5 comments/ 9141 views/ 4 favorites Aglaia By: Taunus Disclaimer: This short story is fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. ***** Aglaia feels like she has been stalked, watched, or followed ever since the beginning of the semester. She started the new year rooming off campus with two other girls, Trisha and Lina. Her roommates had steady boyfriends. While Aglaia was off studying in the library, Trisha and Lina were either making out with their boyfriends or partying at the fraternity house. Aglaia was shy. At least among the partying crowd. Still something just seemed askew. When Aglaia arrived back at her apartment after classes, she seemed to notice a faint odor of expensive perfume. She knew that the fragrance was feminine and not a scent belonging to either of her roommates. Then there was the matter of the trash. There seemed to be some peculiar items. Her partying roommates never took a mind of the trash, so Aglaia usually was the one to dump the wastebasket in the dumpster. Things coincidental and banal concerned Aglaia. There were the wrong numbers, never occurring when either of her roommates were around. Aglaia managed to concentrate on her studies and tried to ignore minor matters. Then one day the phone rang. This time there was a voice on the line. "Whatever you are looking for, Aglaia, it's looking for you," a female voice spoke. "Who are you and what do you want?" Aglaia responded. "It's not what I want, Cherie, it's what you want," the female voice whispered. "Who are you and what do you know about what I want?" Aglaia exclaimed. Her voice trembled with both fear and excitement. Aglaia had hidden her dark, depraved desires since her onset of puberty. She missed the spanking from her juvenile years as well as the embarrassment of showing her naked bottom for punishment. In bed she would sometimes pinch, pull, and twist her tiny breasts. Aglaia felt that she was unattractive-her roommates were both voluptuous, "D" cups even. In her nocturnal fantasies she imagined a cruel mistress pommeling her derrière with a cane. "You may be able to hide your crass carnal cravings from those two party girls, but not from me," the female voice narrated. Then there was the hiatus wherein Aglaia collected her thoughts. "Who are you?" Aglaia demanded. "I am your new mistress, Aglaia," the lady informed Aglaia. "You will address me as 'Mistress' or 'Mistress Ann." "Yes, Mistress," Aglaia replied. Her pussy was wet as she could imagine a relationship coming into fruition. How could Mistress Ann know her darkest secrets. Surely she must have been the woman stalking her. "You have the scent of raging hormones and pubescent sweat, the perspiration of arousal," Mistress Ann mentioned. "You have potential, but you lack training." "Yes Mistress," Aglaia responded. "Tomorrow is Saturday," Mistress Ann remarked. "You know the four horsemen statue on west campus at the university? Be there sharply at eight o'clock in the morning, neither early or late. Do not disappoint me." With that Mistress Ann hang up the phone. Aglaia arrived two minutes early and pretended to window shop at a store across the street from the statue. She crossed the street precisely at eight o'clock. A black Mercedes-Benz pulled up. Aglaia could not make out the person in the rear seat-the windows were tainted. A chauffeur opened the door and bade Aglaia to enter. This was clearly the bifurcation point in the student's life. Aglaia smelled the odor of expensive imported perfume and the feel of leather against her legs. She had chosen a mini-skirt with black underwear and red pumps. She watched the buildings go by as the black sedan sped away. Neither Aglaia or her mistress spoke. Aglaia felt a power euphoria build as they pulled into a gated estate. This was old money-respectable wealth. And Mistress Ann clearly had her tastes in flesh: young, intelligent, beautiful, and shy. These were the criteria. The two women entered as the chauffeur parked the car. They stood alone in a cavernous hall. "Do follow me to the basement, Aglaia," Mistress Ann commanded. "Yes, Mistress," Aglaia answered. The basement was a true BDSM dungeon. Aglaia did not need to be told to undress completely, she anticipate the command. When all her clothes were removed, Aglaia asked if she were to remove her red high heels. "Shoes are OK, girl," Mistress Ann stated. Then she commanded Aglaia to bend over a table and present her bum for spanking. "Since this is your first day, you will receive only six slaps on your buttocks. Mistress Ann rubbed and stroked Aglaia's glorious hemispheres. After feeling