Zendaya

Zendaya looked out of the tinted window of the limousine that had brought her to the Gothic mansion that belonged to the strict dominatrix, Mistress Zelda. It was a rare gloomy day in the Hollywood Hills, the grey skies and the heavy raindrops that hammered the limo only made it look more ominous. A shiver went down her spine as the driver eased to a gentle stop. She had been through this before; she knew what to expect, and she knew she needed the discipline Mistress Zelda provided. Even if it was a small part, part of her craved it.

The driver opened the door, and a rush of almost cold and moist air rushed into the perfectly climate-controlled limo, again causing Zendaya to shiver. "We're here, miss," the driver said as he offered his hand.

Zendaya looked at him and gave a courteous smile as she took his hand. The heavy rain had already soaked him as it ran down his face, and his white button-down shirt clung to his body like a second skin. "Thank you," she said as she gracefully slid from the car. "Please get yourself dry and warm," she added as she headed for the front door of the mansion, her black sneakers splashing through the rain water that had long since pooled on the cobblestone driveway.

"I will, Miss," she heard him say over the sound of the closing car door.

Just before she knocked, the door swung open, revealing a petite blonde dressed as a French Maid. Her long blonde hair, which had been dyed pink at the tips, was done in long pigtails. Her face and pale blue eyes lit up with a genuine smile. "Welcome back, Miss Zendaya. Please follow me."

Like her previous visits to the strict dominatrix, Zendaya followed behind the maid until they reached the spacious room outside of Mistress Zelda’s dungeon. Knowing how things would go, Zendaya took a seat in a comfy leather armchair and watched as the petite maid made her way to the intercom, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor.

“Mistress, Zendaya is here for her appointment,” she said into the intercom.

A moment later, the speaker crackled to life. “Very good, Brynn, I’ll see her soon. Please make sure lunch is ready.”

“Of course, Mistress Zelda,” the maid Zendaya, now knew was named Brynn said before she turned and left the room. Zendaya barely acknowledged Brynn’s smile as she passed, and long before she had vanished from sight, the clicking of her heels sounded far off as she shifted her gaze to the two colored lights above the door to the dungeon, half-dreading the moment that the red light would go out, and the green would come on.

After what seemed like only the briefest of moments, the lights changed, and Zendaya let out a shaky breath as she went to the door and gently knocked. “Enter,” Mistress Zelda said, her voice sounding slightly tinny over the speaker. Swallowing a lump in her throat, Zendaya opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit dungeon. She allowed herself the briefest of glimpses at Mistress Zelda before quickly stripping out of her clothes and leaving them and her other belongings in the large storage bin near the door.

Mistress Zelda sat on her throne dressed in a black latex dress that hugged her curves like a second skin and shone in the dim light of her dungeon. She watched with a hawk-like gaze as Zendaya removed all of her clothing and approached her throne before she lowered herself to her knees. “Mistress Zelda, I am here for my punishment,” she declared, a hint of pride in her voice.

The Dominatrix smiled as she stood and walked closer to Zendaya before circling her, the square heels of her knee-high black leather boots thudding gently against the floor. Zendaya willed herself not to flinch, not to quiver. Hearing the sound of Mistress Zelda’s boots on the floor made her feel like some prized prey, and the sound of the boots hitting the floor was the drums of a hunting party, closing in on her.

“I see you have shaved yourself well,” Mistress Zelda said, her gaze focused on Zendaya’s perfectly smooth pussy.

“I keep it bald at all times, Mistress Zelda. Tom enjoys it.” Without warning, Mistress Zelda grabbed her hair and pulled it back, making Zendaya gasp and look up at her.

“In my dungeon, what Tom likes is irrelevant, is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” she replied through gritted teeth.

“Good,” Mistress Zelda said with a smirk. In that moment, she decided to begin the warm-up spanking differently. “Bring me the straight-backed chair and be quick about it.”

“Y-yes, Mistress Zelda,” Zendaya said nervously. She stood and made her way over to the straight-backed chair she knew soon enough, Mistress Zelda would sit in, and she would lie across the dominatrix’s lap for a spanking. As she neared the chair, she wasn’t sure which was louder. The pounding of her heart, which she not only heard but felt in her ears, or the seemingly thunderous padding of her naked feet on the hardwood floor of the dungeon. “The chair, Mistress Zelda,” she said as she set the chair down in front of her disciplinarian.

“Back on your knees, Zendaya, you know how this goes,” Mistress Zelda said as she sat on the straight-backed chair. Zendaya let out a shaky breath as she moved in front of Mistress Zelda and lowered herself to her knees. As soon as Zendaya was kneeling, the dominatrix put a simple black leather collar around her neck.

