Mistress Erica's Academy: (4 of....?)

Chapter 4 : A Delicious Agony

At the top of the stairs, I paused briefly in a moment of uncharacteristic indecision. Should I take Charlotte to the school room, the playroom, or should I take her straight to my bedroom? While I considered the delightfully kinky permutations of each possibility, I pulled the beautiful and willing Charlotte into my arms again. I crushed her ripe naked breasts to my crisp white shirt and grasped her nape tightly while my tongue invaded her sweet mouth. My other hand pulled her ass to me; I pushed one knee between both of hers to get at every inch of her I could.  As I moved my left hand around to slide deeply between her thighs, I decided. The schoolroom and the playroom could wait. I wanted Charlotte in my arms, in my bed.

As I pulled away from the kiss, Charlotte was trembling with excitement. Her hand was warm in mine as I led her down the hallway to my bedroom. I mounted the two small steps up to the door, and as I took the handle in my left hand, I gave Charlotte a silent, questioning look, as if to seek her consent one last time before we sealed our agreement, as it were. In answer, she pressed her hand and mine against her pubic mound, hard. I could feel the hot wetness of her, the need to give herself to me again. Without another word, I led her through the door and to my kingsize bed. The frame featured a large raised platform with a number of drawers that contained all of my favourite and carefully collected implements, toys, restraints and other goodies for naughty sluts and good submissives one and all. I led Charlotte to the side of the bed where my Great Chair sat. I dropped her hand and crossed to my chair and sat down.

“Welcome to your first formal lesson in submission, Charlotte. When We are in this room, when I am in this chair, We will observe a very formal protocol. I expect you to respond when you are spoken to with only Yes, Mistress; No, Mistress or I don’t know, Mistress. Is that understood, Charlotte?” I said in a pleasant but firm tone.

“Oh, yes Mistress!” Charlotte was eager to please, as I had known she would be.

“Good girl, Charlotte. Please come here and kneel for Me.” I beckoned to her, and showed her the pillow I had placed beside my chair for her. She sank gracefully onto her knees as I sat pulling on My long leather gloves. I had several such pairs, and I was very fond of them. They showed off my lovely hands and fingers as an added bonus to making a spanking really sting.

“You have done well so far, and I know you have much more in you to give me, don’t you slut?”

Charlotte looked at Me with eyes so dark with lust they appeared black.

“Yes, Mistress”, she said hoarsely. Her hands clasped her thighs, her nipples looked like raspberries and her lips were full and wet. She was breathing rapidly, and her skin was beginning to take on a slight sheen from the thin film of sweat breaking out on her breasts. Time to change things up just a little, then....

“Do you like My boots, Charlotte?” I asked, as I knew she had admired them for some time.

“Yes Mistress, I do! I love your boots...” and she dropped her eyes to study them as they sat before her on the floor of My bedroom.

“Then, Charlotte, I would like you to kiss My boots,’ I ordered her, and without warning, I pushed her beautiful face to the floor, inches from the toe of my left boot. She managed to land gracefully enough, and she tentatively pressed her lips to the edge of my toe.

“Charlotte! I said, KISS my boots!” I said crossly, and she immediately reacted by darting her tongue out and swirling it across the top of my boot, sucking on the soft black leather....an interesting development to be sure. Filing that away for later, I reached down and grabbed her ponytail rather harshly. I pulled her back into a kneeling position.

“Hands behind your back.  Cup each elbow with the opposite hand.” I directed Charlotte to rise to her feet. “Now, go lie across My bed, on your stomach, and don’t move your hands.” Charlotte rose quickly and did as she had been told. I remained in my chair, seemingly unmoved by the gorgeous site before me. I continued to regard the lovely submissive slut that lay waiting for a single word from me. Suddenly, I frowned.