her flawless, blemish-free complexion, Mistress Ann slapped Aglaia's derrière hard. "Ouch," Aglaia exclaimed, more surprise than pain. Mistress Ann left a hand print on Aglaia's right ass cheek. In rapid succession Mistress Ann spanked Aglaia five more time. Aglaia made short gasps and cries. "You must not cry out loud or scream," Mistress Ann commanded Aglaia. "Y-yes, Mistress," Aglaia murmured. "Speak up girl!" Mistress Ann commanded. "Unless you are ready for the cane!" "Yes, Mistress," Aglaia replied as she dressed herself. It was clear that this first date was over. Limits and boundaries had to be checked. Aglaia was driven back to campus. Aglaia Ch. 02 Disclaimer: This short story is fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. ***** It's Saturday morning, the third Saturday since Aglaia met Mistress Ann. Both of Aglaia's roommates are sleeping in. Aglaia hurriedly prepares herself for another adventure behind mansion doors. Just as she finishes dressing herself, she hears stirring. Trisha and Lina clear the sleep from their eyes and inquire as to Aglaia's destination. "Where are you off to this morning?" the brunette Trisha inquires. "Oh, just off to the library to study," Aglaia replies. "Without any books?" the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Lina queries. The university is a tight-knit community. Several classmates of Aglaia have observed her being picked up near the four-horsemen statue and mentioned the fact to Trisha and Lina. They found it unusual that their shy roommate was involved with a person of substance. "We don't mean to be noisy, Aglaia," Trisha explains. "We just don't want you to get into any trouble. Coeds are frequent targets for perverts and worse." "Oh, don't worry," Aglaia retorts, "soon I will introduce you to my Mistress." "Your Mistress!" Lina interjects. "You silly little tart, holding out on your roommates, you are." All three girls laugh. "It's late," Aglaia remarks. "I have to go now." "Have fun," Lina says as Aglaia leaves. Aglaia rushes to the pick up point. She is running late. On their first date, Mistress Ann rode in the black, E-class Mercedes-Benz. After their first encounter, Oleg the chauffeur fetched Aglaia. It was pointed out that the pick up time should be precisely eight o'clock in the morning. Oleg was instructed not to wait. Aglaia pants as she breaks into a wind sprint. She sees the black sedan and imagines it pulling off without her. But this morning Oleg is a prince. His aura of being a taciturn curmudgeon has softened. Aglaia does not wait for Oleg to open the door, she rushes to climb in. "I'm sorry that I'm late," Aglaia tells Oleg. He merely nods. He glances at her and turns his head, keeping both hands to the wheel and his eyes to the road. It is clear that they are behind schedule. Mistress Ann will have to wait on her morning tea. This bodes trouble for Aglaia. She has managed to stay in good graces with Mistress Ann so far, enjoying the ritual binding and stimulating foreplay. They arrive at the mansion. Aglaia waits for Oleg to open the car door. As Aglaia enters the mansion, Oleg parks the sedan. Mistress Ann is waiting with a cane in her hand. Aglaia senses that a severe punishment is in order. But wait! Surely Mistress Ann could not know that she was late for pick up. Maybe there was traffic on the freeway? Maybe the street was congested? Then it dawned on Aglaia. Mistress Ann is no nineteenth-century mistress. She is tech-savvy with the latest in sensors, transducers, cameras and the like. "You are not a street whore or slut, Aglaia," Mistress Ann remarks. "So why did you act like one?" Aglaia is nonplussed. "You do not enter a vehicle. You wait to have the door opened for you." Mistress Ann remarks. Then she continues: "This morning's behavior is unacceptable. You were late and improper. And look at you! Light blue jeans and a light pink blouse is OK, but where is your bra?" "Oops," Aglaia utters. "I was in a hurry this morning. My roomies were asking questions." Then she quickly added: "Mistress." "No excuse, girl," Mistress Ann interjects. "Present your buttocks for caning. Count each stroke out loud. If you fail to speak loudly enough an additional stroke will be added. Does a girl understand?" "Yes, Mistress," Aglaia replies. "A girl understands." Aglaia begins to undress and folds her clothes: light blue Levis(tm), a light pink cotton shirt (blouse), a pair of white gym socks, red tennis shoes, and a black thong. When she is totally undressed, she assumes the Nadu position. Mistress Ann frowns. "'Cutie' not 'Nadu' girl. We are BDSM, not