Turned my Mistress

I’m sticky. I open my legs and I am covered in a creamy clear substance. Did I cum? I did. I was so lost in it, I was so lost in it that I didn’t see the figure in the doorway.

‘You enjoy yourself sissy?’

It’s the same voice as before. I sit up and try to pull the dressing gown over my exposed bits. It doesn’t work. ‘Who the fuck are you?’

She springs forward and slaps me across my face. ‘Who the fuck am I? Who the fuck am I? I’m your fucking mistress and don’t you forget it.’

My head is spinning as I climb off the floor, anger rising in me, ‘Fuck you hitting me like that!’ I stand and go at her with arms outstretched, I’m gonna give her one back.

Somehow she has grabbed me and I’m on the cold hard floor again, with my arms pinned above my head. ‘Looks like a lesson has to be learned!’ She says, as she starts slapping me with her free hand. This bitch is strong. I fight back, but cannot do anything. With her free hand, she covers my mouth and nose. The last thing I hear is her cruelly laughing and saying, ‘lights out!’