“Spread your legs, Charlotte...sluts don’t stand with their feet together. That’s an important lesson. I expect you to remember it; there will be a test later. The problem is you won’t know where or when or who is going to test you, so you must be prepared at all times. Now, get your feet apart so that I can see how wet your pussy is.” She wiggled her feet  to shoulders’ width apart, and then wider. Perfect, I thought, gazing at the lovely sight of her sweet wet sex.

“Why Charlotte, I do believe that greedy cunt of yours thinks you deserve to cum again already. Is that correct? Do you want to cum again?” I asked her, standing up but making no move to cross to the bed. “Poor Mistress hasn’t even cum once yet, but the slut thinks she’s entitled to again? What a greedy pussy you have, Charlotte...” I all but purred. 

Charlotte hesitated, unsure for a moment what the correct response should be. After a long second, I heard her whisper.

“Thank you, Mistress.” It was not on the list of responses I had given her, but oh! It pleased Me nonetheless. I crossed to the bed to meet her, and I stood with My booted toes between her naked heels; I felt her pressing her ass back to meet the fabric of my black skirt. I stepped away quickly, unwilling to allow her that contact just yet. I dropped to my knees and slid open a drawer containing some of my favourite paddles. Each deep drawer was lined in lush purple satin. This one contained two different leather paddles, a riding crop and a black leather and suede flogger, among other things. I reached first for the smaller leather paddle.

It was quite a stiff rectangular paddle, shaped and sized nicely for my hand and capable of delivering quite a wallop  Additionally, the back side of the paddle was covered in soft faux fur; suitable for soothing a red behind in between blows. I had been imagining how sweet Charlotte would react to it for some time. There was no time like the present to find out. I swung the paddle down hard across her creamy olive cheeks and watched her jump, clench and squeal.

"Oh! Thank you Mistress!" she choked out. Without giving her much chance to recover, I swung the paddle hard at one inner thigh and then the other. She yelped and whined as she spread her legs wide and thrust her ass out, while her chest pressed hard against my bed. Pleased, I stroked her quivering ass with the soft black fur on the stiff paddle. 

"Good girl, slut! Now hold still...Mistress is going to really warm you up. And I want to hear you after each blow, too. I want to hear you say 'sluts get smacks', do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," she panted. "Sluts get smacks, Mistress!" She yelped again as the first blow landed just on the lower curve of her left ass check. Another blow to the right side followed  rapidly. 

"Tell me, slut. What do sluts get?" I asked Charlotte again as my paddle flashed down across the fullest part of her rapidly reddening ass.

"Oh...God, Mistress...sluts get slaps...SMACKS! Sluts get smacks..." Switching the paddle to my left hand, I gave five sharp slaps to each quivering cheek, getting more and more forceful each time. Charlotte's full cheeks were fiery red and she was drawing deep shuddering breaths to avoid crying out. Her fists clenched against the satin duvet cover beneath her slender fingers.
I rested my hand on her bright red ass and caressed it gently before sliding my hand beneath her. My fingers traced a path across the fullness of her hipbone as she fought the urge to squirm like a cat beneath my hand. When I found the slick wetness at her core, she moaned and tossed her head while my fingers sought her tight hot hole.

"Naughty girl,  Charlotte. I do believe that all of this spanking is making...you...WET!" My fingers found her opening and plunged deep inside her while my thumb stroked relentlessly at her throbbing clit. She was panting hard, shaking deeply as she fought against the demands my hand made of her pussy. 

"Yes, Mistress, please, Mistress, " Charlotte begged me. "I'm sorry Mistress, I'll be good. I'll be your good slut, just please let me cum!" Writhing, she nearly sobbed as her pussy soaked my hand. Abruptly, I withdrew it, and she keened in regret for a moment then lay shuddering on the bed. I leaned down across her body and placed my lips against the back of her neck. She arched against my mouth, trying to lure my lips to hers. Firmly I grasped her chin in my hands and forced her mouth to mine. I drove my tongue between those full lips and invaded her wet mouth. Over and over I made Charlotte take my tongue between her full lips, my fingers gripped in the thick hair at the base of her skull. Her reddened ass thrust upwards as she waited for another blow to fall, but I was done with spanking Charlotte...for now. 