Gorean." She commands. Aglaia makes a smooth, flexuous transition from Nadu to Cutie. Mistress Ann is impressed. "Well done, Aglaia!" she states. Aglaia is embarrassed at her small breasts, albeit her nipples are standing hard and firm and her areolas puckered. Her pussy is wet and vaginal fluid streaks down her creamy inner thighs. She is a gorgeous girl and her scent of arousal generates pheromones. These chemical messengers induce endorphins in the olfactory and limbic brain. The result is an atavistic animal attraction that overcomes all inhibition. The need to climax is overpowering. Mistress Ann is startled at the sight. Her slave girl is on the verge of an orgasm. Mistress Ann rubs the cane between Aglaia's legs. Only a few soft stokes plunges Aglaia into an earth-shattering orgasm. As she cums Mistress Ann pulls the cane from between her legs and strikes her glorious hemisphere hard. Aglaia is so enthralled and enraptured with her climax that she doesn't even feel the cane. As her climax begins to subside, she screams out in pain. "Has a girl forgotten not to scream or cry out?" Mistress Ann asks. "Oh, Mistress," Aglaia pleads as the cum drips from her vulva onto the polished hardwood floor. She is embarrassed to have made such a nuisance. Will mistress ask her to clean it up with her mouth? "Beg your punishment, girl," Mistress Ann demands. "Please give your girl the punishment she deserves, Mistress," Aglaia begs Mistress Ann positions her girl in a chair, exposing her blemish-free, flawless ass cheeks, soon to be discolored, striped, and bruised. She massages Aglaia's rump as she prepared to deliver twenty hard lashes. The first strike comes with a crack like unto a bull whip or sonic boom. Aglaia twists, wreathes, and wretches. "One, Mistress," Aglaia murmurs. "Louder girl," Mistress Ann demands. As she delivers the second blow. "Two Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. "Three Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. "Four Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. "Five Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. Aglaia slips to her knees. "Six Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. "Seven Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. "Eight Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. Aglaia's ass is bright red. "Nine Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. "Ten Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. Aglaia's ass is showing signs of bruising. "Eleven Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. "Twelve Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. "Thirteen Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. "Fourteen Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. "Fifteen Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. Aglaia slips to her knees again. "Sixteen Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. "Seventeen Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. "Eighteen Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. Aglaia's ass is dull red. "Nineteen Mistress," Aglaia speaks. Another swat follows. "Twenty Mistress," Aglaia speaks. "Thank you for punishing me, Mistress," Aglaia says. Mistress Ann smiles. "Time now for binding and toys, girl," Mistress Ann says. Aglaia Ch. 03 Disclaimer: This short story is fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The black Mercedes-Benz speeds back to campus from Mistress Ann's mansion. Aglaia is uncomfortable on the leather seat. Her buttocks are painful from the caning earlier in the morning. Being spanked and tied up by Mistress Ann is exciting, arousing, and euphoric. Being punished is another matter altogether. Aglaia is suffering with mixed emotions. Having a mistress, especially a wealthy and a true domme mistress, is the absolute incarnation of Aglaia's deepest, darkest desires. A spanking may be arousing but a caning has a touch of depravity. Aglaia is aware that Mistress Ann knows more of her than is available via social media. Indeed, it seems as though a private detective has researched her background in great depth. In fact, it is almost as if Mistress Ann is eavesdropping on her conversations, reading her mail, and observing her most intimate moments. The lingering fragrance of an expensive, imported perfume, the minor perturbation of her personal effects, and the detailed knowledge of her whereabouts is troublesome. It is almost as if Mistress Ann is stalking her and leaving no trace evidence. She feels that Mistress Ann is slowly gaining control over her by a variety of subtle and clandestine means. Aglaia