0 comments/ 17833 views/ 0 favorites Mistress Moon Ch. 01 By: RavenKat Night, dark and sacred, something for the wicked and the secretive. That was just her style. Her past slaves had known her as Mistress Moon; Moon seemed to suit her. Her life had brought her to new understandings that had awakened the beast inside of her. She lived her life as a vampire, sleeping during the day and prowling for her next slave at night. It had been four months since she had been fed up with her whining sniveling slave. He had been a weak man, no stiff upper lip for that guy. His shame and lack of respect had barred him from her life forever, he had been a terrible slave, though he begged and begged her to keep him. He had only been in it for the sex and there would never be any of that unless it was her fucking him. Her favorite scouting place was a Goth theme bar down town, ironically enough called “Silver Moon”. Exclusive, for the best looking men and women only, if you had pimples or wrinkles you better not even bother trying to get in. Once inside the atmosphere almost demanded a sensual attitude. Expensively decorated, plush burgundy velvet on all the chairs and seats of the booths. Dim lighting, sconces on the walls, heavy burgundy velvet drapes closing off each booth. Once inside the booth, you were in your own private world, you could still hear the music and heavy bass beat but you could conduct private business without fear of interruptions. She took a seat at the extravagant bar and ordered a Martini straight up. She sipped her drink as she watched people float bye. Many beautiful women and men dancing, talking or doing other things in the shadows. Many times, she locked eyes with some striking men, checking her out form across the room. She had to admit she looked hot tonight. All black, as was her usual style, fitted black leather knee boots with a four inch heal, short fitted black leather skirt; with a tight lace up leather tank top to finish it off. The leather hugged her body deliciously, she loved the feeling of being encased in tight leather. She rolled her eyes at one guy, must have thought he was a real stud, winking and flashing his biggest smile in her direction. She turned her back to him and surveyed the possibilities. There were three men in the running, a tall muscular brunette, a muscular tanned blond and an exotic raven-haired gem in the ruff. She locked eyes with the blond and immediately dismissed him from the running, his goggle-eyed face annoyed her. That left two, she found the brunette leaning against the wall in the back, seemingly starring off into space, then she saw, a shrew of a woman sucking his cock. The brunette was out, no question he was obviously focused on himself and that would definitely, not do. She finally found the raven-haired gem, she caught his eyes and he starred back at her and then dropped his gaze shyly. She had found what she was looking for, he wanted her, that was obvious but he was ashamed to look her in the eyes. He already was ahead of her last slave, good thing too, because she was fed up with punks looking to get laid, thinking they were going to use her for a quick bang. When her raven-haired gem looked up again to see if she was looking, she motioned to him. He quickly made his way over to her side and stood breathlessly, not speaking. “What is your name?” She asked seductively. “M…My name is Mark.” He said quietly. “Pleased to meet you Mark, my name is Moon.” She looked him up and down as she spoke, taking in his beautiful body and shiny black hair. Somewhere in her mind, she had decided that he was the one, he needed her, and she just knew it. “Same here.” He replied politely. “Listen Mark, would you like to go back to my house and have a couple of drinks, I sense that you have something you want to ask me.” She gently touched his shoulder. “That would be wonderful, if you are sure that you want me to come along, I have to say that you are the most striking woman I have ever seen, and I think that you could help me.” He said quietly. “Very well then Mark, I told my driver to wait for me, I knew I would not be in here long, I just had this feeling.” She said slyly. “I had a feeling as well, like I would meet my soul mate tonight.” He said and let his voice trail off. “Shall we?” She asked. “Yes.” He replied. She linked her arm in his and led him out of the crowded club. Outside the night had gotten darker a cold chill had taken over the earth and the stars were brilliantly clear in the sky. She motioned to her driver and he pulled the car up next to the entrance. The driver stood next to the door and held it open. “Where would you like to go Madam?” The driver asked. “We will be going home, and I wish no disturbances, so let the maid and butler know, my guest will be staying the night, have them prepare the guest bedroom.” She said as she pushed Mark into the long black limousine. She followed him inside and sat next to him on the black velvet seat. “So, Mark, you know what I am don’t you?” “I...I think so, I mean I have read all about what…I think you are.” He stuttered. “And what exactly do you think I am then?” She asked harshly. “You’re…a Dom…right?” He said hesitantly. “Very good Mark, you have done very well. And you think that you are in need of some Domination?” She asked knowingly. “Yes.” He said flatly. The car started off, the lulling of the wheels