'You've done well, slut. Let Mistress reward you," I urged Charlotte softly, as I removed my white shirtwaist to reveal the scraps of not quite coral lace and satin cupping my breasts. I stepped out of my black skirt and left my stockings and boots in place. I slid my upper body under hers, and guided that sweet mouth to my right nipple.

"Worship my breasts, Charlotte," I whispered. She moaned her assent through her busy tongue, licking and swirling around my rock hard nub. I enjoyed the delightful sensation of her teeth, her lips and tongue as she lost herself in pleasing me. She whimpered her disappointment as I pulled her mouth from my breast, only to sigh in pleasure as I lowered my left nipple into her waiting mouth. I used the high heels of my black boots to help me position myself so that my hot wet pussy was inches from the top of Charlotte's head. My knees were spread wide and bent as far back at the knees and hips as I could get them as I got myself into position. Charlotte remained glued to the top of my bed, though her hips pumped in frustration against her denied orgasm. Time she learned the most important lesson a submissive of mine needed to know; Mistress always cums first. I lowered my booted heels across her slender wrists, pinning her in place.

"Now, Charlotte, I want you to show me that you deserve this reward...look at me, slut! I want you to look at that magnificent pussy before you, and beg Me to let you worship it!" Charlotte's big brown eyes were glazed with lust as she looked at the feast before her. My folds were glistening wet from teasing and denying her; spanking and strapping her. It would not take more than a few quick licks to make me cum, but I would make her work for it. The longer I could delay my own orgasm, the more intense it would be for me. The more intense my orgasm, the more pleased I would be with her. It was a beautiful circle really, I thought briefly, before my hands pulled Charlotte's mouth hard against my cunt, and time stopped for a while as I came hard.

Charlotte's mouth lapped at the thick honey pouring from me as I spasmed against her tongue on my clit. Her lips suckled and I shuddered and came again. I was so going to enjoy having Charlotte's mouth and pussy and ass at my every whim for the next six months, I thought, as I floated back down to reality through a massive endorphin rush. However, if I didn't assign her a bedroom soon, I was going to be exhausted much of the time! First though, before I could sleep, I needed to reward my beautiful slut.

Mistress Erica's Academy (3 of.....?) An Eager Student

Chapter 3 : An Eager Student

Charlotte’s mouth was so sweet against mine. I kissed her demandingly, as greedily as a drunk at Communion. Her lips parted eagerly beneath mine, and my tongue invaded her mouth boldly. She whimpered deep in her throat as I parted her lips again and again with my demanding tongue.  I took her chin in my hand and looked appraisingly at her.

“You are a pretty slut, aren’t you?” I asked her softly. “Beautiful, really...” and I waited for her response. She in turn waited for my next command.  I could tell that the greatest part of starting Charlotte’s training would be getting her to forget everything she had been told that was not in line with my curriculum or methodology.

“Charlotte,” I rebuked her, “when I as your Mistress give you a compliment, what do you say?” She looked at me, silently. Of course, how could she know? She had been ‘dominated’ with insults, taunts and pain that had not ever been tempered by praise, reward or compliment. I resolved to have a word or half a dozen with this ‘Dom’ of hers, should I meet him again. 

Shaking my head impatiently, I swept the startled girl into my arms and across my knee. She was startled, and stiffened immediately, expecting something harsh to fall across her upturned ass, thighs or even her back. Instead, I soothed her as I would a startled horse or an anxious kitten. In long sweeping strokes, I caressed her wordlessly from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine until I felt her begin to relax where she lay across my thighs. I let my right hand slide down to cup that delicious butt of hers, so firm and round, while my left hand slid down along her neck and into her hair. I felt her sigh and exhale and as she did, she let her head drop and I felt the last of her fear drain away, replaced with a different kind of tension. Expectation, and anticipation, of the blow that was about to fall. I did not disappoint her.

