I knelt in front of Katie’s chair for what seemed like hours. Maybe it was only minutes. Desire, hope, and fear scrambled my senses. I could hear her behind me, moving around, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. I tried to make sense of what I was hearing. It seemed like she might be pacing back and forth. Her steps lacked rhythm. She was taking her time. Ambling. Watching.

At some point, my curiosity got the better of me, and I turned my head to see what was going on. That turned out to be a big mistake. Katie had set a trap for me, and I had walked right into it.

I heard her voice, now stern and angry. She said, “Who the fuck said you could move, Puppy? Who told you that you could look at me?”

Ice formed in my veins. Panic engulfed me. “W-W-Well, no one. I was just curious, I guess.”

“Hmmm. Well, you know what they say about curiosity. It's a good thing you're a puppy, not a cat. Still, I think it’s time for a little lesson. I told you to kneel there and not to move a muscle. I was very specific about it. When I command you to wait for me like that, you will remain motionless. You will not try to take a peek at me. In fact, you will never look at me without my permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes. I think so.”

“This is a good time for you to learn how punishment will work around here. Pay attention, Puppy!”

She was still somewhere behind me. I longed to see her, but there was no way I was going to look. Not again. I remained where I was - frozen in place.

“Every punishment will consist of three parts. First, I will tell you what you’ve done wrong. Second, you will apologize for your transgression. Third, I will determine what punishment you deserve and administer it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I do. I apologize for looking at you without permission. I didn’t realize that was wrong. I’ll be more careful next time.”

“Okay – that was a good apology, and I accept it. Now, as to punishment. I know you’re new to this, and you didn’t realize there was a problem, so I’ll go easy on you. I would normally give you a minimum of six swats, but I’ll limit it to two tonight. I need you to understand that there is always a price for failure.”

“Thank you, Katie.”

“When we are in the middle of a scene like this, you will not call me Katie. You will call me ‘Miss’, ‘Mistress’, or ‘Goddess’. You may choose. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Good Boy. Don’t forget that. Now, reach out and grab the legs of my chair. They’ll make excellent handholds. I don’t want you to move when I do this. Yes – just like that. Very good.”

The legs were polished wood. They felt smooth and comforting. My mind was in complete chaos. It felt nice to have something solid to hold on to. Something familiar in an unfamiliar world.

“Now, I want you to stick your pretty ass in the air, as high as you can, and keep it there. Yes. Just like that.”

I felt her pulling down my panties. Slowly.

I have to admit I was terrified at this point. I had no idea what was coming, but I didn’t think it would be pleasant. Still, I had chosen this path. I was determined to walk it.

“Now, I’d like to introduce you to my little helper, Miss Sarah. You need to give her a hello kiss.” And with that, she stuck something in front of my face. A shiny black cane with a leather loop at the end. It took me a moment, but I recognized it as a riding crop.

I hesitated. She placed it nearer my face. I could smell the sweet, musky aroma of leather. That smell had always affected me for some reason. It was a smell that had accompanied humankind for thousands of years. It was timeless - the unchanging smell of history. I inhaled deeply, and savored it. In time, that smell would become synonymous with her dominance. The smell of her riding crop - a cinnamon-colored arm binder - tall, black leather boots with murderous spiked heels – the chair I was kneeling in front of - a belt I'd have to kiss before it splashed pain across my ass and back - a cruel tan-colored muzzle that covered the lower half of my face and featured a black silicone cock that filled my mouth. That was all in my future. For now, I stuck my lips out to kiss the leather. It electrified me. That kiss made my submission manifest. I made it last until she took Sarah from me. My body quivered. I was afraid, but that fear was tempered with excitement and anticipation.

“Nicely done! Sarah likes you, and wants to welcome you to her world. Now I’m going to use her to stimulate the skin back here. It’ll get the blood pumping, so your little puppy ass will be nice and sensitive. You have such a nice, muscular ass. I want you to feel everything.”