rolling across the pavement the only sound. The limousine was quiet and the privacy panel had been rolled up, so the two passengers were secluded from prying ears. “And why is that Mark, what makes you think that you could possibly be my submissive?” She asked sternly. “I don’t know, I have had as much sex as a guy can have, and I am never satisfied. I long to please my partners but they don’t want to deal with my….” His voice trailed again. “Your what?” “My need to please.” He said softly “That is a start, but hardly what would be required of you, if you become my slave.” “Please, let me try, I want…” He stopped. “I know Mark, it’s ok for now, but I think soon enough you will be able to tell me what you need.” She said calmly. He sighed and fidgeted with his clothing, adjusted his pants and crossed his legs. He was nervous and excited at the same time; his mind was boiling with thoughts. He glanced at Moon; she sat composed her long shapely legs crossed the hem of her skirt stretched across her smooth thighs. They drove for ten minutes; the dark tinted windows gave him no idea of where they were headed or where they would end up. Finally the car rolled to an easy stop and before he knew it, the driver opened the door. He stepped outside after Moon and was taken back, the house was huge, if you could call it a house. It was more like a mansion, must have twenty rooms, two stories of clean white. Three large pillars seemed to stand guard at the front door. They walked to the front door, before they reached to top step, someone, who he guessed was the butler opened the door. He stood in an immaculate uniform and held the door open for them. “Good evening Madam, I trust your outing was to your liking?” The old man asked politely. “Yes indeed James, a success. This is Mark, please make ready the guest room, and have a platter of fruits and cheese brought to my room, oh and a carafe of brandy if you would not mind. Thank you James.” She said cheerfully. The main hall was bright, lavishly furnished and impeccably clean. As hard as he looked, he could not find a speck of dust on any of the antique pieces of furniture. The carpet was fresh and the rooms smelled sweet like strawberries. “Well, let me give you a quick tour, but mostly you will be concerned with the upper East side floors.” She said nonchalantly. “Please.” He said and nodded. “To the right, the formal dining room, the left the sitting room, through that room you will come to the drawing room. If you go straight back from here, you will come to the kitchen, laundry room and basic maintenance things. To the right of the kitchen is the servants quarters, do not ever disturb them when they are not scheduled to work. The stairs right ahead of you goes to the east wing, the stairs on my said goes to the west wing. Don’t wander unless I am with you.” She said. “Yes of course.” He said. “Well shall we head upstairs and get a little relaxed?” She asked. “Yes, that would be great.” He said, still in shock of the house and the extravagance of everything. She led him up the carpeted stairs and to the right down a long dimly lit hall. “This, is the bathroom, across from the bathroom is the guest bedroom, my bedroom is four doors down on the same side as the bathroom, do you think you can remember that?” She asked him tauntingly. “Yes, I will remember, but what are all those other rooms?” He asked. “Those rooms we will get to later, have patience, I do so detest impatience.” She snapped. “I am sorry, forgive me.” He said quietly and bowed his head. “Well, I will let that slide until you are sure that you want to be my slave.” She said dryly. “Yes.” He whispered under his breath. “Here we are at my room, when inside my room you will respect my privacy and never touch or do anything without asking, is that clear?” She said as she opened the door to her large bedroom. They stepped inside, his jaw dropped, the plush red carpet, the hanging drapery; the sweeping canopy topped bed, the antique furniture, everything blasted his senses. The room was complete with its own sitting area, bathroom, TV, Stereo and interesting rings and straps on one of the red walls. “Take off your shoes at the door, leave them to the left of the door jam.” She directed. He did as she said, pulling of his shoes gracefully and putting them neatly next to the door. His feet sunk into the think red carpet; it felt like he imagined a semi solid cloud would feel. He squished his toes down and enjoyed the easy give of the think pile. “Mark, make sure you shut every door you open, never leave a door just hanging open.” She snapped. “Yes of course, I apologize.” He said. “Come and sit here.” She pointed at one of the lushly upholstered chairs. He sat carefully and crossed his legs. He glanced around the room, even just the room all by itself was seductive, mysterious and sensuous, never mind the sinful woman in front of him. He sat anxiously, breathed and tried to remain calm. “Now, before we start anything, my name is Mistress Moon, or just Mistress if you must, learn it. Next time you wish to speak to me address me as Mistress.” She said sharply. “Yes, Mistress, of course.” He said seriously. A light knock on the door interrupted them. The door did not open but footsteps softy withdrew from the door. Moon crossed to the door opened it and picked up a tray with fruit, cheese and a fine bottle of brandy with