Whipped

 

The way Kate had looked at me made my appetite drop immediately.

Maybe I shouldn’t have woken Miss A. up… perhaps it had been better I had handled it alone, somehow…

“You need to eat” Her voice sounded sweet; almost caring even. It made me uneasy.

The voice at the back of my head knew better.

“Yes Miss A.” I replied as curtly as I could and picked up my bruschetta and began to eat; carefully.

“Is something troubling you?” she saw straight through me. I swallowed and felt the bread scratch my oesophagus going down.

“I’m fine, Miss A. Thank you.” I made sure to remember to use her title. I did not want to upset her.

I just wasn’t so sure if it was for hers or for my own benefit… perhaps it was that I just needed to do well at something for once.

“I will remind you that you can leave here anytime you like, okay sweetie?” she leaned forward; showing me her kindest face.

Sweetie… oh. Had I really earned that privilege back already? I thought she had stopped calling me that when I disappointed her?

My eyes strayed to my wrapped wrist.

I didn’t feel like I was ready…

“I know that, Miss A.” I kept my responses brief and took another small bite. My body worked mechanically; I felt queasy and worried if I ate much more I would have another episode in the kitchen sink… I never wanted to repeat that.

“Good” she smiled at me, with her most dashing of smiles. Was she trying to cheer me up?

“I need you to assist me with a client today” she turned the subject back to pure business; she wasn’t getting far with trying to talk about me.

“Yes, Miss A.”

How exactly was I supposed to help her? My mind drew a complete blank.

Somewhere deep down I was curious, as well as horrified. There were two likely scenarios and I tried to dismiss both of them.

 

“You don’t have to do anything, sweetie” she reached for my hand. Just then I felt I had begun to shiver.

I wanted to retrieve my hand the second our skin made contact. I stopped myself; thinking it was the wisest move.

“I only need you to watch, I’d like to explore a bit of voyeurism with him” A sinister smile crept on her lips.

I held my breath long enough for my chest to start burning.

I recognized that look in her eyes. The professional dominatrix.

“You’re just going to stand there and watch, you don’t speak; not unless I address you” her professional face stayed on as she instructed me. “From the moment we enter you stand close to the door. Don’t take your eyes off of him. If you feel uncomfortable; fight it” she looked into my eyes; wanting to know if I understood the rules. I nodded solemnly. “Be strong”

“Y-yes. Miss A.” I choked on my own voice.

It was one thing to have watched her in action on a screen… but to have to be in the room… My heart thumped hard in my chest.

The mere thought scared me.

And, what scared me most was the thought of being in the room with a man; a man who would be sexually aroused and brought to a point where he wouldn’t be able to think clearly. I knew all too well what could happen when a man only could give into his needs.

My heart stopped beating, sitting in my throat, growing… threatening to throttle me.  

What if… No, not again. Never again.

“Mira?”  her voice sounded so far away. I could no longer feel her hand on top of mine. I had grown cold and numb.

She pinched my hand hard with her fingers. The pain brought me back to the room; gasping for air.

I forced myself to focuse on her.

“Sweetie?” She looked at me with wide eyes. My spacing out had shocked her. I had cracked her dominatrix façade…

“What happened?” she wondered carefully.

I bit my lip hard.

“speak to me” she remained kind, but somehow there was a threat hiding between the lines.

I was tempted to flash her a smile and tell her I was just fine… but my sphincter twitched and reminded me of how well that went last time.

“I am scared” I confessed. I couldn’t find any words to explain it further to her.

There were many ways to explain that I had an irrational but very real fear that somehow I brought out the sexual demons in any men I got close to… but none of them came to me.

“Of him?” she raised a brow and couldn’t hold back her relieved chuckle. “Oh sweet Mira. I’ll tie him down and give him what he deserves. You should know I am, and I will always be in full control” her eyes burned into me.

I nodded silently. Agreeing.

She reached for me, holding my chin; in what must have looked like a delicate grip to someone observing it; giving my face a good look.

Her fingers were remarkably strong for her size though.

“We need to redo the lipstick”.

She had finished her lunch while we talked, and to my relief allowed me to get away only having eating one of the bruschetta’s on my plate.

 

…

 

She took me to her bedroom and sat me down at her vanity table. I tried to keep my eyes on her; ignoring the reflection.

“Don’t you know you’re supposed to use powder over the lipstick?” she muttered disapprovingly as she wiped it off my lips.

“Open your mouth, as if you’re about to go ‘Oh’” she said, and I did.

She applied a layer of her own blood red lipstick; I kept my eyes on hers… watching her concentrate on filling my lips, it made her brow furrow just a little.

She put the lipstick back on the table reaching for a paper tissue with one hand, the other grabbed the powder brush and dipped it. She placed the tissue over my lip and dabbed the brush over the tissue.

“Lube also works for keeping the colour in place” she informed me as she put away the makeup. Lube? “Though that makes it a bit too shiny for you. The matte look is a lot more attractive”. A genuine smile flashed on her lips and I felt it radiate to my stomach, setting off a little butterfly…

“You’re ready. Be strong” she reminded me of the task at hand.