I soon felt the leather loop tracing circles on my ass cheeks. It felt wonderful. She used it carefully – lightly, like a prolonged and tender kiss. She teased my skin, gently waking each nerve fiber, one by one. Goosebumps erupted everywhere she went. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Desire soon overwhelmed my fear, and I ached for more. She kept it up for a while, playing with me, teasing me, and making me hunger for it. Now and then, she gave me a playful smack or two, then resumed her teasing.

Then she brought the cane portion of the crop into play. I had noticed it earlier. It was shiny, black, and unyielding. It seemed to radiate power. She was a queen, and this was her scepter. She began using it on me - pressing it between my cheeks, probing - separating - controlling. She made me feel how firm and dangerous it was, while violating my most private areas. She was in control. I couldn't hide, and I had no power to stop her. I had to be honest with myself; I had no desire to stop her. I wanted this. I needed it.

After some time, she said, “There now. I think Puppy’s just about ready. When I strike you, you are to hold onto that chair and try not to move. Do not try to protect your ass. Don’t even think about trying to avoid what I do, or your punishment will double. Also, do your best not to make any noise. Nobody needs to hear a silly puppy like you whine. I know that’s hard, but try to take it like a man.”

“Yes, Miss.”

"I guess I should warm up first. I need to take a few practice swings. Be patient, Puppy. I'll get to you soon."

SWISH.

That sound terrified me.

SWISH.

I wanted to run. I gripped the chair tightly instead.

Then things got very quiet. Time stretched as I waited, anticipating her next move. I could hear the seconds tick by on a decorative wall clock.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

I wanted to turn around and see what she was doing. I imagined her standing over me, licking her sweet red lips in anticipation - but that's how I'd gotten into this situation in the first place. I remained still.

SMACK!

I felt a sudden flash of pain on my left cheek. It was very intense - a burning pain that seemed to spread and radiate. The nerves she had aroused were now doing her bidding, punishing me with pain, just as she had intended. I gripped the chair more tightly, controlling my reaction. My breathing became more rapid.

“Good job, Puppy. You kept quiet, and you didn’t move. Now, let’s do the other one.”

Again, she waited. The clock stood by, counting the moments and marking my anticipation. Fear and desire coursed through my body. I shivered.

SMACK!

I felt another flash of pain, on my right cheek this time. It seemed to multiply the pain from the first strike. The fire blazed across my ass – quickly growing and spreading. I let out a muffled grunt, but that didn’t seem to be a problem.

“Good job, Puppy! You did really well for your first time. Your punishment is over, and you are forgiven. You can let go of the chair, and let your sweet little ass drop back down.

“Do you have anything to say, Puppy?”

My brain was overwhelmed. I had no idea what she wanted. “No. I don’t think so.”

She sighed. “Well, look. I just gave you a lesson. That lesson will help you be a better sub. It is a gift I’ve given to you. Don’t you have anything to say?”

“Thank you for the lesson, Miss.”

“Very good. You’re welcome, Puppy. And pull up your panties. I want you to dress for success.”

She laughed, and I obeyed. Now that that ordeal was complete, I saw Katie move to stand in front of me.

“Are you ready to worship my Pussy now?”

“Oh yes, Miss. Please.”

She sat down in her chair. I could see she wore green pumps with stiletto heels and black stockings. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t dare look up to see the rest of her outfit. Perhaps I should have asked her for permission, but I was just too new at this game to understand the rules, so I held my tongue.

She put her hand in my hair and pulled my head upward. She placed her other hand under my chin. She used this method to position my face just inches from her pussy. It was so beautiful. The lips were wet. I could see her excitement - slick and shiny and waiting for me. So close. Her bush had been waxed away, all except for a little heart-shaped patch of reddish hair at the top. For some reason, I wanted to kiss that little patch. I wanted to feel it on my lips.

“Do you like what you see, Puppy? Would you like to give me a little lick?”

That, and about a thousand other things. I was looking at heaven, and I was willing to die to get there.

“Yes, please, Miss. Please let me lick you.”

She laughed derisively. “Not yet, Puppy. You didn’t think it would be that simple, did you? I still have more games to play with you. You haven't earned your reward yet.”

I nearly cried out. I wanted her so much. Any little bit would suffice. I'd waited so long for it, and I couldn't believe she was denying me again. What did she want from me? How much suffering would it take to please her?