I drew back my hand and spanked her right cheek hard, then pressed my hand tight against her ass where the blow fell. As Charlotte jerked against the spank, I wanted her to feel my hand rubbing and soothing her until it was time for the next spank to fall. She was squirming by the third spank. Her luscious olive skin glowed redder with each swat from my strong hand. As the rosy cheeks of her ass began to glow brightly, Charlotte’s breath grew ragged, and she began to pant ever so slightly in between each rapid smack.

“When I compliment you Charlotte, or when I give you a gift of correction & discipline, I expect your gratitude! You take a spanking so beautifully..

“Oh...thank you Mistress...I...please...” she groaned. I smiled to myself.

“Yes, pet, that’s a good girl. Thank your Mistress for correcting you after each *SMACK* this time, please, slut,” and unbeknownst to poor Charlotte and her reddening bottom, I picked up my favourite paddle where it had been waiting, unnoticed, at my feet. I turned the faux fur side towards my eager slut. I brushed it lightly across the fullest round curve of her ass, and it was all she could do not to lift her hips up to it...uh-oh! Naughty!  

Flipping the paddle in my hand, I brought the stiff leather side down sharply against Charlotte’s poor ass. She gasped and stiffened in shock at the sensation, but she did not pull away. She gulped air and choked out a muffled expletive before choking out her next words.

“Thank you...Mistress...oh..Mistress Erica, please...” Her need was ripe in the air between us. The musk of her arousal was evident to me, and I knew what she was begging Me for, but I so delighted in hearing it from those sweet lips.

“Please what, pet,” I teased, deliberately misunderstanding her entreaties. “Please smack that gorgeous ass of yours again? All right I will!” And I did, giving her another smack on her other cheek.

“Ahhhh! God...” she groaned. “If you want, Mistress...If it pleases you Mistress...let me please you Mistress!” she burst out. Ahhh....there it was. Charlotte had been conditioned to think that her sole purpose was to provide a release for her Master; I needed to change her mind fast. I still had not touched her firm taut breasts or even seen the sweet spot she was clenching between her thighs...

“Charlotte, pet, you’re doing so well, Mistress is so pleased with you. Do you really want to please your Mistress, Charlotte?” I spoke in a low sensual tone as I toyed with her lovely ass.

“Please, Mistress yes!” she gasped. Inwardly I smiled, and I gently slid my right hand down between the lush ripe cheeks of her ass and moved forward until my questing fingertips found the hot sweet wetness of her pussy. Her need was evident in the panting little breaths escaping her. She arched her hips against my lap, pressing her pubis against my thighs. At the time, I let it pass unnoticed, but I filed away the infraction for another time when I might need an excuse to spank that lovely ass. I slid my left hand from where it tenderly gripped the nape of her neck  to caress the diamond-hard points of her nipples. They were tight and erect beneath my pinching teasing toying fingers and each caress found her pressing her breasts more wantonly towards my hand. A few sharp spanks put her back into a quivering state of high arousal; every nerve was awake and straining to respond to my touch. I was delighted to oblige.

“Such a good girl, slut.” My words were caresses; she lifted her head proudly and met my eyes.

“Thank you, Mistress Erica” she breathed. Her eyes were bright, her lips were full and bruised with my kisses. She was proving to be a very eager student. I trapped one tender nipple between my thumb and forefinger; I rolled and teased and tormented it with my nails and fingertips. With my right hand I sought out the hot wet core of her; the hard aching kernel of need that was her clit. I stroked her gently as I bent my head towards hers; her back began to arch with lust and need.

“Then please Me, slut...cum for me, Charlotte...” I whispered fiercely, and I took a tender earlobe in my teeth. I bit down none too gently and she arched and bucked furiously against my hands. I pressed my thumb more firmly against her hard throbbing clit while my fingers sought the sweet hot honey wetness of her cunt. I pressed deeply, searching for the sweet spot as she spasmed against my hands. She came furiously, gloriously, lost in her own pleasure. Her face was bathed in ecstatic agony; her soft tight flesh pulsed helplessly against my probing fingers. Shw lost herself for awhile as pleasure swirled through her. As she calmed, I helped her from across my knees to curl up on my lap and in my arms, helpless and sated. Oh so gently, I brushed away a tear that trailed down her cheek.