senses that Mistress Ann is no amateur voyeur. Mistress Ann is somehow able to stalk Aglaia in such a manner that no physical evidence can be collected. The scent of perfume, the whisper of a voice from her cell phone while it is not connected, the item left on the sidewalk along her way to classes---each is real---but each event can easily be rejected as sheer coincidence. Talking to the authorities would merely cause trouble. It might even cost Aglaia her favored position with Mistress Ann. That is, assuming that she is the stalker. The black sedan pulls into a loading zone across the street from the four-horse statue; Oleg the chauffeur opens the right back door for Aglaia; after she departs the car cuts sharply into traffic. The car is immaculately clean and waxed. It is definitely not the norm at the university. Aglaia merges into a crowd of students on their way to the homecoming football game. Aglaia's bra-less, flat chest may lack the appeal of the voluptuous "D" cup girl, but there is a significant minority of men and women who prefer the "ruler physique" of Peter Pan. Mistress Ann is one of the those individuals who find a girl with a boyish physique nearly irresistible. Unbeknown to Oleg or Aglaia, a blonde girl in the crowd takes down the license tag of the Mercedes. Oleg is usually able to execute a pick up or drop off and merge back into traffic with minimal exposure. The blonde girl is one of Aglaia's roommates, Lina. She is curious of the situation that the shy girl is getting herself into. Back in the apartment, Aglaia hurries to shower. Lina enters the bathroom, presumably to urinate. Startled, Aglaia turns to face Lina and hide her bruised, striped buttocks. Lina senses that her roommate is concealing something---maybe an embarrassing tattoo. Lina sports a tattoo in her lower back. Her "tramp stamp" is the image of a butterfly, a common female tattoo. Aglaia quickly finishes and grabs a towel, hurridly wrapping it around her narrow waist. "What is going on, Agla?" Lina asks. "Nothing," Aglaia answers, brusquely exiting the bathroom. Back in her room, on her pillow, is a yellow rose. The apartment was vacant all morning. Now Aglaia is concerned. This might not be the work of Mistress Ann. It just occurred to Aglaia that she had no way of contacting her mistress. Her desire for secrecy trumped her need to communicate. Aglaia imagined that someone is listening so she speaks out loud: "Lina, is this your yellow rose?" "Yellow rose?" Lina replies, "like 'the Yellow Rose of Texas.'" She giggles. Aglaia retorts: "This flower was on my pillow. Who has access to the apartment aside from us?" "Any one with a credit card," Lina answers, "these locks are so secure." Aglaia's cell phone vibrates. This seems odd since she had specifically set it to the "off" position. She takes the call on the balcony. Lina, nevertheless, is able to overhear the conversation. "Sherie," a mature female voice speaks, "did a girl find her rose? She endured her first real punishment today and will be rewarded. Next Saturday we travel to a fancy hotel on the beach. Bye for now." Aglaia didn't have time to compose herself before the call ended. Lisa appears and startles Aglaia. "Mistress?" she queries. "I... I think so..." Aglaia responds. "Punishment?" Lina presses the issue. "Show me you little tart!" Aglaia turns and shows her bruised derrière. Lina rubs Aglaia ass cheeks then slaps her hard. "Ouch, Lina!" Aglaia shouts: "That hurts a lot!" She turns and faces Lisa. "You are so into boys, why the spanking?" Lina pulls Agla across her lap and gives the shy subbie a spanking. Aglaia is aroused and cums before the spanking is done. Her vaginal secretions wet Lina's skirt. "You hot little cunt," Lina exclaims. "Now I have to do laundry again." There is a sound at the door; Trisha and her boyfriend Matt have left the football game at half-time and returned to the apartment to make out. The two surprise Lina and Aglaia. Aglaia scrambles to put on some clothes while trying to conceal her reddened posterior. "What 'till the boys at the frat house hear about this!" Matt broadcasts. Aglaia and Lina are crimson with embarrassment. "Please, no," begs Aglaia. "You two should be more careful," Trisha advises her two roommates. She then addresses Matt: "You won't be ratting them out, now will you, Matt? Or you will be humping your fist until after finals." Matt chuckles. "Of course not, only..." "Only what?" Trisha retorts. "Just joking," Matt murmurs. Aglaia and Lina decide to split and leave the apartment to the two lovers. Aglaia has had enough play for one day. 31 May 2014