“You may move just a little closer. Get as close as you can without touching. I want you to smell it for a little while before you start. Breathe deep. I want you to work up a good, hearty appetite before I feed you.”

I did so. She smelled heavenly. Not only her natural scent, but she had sprayed a little perfume somewhere down there. Her scent filled me with desire. It triggered lust on a level I'd never experienced. Even the lust I'd felt earlier in the evening, when she'd made me smell her panties, paled in comparison. She was right in front of me. The smell was stronger, fresher, hotter. I was scant inches from her. If I didn't have her soon, I'd go mad. I had no doubt of it.

“Now move back a little, and watch this, Puppy.”

Suddenly she put her hand right down between my nose and her sweet mound. I could see her delicate fingers and her shiny, fiery red nails. I fixated on those nails. They were kept fairly short, but they were perfectly manicured. The color was the color of lust. The color of an explosive orgasm. The color of pure, unadulterated feminine power. She gently began stroking herself. She moved her fingers in a gentle, circular motion, letting out an occasional moan. It was fascinating to watch what those fingers were doing, but they were keeping me from my sweet, wet prize.

“I have a little fantasy, Puppy. Would you like to hear it?”

“Yes, Miss. Please tell me.”

“When we were on that video call earlier, I was fantasizing that I was a witch - an evil sorceress intent on enslaving you. I imagined that the juices from my pussy were a powerful love potion that could destroy a man’s free will. I’d soaked those panties in it. I had cast a spell that distilled the essence of my orgasm and my power right into them. They seemed harmless and innocent, but they were a deadly trap for any man who came in contact with them. And I had someone you love bring them to you. You didn't suspect a thing.

“When I tricked you into smelling them, my spell started working. It seeped into your lungs and your sinuses. It started confusing your poor little brain. The blood all moved to your cock, and suddenly, you couldn’t think straight anymore. Your cock started to do the thinking for you. One little whiff, and you were already doomed. I enjoyed seeing that hit you. Watching you slowly falling prey to my power.

“When I commanded you to lick them, you weren’t able to understand the danger you were in, and so you obeyed - poor, silly puppy. When you licked those panties, a little of my potion entered your system and really started kicking in. I made my potion taste so sweet, puppy. You longed for more of it, and lapped it up like a foolish beast. It made you so very weak and vulnerable. You couldn't stop yourself. No one could have stopped you. You would have killed for more of it. You consumed it, while it consumed you.

“When I commanded you to wear those panties, you tried to resist. Some tiny part of your brain still worked and was warning you of the danger. You tried to protest – to struggle – but you were already doomed. I just cast a simple obedience spell on you, and you fell completely under my power. You pulled them up, so nice and tight. My potion soaked into your cock and your balls and finished the job. You no longer had the strength to resist me. You came here tonight because of the spell I put on you. You had to come here. You were enchanted. You were summoned. You had no choice.”

She used her free hand to lift my face, and she looked directly into my eyes. Her hand remained on my cheek.

“But Puppy, I should be fair and tell you that the small amount of potion you’ve taken isn’t permanent. You could still run, and its effects would wear off after a while. You could still escape your fate. It would take time, and you would be horribly sad, but it would eventually get better. There's still time, darling.

"But if you stay and choose to drink the potion directly from my pussy, you will be forever under my control. You will never escape me. Ever. You'll be addicted to my juices. You'll crave them constantly. You'll need to drink from my enchanted fountain every day, for the rest of your life. If you stop, your body will ache, and you'll eventually shrivel up and die. You’ll be mine as long as you live. And I will rule you. You'll have to pay a terrible price for your addiction.

“Isn’t that a lovely fantasy?”

“Yes, Miss. It’s very erotic.”

“But think, puppy! Don’t you think there might be some truth to it? Haven’t I already seduced you, and controlled you, and summoned you here? Poor puppy! I've tried to warn you, but you still ache to taste me, even though you’ll lose your free will and be my slave forever. All I have to do is move my hand and let you drink. My hand is here because I love you, and I’m trying to show you mercy. I’m giving you one last chance to run. Use your head, Puppy. Leave now! Freedom is as close as my front door. Save yourself while you still can.

