Mistress Karen
As she looked down at his back while he kissed her boots, the lady could easily tell that he needed stitches. The lash marks were deep, and the bleeding continued. Therefore, mistress Karen said to the pathetic piece of garbage before her, “ We’ve got a lot to talk about; however, before I tell you what you’re to do with yourself in the days to come, I’m going to bandage up your back somewhat and take you to the emergency room to get those wounds stitched up.” She went on, “ Don’t worry about money; since I own you now; I’m responsible for you.” Lady greatness turned around and walked into the bathroom. As she proceeded, she threw the whip upon the livingroom solfa and finally entered the bathroom. Inside, Karen got some large bandage pads from the cabinet together with medical tape. Further, she reached for a bottle of iodine right before she left the room. The gothic one returned to the livingroom and went over to her slave. She opened the iodine bottle and poured the entire contents of the vile over his back. Then, she said angrily, “ Shit, I forgot something.” The woman left and returned a few moments later with a wet wash cloth. Also, the iodine mixed with blood ran down his scorched back with an even flow. Greg felt the yellow substance penetrate his wounds and sting as the whip beforehand. Finally, Karen decided to wipe off the excess residue. With time, the bleeding slowed down significantly but still continued. Next, she placed the bandage pads over all the incisions. She then took the tape and wrapped it around his torso as to ensure that the pads stay in place. With her amateur medical job done, she got up and ordered, “ Go get yourself dressed, I’ll be right back. The dominatrix entered the other room and emerged five minutes later wearing a black skirt that went just below her knees together with a white blouse. Over this attire, she wore a black suit jacket that went with the skirt. It was clear to Greg that she merely slipped into some lingerie and put the over clothes atop her leather corset. Finally, as she moved toward him, the wooden floor amplified the force of her walk produced by the magnificent boots.
With himself dressed also, he reached for his coat and followed the dominant one out of the apartment and down to the black mustang. They both got into the car and she drove strait to the hospital. The ride only took twenty minutes, for a large clinic existed a few miles from her apartment.
Karen entered the emergency parking lot and pulled into a space. Mistress and her slave got out and went into the building. Next, she walked directly over to the receptionist’s desk and explained the situation, “ I’ve a friend here who just injured the skin on his back, could you help?” After she said this, she moved away and let Greg explain things from hence forth. In fact, she said to him, “ I’ll be in the waiting room; let me know when you’re finished.” The lady simply walked into the adjoining room and reached for a magazine; mistress sat down and lost herself in an article.
Greg, on the other hand, was bombarded with many questions. Finally, with the interrogation coming to an end, a lady doctor emerged from the other side of the hall and said, “ Follow me sir.” Greg followed her into a room. “ Take off your shirt and lay down on your stomach so I can see what’s wrong.” As he lay there, the female physician removed all the bandages and tape. She looked down a little surprised and ask, “ How did this happen; these are whip marks?”
Greg at first knew not what to say; however, he finally muttered, “ Its just something that happened, can you fix it up?”
The doctor answered, “ Yea, it’ll take an hour of stitching but aside from that, you should heal up in a few weeks.”
Greg replied, “ Ok, thanks.” The lady ask no further questions, she only glanced down at him now and then with suspicion as she worked on his wounds. Finally, with fifty minutes up, the woman said, “Ok, you’re all done. Don’t remove the fresh bandages for a few days; after that things should slowly move back to normal.” With that said, the doctor motioned for Greg to go back to the receptionist. He got up and went back into his clothes. Next, Greg got off the table and walked out into the hall and over to the waiting room. He glanced at Karen who happened to look up and see him. The slave said, “ I’m all finished.”
Karen got up and walked over to the receptionist’s table and ask, “ So how much do we owe you?”
The female doctor was also standing there and said to the lady behind the window, “ I worked on him for almost an hour.” After she spoke to the other employee, the physician looked in Karen’s direction. She immediately glanced down at the boots and then measured the woman in black off from head to toe. Instinctively, the surgeon knew what the situation was all about. However, she said nothing and merely walked away. When the physician was out of range, she simply muttered to herself, “ It takes all kinds.”
With the doctor gone, the receptionist told Karen that the bill was four hundred and sixty dollars. Mistress said nothing but only reached into her jacket pocket and produced her checkbook. She wrote out a check for the specific amount. The lady behind the table said, “thanks”, handed Karen a receipt, and told her everything is fine.
