Submissive Submissions

Enclosed inside this steel door her mind couldn't help but wonder,

When the thing is supposed to start,

Panting for air,

Her forehead sweat begins to drip on the ground,

Tiny puddles formulated around her bare hands,

Pinned to the floor on all fours was an excruciating pain,

After being left there for over forty-five minutes or more her bones begin to shake,

Her knees burning red and her wrists weak,

She began to ponder,

Did her Dom get cold feet?

Enclosed inside this steel door her mind couldn't help but wonder,

When the "thing" is supposed to start...

Mistress begins to panic,

Frantically pacing back and forth smacking the riding crop against her heels,

Talking to her self aloud,

"You got his"

"You got this"

Coming back from a mental break for a few months Mistress had gotten in touch with her sensitive side,

A side that may not be good for business...

As of yesterday she was rehired at Purring Kitty Dungeon. A place she called home for years. Most of her regulars where excited for her return. They all stood in a single file line awaiting on the other side of the red velvet curtain. All prepared with toys in hand and ready to submit to Mistress. There was only one problem. Was Mistress doomed after reprograming her mind after a once in a life time summer retreat? Getting in touch with her softer more feminine side.

Her subs will soon be the first to find out. Head Mistress Bella walks in blazing in rage. "Twinx! What's going on in here? This is bad for business, Subs are lined up outside while your standing in here talking to yourself! What's going on?! Talk to me" Mistress Twinx began to studder but before she could get any words out Bella slaps her across the face. "There... Is that the boost you needed?" Mistress Twinx falls to the floor holding her cheek with a smile on her face. Not only did Twinx love to Dominate she also loves to be Dominated by fierce powerful women.

Mistress Bella stands over top of her and picks her up by the hair. Dragging her to the desk inside the room. She pulls down her pants and caresses her inner thighs. Sphering her long thick tongue between her lips. "I know what you need, relax baby I got you." Mistress Twinx falls face first onto the desk and closes her eyes. Moans begin to echo between the walls for minutes at a time. Both secretaries at the front desk gazed at each other when they knew what was up. After a few moments Mistress Twinx walks out buttoning her pants and detangling her hair. "Okay bitches let's go!"

Mistress walks into the room with her awaiting Sub on all fours. She walks to her wall of distressed joy toys hangs up her riding crop and picks up her bull whip. She turns around and cracks her whip back. (Crack!) This was how she let her Sub know that she was ready. Twinx walks over to her slowly. Cracking the bull whip back at every other step creating intensity. (Crack! Crack!) The submissive was so sensitive that she had already came on herself as Mistress Twinx balanced her joy for fear and slow build up.

This particular Sub was afraid of Mistress. She didn't need to do much to empress this Sub. Loud noises, breath play, mild choking between sessions was all apart of her game. She never did any hardcore play on this Sub. Mistress Twinx flogged her arms and legs slightly as she held herself up shaking. Yelling at her, calling her a slut. Making her beg for her release. After a while the Sub could no longer cum anymore, she was drained. Filled with sweat and welts her body couldn't take anymore. She submitted fully and carefully just like Mistress Twinx had trained her while also using her safe word.

Mistress Twinx finally let up and released her hands and feet from the ground. Congratulating her on a good session while rubbing her head against her shoulder. "You did good kid". Mistress was back in the game. After a few moments of hydration and picking out her next weapon she opened up the door to allow in her next Sub. Franky. Franky was a trained submissive who liked to do puppy play. She never saw Franky's face nor did he ever take off the mask during sessions. Mistress gave Franky a command. Nothing. Franky stood in the corner not saying a word. He stood still with his head turned slightly. Mistress yelled even louder, "Franky down boy!"

Mistress Twinx could feel that something was wrong. But as a trained Dom she knew she had to play along until she was able to reach the duress button under the desk. "How would you like some wax play today Franky?" Mistress walks slowly over to the desk where the candle sticks awaited lit. She could see her heartbeat on the outside of her chest as she walks over trying not to seem too rushed. With her back now turned all she could do was count how many steps it was going to take to reach the duress alarm.

Quietly, Franky pulled out a pocket knife from his belt and ran directly at Mistress. Stabbing Twinx over and over he yelled, "Never will you leave me again!" Franky had taken his obsession with Twinx too far. He was so distraught when she left for a few months that it drove him crazy, literally. He had to admit himself into an insane asylum for 90 days. The same amount of time that Mistress had been gone. The day of his release he didn't even go home he went straight to the kink store to pick up a new mask and a knife along the way. He was not going to let her out of his site this time.

Dripping in blood Mistress Twinx crawls on the floor inching towards the door. Blood dripping from her abdomen and mouth. "Please Franky, you don't have to do this". Franky removes his mask and bends down to get face to face. He grans Twinx by the back of the neck and kisses her roughly and sloppily before stabbing a few more times in the abdomen. Mistress Twinx looking up at the ceiling could feel her fingertips grow numb and her soul leaving her body once and for all. Her lifeless body falls to the ground and Franky stands over top of her howling as if he was a wolf under the full moon. This would be a night the Purring Kitty will never forget.

Enclosed inside this steel door her mind couldn't help but wonder,

Why did she return.....