“Mistress Zelda, may I please be put across your lap for my warm-up spanking?” Mistress Zelda’s only reply was to gently pat her lap. Zendaya crawled to Mistress Zelda’s right side before standing just tall enough to drape herself over the other woman’s lap. She flinched slightly when she felt Mistress Zelda’s hand brush across her ass.

“Ready, Zendaya? After your warm-up spanking, we’ll have lunch.

“Yes, Mistress Zelda, I’m ready.”

“Good,” Mistress Zelda said before the first swat of her hand against Zendaya’s bare ass filled the air. She expertly spaced the swats, giving Zendaya time to process each swat, and with each swat, she spanked the actress slightly harder. She watched with an experienced eye as Zendaya began to squirm and whine with each swat, and her flesh began to darken. “Up and kneel,” she said, punctuating the order with one last swat when the starlet was on the verge of tears. Zendaya quickly got off of Mistress Zelda’s lap and knelt in front of her.

“Are we going to eat now, Mistress Zelda?” she asked suddenly, feeling very hungry.

“We are,” the dominatrix replied as she clipped a leash to Zendaya’s collar. “Come,” she added as she gave the leash a gentle tug. Zendaya obediently remained on her hands and knees, crawling through the mansion as Mistress Zelda led her to the dining room. When they arrived, Mistress Zelda sat down to a bowl of kale salad with sliced black olives, grape tomatoes, blue cheese crumbles, several generous chunks of fresh cold smoked salmon, and a red wine vinaigrette. Zendaya let out a sigh as she sat down to the lunch she knew she would get, a bowl of cold plain oatmeal, and a glass of milk.

After eating, Mistress Zelda led Zendaya back to the dungeon. “Lie there, on your back,” she said, her voice commanding, as she pointed to a section of the floor of the large dungeon where nothing would be immediately near her. Zendaya quickly obeyed and silently watched as Mistress Zelda retrieved two identical restraints she had never seen before. They were simple, consisting of a wide leather loop that was closed by a buckle with a smaller leather loop, also closed with a buckle behind it. Between the two loops was a piece of plastic, roughly a quarter of an inch thick. She silently wondered what the restraints were for as she watched Mistress Zelda select a black spreader bar as well.

When the dominatrix finally came over to her, she said nothing as she knelt next to her and unbuckled one of the large leather loops. She then lifted Zendaya’s right leg and bent it back until her calf touched the back of her thigh. She then looped the large leather loop around Zendaya’s leg, pinning her ankle to her thigh by cinching the leather tight enough to hold her, but still loose enough that her circulation would not be cut off. She then placed her wrist in the smaller loop and trapped it in place. With Zendaya’s right leg and arm trapped as she desired, Mistress Zelda repeated the process on the left side before placing Zendaya’s ankles in the cuffs of the spreader bar. When she was done, Zendaya was trapped on her back, unable to use her limbs, and only able to rock from side to side, but was unable to turn onto her side, the combination of her elbows and spreader bar preventing it.

“You’ve been well behaved, Zendaya, so we’ll think of this as more of a maintenance session,” Mistress Zelda said as she admired her work. She then gathered four tall stands, each was sturdily built and heavy, as it took considerable effort on Mistress Zelda’s part to arrange them around the bound actress. Each stand curved gently near the top and ended with a large adjustable clamp. She placed two of them so the clamps were over Zendaya’s breasts, and the other two so they were over her inner thighs.

Next, Mistress Zelda retrieved four tall candles, each was easily two inches thick. One was red, one dark blue, one purple, and the last black. She set three of the candles down and held the red candle up in the clamp above Zendaya’s right breast. She began to slowly turn a nob until the clamp closed tightly around the candle. “There,” she said before picking up the dark blue candle and placing it in the clamp over the actress’ left breast. The last two candles were put in place over Zendaya’s inner thighs. Once all of the candles were in place, Mistress Zelda lit them with a match before blowing it out, filling her dungeon with the faint smell of sulfur. “There, I’ll be back in half an hour.”

It was then that Zendaya realized the purpose of how she had been left. Her mind raced. She had never tried wax play before, she was terrified that it would be painful. “What if a stand tips over? What if a candle falls and burns me?” her mind raced. “Mistress, please wait!”

Mistress Zelda stopped near the door and looked over her shoulder at Zendaya, seeing the panic on her face. She gave Zendaya a warm smile. “Don’t worry, those stands are very sturdy and placed at a safe distance from you. I promise, this is a sensation you will ultimately enjoy,” she said before leaving the dungeon.

