Mistress?

Manipulating the honorific willfully appeals to my fantasies of being treated capriciously.

One my knees, hands and feet hogtied together behind me. It was the first time I submitted to Her. Sitting in Her chair looking at me, I felt I was being examined with an eye to being improved like a bit of hardware that required tuning.

I didn’t see her sudden slap against the side of my face coming.

“Do you know why I slapped you?”

“No “¦ ” not sure what to say I concluded ” “¦ Mistress.”

The second slap seemed faster and harder.

“The first slap was because I can and I like to. The second was for addressing me as Mistress. Did I give you permission to use that word?”

“No “¦ ?” confused I let the word peter out, half a question.

She grabbed an ear lobe between her fingers and bent down.

“Every slave has made common with his fantasies!”

“I “¦ ” Didn’t finish because one of her nails cut into my captive lobe.

“Shut up, never speak without permission. Never make an assumption. I may instruct you to call me My Lady, Goddess, M’am or even Mistress. I may change the words you address me every day. If you forget and use the wrong one you’ll be punished. Not that I need an excuse. But I’ll enjoy your knowing that you might’ve escaped a beating if only you’d been more careful.”

“For now I think you should say nothing.” And she reached for the ball gag on the table.