two crystal snifters. She gracefully set the tray down, poured two glasses of brandy and sat in the chair across from him, her leather knee boots clenching her legs. “Do you like Brandy Mark? I find the taste rich and enticing, and it goes down smooth.” She asked, taking a sip watching his face as he tasted the expensive Brandy. “It’s quite nice Mistress.” “One of my favorite drinks. Now let us discuss a few things.” She said sternly. “Yes Mistress.” “I believe that you want to be my slave, but I also believe that the easy going stories you have read may have deluded you a bit. When I choose a slave it is a serious business.” She said calmly. “I want you to teach me Mistress, that is why I came with you.” He replied. “Good, very good. Then you will be my slave, you will stay here in my home, you need not worry over money matters, while you are my slave you shall be better taken care of then you take care of yourself now.” She said, laying down the plans methodically. He was stunned speechless, not quite sure what he had gotten himself into. Still the need, quite undefined, burned inside of him spurring him to take the risk. “You will have three days to decide if being my slave is right for you, and believe me…I, WILL be able to tell.” She said darkly. “Yes Mistress I understand completely.” “If at the end of an hour…or three days I decide you are not fit to be my slave, you will be driven home and never bother me again. If at any point during you first three days of training you decide you no longer wish to be my slave let me know as soon as you realize, I do hate to waste time” She said coldly. “Please Mistress, I want to try.” He said softly. “I am sure you do, but wait until things have gotten started first. Your training will neither be fun or easy” She said. “I understand I am here for you to…” He stopped. “Enough!” She said standing up. Her gorgeous legs apart and her breasts pushing against the tight leather that encased her torso. “Just be quite, don’t speak unless I ask you something. Stand.” She demanded. He stood up on shaky legs, trying to read his new Mistress. She was completely unreadable; he kept staring at her dark red painted lips, her brilliant white teeth and swelling breasts. He came to stare at the floor her gaze intimidated the hell out of him. She walked over to a mahogany dresser and pulled out a short crop from the top drawer. She tapped it against her hand a couple times and brushed it across her thighs. She strode over to his side, looked him up and down, examining his size, his sturdy frame, and well defined body. “Unbutton your shirt and pants, leave whatever sort of underwear that you have, on.” She directed. He shakily unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a deeply muscled chest, wide, strong arms and dusky nipples. His pants came down slowly, his strong legs quivered as he bent to remove the last leg of his trousers. His groin was impressive; even through the white boxer short she could see an impressive cock nestled in black curly hair. “Yes, this will do. Now turn and let me see your back.” She said tapping to crop across her hand. He turned nervously, expecting a blow across his back, but he felt nothing. The feeling of nothing was almost as bad as a blow could have been. He felt her eyes on him, taking in his round buttocks and muscled shoulders. His skin began to crawl, and the blood rushed from his head. “Now, bend at the waist and remove your boxer shorts, slowly…” She said quietly. His back stiffened, the though of a stranger getting a look up his butt crack did not thrill him. “Only one warning, do not ever question anything I tell you to do…ever.” She said quietly into his ear from behind him. He clenched his teeth, bent at the waist and slowly slid the boxer shorts down his legs. “Stay right there, right like that and do not move.” She said menacingly. He felt a finger on his upper back, it seemed to be testing the solidity of his muscles. Then the finger traveled slowly down stopping to poke and prod a couple of areas. Then the finger reached his buttocks, he tensed hard and breathed deeply. The finger poked each cheek and then slid in-between the cheeks and stroked. His neck muscles popped out with the exertion to keep himself still. His face burned with shame and his heart slammed inside of his chest. The finger stopped its torture and he breathed out violently. “Is something wrong slave, are you ill? She came around the front of him and tapped her foot, starring at the back of his head, as he remained bent at the waist. “No Mistress, its just that, I…I cannot stand…” He said exasperated. “Oh, so you have a problem with me looking at your ass, is that it?” She asked knowingly. “Yes Mistress.” He said flustered with embarrassment. “Well…I will certainly break you of that. I think that is the first thing we should work on, if you are going to be my slave, I will parade you around naked, you will be touched and fondled by whomever wishes to do so. So you see, you must be completely comfortable with your body.” She said matter-of-factly. “I can’t, Mistress please…!” He said. “Oh, your right, right now you couldn’t possibly, but soon enough you will.” She said assuring him. He could not say anything, his worst fear was having anything stuck up his ass, it could be as small as a grain of sand and it would bother him. He blushed violently and seriously, thought