“Why are you crying, pet?” I asked out of deep and genuine concern.

“I think...” she said hesitantly, “it’s because I understand now. Submission isn’t something you take from me...it’s something I choose to give to you, isn’t it?”

“Why, of course, pet!” I said, pulling her closer. “Sometimes, it will please me to deny you the chance to cum until after I am satisfied; at other times, it might suit me to see how many times in a row you can cum before you are begging me to STOP stroking you...”and she shuddered at the thought and her lips twitched upwards. “Always remember though, that you are choosing to surrender your control up to Me, as your Domme, because I know what is best for you. I know when you need correction, when you need punishment, and when you need praise and reward.” I shifted in my chair, and she turned to meet my eyes. I continued, “As your Dominant, I intend to provide you with training in submission, and to explore your limits, improve you as a submissive and discover what arouses you most...because seeing you take your pleasure so fiercely pleases Me, Charlotte!”

I bent her mouth to mine and kissed her passionately. She wriggled against me so that her nude breasts pressed  against the fine white cotton shirtwaist I wore. Her mouth yielded to mine, and she sucked eagerly at my tongue as I swept it across her bottom lip. I let my fingers tangle again in her glorious raven ponytail as I kissed her deeply once more. Breaking away, I put on a stern expression and looked at her appraisingly.

“Something occurs to me, young lady. I appear to be wearing entirely too much clothing. We need to fix that. Come with me!” I helped her to her feet, and with all thoughts of any assistance of an executive nature completely fled from my mind, I led a beautifully nude Charlotte up the central staircase to my bedroom so her lesson could continue.

Mistress Erica's Academy (2 of....?) Ch. 2 An Excellent Sign.

I sent Charlotte a brief email, asking if she might be available for and interested  in a position at my Academy. Of course I was interested in training her, but I also needed a good administrative assistant. Charlotte had told me she felt confined and stifled in her current job; I was certain I could offer her a much more stimulating environment with much more enjoyable benefits! She replied almost immediately that she would like to interview, and after a brief telephone call, we decided on just after noon that same day. Shortly before she was to arrive, I lit some scented candles in the lobby and checked my appearance in a large oval stand mirror beside the credenza.

My long copper hair lay on my shoulders in thick rich waves: my green eyes smouldered, surrounded by thick black lashes. I wore a favourite white shirtwaist, elegantly tailored to reveal my fair skinned cleavage and hug my waist before dropping into my tight black skirt. Black stockings and 5 inch black leather stiletto heels completed my look; the lingerie below had been chosen just as carefully. Eschewing tradition, I occasionally chose my lingerie from outside the shades between jet and obsidian. Today was such a day. The satin and lace that wrapped itself around my most sensual curves was a delightful pink that was almost coral. It fit me as though it had been made for me, and when I wore it, it did not matter a damn that ‘dommes wear black’; my position as Mistress has always had more to do with my demeanour and My mindset than with the colour of My underwear! As I continued to check my appearance, I saw that the barest edge of my satin bra was visible below the neckline of my blouse...perfect! Then, as now, I enjoyed dressing to provoke and tantalize  As I heard footsteps approach the front door, I turned to greet my guest.

“Hello, Charlotte, and welcome!” I said, as I opened the door to her for the first time, I was struck immediately by Charlotte’s beauty. Her olive skin and dark eyes combined with her long dark hair gave her such an exotic look. Immediately I flashed on an image of what our bodies would look like when they came together in passion & lust. She was as dark as I was fair; pure Latina to my Scots/Irish. Giving myself a mental nudge, I guided Charlotte to a chair in front of the fire, opposite the one in which I planned to sit. Charlotte’s hair was loose around her shoulders, and she was dressed in an earnest attempt to downplay her smoldering sexuality. Her top did not flatter her small firm breasts or her long neck; the dress slacks she wore did nothing for the ripeness of her ass, the fullness of her hips, and her shoes were boring and comfortable. She was going to be such a wonderful project! 