Karen turned to Greg and said, “ All right, let’s go back to my place.” They left the hospital, got into the car, and lady domination drove back to her lair.
When they entered her apartment, Karen told Greg to sit down and get ready for his instructions. The helpless victim removed his coat and threw it down on the solfa. He sat down next to it as the boss bitch went into the other room. She then reemerged without the black jacket. She sat down upon the other end of the couch and started to speak, “ As I told before we left for the hospital, you’re mine now. We’re going to stay with one another. You’re to leave your room at the university and move in here with me. Don’t worry about expenses; I make enough selling my great physique to all the fetish publications; therefore, I can support you as you complete your college education.” The dynamic personality went on, “ When you’re finished with college, then we’ll get married. And ofcourse, I’ll decide what you do with your paycheck after you find suitable employment.” “ And another thing”, she said, “ You’re obviously to do all of the housework here. Karen then ask, “ Is that clear slave boy?”
Greg only replied with a humble nod of the head. However, after six seconds had elapsed, he worked up enough nerve to ask, “ What am I going to tell Wendy after she returns from her visit to her mother?”
“ Fuck her!”, was Karen’s response.
Greg stuttered on, “ But she’s going to start looking for me and asking questions.”
Karen’s eyes now started to glow with fury, “ Let her look, I’ll take care of the slut when the time comes!” After yelling at him, the mistress moved over toward his end of the solfa and grabbed his shirt collar, “ Don’t ever question me again; I’ll decide how things are run around here; understand?”
“ Yes mistress”, was the subservient reply.
Afterward, Karen looked up at the livingroom clock and said, “ Its getting late; I’ll drive you back to the university; tomorrow evening, however, I want you to pack all your things together and wait for me; I’ll then pick you up and you’ll move in here with me.” Greg nodded in agreement. Finally, he reached for his coat, and she went back into the other room and got her black jacket. They both went downstairs to her car. She took him back to his dormitory room. As the mysterious being drove off, he stood there watching the machine move away into the night. For a moment, he wondered if he was making the right decision; however, her hold upon his brain was now so great that he couldn’t resist even if he wanted to.
Next, Greg walked up the dormitory stairs and went to his room. He knocked upon the door and Ken opened it. “ So, how was the evening?”, Ken ask.
Greg answered, “ Oh, it was ok.” He then went on, “ Oh, Ken, I hate to tell you this, but starting tomorrow, I won’t be here anymore.”
“ What do you mean?”, inquired the roommate.
“ I mean that tomorrow evening I’m moving out and in with someone who lives off campus.”
Ken looked at him for a moment and ask, “ Won’t that cost you more because of rent?”
Greg replied, “ No, she’s taking care of everything.”
“ I thought Wendy lived on campus?”, Ken ask.
“ She does; I’m moving in with some other female student who lives off campus and has her own apartment.” “ In other words, I’m braking up with Wendy.”
In response, Ken said nothing; he only looked at Greg with slight suspicion.
Next, Greg started removing his overclothes to get ready for a shower so he can turn in. After he removed his shirt, Ken was startled to see all of the bandages upon Greg’s back, “ What the hell happened to you”, Ken blurted out.
Greg said, “ I really don’t want to talk much about it; its just something I went through tonight.”
“ Whatever”, Ken mumbled and then went into his bed and covered himself, for he was already dressed in his night clothes and ready for sleep. Finally, Greg showered off and turned in also.
The next day came and Greg went through all his classes. He had a difficult time concentrating upon the lecture in anticipation of the coming evening. Furthermore, his back was also giving him pain on and off as he sat in his chair. Nevertheless, the day went by, and he returned to his room. When he arrived, he immediately started to pack. He didn’t have much, only a few essentials. He left again to go to the cafeteria to get a bite to eat. With supper finished, he returned to the dormitory to await the moment of fate. Sure enough, at seven thirty the phone rang and the voice on the other end was that of his mistress, “ So, are you ready?”
“ Yes mistress”, was his reply.