“Which do you choose, Puppy? Should I keep my hand where it is, and let you keep what’s left of your poor, pathetic freedom, or should I move my hand, and let you enslave yourself? I know it's hard, after all I've done to you, but you need to think very carefully. You need to choose wisely. Right now.”

“Please move your hand, Mistress. I'm not afraid. Let me drink the potion. Please. I need to taste you! I’d give anything to do that. I need to be your slave. It's the only thing I want to do.”

She touched my hair so lovingly. The lust I felt was mixed with gratitude and peace. I could feel her love, stroking me so gently.

“Oh, my poor puppy is so weak. So very weak. Just the way I wanted you to be. Just the way I made you. Very well. If you want it, I'll give it to you. I’ve gotten my pussy nice and warm for you, Puppy. I’ve made some more of my sweet potion for you. You have chosen your own downfall. Now drink, and be my slave forever,” and with that, she withdrew her hand.

I had intended to show Katie how gentle and loving I could be on this first encounter, but when her fingers moved away, something snapped inside my brain. A simple spark of lust suddenly ignited an inferno of pent-up desire. Instead of being gentle and loving, I fell on her like a wolf. I couldn’t help myself. An animal hunger demanded satisfaction. I knew what was happening, but I couldn't control it. I was possessed.

I heard Katie gasping somewhere, a thousand miles away.

I expected her to reject such rough treatment and push me away, but she didn't. Instead, I felt her hands grab my head and pull me in even harder. I reached up and wrapped my hands around her thighs, using them as leverage for my assault. I felt the silky tops of her stockings and the ruffled satin straps of her garter belt. Those sensations added spice to my meal. I was licking and sucking. I was sticking my tongue into her. I found her clit and began devouring it. I was everywhere at once. I was an invading army, storming her beaches, and she had no defense.

Slowly, I became more aware of the noises coming from above. She didn’t sound like my sweet Katie at all. She sounded like a wild animal caught in a trap. Desperate. Wounded. She was engulfed in a sweet agony, too powerful to resist. Normally I would have been concerned about her. I would've wanted to be sure she was happy. Judging from the noises she was making, I really wasn’t sure whether she was enjoying it or not, but for once in my life, I didn't care. My hunger and desire drove my actions.

Meanwhile, she kept jamming my face into her sweet, hot valley, harder and harder. I could feel the heat. I could taste her pleasure.

Eventually the sounds she was making changed. She began cursing a blue streak. I remember her screaming, "Eat me, you mother-fucking bastard!" and "Suck my clit, you dirty little whore!" And then things started getting even wilder. Her words were just an incoherent stream of pure, unadulterated filth. I'd never heard anything like it. It was the perfect score for the scene we were enacting, and it drove me to even greater lust.

I could feel her body coiling up like a spring, tighter and tighter. And suddenly she let go. What she was doing couldn’t be called moaning. It was more like an injured wolf howling at the moon. I became aware of huge amounts of cum flowing out of her, covering my face. It was incredible. I drank every sweet drop she offered, and lusted for more. I gladly gave the sorceress my freedom. What use did I have for it without her?

It went on for so long. I would think she was done, but then she'd start up again. Over and over. Sometimes it was hard to breathe, but I kept going. My tongue hurt, and my jaw was sore. I needed to stop, but there was no way I was leaving this slick little piece of paradise. I'd die here if I had to.

Eventually I felt her body relax as the wave finally receded. She had given me every drop she had. There was nothing left. She was vanquished. Destroyed. Ravaged. I heard her muttering incomprehensible things. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head away. Then she released her grip and started stroking my hair instead. She was sweating and gasping for air, and so was I. I looked at that sweet pink battlefield. She was swollen and drenched with cum. After a moment, I collected myself and leaned forward. I kissed her labia gently and lovingly. I drank what little remained, but eventually ran out of her sweet, slippery juices. I didn’t want to stop, but I knew she would be very sensitive now. I didn’t want to ruin things for her.

The feral noises she had been making slowly transformed into sighs, and finally into peals of laughter.