about calling it quits right then and there. Something stayed his exit, something drove him to stay, and it was something he could not quite grasp. Maybe she would not even stick anything up his ass; maybe he was just panicking. “Well, I think we have done enough for tonight, beside it’s already four am. If you get up before me, which is doubtful, but if you do you may ring the kitchen and speak to Betsy, she will help you with whatever you need to eat or drink. I will call my tailor tonight and have new clothes ready for you tomorrow night, until then you may wear what you brought. As I said before and hopefully you will remember, do not wander anywhere, you room is complete with TV, and bathroom, so you should be more then fine until tomorrow. I am sure that you can find your way back to your room.” She said coldly, it was as if she had just turned off, just like a switch. “Yes Mistress, have I done something wrong?” He asked. “No slave, your fine…for now. I am tired and I have a lot of work to do on you tomorrow. I need my rest and you should be rested as well.” She said turning her back and placing the leather crop in the top drawer again. He stood there naked, his boxers still tangled around his ankles. He felt disappointed, what the hell had he come with her for, to be embarrassed and made to feel like a child? Hell no he hadn’t…but then again he wasn’t to sure what he really had come with her for. “Make your way to your room Mark.” She said as she pushed him naked from the room. The door slammed in his face as he starred. He felt somewhat numb, as if he had been rejected or worse like he had not been able to get it up or something. He waited for a moment, then as he turned to walk down the hall to his room, the door behind him opened and his clothing flew out onto the ground and then the door shut and locked. Now he was confused, why bring him here if he wasn’t wanted, why treat him like a dog? He picked up his clothes and made his way to his new room. Inside was well decorated, same plush carpeting only it was black instead of red. A large TV stood in the corner a king-size bed with scarlet bed sheets and comforter. The bathroom to the left and a small sitting area to the right furnished with antique upholstered chairs and a long sofa. He did not feel up to watching TV, it was far later the he usually stayed up and the need for sleep overcame him… TO BE CONTINUED Mistress Moon Ch. 02 He slept soundly and only awakened to a loud banging at the door. He sat straight up, not remembering where he was or how he came to be there. Then he remembered, Mistress Moon, the sexiest woman alive…He felt his cock being to stir, shaking off the sleepiness he got up and answered the door. It was Mistress Moon. “Good morning Mark, I take it you slept well…Good. We have many things to do today, I hope you are ready.” She said without letting him respond. “This is Mr. Denster.” She pointed to a bald tattooed man standing behind her at the door. Quite an impressive man really, tall, hulking and tattooed more then he had seen any other person tattooed before. “He, is here to pierce you.” She said as if it should not bother him. “P...Pierce…Mistress? What do you mean pierce?” He gulped. “Really it’s no big deal, he is quite experienced, twelve years to be exact…His reputation is unsurpassed and he had come here at my request. Consider this your first test, if you pass there will be a reward, if you fail….” She said ominously. “Yes Mistress, I will try.” He was so nervous that he had not even noticed how striking she was toady. Her hair done in a tight bun, flowing black sheer shirt with a corset underneath and skin tight black leather pants finished off with three inch black leather heals. “Good lets get started shall we, Mr. Denster?” She said with a smile. “Of course, Joanna…I mean Moon.” He had let slip her real name; he wondered what she would do. To his surprise she didn’t do anything, at least not yet, he had been warned to use the name Moon and not her given name, so she would have the right to be pissed off at him. She was paying him a bundle to do this one piercing. “Hmm, yes well lets get him prepped and get this started.” She said brushing off his mistake. Mr. Denster moved into the room, setting up his supplies, Iodine, a sterile instrument tray, two different needles, a small bit of cork, gauze pads, and a nasty looking recieving tube. He had even brought his own piercing table, which he set up, professionally in the middle of the room. “Now, Mark would you please drop your shorts and hop up onto the table, on your back.” Mr. Denster said calmly. “Drop my pants? What for, what are you piercing exactly?” He said panicking. “He is going to pierce your cock of course.” She said, making him feel dumb and even more panicked. “Why, why pierce my cock? Won’t that fucking hurt like hell?” He asked falling into the panicky sickness. “Now Mark, as my slave you will do whatever I ask without hesitation, do you really want to start our relationship this way?” She asked snidely. “No Mistress, but I don’t want a chunk of metal shoved through my cock either.” He had pushed the line. “Fine, have it your way, you will be tied down and it will be done anyway, all my slaves have a cock ring. Remember that you chose to have it go this way, it could have been so much easier.” She stepped up to him and shoved him in the chest, her eyes