“Good”, she said, “ I’ll be right over.” She hung up the phone and left Greg sitting there listening to the blank dial tone. A while later, a knock was heard upon the room door. Greg got up and opened it. Before him stood the mystery unto which his life had surrendered itself. She was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a blouse together with the boots and leather jacket she had previously worn. Without saying a word, she simply walked into the room, looked around and then walked back out into the hall. She said, “ You don’t have much; I’ll go down to the car and wait; it should only take you three trips back and forth to get all your things loaded in my trunk.” She turned around and left. As her highness moved away from the open room, she past a young man moving in the opposite direction toward the room. It was Ken; he gave her a curious look but said nothing. The dark haired lady, on the other hand, stared strait ahead and returned to her car and waited.
As Ken entered the room, he said, “ I see you’re all ready to go.”
Greg replied, “ Yea, goodbye and good luck.”
Ken said, “ Thanks.” Ken looked on as he noticed Greg was reaching down and picking up a box.
Greg said, “ I’ll be back two more times for the other two.”
Ken said, “ Here, let me help you.”
“ Oh thanks”, replied Greg. Ken took up another box and followed Greg down to the car. Ken noticed the same lady in the vehicle but said nothing, and she said nothing to him. Greg returned to the dorm room with Ken and then said another goodbye, “ Well, it was nice knowing you; I hope things work out with your next roommate.”
Ken said, “ Everything will be ok, goodbye and good luck.” They both shook hands. Greg picked up the final box. He carried it downstairs and then placed it into Karen’s trunk. Finally, he got in, and she drove off.
Upon arriving at the apartment building, Karen said, after parking her car, “ I’ll be going upstairs, make sure the trunk is secure when your finished.”
He only said, “ Yes mistress.”
The dominatrix went upstairs to her apartment, and he followed with one of the boxes. When they got inside, she pointed in the direction of the bedroom and said, “ Put that shit overthere.” He walked into the room and placed the cardboard container against the wall opposite the bed. He left the room and returned down to her car. He removed the next box from the trunk and proceeded up to the flat. When he arrived in the livingroom, he found the mistress stretched out upon the solfa watching a television program. Further, she had removed her jacket and was wearing only her shirt and jeans together with the boots. After he emerged empty-handed from the bedroom, she ordered, “ Go in the kitchen and get me a glass of water.” Consequently ,he went into the kitchen and opened one of the cupboards. Greg removed a glass and filled it with water from the faucet. The house boy then returned to the livingroom and handed her the glass. Greg was about to go back downstairs for the last box when he was startled by the sound of shattering glass, “ Asshole, what the fuck do you think this is; I saw a spot on that glass!” He looked in her direction and observed that she threw the glass to the floor. Next, Greg heard, “ Go back there and get me another one; this time do it right.” He quietly returned and got another glass. He looked it over thoroughly and even wiped it clean with a paper towel. The glass was perfect. Greg filled it with water and ventured back to the gothic bitch. She took it from him, looked it over, and said, “ That’s better; when you return with the last piece of your trash, clean up the mess before me.”
He said, “ Yes mistress.”
He left the apartment only to hear her yell after him, “ And make sure everything on that car is locked if you know what’s good for you.”
As he removed the last carton, he double checked and made certain that all was in order and locked. He returned to the apartment and placed the last of his belongings into the bedroom. “ Get over here!”, he heard her yell. Greg went into the livingroom and saw her pointing toward the main door. “ Go and lock it, stupid, I don’t need anyone coming in here and cleaning me out while I sleep.”
“ I was just going to; I had the box in my hand.”
Suddenly, she jumped forth from the couch and marched over to him; she spit into his face and then slapped him, “ Don’t you ever talk back to me again, dickhead, or I’ll fix you for good.”
“ I’m sorry mistress”, was his humbly reply.