“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,” Zendaya nervously said as her body began to tremble in nervous anticipation. Her eyes darted from one flame to the next, wondering when the first drops of wax would begin to fall. Finally, she saw beads of wax hanging from the edges of their candles, her breathing became more rapid as her eyes focused on the bead of wax hanging from the candle above her right breast. For the longest moment, it seemed to defy gravity, teasing her. Then it fell as if in slow motion, when it landed on her breast with a soft pop, the heat lightly seared her skin before cooling almost instantly. Zendaya hissed slightly as she let out the breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. Then, each of the candles seemed to join in, slowly dropping beads of melted wax on her body. What she found most surprising was the enjoyable sensation that flooded her body each time she felt the heat of the next drop of wax kiss her body. She let out a shuddering moan as droplets of wax landed on her inner thighs, one from each of the candles that had been left there.

The sensations were so overwhelming that Zendaya lost track of time. Between the heat of the wax and the constriction of her restraints, she found herself arching her back and moaning loudly as unexpected arousal built within her. Thoughts of everything else melted away, leaving only the intense sensations coursing through her body. Each drop of wax that fell on her skin was like a piece of liquid fire, searing her flesh before cooling into a soothing caress.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried out as the wax droplets began to dance across her nipples and sensitive inner thighs. The movement of the wax drops was both agony and ecstasy, swirling around her erect buds, and slowly moving down her thighs toward her shaven pussy. Already on the edge, she could feel an orgasm building within her, **** to break free from its bonds.

Mistress Zelda's voice brought her back to reality, as she moaned in frustration at the loss of attention on her slick core. "Good girl," Mistress purred, "I knew you'd enjoy it." The dominant woman came closer to where Zendaya lay, running her fingers through the smaller woman's glistening hair. "You're doing wonderfully."

Zendaya couldn't form words, panting heavily as arousal continued to build within her. Her body bucked against the restraints, begging for more sensation as the candles above continued their playful ****. She met Mistress's gaze, pleading with her eyes for release from this delicious torment.

Mistress Zelda chuckled lowly before blowing out the candles one by one. The last flame flickered out, casting them in semi-darkness once more. The sudden coolness that met Zendaya's overheated skin sent shivers down her spine as Mistress Zelda removed the partially melted candles from their holders, leaving trails of hardened wax behind. Mistress Zelda placed the candles in a large and shallow bowl before returning to Zendaya with a flat, dull metal blade that ergonomically curved to be comfortably held in the hand. The actress didn’t panic as the dominatrix knelt next to her and moved the blade close to her body. She had seen blades exactly like it in chiropractic videos, often used to encourage blood to an area of the body.

Mistress Zelda began to drag the dull blade over Zendaya’s skin, breaking the wax away. Whenever she got near one of her erect nipples, she gently used her fingers in place of the blade to free the wax. “How was it, Zendaya?”

“Incredibly arousing, Mistress Zelda.”

“I thought you’d enjoy it,” Mistress Zelda laughed as she freed Zenddaya from her bondage. “Come on, I’ll take you to write your letter.”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Zendaya said as she moved onto all fours before the dominatrix clipped the leash to her collar once more. She followed behind as they went across the waiting room and into the room with the antique writing desk.

Zendaya took a seat on the bench of the desk and dipped the writing quill carefully into the ink well and let the excess ink drip from the tip of the quill before moving it to the paper and began to write in neat strokes. “I’ll be back in an hour, Zendaya.”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Zendaya replied without looking up from her work.

One hour later, Mistress Zelda returned and found Zendaya kneeling in the corner of the room, her nose pressed into the crease of the two walls. “Turn around,” she said as she stood behind the kneeling woman. Without a word, Zendaya turned around and allowed the dominatrix to clip the leash to her collar once again. “Grab your letter, and let’s go.”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Zendaya replied as she crawled to the desk and grabbed her letter. As she crawled behind her strict disciplinarian back to the dungeon, she was extremely careful not to bend or crinkle her letter more than was necessary.

When they returned to the dungeon, Mistress Zelda undid the leash and sat on her throne. “Stand up and read.”

“Yes, Mistress Zelda,” Zendaya said as she sprang to her feet. She held her letter low in front of her and let out a calming breath. “Mistress Zelda, as you said, this session was not about punishment, but rather maintenance. A session to encourage my continued good behavior and discourage any bad behavior. That being the case, I can only apologize again for my failings in the past, and thank you again for punishing me then to correct my behavior, as well as thank you now for caring enough to give the the maintenance discipline we both know I need. I look forward to our future sessions. Yours, Zendaya.”

“Very good,” Mistress Zelda said as she stood and took the letter from Zendaya. “Get dressed and we’ll go to my office to make your next appointment.”

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