glaring. Before he knew what was happening he was pushed onto the table and with one smooth motion she pulled out a leather strap and tied his arms down. She walked smoothly to the other end of the table and tied his feet down with another leather strap. “Now Mr. Denster, please go ahead with what I asked.” She said glaring at the now cowering hulk of a man. “Yeah sure, lets get started, but in order to correctly position the ring he’s gotta have an erection, and I’m not here to give this guy an erection. He said. “That will be no problem, just give me a minute.” She said watching as her new slave struggled on the table, now covered with a thin sheen of sweat. She came to her slaves’ side and began stroking his body. She loved the feeling of his sweat, it was a good clean panic sweat. “Listen Mark, it’s really not as bad as your thinking, your cock would look so good with a brightly polished gold ring through the head of it.” She whispered into his ear, sending chills down his body. He could not help being turned on; wanting so much to please her in every way but the fear creeping up his throat crippled him. He wanted to get up, to run, to scream, but he lay still feeling her hands running over his body and stopping on his cock. His body strained up into her hand, trying to force his cock into her hand. Soon enough she was stroking, expertly it seemed, before he knew he was hard as a rock, pulsing and aching with the need for climax. “That should be sufficient Mr. Denster.” She motioned to her slaves raging hard on. “That will be fine, now I’ll just cleanse the area and then mark the positioning, I’ll leave it up to you to say yes or no on the positioning…” He said completely professionally. “Yes fine, and did you get the gold ring I ask for? She asked. “Wholey smokes I almost forgot!” He said withdrawing a small zip lock bag from his pocket containing a ten gauge, fourteen karat gold capture ring. “Very well, lets get this moving, I do not wish to torture him…yet…” She said slyly. Mr. Denster poured cold Iodine all over his cock, it did not even effect his raging hard on, his nervousness just seemed to make it harder. He struggled against the ties holding his arms down, to no avail. The Iodine was rubbed all over his cock and a think metal receiving tub was coated with iodine and slowly inserted into her urethra. He almost screamed with pain as the receiving tube barged its way into his cock. It burned as it went in, stretching the opening in preparation for the needle. The uncomfortable pressure and burning of the procedure reduced him to whimpering. “Now all that’s left is for me to mark the spot you’d like and pierce him.” Mr. Denster said as he marked a tiny black dot with a skin marker. “Perfect position, I see you have not lost your touch!’ She exclaimed happily. “Ok, now Mark take a deep breath in and when I pierce blow out sharply…got it?” Mr. Denster directed. “Yes…No…I mean yes, I got it, but…” He stuttered. “Mark, it’s almost over just behave.” She snapped at him. Mr. Denster took the new needle out of the package and positioned it over the black dot. With a sharp thrust, he shoved the needle through the head and into the receiving tube. Marks’ body writhed, he let out a howl of pain and tears filled his eyes. “Very good Mark, almost done, now just to put the ring it and your done.” Mr. Denster said soothing him. He quickly removed the receiving tube, hooked the ring onto the needle, and pulled it through the new hole. He grabbed a set of medical pliers and bent the ends closer together and put a nice shiny gold bead into the middle to close the ring. “Wonderful Mr. Denster, thank you so much. He looks great, to bad he’s gone flaccid.” She said. Mark let out a shaky breath, the tears still brimming in his eyes, the uncomfortable pressure and burning of the receiving tube was gone, but the new biting pain of the ring remained. He looked down at his now diminished cock and saw one drop of blood seep out of the new hole. His mind began to change, first as he stared at the gleaming gold ring, he started to like the pain it brought, second he knew that he had pleased his Mistress and that thrilled him to no end. She came over and released his arms and legs. Slowly he sat up wincing slightly as the ring pinched, but it was nothing he could not handle. He got off the table onto shaky legs, his knees felt week and he saw his Mistress staring at him. He immediately stood straight and brush off the painful experience. He saw his Mistresses’ eyes glowing as she stared at the perfectly positioned ring. He began to think that if she like it so much, that it was all right with him, although he felt violated. Anything for his Mistress, anything to please her the way no other had before. “Well Mark, even though you cried like a baby I think you did well enough to get your reward, but you will also get your punishment for questioning me.” She said seriously. “Yes Mistress, whatever you think is best.” He said shakily. “Now Mr. Denster, I think you can find your way out, yes?” She said softly. “Of course, Moon, I’ll just pack up and be on my way.” He said. He quickly packed up his various tools and folded the table. He watched his client as she watched him, almost as if she was suspicious. Quietly he gathered his things and left them in the room alone. “Well Mark, I am disappointed that you did not cooperate, however