“ Now lock that door!”, she yelled. He went over and pulled the bolt while she returned to the couch and laid herself out as the queen of Sheba. Then, the dominatrix ask, “ So when are you going to clean up that broken glass; when hell freezes over?” Greg immediately walked into the kitchen and got the dustbin, a broom, and a few pieces of paper towel. He reentered the livingroom and pushed all of the glass with the broom into the bin. Next, he used the paper towels to absorb all the remaining water. He went back to the kitchen to dispose of the shattered glass and put everything else he used away. As he put the last thing in its place, her voice echoed through the apartment, “ In the bedroom closet you’ll find a box containing shoe polish and a few other things; go get it and come over here!” As a result, the obedient one went into the bedroom and found what she had ask for. He reached for them and went out into the livingroom and stood before her majesty. She took the remote on her lap and turned off the television. Then, the noble one sat up on the couch and placed both of her feet upon the floor. Next, she pulled up the lower part of her jeans to reveal the full height of the leather. Mistress looked up and stared into his eyes. Three seconds later she burst forth, “ Well, don’t just stand there like an ass, get down on your knees and start shining my boots!” The male servant of the imperial mistress lowered himself to his knees and removed the shoe polish can and rag. He opened the can and took the rag, dunking it into the black substance. With enough shinola on the cloth, he started to spread cream upon her impressive footwear. Further, he continued until the entire boot was completely covered with the polish. He did the same with the other masterpiece. Afterward, the humble man reached into the shoe shine box and removed the buffer brush. Next, he buffed and buffed every spot upon her stiletto magnificence. He stroked back and forth for thirty eight minutes until the boots shined with a perfect glow. “ That’s very good, slave.”, she remarked, “ Now put everything back into the kit and replace the stuff where it belongs.” Greg respectfully returned the utensils back into the box and carried the whole thing back to the bedroom closet. Upon returning to the dominant one, he heard her command, “Get back on your knees.” He knelt before her and she said, “ Start kissing the leather, and you’d better kiss with enthusiasm.” As a result, he moved his face toward the black shine and proceeded to kiss. Over and over, his lips moved upon every spot of her dominant boots. As his ritual continued, he noticed that he was becoming erect. His cock felt warm and hard. Furthermore, he felt his underwear getting wet with precum.
“ Oh lady of perfection and glory”, he heard himself say, “ I adore your greatness; there’s no one in all humanity that can take your eternal place.”
She looked down at him with a wicked smile and said with full confidence, “ How true you are; there’s nothing that can equal my magnificence; you’re just a bug crawling at my feet.” Her words stimulated his masochism more than ever. Finally, she ordered, “ Remove all your clothes.” He got up and started to undress; he threw everything down upon the floor next to him. When completely naked, the slave went back down upon his knees and continued the boot worship. Next, she glanced down at his erection and said, “ That cock of yours is only here to please me; let’s see if it can do a good job.” She got up and walked into the bathroom, leaving him kneeling upon the wooden floor. Mistress returned with a condom in one hand and a ruler in the other. As she stood before him, she dictated, “ Stand up straight.” He got up and stood to full attention. The dark haired lady squatted down and took his prick into one of her hands. With the other, she placed the ruler next to his manhood. Then, she muttered, “ Hmm, six and a quarter inches; that’s not the largest I’ve seen, but ofcourse, its not the smallest either; I guess it’ll have to do.”
Boss lady stood up strait and said, “ Lay down on your back.” Greg got down and stretched himself upon the cold floor. Karen then pealed open the condom package and pulled the rubber over his cock. Next, she removed all of her clothes; further, she slid her pants over her boots. Wearing nothing save the footwear, the lady sat down on his rod and lowered herself to completely engulf his shaft. The unholy wench said, “ You’d better feel good, or I’ll make your balls scream for mercy.” Also, as she started to bounce up and down, moans of pleasure emerged from her mouth. Consequently, Greg knew that the mistress was enjoying herself. Her moans got louder and louder the faster she moved. Finally, her orgasm came and threw her into a frency of delight. A second after her burst, he came into the cover.
The ecstasy subsided, she got up and walked into the bathroom. The dictator then sat her beautiful ass down upon the toilet seat. Sitting there, Karen snapped her fingers and yelled for Greg, “ Come here jerko, I’ve got a job for you.” Immediately, Greg got up and ventured over to his dominant mistress. She said, “ Kneel down next to the toilet and start kissing the side of my great ass while I take a shit!” As a result, he knelt down as ordered and started to give her rump all the respect she desired. A few seconds later, he heard the splash of her shit strike the surface of the water. After that, the smell emerged from the back of her ass. Again, he heard the dropping sound of her excrement. Finally, Karen said, “That’s good, you’re doing great; however, I want you to stop for a moment.” In response, the trained pet ceased the kissing ritual and just knelt there awaiting another order. She stood up and then got down on all fours. Next, the lady shoved her ass directly into Greg’s face and said, “ Here, lick the shit residue off my asshole, asshole!” The slave looked at her behind and was overcome by its intoxicating splendor. He had no problem with her command. Hence, he stuck his servant tongue up her crack and started to lick the shit off her back door!
