Cat suit and hard high heels – A mistress from another world – part 19

It seems that I have been a really bad boy and my Mistress wants to give me something to think about. No, I haven’t done something to upset her, but it has never been about doing or not doing something, rather than just a small thought turned in a physical act. If her mind is set on something, in a form or another, that thought will catch shape and more likely, will put shapes on my body.

As I enter her condo and find the lights off, the drapes covering almost all the light, I knew I should just walk on my knees there, pull off my clothes and wait for her to unleash everything on me. But as the fool that I am, I always find out through the hard way…

In the corner of the room close to the curtains, I see her on a chair. She has an outfit that scratches my eyes in the best way possible: a sexy black lace cat suit, see-trough with flowers here and there, tiny red lace panties and a matching bra, which covers only half of her amazing round breasts and a pair of red shoes with scaring high heels. On her beautiful face, a black mask with feathers behind it completes her image and leaves me breathless. I stand there like an idiot, breathing heavy and staring at her. Every shape of her body is outlined perfectly… that damn lucky suit…

Ok, so it’s my move now… I begin to remove my clothes, one by one when she stops me.

“Leave your shirt and pants on Slave”

This means that I won’t be the subject to her punishment? Will I only be able to stare at her from distance and do nothing? This doesn’t sound like her… She gets up and walks toward me with her gorgeous cat walk, slowly so that I can see every bit of her. The light flowing on her body reminds me again that I’m in the presence of a goddess and I’m the luckiest man alive.

She touches my chest slowly and with her hand pressed on my body, walks around me even slower, letting me drown in her perfume while my heart starts to beat harder and louder. Even though she touches me lightly, I can feel her hand as it is a hammer, a sweet beautiful soft hammer which I wish would go through me and stay there so I can have it forever.

She walks one more time around me and when she gets behind me, she kicks my knees and makes me fall flat on the ground.

“Have I been a bad Mistress?” – I ask while I try to catch a breath after the fall.
“That’s not always the case Slave…”

Great, so I’m being punished for… nothing? Well, why not? If this makes her happy, if this makes her heart beat just a bit harder and brings her even the slightest trace of joy, so be it. She can do whatever she likes with me, after all, I knew since a while back that my purpose in life is to be the reason of her joy, the receiving end of her anger and this is the sole reason I wake up in the morning… anything else it’s just routine.

The tip of her foot is pressing my back, holding me down. I think of the size of those heels and I’m glad it’s just the tip of her shoes on me… at least for now. And as I finish that thought, the painful nail of her show finds its way in my shirt, pushing it in my skin and almost making a hole in my back. I think that if I were naked, it would’ve hurt less.

“Are you ready for me Slave?” – I’m always ready for her, but now I’m not so sure that I know what she will do. More holes in my back? Scratches? Perhaps she doesn’t like the color of my short and wants to change it to striped red… Again, I don’t get to finish that thought when she climbs on my back with all her weight. It’s hard to even walk on hard floor with those heels, and even if she does it with grace, standing on my back while my skin floats right and left, it’s a lot harder. Even so, she starts walking on my back, making me feel those damn nails from her heels so hard that I think they will definitely penetrate me and cause serious damage. Still, she’s light as a feather and after a few pierces I realize this will never happen. Instead, I must suffer through this agonizing punishment and don’t make a sound. She likes trampling my body and she can see that this also tramples my soul and pushes her deeper in my heart.

In a twisted way I think of this as making her a part of me, getting more traces of her in me and assimilating them as part of my being. She catches the back of my head between the tip of the shoe and the heel, in a perfect scissor grip, making my face flat on the floor.

“I feel like taking a walk…”

Good, I don’t know if I could’ve taken more of this and not get any holes in me. But… of course it’s not the case of a usual walk her, as she starts putting on foot in front of the other and make my spine a walking path. I can almost hear bones cracking with each step and the pain is going through my entire body, not just my back. She keeps walking towards my butt, gets to it but doesn’t stop. Right now, if she takes just one more step, the heel will get between my butt cheeks and straight on my “jewels”, making the maximum amount of damage. She stops, still on my back but at least I’m safe and I can take this pain.

“I will get off now, but which way…?”

By Savvy Femina