"Hello, Mistress Erica; thank you for your gracious invitation," she said, somewhat shyly, and her voice was so sweet and light. "I am very honoured that you think I might be an asset to your business. I brought all of my test scores from my diploma program, and I would be happy to show you what I can do before you offer me a position!' she concluded, somewhat breathlessly. I smiled and leaned in towards her slightly before I spoke. I noticed immediately that her body language was mirroring mine; she had leaned in towards me too. An excellent sign. 

"Well, Charlotte, I admit, I do have something of a hidden motive in asking you here today, but we won't discuss that just yet. First let me tell you something about this place. 3 months ago, I bought this property for the purpose of creating an Academy for the training of sexually submissive women and men to suit the purposes of other Dominants like myself, or those who wish to be in a D/s relationship with a partner who is not only experienced but is also highly skilled. The clients for whom I am training submissives are selected as carefully as the submissives are themselves. If a client will not submit to Me, I will not provide a submissive to that client, plain and simple." I sat back and watched Charlotte process this information. Beofre she had ended her relationship with her 'Master', he had told her that no true Dom would ever submit to anyone. That signaled more to Me about his need to control rather to to dominate, and I was right. 

Before deciding to take her as my first Worthy Cause, I had dug into Charlotte's backstory. I discovered that her so-called Master was no stranger to the BDSM scene in our city. He had been run off many a party and gathering for trying to split couples and promote chaos by seducing vulnerable submissive women. After breaking her limits, breaking her spirit, stripping her of everything dignified, he had tossed her aside without a second thought when she asked him to commit himself to her. His callous lack of regard for her emotional wellbeing convinced Me that he had no real knowledge or understanding of what BDSM meant. Instead, he saw it as a legitimate way for him to get off on hurting women. I found him completely loathesome even while I saw what she had found attractive. He had a swagger and a manner that few women could have resisted for long when he was turning on the charm and acting tender. Within 10 minutes of first setting eyes on Charlotte's former self-declared 'owner', I had decided that his custom and clientele would never be welcome in My place of business. Again, I turned my attention back to the dark beauty seated across from Me.

"As you know, Charlotte, I have had a number of Patrons that have been with Me since the very beginnings of My career as a domme. With the business in startup mode, I simply no longer have the time to take care of all of my clients properly. I will need to devote a great deal of My time to the actual training of the submissives. Many of the training sessions will be available for them to view, or indeed, to participate in. Of course, most of my clients and Patrons are submissives themselves, so they can serve right alongside the trainees. It will be excellent discipline for many of them. However, there is one particular Patron who has asked me to undertake the task of training a submissive for his exclusive use and pleasure. I call him lord Maximus Minimus. I believe it is his hope that once the training is complete, that his submissive will be his to collar. If I do My job properly, my lord Maximus will have a submissive upon whom he can absolutely dote, and who can challenge and rise to his most delightful perversities." I watched Charlotte's face carefully. Her eyes were wide and bright, moist lips slightly parted, and she hung on my every word. Perfect! I continued, 

"He is kind, but very strict. He is educated, intelligent, sensual and attractive. He is the only client I allow to top Me, Charlotte, and he has asked me to choose a woman for him. I would like to choose you." Her eyes grew wider, and I heard her draw a quick breath. "I would like you to be my executive assistant, yes, but more importantly, I would very much like you to consider joining Me here at the Academy, as a prospective submissive to my Lord Maximus.  You will stay with Me full-time; there is a room prepared upstairs that I think will suit you. You can arrange to have your furnishings put into storage; everything that you need here will be provided to you. When you are not helping Me with the running of the Academy, I will be guiding you on your way to becoming my Lord Maximus's perfect pleasure slut." I sat back in My chair and let My words sink in. I could tell that Charlotte was aroused at the thought; her pupils were wide, nostrils flared, and she was fighting not to squirm against her chair. Perhaps it was time to alert poor Charlotte just what she might be in for.

