Mistress Natasha, Part Two

Mistress Natasha realized, after hearing her friends’ stories, that she didn’t have any particularly enjoyable tales to share. Last weekend had been slow and pretty standard, at least for her, but she realized that would have to change. She was frustrated after her exam week, even though she already knew she’d aced them all, but studying was still stressful work and she still wanted an outlet for that grueling week of work. She explained as much to her friends, who completely understood, and went off in search of some fun. It didn’t take long, either, as she quickly spotted one of her regular slaves, Thomas.

Thomas was in his early 20s, a university student as well but from a different school in the same city. Schools typically followed similar schedules, though, so she was pretty certain he’d just been through exams as well. Mistress Natasha approached with small steps in her tight latex dress, stiletto heels clicking against the tiled floor in rhythm. Thomas noticed her immediately and tried his hardest not to stare at her perfect hourglass figure crammed into the form-fitting dress, but failed miserably. Her D-cup breasts were one of his many weaknesses and his eyes unerringly drifted down to the tempting expanse of cleavage she had on display.

Mistress Natasha cleared her throat, causing him to immediately look up, a blush even coming to his cheeks. That was enough to make her grin, that momentary look of fear and embarrassment showing that he knew he was in the wrong, “I’m sorry, Mistress Natasha, you know how weak I am.” The young Mistress nodded, letting out an exasperated sigh, “A leopard can’t change its spots. Although it’s been weeks since we’ve played; perhaps I could add some stripes to your body instead?” She grinned wide, pantomiming a whiplash with her right hand. Thomas squirmed as he looked at her, that grin of hers a mix of mischief and eagerness, her long black hair framing a beautiful face made even more enticing with dark eyeshadow and lipstick. “I would love to, Mistress. You are right, it has been far too long since I’ve served you properly.”

Those were just the words she wanted to hear, so she guided him to the other end of the club where the private dungeons were housed, unlocking the door to her own. Once the lights were flipped on and the door was shut, she commanded her slave to strip. While Thomas obediently removed his clothing, Mistress Natasha made a show of going to a nearby cork-board and perusing the whips and crops that were hung up there, occasionally reaching for something particularly wicked-looking and then deciding against it. Her slave watched nervously as she picked out his punishment, eventually settling upon a cat o’ nine tails with knotted ends. Turning around and wielding the whip, she spoke in a more demanding voice, “Over there. Bend over. Now.”

Thomas wasted no time in bending over the nearby table, offering up his back, ass, and the back of his thighs for abuse. Mistress Natasha started with a few soft, teasing lashes, not enough to hurt but Thomas twitched and squirmed anyway, having been prepared for a harder blow. When he seemed to get used to the soft slaps, she brought the toy down with a loud crack, causing multiple red stripes to appear on the smooth, pale skin of his back. Thomas screamed out, but quickly bit back the sound into a groan, clenching his fists tightly. Mistress Natasha continued, targeting all that exposed skin and leaving it riddled with rising welts, “See? Now you look more like a tiger with all these lovely stripes. Let’s see if this kitty can put his tongue to good use.”

Mistress Natasha moved to settle down in a nearby chair, not part of the BDSM furniture as this one was solely for her own use, not that of slaves. While her slave knelt in front of her, she slowly reached down to unzip the side of the latex dress from her calf up to her waist. She wore nothing beneath, her smooth pussy visible as she pulled the lower half of the dress away, spreading her flawless legs. Before long, she was moaning and sighing in pleasure, her hand gripped in Thomas’ hair as he brought her to orgasm after orgasm, his back still glowing red with his ‘tiger stripes’.