Dear Diary,

She came again today. Marten and I had issues about what happened between Faye and Sven. Ok, we didn't “have issues”; I blew up at him. I don't know why I did, really, but I did, and then he stormed out. I was so mad I didn't care; all I cared about was that Penelope had to see it. (That was so embarrassing. I mean, I'm Her boss!) I thought I was so justified, and that he was being so irrational. I couldn't stick around at work any longer after that, so I left Penelope to clean up, then I went home to rest. I guess Marten went out to the bar with Hannelore; at least that's what she told me later.

When I got home, I collapsed on my bed without even taking my clothes off. I was so stressed out over the whole thing. Then my door slammed open. My bedroom door, in my apartment slammed open! I was so startled!

I rolled over and looked up to see who came in. It was Her! I couldn't believe it; I hadn't seen Her in so long!

I stammered; I admit it. She was dressed just like She was in my favorite video. You know, the one with the latex and everything; I've written about it often enough. I don't know how She knew what that outfit did to me--the shiny black leatHer, Her black hair falling loose around Her shoulders, the riding crop in Her hand. I lay tHere in my bed, my legs curled up under me, and lifting myself up on one hand. “Mrs Reed?” I said it tentatively, and I confess I mumbled a little. It was so weird seeing Her, the Goddess I fantasized over when I was young, the motHer of my boyfriend! Here I was, acting as if She was just Marten's motHer and nothing else!

Her lip curled up into a sneer. Oh, She looked so hot! How could I dare to think of Her as Mrs Reed, Marten's motHer? That was just a play for when he was around, for he mustn't know what She was to me; it would probably sqick him, the poor boy. But now, Mistress Vance, not that otHer woman, was Here before me now. This is who She always is. She took one step forward towards me. “Worm,” She said it forcefully. In that one word, I knew I couldn't hold up the charade, that She knew everything. She slapped the crop against Her thigh, oh, so sexy, slick in the skin-tight leatHer. “Slave dora, you know your place, and it's not on that bed. I expect you to rectify the situation. Now.”

How could I not? I was off that bed like greased lightning. I know, I should have been on my knees before Her the minute She walked in the door, but She surprised me! How could I know She would be Here so soon? I should've known, though. She always came to correct me when I was naughty.

I knelt before Her, my gaze steady on Her black boots, waiting patiently for Her to say something, anything. It seemed like forever before she deigned to speak to me. I could hear the rhythmic tapping of the crop against Her thigh. Oh, I was wet already. I could feel the juices welling up within me, to have my sexy Mistress here in front of me!

“You know why I'm here, don't you, slave?” Her voice, so commanding, so unrelenting, stripped me of my defenses. I quivered before Her.

“Yes, Mistress, I think I, well, You heard about today? How did You find out so soon, and how did You get here so quickly from--”

“Do not question your betters, worm!” Mistress thundered at me, making me cower even more. “You know better than to treat My son this way, and you shall be punished. But first, you will please Me, won't you, little slave?” Her voice softened , pleased to see Her worm cower before Her.

I nodded eagerly, obediently. Perhaps, if I pleased Her well enough, She would relent. I could only hope. I did so want to make my Mistress happy!

“Very well, slave.” Mistress turned on Her heel and strode to my desk chair. She sat down and rested Her boot in front of Her, on its heel. “Lick My boot. Display your devotion to Me, little worm.”

I knew my place here. I crawled on my hands and knees towards Her. When I reached Her boot, I tentatively reached my tongue out and slowly started licking the side of Her boot, tasting the sharp leather. Suddenly, I felt a sharp slap on my back as Mistress lashed out with Her crop. “What are you doing,” she demanded. I cringed back, not knowing what to do. “A disobedient worm like you has to earn the privilege of licking the top of My boot. You will clean the dirt off My sole, bitch.”

I shuddered with the humiliation, and the pleasure. My Mistress was using me as Her tool, Her puppet. I looked at the sole of Her boot, swallowed nervously, and began licking. Thankfully, it didn't taste like She'd walked much on them; She must have just put them on. I carefully licked the sole clean. When I was finished it was sticky with my saliva and my mouth felt dry and cottony. I carefully licked the pointed tip of Her boot, careful not to touch the leatHer with my tongue, and looked up at Mistress, tentatively.

Mistress Veronica smiled evilly down at me. “THere, see? I knew you had not forgotten your place, slave dora. Now, go. Wash out that dirty mouth of yours, and prepare to present yourself to your Mistress. Now! Shoo!” She slapped the crop against Her leather-clad leg again.

I jumped up and dashed into the bathroom, looking around, panicked. I fumbled the Listerine out of the cabinet and took a swig, swishing it around in my mouth to get the dirt-taste of Her boot out of my mouth, even though I really wanted the soiled feeling to stay in my mouth forever, to remind me of how She used me. As I was rinsing my mouth out, I quickly stripped my clothes off, and tried to comb my horrid bed-hair straight. When I spit the Listerine out, I suddenly remembered the old collar I had in the back of the closet. I opened the closet and took it out, quickly putting it on with shaky hands.