For five whole minutes, little slave boy cleaned her ass. He did a terrific job, for when the allotted time came up, the mistress simply got back on her feet and turned around, looking down at her merchandise, she said, while patting him on the head, “ Good doggy, I’ve never felt cleaner before; not even a shower has done such a wonderful job. Oh yea, you can have no doubt that I’m keeping you for good.”
Next, mistress started to walk out of the bathroom and back into the livingroom. Greg followed her on all fours; like a trained dog, he sniffed her ass as he moved back into the adjoining room. With eloquence, the noble goddess seated herself back upon the solfa and said to her slave, “ Here, I want another orgasm; start licking my cunt, and I want it done right or I’ll give you the ultimate in punishment.” Greg moved between her spread legs and stuck his humble face into her crotch. He licked and licked. All the while, he could hear her moans of pleasure, “ Mmmm, yea that feels good, oh yea, oh yes, yes, yes!” Finally, the dominant one came into the face of the submissive one. After satisfaction had overtaken her, she yelled at her property, “ Go into the kitchen and make something to eat, I’m starved.” Compliantly, he went into the next room and prepared something for both himself and the gothic one. When completed, he placed her portion upon a try and carried it out to her. He set it upon the cocktail table and awaited her response, “ Go back, get your shit, and place it on the floor here next to my feet; you can eat off the floor like the animal you are.” Greg returned to the kitchen and then reentered the livingroom, placing his food plate upon the floor. Next, her voice said, “ Use your mouth only.” Obediently, he stuck his face into the plate and began consuming its contents. She looked on for a few moments, laughed, and then started to eat her dinner.
With her dinner complete, the dominatrix raised the heel of her right boot to the top of the livingroom table and used it to push her tray off and onto the floor. As a result, what was left of her food lay all over the surrounding area. She said to Greg, “Clean that up.” The slave was also finished with his share of the meal; hence, he raised himself up and moved over to the mess. He bent down again and picked up most of the debree and placed all back upon the tray. Greg reached for his plate and returned with the items into the kitchen. With a sponge and paper towl in hand, the house boy went back into the livingroom and cleaned off the floor as his mistress watched with keen eyes. The cleanup complete, he walked into the kitchen and washed the dishes.
With all finished, he heard her yell, “ Get back here!” He went back toward the solfa and stood before his controller as she said, “ You can go into the bedroom now and straighten your crap out. Since you’re going to be living here for some time, you may as well have everything set up for maximum efficiency.
Greg went into the sleeping quarters and arranged everything so that he could get to things in the most practical manner as possible. Further, he put all his books out in relation to how he needs them relative to the days of the week. Finally, all was in order.
With the day coming to a close, Karen said to her pet, “ I’m taking a shower, when I’m done, you take one and then come to bed with me.” They both washed themselves and turned in for the night.
The next day he got up and went to school. She did the same. However, when he got home in the evening, that is, back to Karen’s place, she would already be there waiting for him. Once again, the entire mistress-slave drama unfolded itself, where he had to perform all of the lowly tasks for his dominant mistress. Nevertheless, Karen would permit him some time in the evenings for his studies. In fact, she would say, “ You’d better do well in school if you know what’s good for you; when you graduate and get a job, I want your paycheck; its always great to get one’s hands on a few extra bucks.” All in all, the rest of the week went by with the usual humiliation and domination.
However, two weeks past and Wendy returned from her trip to her mother. The young lady came back Sunday afternoon and settled into her dormitory room. With all set up and ready for classes the next day, she decided to visit Greg’s room on the other side of the university. Therefore, Wendy left her dormitory and strolled over to the boy’s complex. She entered the main doorway and proceeded up the stairs. When she reached her destination, the female knocked upon the door and Ken answered, “ Oh high Wendy, how was your trip?”
“ Oh everything was ok. My mom is feeling better; things aren’t as bad as they first thought.”, she answered.
Ken replied, “ That’s good; I’m glad to hear that.”
Then, Wendy inquired, “ Is Greg here?”
Ken answered with stumbling words, “ Ah, oh well, you see, there’s something I have to tell you.”
Wendy’s face became perplexed as she ask, “ What is it, what’s wrong?”
Ken went on, “ I hate to be the one to tell you, but,ah, it appears as if Greg moved in with someone else who just happens to live off campus.”
Wendy’s eyes widened as she ask, “ Who, what do you mean, that d