I am pleased with the way your new cock ring looks, you know what they call that type of piercing don’t you?” She asked seriously. “No Mistress, I do not.” He replied. “It is called a PA or a Prince Albert, now you know, it will soon become your best friend.” She said elated. “Yes Mistress, I expect it will.” He said. “Now, have a shower then we have a long day ahead of us. Your new clothes will be on the bed when you are through. Then we will have a light breakfast and then on to other things. Also put this solution on your ring after your done showering, we wouldn’t want you to get an infection, now would we?” She said, throwing him a bottle of cleanser solution. “Yes Mistress, as you wish.” He said, heading off the shower. She walked out of his room, down the hall and back into her own room, she gathered his new clothing and shoes. She also grabbed the short leather crop from the top drawer. She shivered in anticipation of testing her new slaves resolve, she expected that he was exactly what she was looking for, he just did not know it yet. Back in his room she set out his new clothing and shoes. She could hear the water being turned off and footsteps on the carpet. “Hello Mark, did you have a nice shower.” She asked. “Yes Mistress, very refreshing, my cock has even seemed to stop hurting. You have a wonderful bathroom, so large and a double shower head, I have never seen the likes of it before.” He said happily, hoping to please her. “Thank you Mark, but that is your bathroom now…that is as long as you remain my slave.” She said gently. “Yes Mistress, of course, I only meant to please you.” He said softly. “Now there is just the matter of your punishment, before breakfast.” She said slowly, enunciating “Punishment”. “Yes Mistress, I know I was horrible, it wasn’t even that bad, I am sorry that I doubted you.” He kneeled at her feet. “You are not getting out of this that easily, please turn around and kneel your buttocks facing me.” She demanded harshly. He turned numbly, he wasn’t about to displease her anymore. With amazingly strong force, she brought the crop down across his buttocks, making a neat little red welt. Another stroke and an amazingly strong sting, kind of tingly and aching. He winced as the third stoke came down, then the fourth and fifth, until his buttock had crisscross patterns of red marks. He never cried, sucked in the pain and made it part of himself, wanting to please her so badly that he remained quiet through the pain. “Mmm…very good Mark, not even a word, what a good slave you are going to be, but that’s not all…” She nailed him with one last crack of the whip across his lower back. He tensed as the blow hit his back, he felt like he had been cut, but he did not move or speak. He felt the pain and experienced pleasure from it, the pleasure of pleasing his Mistress. “Ok, get dressed in these clothes and meet me back at my room for breakfast and your reward. I was going to give you a gold slave collar but I think you deserve more. Ahh yes, of course, perfect…” She left him hanging and walked out of the room. She walked quickly back to her room and shut the door, yet another test for him, to see if he had listened to her. She sat waiting in an upholstered chair in the sitting area. Ten minutes went bye and then a slight knock on the door. “Come in.” She said. “Hello Mistress, thank you for inviting me to your room.” He said politely. “Your welcome Mark, here is your breakfast, I have already eaten, be sure to eat as much as you can, you’ll need your strength through out these next few days.” She said calmly. “Yes Mistress.” He said as he sat down and began eating the wonderful spread of rich and tasty foods that were his breakfast. Fruits, juices, cereal, muffin and a cup of coffee.” “I see you have a healthy appetite, that is wonderful. You seem to be adjusting fairly well to your new life. I would assume that you noticed there is no telephone in your room, if you need to call your family and make excuses I will escort you to the telephone in the kitchen. If you have a job or other affairs that you need to attend to you may do so at the same time.” She said professionally. “Yes Mistress, thank you.” He said quietly. He had no affairs to settle, he had just lost his job and his Mother was the only family he had. He wanted to stay and spend the rest of his life making her happy, pleasing her in every way. Later after breakfast, they went to the kitchen and he called his mother to say that he had accepted a new job and that he would get in contact with her whenever he could. He was now free, free to commit to his new Mistress, free to break his inhibitions and fears…… TO BE CONTINUED. Mistress Moon Ch. 03 Mistress had many plans for her new slave; he would truly be her masterpiece, her ruff gem…soon to be sculpted into an incredibly defined jewel. She examined his face closely, he was definitely up to her standards as far as looks went, his body was sweet and his face clean and masculine. “Slave, we will spend the day in my room, there are many things we must discuss and do.” She said huskily. “Yes Mistress, whatever you wish, I long to please you.” They made their way back up to her seductive room. Once inside she closed the door and locked it. A panel in the wall opened with the push of a button and a hidden stereo began playing dark music. He looked at his new Mistress wanting so much to