The Making of a Mistress 15. The Devil

In the latest “Making of a Mistress” (15. Temperance), Katia takes the reigns with Johnathon,  squashing his impudence. With Valleri’s trip away, the boundaries begin to blur between Katia and her charge.

On and on she went like this until at last she’d tire and lay back, instructing him to watch. He was bound, after all, and could go nowhere. Then she’d open her thighs and tap them – a signal for me to crawl over and attend to her. She mewed in pleasure as I did, though her increasing arousal seemed to awake even greater vitriol in her, which she then spat at Johnathon.

“Even your tongue isn’t any use to me.” she’d moan, locking eyes with him, then pulling my head deeper into her, until she was all of my senses, and my head sailed in waves of her pleasure. I allowed myself to be Valleri’s tool against Johnathon, though initially I felt guilty at being purposed thus. I sensed Johnathon’s humiliation, and couldn’t help but have an empathy for him, even though he’d never shown me any great affection. This empathy would from time to time distract me from my Mistress’ need, and from my own pleasure in serving her. Then, with a hard yank on the end of my ponytail, Valleri would bring me  back into the word of flesh rather than mind. When satisfied, she instructed me to kiss Johnathon on the lips, when my own were heavy with the scent of her. A peck wasn’t enough. I was required to kiss him fully. His lips felt strange against mine,the first time. Cool and rough with stubble, unlike the fleshy warmth of Valleri’s own. His breath was cool and moist, like the cavities below the earth. Under Valleri’s goading, I dove my tongue between his unresisting lips, eyes closed, feeling him taste her on me. Feeling my tongue vibrate on the sounds of his lustful exaltations.”

The Making of a Mistress 14 – Temperance

In the latest “Making of a Mistress” (14. Temperance), Katia begins her training under Valleri. The Dungeon is explored, Katia goes head to head with her insecurities and Valleri’s whip – and Johnathon may be convinced to play…

“Temperance. A balancing of variables in order to work towards a goal. Of course, in my case, with Valleri, I wasn’t entirely sure what I was working towards. For the first time in my life, I was doing something entirely irrational – even, perhaps irresponsible. My decisions these past few months were based entirely on feeling, rather than anything solid. But how these feelings called to me. How could I do anything but follow?

Mother didn’t approve of my breakup with Calvin, and let me know about it until I was forced to set her ringtone to silent and replace her picture on my phone with one of a six headed dragon. It seemed fitting. But I had to remember, I wasn’t entirely alone in this process. Valleri was guiding me, and even though I didn’t know quite where, it hardly seemed to matter. I trusted her, and my feelings for her, implicitly.

The rules to this new arrangement with Valleri were fairly straightforward. I would still work, and I would pay a portion of my earnings to the household for accommodation and food costs while I resided here. The rest, she told me, I could keep. Outside of work hours, I would perform domestic duties as assigned. I was also to be abstinent from both alcohol, and – oddly – self pleasure. The latter seemed a little unusual, but when one is facing impending homelessness, it pays not to be too choosy.

For the first few days after I moved in, the arrangement was almost too simple. A little cleaning here, Valleri seizing me once or twice for her pleasure there. It seemed like nothing had changed, that it had become better, because at least now, I was where I wanted to be. Of course, I still carried guilt about Calvin’s departure, and this would come to me at night, when I was alone and sober, with no alcohol to dilute the emotions with. But by day, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. A joyful curiosity for my new place under Valleri’s tutelage. An excitement…”