When I looked up, she was leaning way back in the chair with one hand on her forehead.

“Oh my God, honey, what the fuck was that?”

I leaned back on the hardwood floor, still kneeling, but sitting upright. I looked at her and started laughing.

“Well, I’m not sure, darling. But I have a theory. I think it goes back to those magnets you told me about.”

"You and I have been attracted to each other since the first night at Mike’s party. Your north pole wanted my south pole, and vice versa."

“You erected barriers between us, keeping us apart. We were still attracting each other, but we couldn’t join up like we needed to. You’ve slowly begun removing those barriers, and tonight, when you moved your hand away, there was nothing left between us, and then…”

SMACK – I clapped one hand against the other. Katie actually jumped a bit.

“There was nothing to stop us, and we were finally able to join. So now the sorceress has gotten her wish. I drank your potion, darling. It’s coursing through my blood. I'm addicted, enchanted, and I am your slave forever. I can’t escape, and won’t even try. I'm exactly where I want to be. My South is firmly stuck to your North, and nothing can pry us apart.”

She laughed and said, “You know, I think you may have the answer, you fucking maniac.” She smiled so warmly. Her expression was one of pure joy and affection. I felt love radiating from her. It warmed and soothed me, and I was so happy she had chosen me for her pet. She reached out and tousled my hair.

“Listen,” she said, “that was a hell of a thing you just did to me. I don’t remember ever feeling anything like that before. It was so intense that I lost myself completely in it. And it just wouldn't stop. I lost count after a while. I can honestly say it was the best cum I've ever had. So thank you, sweetheart. You were wonderful.”

“That being said, please don’t ever do that again. I think you may have bruised my poor little cootchie.”

I started laughing again. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, and I don’t think I could do that again if I tried. It was like I was standing there watching myself do it. I didn't seem to have any control at all. I’ll definitely be a lot more gentle in the future. Anyway, I think my ass and your cootchie could probably compare stories right now. I can’t imagine taking six swats from that crop.”

“Oh, I’m sorry you didn’t like Sarah. She’ll be so sad. She likes you. In fact, when I was punishing you, she tried to get me to keep going. She wanted to keep licking you and touching you. She told me she could make you cry if I just gave her the chance. She wanted that. She ached for it. She wanted to hear it and see it. But I told her no; a deal is a deal. She's always been a greedy little bitch, and I have to watch her every minute, so she doesn't get out of hand. Really, though, she’s not so bad once you get to know her. I think you'll learn to love her over time, the way she loves you. I think you’ll learn that you can endure an awful lot if I require it of you. And make no mistake, puppy, I certainly will.”

She told me that it would be proper for her sub to worship her feet at a time like this, so I did. Apparently, she required me to perform a formal ritual. First I kissed the tops of her shoes. I made sure to cover them thoroughly. They were satin, and I could feel the texture on my lips. Then she leisurely lifted each foot in turn, and I licked the bottoms of her shoes, and sucked on those dangerous spiked heels. She and Sarah guided me through the process, and seemed to relish every step. So did I. I felt degraded and humiliated doing it, but I also felt my erection throbbing against the silky fabric I was forced to wear. Pre-cum had started leaking as soon as I began the ritual, and continued until the end. Worship was the proper name for it. Katie was my Goddess, and I had devoted myself to serving her now.

Eventually, she let me sit on the floor and rest my head against her legs. I felt the nylon of her stocking against my cheek. It was so tight and sexy. I asked if I could kiss her leg, but she denied me. She said we both needed to rest for a while. I understood, but it was terrible. I was so close to that shiny black fabric, and I needed to cum soon. I was aching for it. Eating that gorgeous pussy had nearly driven me insane with lust. I needed release. I needed to kiss and lick and fondle and feel.

My emotions were still raging around, completely out of control. She spent some time petting me and soothing me like a golden retriever, and saying what a Good Boy I was. It was heavenly. Every time she used those words, a wave of warmth and joy rolled through me. She’d said she’d used hypnosis. Was this the result? If so, I didn’t care. This was where I belonged. I still needed relief, but I felt a peace I'd never known before. If this was what submission felt like, I couldn't wait to experience more.