hold her and pleasure her body. But he knew that she didn’t want him, at least not yet, he would not do anything that would displease her so he waited, standing in the middle of the room. She began preparing things for her slave. A gorgeous all gold slave collar with a mini lock in the back and two large rings, she attached a thin gold chain to one of the rings and set it aside. Next, she pulled out a long soft leather whip with nine strips hanging off the end. She gave it a test swing in the air and thrilled at the crack that echoed in the room. “Now, undress and put your clothing neatly on the chair. I must tell you that neatness is a necessity, you must keep your clothes, body and room cleanly. I will make inspections and if I am displeased you will be punished, I can not stress the importance of this.” She said slowly. “Of course Mistress.” He said shakily as he removed his clothing and neatly folded them and placed them on the chair. “Now, kneel where you are and crawl to me.” She said coldly. He dropped to his knees his new piercing glinting in the dim light. He crawled slowly over to the tips of her boots and on a whim, kissed the shiny leather tips. “I see that you know a few things, that is acceptable, but never do anything with out asking. I will not have to remind you of this again, will I?” She asked. “No Mistress, forgive me please.” He said sincerely. “Very well, this time I will let it slide… Now, turn around with your ass in the air and put your head on the ground.” She ordered slapping the thick whip across her hand. He numbly pushed his ass in the air and lay his head on the ground. He blushed furiously and his thoughts raged inside his head, the embarrassment of the situation he was in, but he couldn’t help it, he wanted her to be pleased with him, so he would do whatever she wanted. “I see you have gotten better, very good. Now, place your hands on your buttocks and spread the cheeks apart.” She commanded. “Mistress?” He said…voice trembling. “Last chance slave. Spread you buttocks, now!” She bellowed. He forced himself to spread his buttocks, the repulsion made him feel sick. The embarrassment of his ass being utterly exposed the thought of his mistress starring at the most private part of himself. He wondered if he was clean, he feared being dirty in front of his Mistress. He squirmed inside, the feeling of wanting to run came over him again. He stayed open and exposed while she touched him, caressing his buttocks and slapping him lightly with the whip. He began to feel his cock throbbing, his embarrassment peaked as his cock began to harden. “One thing, you must have the hair on your ass waxed, I suppose you didn’t know about it but it really isn’t flattering to you.” She said, slapping his ass hard with the whip, a rosy color began to flush across his buttocks. “Yes Mistress, whatever you wish.” He grunted through his embarrassment. She began to whip him harder, bring lightning flashes of pain with each stroke. His buttocks burned and stung as she continued to flog him. Soon the pain in his skin began to radiate through his body and into his mind. He examined the pain, the sensations of each blow and reveled in his Mistresses pleased grunts. “Hmm, you will be a tough one to break I think. Stand up.” She said slowly. He stood up slowly, the stinging subsided and his cock throbbed. The ring through the head of his cock brought new sensation as his cock stood hard a full. He needed her; he wanted her even through his humiliation. She came up behind his slowly and touched his back, stroked his sore buttocks and reached around and grabbed his cock from behind. “Well, I can see that didn’t bother you too much. But there is no need for a hard cock right now.” She said menacingly. “I’m sorry Mistress.” He said. Her hands came around his throat; her large luscious breasts pressed into his back, the silky material of her shirt teased him. She opened the slave collar and slipped it around his neck. The cold metal shocked his senses, with a slight click the mini lock closed. She took the chain and stepped in front of him, her lovely pale lags glowed in the dim light. “Now, you are properly attired to suit me. The collar looks lovely on you and it matches your cock ring perfectly, I could not be more pleased.” She said. “Thank you Mistress.” He replied. “Now, kneel and take off my boots, my feet hurt. Oh, and if I should fall because you did not keep me balanced properly the flogging you received earlier would be nothing in comparison to what I would do to you.” She said darkly. “Yes Mistress of course, I would not want anything to happen to you Mistress.” He said seriously. He kneeled and took one of her gorgeous legs in his arms and steadied her. He slowly unzipped the zipper and slid off the knee-high boot. He placed the boot neatly to the side and took her other leg into his arms. He unzipped the long zipper and set the boot beside the other one. “Do you know how to pleasure a woman, slave?” She asked. “No Mistress, I only care about pleasing you, I will do whatever you want.” He said earnestly. She led him on his knees to a chair; she sat gracefully in the chair and let her legs fall open. He looked at her shapely legs and followed her graceful curves up to her thighs. He caught sight of dark curly hair; she was not wearing any panties. She had a lovely sex, dainty lips and the perfect amount of