I didn't feel quite proper, but I knew Mistress Veronica wouldn't wait forever. I carefully opened the door, and sank to my knees, my shoulders back and my hands on my knees, palms up. My naked body was completely on display, at the mercy of Mistress Veronica. My eyes were forward, but cast down submissively.

I heard Her walk towards me, Her elegantly heeled boots audible on my bedroom floor. “Good slave. I see you even dug out your old decoration.” Her finger snagged on the large O ring on my old, comfortable collar, the one I always wore when I took out the pictures of Her. When Her finger tugged on the O ring, a twinge of pleasure ran through my body and I closed my eyes briefly, lost in the sensation.

When She heard my brief moan, Mistress Veronica let go the ring. “Oh, not yet, my pet. You still need to pay for your crimes.” I let out a small whinny of disappointment. She knelt down behind me. “You want this, don't you, little slut. You want to be My puppet.” Her finger softly traced the line of my jaw, down my neck, slowly, sensually. I moaned. I swear I felt my pussy dripping juices onto the floor.

Her finger continued down my back, like a bead of sweat dripping. I couldn't help myself. “Please, Mistress--”

“Hush, little cunt,” she admonished softly. “You need to learn just what you did this time. You know how you treated Marten, and you know that it was wrong, don't you?”

“But Mistress, I--” I was right about this, damn it! That bitch, Faye!

She suddenly slapped my face. “You will not contradict your betters, slave! Now listen to what you did, and listen good. Do you understand Me?”

I nodded, shaken, gaping at Her dumbly.

“You were angry at Faye, for no good reason, mind, and you took it out on Marten. On Marten, who had nothing to do with what she and Sven did! You took out your own insecurities on him, when you shouldn't have taken them out on nobody but yourself. You are the one at fault here, and no one else, and you shan't have peace until you admit that to yourself. This is why I am Here, and this is why you shall get no enjoyment from Me visiting you. Do you understand, little slave?”

I was beginning to understand now. She was here to give me the correction I deserved. “Yes, Mistress, I understand.” I lowered my head in in submission, and my shoulders began to slump. “Will you grace Your slave with her punishment?”

“Yes, yes I will.” Her voice was softer now, but still stern. Mistress Veronica stepped Her leather-clad leg in front of me and stopped, leaving Her sexy leg right there in front of me. “There will be no pain, nor pleasure for you tonight, My toy, for well do I know that both of these are rewards for you. Instead, you shall do your duty and service Me. This will not be your punishment, though. Your punishment will be to think about your sins all night and all morning. You are not allowed to discuss them with anyone, but merely to think about them and how wrong you are. Nor shall you grant yourself pleasure until My son deigns to give you pleasure himself. You will not masturbate nor allow yourself to orgasm in any way until he himself has decided to make love to you in his own time. Now, come, slave, and service Me. Make your correction worth My time.” She sat on my bed, unsnapped the crotch strap on Her leather bodysuit and lay back. “Pleasure Me, slave, use your tongue and use it well, and perhaps this will be your only punishment.”

Oh, my Mistress, she was finally allowing me to service Her the way I always longed to! I practically leaped from my place on the floor to kneel at the side of the bed, and I dove into Her crotch as if it was the ambrosia of the gods. Feverishly, I lapped up Her delicious nectar, and my tongue paid service to the tender folds of Her vulva and the small hardness of Her clitoris. Eagerly I lapped up every moan of pleasure from my Mistress and every small movement of Her beautiful body.

Finally, I felt Her strong hands grab my hair tightly and shove my face into Her wet cunt, Her pelvis rising to meet my face. I tried to maintain my attentions, but it became so difficult as She used my face to masturbate Herself to orgasm. Finally, after Her delicious juices coated my chin, Mistress released my head and Her body shook with a small shudder.

“You served Me well this night, slave dora. You must always remember who your Mistress is, who controls your soul, and treat My darling son appropriately. I must go now, but sleep, remember My orders, and I will keep an eye on you to make sure you obey.

She rose, then, robed Herself and swept out of the room, shutting the door behind Her. Exhausted, I rose from my knees and collapsed on the bed, falling deeply asleep the instant my head touched the pillow.

It must have been sometime later that I woke, refreshed, and wondering if it had all been a dream. I mean, Marten's mother, the ravishing fetish model and domme of my dreams, hadn't actually come to punish me for blowing up at Marten, had She? Then my hand, on its own, raised to my neck, and I felt the collar around my neck, the collar I'd had stored in my closet for months, and slowly felt its way down my bare naked body, finally resting in the drying stickiness on my crotch and thighs. Had it been a dream? Even if it had, I resolved to follow Her instructions. I should get to Marten's house, but first, I badly needed a shower.

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The setting and (most) characters are from Questionable Content and property of J. Jaques, and used without permission.