Hey ya’ll. This is my first story and my first post here! I’d love to receive feedback and maybe some input on where to take this story.
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It would be her 30th birthday in a week. She locked her car and checked if the cash she had withdrawn from her account earlier and a folded piece of paper were still in her left back pocket. Elizabeth scanned the environment before she walked the short distance from her car to the entrance of a club which was located in the outskirts of the city she had been living in for three years now. She was casually dressed. A blue pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, grey socks and yellow sneakers. The weather was fair and she didn’t need a jacket. She wouldn’t be wearing any clothes in a few minutes time anyway.
The 29 year old woman rang the bell and waited for a short buzz or an employee to open the door manually. She had a quick glance at her reflection in the door. She saw a petite brunette woman, white porcelain skin, blue eyes and red lips. She was conventionally attractive and it was relatively easy for her to get the attention of men and boys alike. The latter, she thought to herself, of course only applied in the classroom and was strictly non-sexual in nature. Elizabeth has been working as a high school teacher for three years now. She graduated from college with top grades and a degree in political science. By now, she was well settled into her job. And also approaching 30 faster than she’d like to.
Finally, she heard a thin buzz sound. Pushing against the door she entered the lobby of the city’s BDSM club. It was her first time in this vicinity but she had fantasized about visiting a professional dominatrix ever since she was 20 and got introduced to BDSM by her best friend. While it wasn’t hard for her to find a suitable partner outside the red light district she desired the full package. The anonymity, the lack of relevance of social strata and status. She didn’t want to be called Ms. Hart for a while… it was another name she desired to be called.
A female voice snapped her out of her mind. “Hello and welcome! What can I do for you?” The voice belonged to a woman slightly older than Elizabeth. She had blonde hair and her skin looked like leather. “I-I booked session with a dominatrix. Laura was her name” Elizabeth replied, a little bit nervous about the whole ordeal.
The receptionist put on a reassuring smile and replied “I see. If you would follow me, her room is located in the basement.” With that, the older woman led the way towards the stairs. Elizabeth followed and soon she found herself in a dimly lit hallway leading to a spacious. illuminated room with red walls and a big red couch was positioned in front of the wall the farthest away from the room’s open door.
“Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable. Laura will arrive soon.” the receptionist said and with that, the young girl entered the room. The dominatrix extended her hand for a handshake and introduced herself as “Laura”. Her Romanian accent was notable but her command of the English language was decent enough to allow for communication.
Elizabeth was intimidated by her. There she was, sitting in front of a barely 18 years old girl that could be one of her students. Laura’s appearance was the complete opposite of hers. Whereas Elizabeth’s pale skin made her look almost regal, Laura had brunette hair and brown eyes and a tan. She almost looked like a commoner. But it was exactly that what attracted the 29 year old woman to this girl. Also, there was this air of authority and dominance she so naturally had at the young age of 18 years.
Elizabeth’s headtrip was again interrupted by the receptionist. “Your session will go on for 120 minutes. That’ll be $500.” Ms. Hart nodded and stood up to get the money out of her back pocket. She handed the notes to the receptionist, which left the room soon after. “Have fun!” she said in a cheery tone as she returned to her post upstairs.
The woman then handed the folded piece of paper to her new domme who immediately started to study what revealed itself to be a neatly handwritten letter addressed to her.
*“Dear Mistress,*
*I thank you for allowing me to serve under your boot and follow your every command. I’m a 29 year old woman who is longing for domination, humiliation and degradation. Among other things I would like to explore body writing, humiliation, degradation, footplay, all sorts of pain (spanking, clamps, pumps) and rough sex in today’s session. During our phone call you asked to me think of a safeword. My choice is “red”. More importantly though, I promise to serve you with the best of my ability and resign my bodily and mental autonomy to you.*
*Respectfully,*
*Elizabeth A. Hart”*
The teenage girl nodded and put the letter down while Elizabeth was once again spaced out. “This is dirty” she thought to herself. “Dirty and kinky. I haven’t been this wild since college” she added and snickered. She was brought back to reality when her mistress’s hand left a red mark on her left cheek. “You’re only allowed to laugh when I say so” the Romanian girl barked at her slave. “I’m sorry mistress” the older woman replied meekly.
Laura appeared even more intimidating than before. She was wearing black knee-high boots and black underwear. Iron chains connected her bra with her panties.
“Before we go into the dungeon, I want to see what I’m working with.” Laura broke the silence and continued after a short pause “So take off your clothes Elizabeth.”
“Yes ma’am” Ms. Hart replied and immediately began to take off her shirt. She quickly revealed a purple bra under her t-shirt and moved on to on her shoes, which she put next to the couch.
In the meantime, Laura organized a box, which she put on the table before which her slave stood. “Put your clothes into the box.”
“Yes mistress.”
The teacher did as she was told and neatly folded her shirt before putting it on top of her shoes, which she had moved into the box before. Next, she stripped off her jeans which she again folded and placed in the box. She was now standing in front of her mistress wearing only her purple underwear and grey socks.
Laura lounged forward and made eye contact with her subject. “You know slave, that purple is the color of the sexually frustrated, right?” she asked with a smirk on her face.
“Yes mistress, I do” her slave replied as her cheeks turned red in embarrassment. She continued sliding out of her underwear and finally she was slipping off her socks, which she placed on top of her clothes.
“Get on your knees and face me.” her mistress said after Elizabeth completed her first task successfully. “What is the safeword?” she was asked and replied promptly with “‘red’, mistress.”
“Very good.” Laura responded and came a little closer. She mustered Ms. Hart’s small but perky breasts and reached out for her slave’s nipples to twist them both. Elizabeth tried her best to not make a pained facial expression but she couldn’t stop herself from letting out a yelp as the young girl in front of her slapped her.
“Silence” Laura reminded her sharply and grabbed Ms. Hart’s worn socks. “Open your mouth.” With that she pushed the socks into her mouth. “And put your arms behind your back!”. Ms. Hart did as she was told, tears already flowing across her cheeks.
“You’re crying already? Pathetic.” Laura remarked as she produced a black leather collar which she swiftly put around her toy’s neck and locked it. She then remained idle for a few seconds before she slapped her slave again.
“What do you say?” she shouted at her and the older woman replied almost immediately “Thank you mistress. I’m sorry for not showing my gratitude earlier, mistress.”
“That’s what I thought, bitch.” Laura muttered and turned around.
“We’re going into the dungeon now. You are to keep your head low and will keep at least five steps distance from me. Now grab your shit and follow me you useless slut.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6vxda6/ff_bdsm_the_subjugation_of_ms_hart_part_1