black curly hair. His mouth began to water, he thought of making her cum with his mouth, burying his tongue into her sweet slit. “Did I tell you to look at my pussy? Did I?” She yelled and slapped him across the face. His eyes watered and his cheek stung like crazy. “N...No Mistress, I’m sorry.” He cried. “Don’t you ever think, that you can just do whatever you want. Forget about it! You will do what I tell you and nothing more ever again!” She screamed. “I’m sorry Mistress, forgive me please!” He cried. “Damn it, I’m disgusted with you. A cowering little bitch of a man!” She bellowed and harshly whipped him across the shoulders a deep red mark appeared across his muscled back. “Mistress!” He screamed, tears running down his face. “What, what’s your problem, do you want to be my slave, or don’t you?” She said viciously and nailed him across the shoulders again. “Mistress please! Forgive me!” He said through his tears. “Why should I, tell me why I should keep you around?” She said. “Mistress, I am here to please you, I only want you to feel good.” He said sincerely. “That is so not good enough. I only feel good when you do what I say. Fucking prick, what the fuck is wrong with you. You cannot even listen to what I say. If you do stay, you will have to do much better. My body is a temple and when I want you to do anything, I will tell you to do it! Do you think you can remember that, do you!” She said really getting upset. “Yes Mistress, yes I can!” He said dropping his head. “Good. If you want to stay, you will make me come with your mouth. If you don’t I will beat the hell out of you, you will be punished harshly!” She said venomously. “Yes Mistress.” He said quietly. “Now look at my pussy.” She said spreading her legs. He looked up cautiously and starred at her open slit. She was beautiful; his tear-blurred eyes devoured her sex. “Now, make me cum, you have twenty minutes.” She said and dropped her head back. He pushed himself up and touched her thighs. He pushed his head forward and gently licked her lips, she tasted sweet and she was already wet with excitement. His tongue pushed in-between her lips and found her swollen clit, he licked like a cat and sucked gently. Her body began to respond to his touch, he continued licking and sucking her clit gently pleasuring her with his mouth. She grabbed his head and forced him closer to her. He licked faster and sucked her harder, the slick skin slipped past his lips into his mouth. He took her entire clit inside and flicked his tongue back and forth quickly. Her body began to jump and he could have sworn that he heard a moan. He went faster keeping a steady rhythm as he sucked her. Her body began to tense and her slit began to swell with blood. He licked her entire slit and sucked her clit again, sucking as a baby would suck a nipple. He was getting turned on again, he tried to focus on her tried to pull his mind away from his own body. As she neared her orgasm his cock was raging hard and pulsing like a fire hose. He wanted to fuck her so badly, he wanted to cum he wanted… Her orgasm came over her sweetly, he looked up into her face, her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open. He groaned inside as she gyrated into his mouth, he sucked and licked her through her orgasm, wanting to pleasure her as much as possible. His face was smeared with her cum and he treasured her sweet stickiness. “Mmm, quite good slave, you have pleased me for now, but you are by no means out of the hot water yet.” She said huskily. “Thank you Mistress, thank you.” He said passionately. “You have another hard on. What the fuck do you think this is?” She said sharply. “I...I...I don’t know Mistress, I couldn’t help it.” He said worriedly. “Very well then, jerk off.” She said. “W...What do you mean Mistress?” He asked. “Don’t be stupid, I said jerk off, so jerk off!” She yelled. “You mean, h…here in front of you Mistress?” He stuttered. “Yes of course, that is exactly what I mean.” She said snidely. “Mistress, I can’t do that in front of you, I’m…” He let the sentence drop. “Your what, ashamed, damn it what the fuck is wrong with you. I said jerk off now!” She slapped him again. He rolled back onto his haunches and touched his cock. It was softening a bit at the though of jerking off in front of his Mistress. Nevertheless, he grasped his cock firmly and started stroking, up and down he went, his face aflame with humiliation. When he touched his new piercing his cock thrilled with pain/pleasure, the piercing reminded him of his slave-hood, and it almost unmanned him. He continued to stroke his cock, what used to bring him pleasure was now a source of embarrassment and extreme displeasure. His mistress watched him intently as he stroked his cock, he began to go flaccid, he could not do it… he could not jerk off in front of someone, he just couldn’t do it. “What is wrong with you slave. You cannot keep it up. Right…well have it your way. Go to your room and stay there, I do not even want to see you today. Just stay away from me, or you will sorely regret it. Oh, and if I should catch you jerking off or cuming without my permission, you will pay dearly. Get the fuck out!” She screamed and shoved him back, detaching the chain from his collar and pushing him towards the door. “Mistress, please!” He begged. “Get the fuck out, now, go before I really get mad.” She growled…. TO BE CONTINUED.