After we had spent a little more time just sitting like that and talking, she said, “Well, there are some other things I’d like to do tonight. For one thing, I really want to pay you back for what you just did to me. I plan to drain your balls till you beg for mercy. And I'm not feeling very merciful tonight.”

I gazed up dreamily at the Goddess and smiled. “Yes, Mistress. That would be nice.” In truth, I really just wanted to sit there and be with her. I loved her so much, and I wanted this moment to last forever.

Suddenly she snapped her fingers and broke the spell.

“Puppy, here are your orders. Pay attention. I want you to take your things to my bedroom now. Wash your face and brush your teeth. Take off those panties and throw them in the pink hamper in the bathroom. I’ll teach you how to hand-wash them properly tomorrow. You also need to find a washcloth in the bathroom cupboard and clean up all that mess where the panties were, ‘cause it’s pretty gross. Wash your pits and anything else that needs cleaning. You will need to learn to groom yourself meticulously. I want you spotless. Also, I notice you have some stubble. Shave that off. You'll need to start shaving twice a day. I may want to ride your face, and I don't want to feel that. When you’ve done all of that, get into bed and rest for a bit. I’ll be along soon. And don’t go snooping in my drawers."

“No worries, I’d never do that. Do you need me to help you with something out here?”

She laughed. “No, I’m just not entirely certain I can walk yet. I'm still feeling pretty shaky."

She smiled at me and stroked my face. "To be serious for a moment, honey, I need to take care of a couple of things for work. It shouldn’t take more than a half hour or so. Just take a little nap if you like, and I’ll be in there soon to deal with you. Now scoot.”

“Oh ok. I understand.

“By the way, can I take off this collar now? I feel pretty silly wearing it.”

She looked at me for a while without speaking. Her face conveyed a range of emotions I couldn't quite read. Eventually she adopted a smile. It wasn't a natural smile, though. In fact, I wasn't sure what it was. Something was disturbing – chilling – in that expression. The room seemed suddenly colder. Quieter. Time stood still. Eventually, she reached out and began stroking my hair. She spoke in a calm, quiet voice. Still, an air of menace made my blood run cold.

"It is now evident that I've failed you, Puppy. I suppose I haven't explained your situation adequately. Or perhaps I misjudged your basic level of intelligence. At any rate, I guess we need to talk about a couple of things.

"First, I think we should talk about manners. I had assumed your parents would have covered this, but perhaps a refresher course is in order. Recently, I have given you several very nice gifts. I allowed you to wear my panties. I gave you my lovely juices. I gave you permission to worship me and devote your life to my service. I let you worship my feet. And I gave you that collar. And in none of those cases did you do the proper thing and express your gratitude. All you had to do was say, 'Thank you, Miss.' Aren't you grateful for these gifts, Puppy?"

"Yes, Miss. Thank you, Miss."

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it? When you thank me, it makes me feel appreciated and valued for all the hard work I do, taming you and controlling you and crushing your sweet little puppy spirit beneath my heel. Now, along with saying 'thank you', it's very important for you to say 'please' when I have something you want. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, Miss."

"I think we should practice a little. I have a gift I want to give to you. What do you say, Puppy?"

"Please, Miss. May I have my gift?"

"Very good, Puppy. Now open your mouth, and close your eyes, and I'll give it to you."

I did as she said. The next thing I heard was the sound of her gathering her saliva together and spitting. Some of it hit me in the face, and some landed right in my mouth.

"There you go, Puppy. What do you say?"

I closed my mouth.

"Thank you for my gift, Mistress. That was very kind of you. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome, Puppy. I know you want to wipe my spit off your face, but that would be disrespectful. You're lucky to have it, so leave it there for now. I think you've learned a lot. Now, let's talk about that collar that bothers you so much."

At that point, she stopped petting me. Instead, she grabbed the hair at the back of my head and yanked my head back. Her voice suddenly became cold and deadly.