"Charlotte!" I made My voice sharp and curt, like the bossy domme I was. "Pay attention! This is important, and if you miss anything important, I might end up disappointed. I don't think you want me disappointed with you, do you?" my voice trailed away to a mere whisper as I lay one hand on her knee. She was beside herself, her body as taut as violin strings. She fought to stay in control and not throw herself at My feet. I was impressed; Charlotte obviously had much more to offer than her boorish 'owner' had ever known.

"I want you to understand Charlotte, that this is not 'slavery', or indenture, or an internship or anything but the chance for you to live for the next six months as one of My full time live in submissives. At the end of six months, you will be free to move out of the Academy, though I hope you will continue to function as my executive assistant, and we will discuss your salary at that time. However, if you do decide to take me up on my offer, please understand that at no time will you be obligated to give your submission to anyone but Me. I will ask that you meet my lord Maximus, but the training contract will be between you and Me only. I know that I have given you a lot to think about. If you'll excuse me for a moment, I will bring us some coffee from the kitchen. Think about my offer", I urged, as I got up to leave the room.

In the kitchen, I found heavy stoneware mugs, since I preferred a substantial cup of coffee to a tiny thimblefull. I placed sugar, cream and spoons on a tray, poured us each out a cup of coffee, and placed a few biscotti on a plate. After placing in in the middle of the tray, I returned to the foyer and my guest. Immediately, Charlotte's decision was apparent.

Gone was the loose flowing hair; Charlotte had pulled it back into a high ponytail that fell down her back. She no longer sat, but knelt beside the chair I had just vacated. Her back was straight; her nipples painfully erect. She strove to stay still and look elegant, but her face was somehow wrong. She kept her eyes resolutely on the floor as I approached, unruffled by her nudity. The clothing she had shed sat, neatly folded, on the chair she had given up. She had both hands behind her back; each hand clasped the opposite elbow. She looked so elegant and beautiful; Maximus would adore her. I set the tray down on the coffee table, and silently studied her for a moment as I stood before her. I read in her body how badly she wanted this; how very aroused she was, and yet she seemed oddly unhappy.

"Charlotte." This time, my voice was barely above a whisper. I sat in My chair, she knelt at My side. Her eyes flicked to my face and immediately away. Her cheeks coloured and her body grew rigid. Inwardly I raged. I knew what this was about. I turned in my chair to face her. I put my hands on my own knees, tucked my right foot behind my left ankle and took a deep breath. I reached out my hand to ever so lightly caress her cheek. "Tell me what's wrong" I commanded gently.

"Mistress...when I raised my eyes without permission..." she began, as her eyes filled with tears.

"Stop...wait..." I whispered, and I dropped my hand to fondle the side of her neck, her collarbone, her oh so delicate throat. "Is this what you are afraid of Charlotte? That I will choke you? Frighten you? Subjugate you?" My fingers slid sensuously across her chin, her lips, and she visibly shuddered with arousal at my touch. Suddenly, she straightened...her back arched ever so slightly towards me, her painfully erect nipples thrust proudly forward.

"No Mistress," she breathed, as she raised her eyes, at last, to meet Mine. "I will never be afraid of you. I will offer you my submission, because you are strong enough to take it. You will treasure it and treasure me...won't you?" she pleaded.

"Yes, pet,' I breathed, as I drew her in to me. My strong small hand moved to tangle in her hair, and I brought her sweet wet mouth to mine. "You will be Mine, won't you? My good girl? My slut?  My good slut?"

"Yes, Mistress, oh yes!" she moaned between kisses. "I will be your Good Girl! Please can I be your Good Girl?" 

And thus began Charlotte's first lesson.