taylor said laying at the foot of the bed and lifting her legs as they were before. Mistress Zelda placed her left arm behind Taylor's knees and **** them down to her chest.

"You would have gotten my hand, but, since you had to talk back to me," Mistress Zelda said as she pressed the back of the hairbrush against Taylor's ass before raising it high into the air. The anticipation was palpable as Taylor lay at the foot of the bed, her legs spread wide above her head, her eyes fixed on the hairbrush she knew her ass would soon feel. Mistress Zelda's dominance was unmistakable, and Taylor couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and excitement at the prospect of the punishment to come.

With a swift motion, Mistress Zelda brought the hairbrush down onto Taylor's ass, the sound echoing through the room. The sensation was immediate and intense, a sharp sting that radiated through her body. Taylor gasped, her breath left her body.

"Fuck!" Taylor screamed the second swat landed just as hard on the opposite cheek. Mistress Zelda continued her punishment, each swat of the hairbrush leaving a bright red mark on Taylor's ass. Taylor's cries echoed through the room, her body writhing in response to the pain. The sensation was a mix of pleasure and pain, as Taylor's body was pushed to its limits.

As the punishment continued, Taylor's mind began to wander. She thought about her behavior on tour, how she had let her fame and success get to her head. She thought about how Mistress Zelda's discipline had always been the one thing that had kept her entirely in line for the last few years. In the back of her mind, she wished she could have met someone like the strict dominatrix the moment she had turned eighteen. Maybe then all of the social media drama she dealt with throughout her career might not have been. Tears began to flow once more from the pop star's eyes. She regretted talking back to the dominatrix who was so good at disciplining her.

Taylor's ass was now a vibrant shade of red, each swat leaving an imprint of the hairbrush on her skin. Her breaths were ragged, her body trembling with a mix of pain and arousal. She could feel the heat radiating from her ass, the sting intensifying with each subsequent swat.

Mistress Zelda's grip on her knees was firm, her eyes never leaving Taylor's face. She could see the determination in Mistress Zelda's eyes to drive home the cost of a bad girl believing she knew when she needed punishment better than Mistress Zelda did. Taylor's arousal intensified as she felt Mistress Zelda's hand gently caress her swollen, red bottom. She can't help but moan softly, her body responding to the pain and humiliation she's experiencing. Mistress Zelda smirks, knowing she has complete control over Taylor's desires.

"You see, Taylor," Mistress Zelda says, her voice low and commanding. "This is what happens when you forget your place. You need me to keep you in line, to remind you who knows best for you."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda. You know best I'm so sorry I talked back to you. Please Mistress Zedla I've learned my lesson. No more hairbrush please Mistress Zelda, I promise to be a good girl tomorrow," Taylor said pleadingly. Mistress Zelda raises an eyebrow, her expression unyielding. "You'll be a good girl when I say you're a good girl, Taylor. And as for the hairbrush, we'll see about that." She gives a sly smile as she moves in closer to Taylor.

Taylor's heart races as Mistress Zelda's breath brushes against her ear. "You've been such a naughty girl, Taylor. I think you need a little more discipline." She says, her voice low and stern as ever. "Twelve more, Taylor. They will be hard. Afterward, I'm going to tuck you in for the night. Now I want you to tell me you have been a bad girl and need twelve hard swats from my hairbrush before being tucked into bed."

"Yes, Mistress Zelda," Taylor responds, her voice trembling with anticipation. "I have been a very bad girl, and I need twelve hard swats from your hairbrush before you tuck me into bed."

Mistress Zelda smirks, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and authority. She moves in closer to Taylor, her body exuding a sense of power and control. She raised the hairbrush into the air above Taylor's swollen and throbbing ass.

Taylor's heart races as Mistress Zelda pauses for a moment, giving her a cold smile before swinging full **** down on Taylor's ass. "Ow! Oh God! Ow! Ow! Ow!" Taylor screamed swat after swat after swat landed on her ass. Finally, after the last swat had been delivered, Mistress Zelda put the hairbrush on the bed next to Taylor and closed the drop-seat flap.

"No lotion this time, young lady. You need to feel that spanking tonight," she said as she let Taylor lower her legs.

"Yes, Mistress Zelda, you know best," Taylor said tearfully as she watched the provider of her discipline pull back the covers of the bed.

"Get in and get to sleep young lady, we have an early start tomorrow," Mistress Zelda said pointing to the now uncovered portion of the bed. Wordlessly Taylor crawled into the bed and allowed Mistress Zelda to cover her up.

"Sweet dreams, Taylor," Mistress Zelda said in a soft soothing tone before kissing Taylor on the cheek.

"Good night, Mistress Zelda," Taylor said her breath finally becoming less ragged as the weighted blankets on the bed enveloped her making her feel safe and warm. Mistress Zelda turned off the TV and the light closing the door behind her. Taylor nestled herself into the bed wondering two things. First what punishments awaited her in the morning, Second, she wondered if she could request sleepovers at Mistress Zelda's.