"Now you better get this straight, Puppy. The answer is NO! You will not take it off. Not tonight, not tomorrow, and not for as long as you remain in my service. The moment you put it on, you became my property. You may take it off when you leave the house or take a shower, but that is all. If I catch you without it, I will absolutely roast your ass. I will make you suffer. Make no mistake. You may feel silly wearing it, but it is now part of you. It is the symbol of your absolute and total submission. You will see it every time you look in the mirror. You will feel it around your neck when you lie awake at night, wondering what the fuck happened to you. I can't imagine how arrogant and obtuse you must be to come in here and ask for that, on your very first night of service. Who the fuck do you think you are?

"Did you notice how I got that collar to you? I had one of your oldest and dearest friends deliver it. A girl you've loved and desired. She didn't know, of course, but I loved the symbolism. Having someone you love deliver the symbol of your eternal submission was just divine. I want you to understand that even your closest friends can't help you now. I have you. You are mine, and you always will be.

"Let me explain this slowly and carefully, so even a slow-witted dunce like you can understand. I am your Top. I am your Mistress. I am your Goddess. I am the sunlight that shines on your gloomy little life. You’re just a poor, useless little sub. Hell, you haven’t even been trained yet. You are an apprentice useless little sub. If I wanted to sell you to another Dom, you'd be worthless. Your value is exactly zero. Nada. Nothing on earth could be lower than you. You'd have to look up to see an earthworm's asshole right now.

"You should just count yourself fortunate that I want you to sleep in my bed. If I had any sense, I’d make you sleep in a cage in the basement. Naked. You’re not even housebroken yet, you poor, miserable, flea-bitten mutt. Maybe I should chain you up in the backyard and let the coyotes play with you. You’re just a sad little stray I took off the street and gave a home. I took time out of my day to find you the perfect collar. Then I had to make your tag. How dare you come in here and ask to take it off? You should be grateful I allow you to wear it. You should kneel and kiss my feet, and thank me for the opportunity I've given you.”

She looked skyward for a moment. "Lord, grant me strength!"

She looked straight into my eyes again. I felt terrified. Her voice grew even colder and more menacing. "I hope that answers your question, Puppy.

"Don't. Ask. Again."

I was shaking by the time she finished this diatribe. I felt like she could reach in and pull out my heart if she chose to. I expected her to keep berating me, but instead, she just sighed and looked at me, shaking her head. Her face was a portrait of sadness. She spoke quietly now.

"You know, I think I made a mistake bringing you here, Puppy. I don't think you're really the man for me. And I had such high hopes. Maybe you should go ahead and take the collar off like you want to, and go home. This might not be the life for you after all. Goodbye, darling. Shoo!"

I felt like the world was collapsing beneath me. The emotions I'd been struggling with all night suddenly overwhelmed me. I buried my head in her lap and began sobbing.

"No! Please Mistress! Please! I want to stay. Please don't make me go. I promise I'll wear the collar. I didn't understand before. Please don't make me leave you. I need to be with you. I promise I'll be the best sub in the world for you. Please! Give me another chance! I love you! Don't make me go!"

Hot tears ran down my face. My body was shuddering. I was so ashamed, and so desperate to stay here. After a few moments, she lifted my face so she could gaze down on me. The Goddess blessed me by wiping some of my tears away and petting the top of my head. She shrugged. None of it mattered to her. "Well, all right. I'll give you one more chance. Just watch your step, Puppy."

Relief washed over me like a cool breeze, but I still felt fragile and vulnerable. I was trembling.

Her attitude turned dismissive, and she stopped looking at me, as if she had moved on to bigger, more important matters. I ceased to exist. She brought her foot up and shoved me away from her like a piece of trash. I lay there on the hardwood floor, shattered. There was a red mark on my chest from her heel - another blessing from the Goddess.

“Puppy, I’ve run out of patience with your foolishness. Maybe Sarah was right. Maybe I should let her have her way. Maybe a good ass-warming would help you remember your place. I need to think about it. You should leave before I make up my mind."

I started to get up to leave.

'Wait, Puppy. I was going to let you walk like a man to the bedroom, but you don't deserve that privilege right now. Crawl there, on your hands and knees. And be quick about it, before you find out what a riding crop is really made for. Go to bed, Puppy. You've been a very bad boy.”

So that’s just what I did.