The pleasure of a Mistress’s touch

As I entered my basement after a good nights sleep, I immediately came face to face with my gorgeous tomboy, still hanging helplessly where I had left her the previous night. She was no longer hesitant to meet my eyes with her own as she glared hatefully at me, looking almost as if she were trying desperately to light me on fire with her mind. “You have such a pretty face Cassie dear. That angry look doesn’t suit you.” I was sure she had some choice words that she wanted to share with me in response to my patronization, but she kept them to herself. That was a good sign. She continued to glare at me as I walked right up to her, putting my face mere inches from hers. I smiled at her for a moment while she glared at me, before I gave her a quick, chaste peck on the lips. I giggled as she reeled back in shock before her glare was replaced with a disgusted grimace.

“So, how’s your cute, little bottom doing?” I asked, as if speaking to a child. She didn’t respond as I walked around behind her to see for myself. Her firm cheeks didn’t glow quite as brightly as they had when I left her the night before, but they were still quite red, with a slight hint of bluish-purple bruising. I gently cupped both cheeks in my hands, enjoying the feel of her soft, yielding flesh as she shuddered slightly. “Awwww. Poor baby. Still sore?” I asked, as I gave her backside a little squeeze, causing her to hiss as she sucked air between teeth. “I’m sorry I had to do this. I really am, but I didn’t have any other choice.” I released Cassie’s sore buttocks and slid my hands up her sides, tickling her ribs as I went. I giggled again as she shook. “Ticklish are we? That’s good to know.”

My hands came to rest on her shoulders, where I began to administer a gentle, soothing massage. I knew her shoulders would be sore from hanging the way she was for so long, and I knew what I was doing would feel very good to her. “You see sweetie, the reason I had to hurt you, is because you just aren’t very bright.” Cassie’s muscles tensed at the off handed insult. “You just don’t understand the simple, obvious fact that you belong to me now, and that you have to do what I tell you. I’m afraid the only way to effectively get this through your thick skull is to punish you when you disobey me. But don’t worry honey, it’s not all bad, because the sooner you learn to be a good little pet, the sooner you’ll learn that obedience comes with many pleasant rewards.” To emphasize my point, I began to plant gentle, butterfly kisses on the back of her slender neck.

“I’m not your pet,” she grumbled. I sighed as I dropped my hands and turned towards my wall full of toys. “You…you can’t do this,” she continued, her voice getting louder. “I’m a human being! You can’t just come into my home in the middle of the night and ack!” Cassie squirmed and tried to pull away from me as I reached around from behind her, pinched her cheeks, and pushed a red, rubber ball gag into her open mouth. A cute little squeak escaped her lips as I managed to **** the rubber sphere between her teeth, filling her mouth with it. I yanked back and down on the two straps protruding from either side of the gag, pulling her head back and holding it in position wile I latched the straps together and tightened them with a firm yank.

“See what a stupid, little girl you are?” I asked as I slowly patted the top of her head. “You’ve already forgotten your lesson from last night. Looks like I’ll have to teach it again.”

“MPH! MMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH!!!”

“What’s that?” I asked as I walked back around in front of her. “You don’t want to repeat your lesson?” Cassie shook her head vigorously several times, before looking at me with pleading eyes. I smiled at her, and gently cupped her chin in my hand. She flinched as I touched her, but didn’t try to pull away. “Well, I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t just ignore the fact that you spoke out of turn when I clearly forbid you from doing so.” My helpless captive whimpered pathetically into her gag as her eyes began to shine with fearful tears. My smile grew. When training a new pet, the one thing more effective than a stern punishment, is the threat of making them relive one. “Now that’s the face of a good little pet,” I said brightly as I framed her face with my hands and pulled her head down to give her a kiss on the forehead. “Alright cutie. I’ll let it slide this time, BUT…if you make me regret it by speaking out of turn again, I swear I will beat your ass so hard that you’ll need a crowbar to dislodge the rope from your butt-cheeks! Understand?” Cassie nodded eagerly. “Good girl,” I praised, patting her on the check.

“Now then,” I reached behind her, unlatched the straps of her gag, and pulled the rubber ball out of her mouth, “Say ‘Thank you Mistress Veronica’.” Cassie blushed and looked away from me, remaining silent, so I slapped her hard across the face. She whimpered as I grabbed her by the hair and **** her to face me once more. “Say it you stupid little bitch!” I barked, “and look me in the eyes when you do.” After a moment’s hesitation Cassie’s fearful gaze met my stern look. There she saw the threat of another long, hard paddling session on her already sore and bruised behind. Her blush grew deeper.

“Th…Thank you….Mistress Veronica.”