After all I think she likes me a lot – A mistress from another world – part 5

I haven’t got the chance to make up my mind and to contour my relationship with my Mistress in the sense of definitions, but as the time passes and I see what happens I can pretty much say that this is nothing more than a Master-Slave thingy and I can’t put my hand in fire to swear otherwise. At least this is what I thought until today…

It’s been a long day and everything we did is shopping. I carried her bags as a mule, trying my best to hold all of them at once. You know how girls go shopping and get out of the store with three or four bags in their hand? Well, since I was buying, I was holding six or seven big bags on each arm and a few tiny ones in my hands. I pretty much looked like a Christmas tree, filled with presents and ornaments. Funny, huh? Not for me…

At one point, after we put them all in the car, she said she wants more… that’s when she stumbled upon my disagreeing figure. We didn’t go anywhere else, but straight home. For about an hour she didn’t say anything, just looked at what she bought and arranged it in the closet. I know there’s a catch here, usually she’s all happy and talky after a shopping session, but this time it seems something bothered her. Perhaps the fact that I didn’t want to go further with the shopping? That’s very likely…

Suddenly her face lightens up and she says to me “I’m in the mood to play!”
Ok, perhaps this is not as bad as I thought after all. “What would you like to do?” I ask. With no other words, she grabs me by my hand and takes me to her room. On the wall there are two hooks on which she likes to tide my up with handcuffs. This I know and like, it has been sort of a tradition and we always enjoy it. She puts the handcuffs, tides me up and goes behind me. “This will teach you your place Slave…”

Wait, what? She was all smiling a few seconds ago, what the hell is going on? With a quick move she almost rips my pants and shirt off, leaving me in my underwear. Not for long though, in a second that goes away too.  There’s not much movement for a few moments so I have no idea what she’s doing. Maybe I’ll have to stay like this for a while and think about what I did… that is if I ever realized what I did wrong. You see, it’s in our nature to not realize what we did wrong to a woman until it’s too late. Perhaps I had a vague idea, but not being sure about it, couldn’t risk asking. This could make things worse, bringing the question of “paying attention” to the table. In my mind a hundred of sceneries were pouring out but it all stopped when a weird whistling noise followed by a harsh whip blow ripped my ass apart. I almost screamed because of the pain, I woke up instantly from every thought I had.

The wall is covered with a very matte mirror, it made possible me seeing her behind me, all angry and with a vengeful look in her eyes. She puts the whip down, goes to the closet and brings the outfits she bought today. Slowly undresses, making sure I don’t miss a thing. She stops when sees my smiling face, takes the whip and corrects that smile in a second. This time she hit harder, with thirst. Ok, no more smiling wise ass! But I keep looking at her, she’s down to her pants now and I just love the way they slide down her beautiful legs. For a body like that, the whole army of a country could go crazy. But this is not the time to let myself wonder around, I must be prepared for her next move. She’s already in a sexy outfit, a tiny pair of panties with lace and a bra which makes nothing else the show how big and perfect her boobs are. Here she goes, grabbing the whip again. I squeeze my eyes waiting for the stroke… but it didn’t come.

“Do you like how I look like that?” I open my eyes and look at her from toes to head, eating her with my sight, wanting to be those little pieces of lingerie… “Of course I do Mistress…”
Another stroke on my ass, even harder if that’s possible. She gets naked again and puts on another outfit, a red pair of boxer shorts who were outlining her amazing ass into perfection and a push-up bra. Call me crazy, but I don’t know if she’s doing this for her pleasure or mine. Another strike of whip… Now I’m counting the outfits she bought, just so I know how many whips my ass is going to get. It’s time for the white lace underwear, panties almost transparent, a bra that it’s just a bit over the nipples and a nice long pair of stockings holding on with  garters from the panties. God, this perfect body of hers makes me harder than the whip strikes. Speaking of, here’s another one… this time it’s not that hard, or I might’ve gotten used to them.

She changes back into her tight jean and t-shirt, throwing me with a warmer look. Taking off the handcuffs, whispers in my year “I only want these kind of stuff to look better for you…”
So, she was actually punishing me for the fact that I’m so stupid to believe that she doesn’t care about me… All she wanted was to look good for me, and come to think of it, I would’ve wanted to see her changing in many more outfits… if only I would’ve been smarter and continued shopping. All my money go to her anyway… stupid me…

I look at her with a puppy look, trying to beg for forgiveness but can’t really find the words… She understands and says “you know… there’s one more outfit I haven’t tried yet… and it’s crotchless”.