Turned my Mistress

I wake up and I’m trussed up and bent over. ‘Fuck,’ I manage to say.

With that, she grabs my hair and says: ‘You remember that lesson? You’re about to learn it. You’ve got a choice though. Do you want it easy? Or hard?’

‘What fucking lesson? What have I done to you?’

‘Easy or hard?’

Thinking about the last time she was hard on me I said, ‘Easy. Easy. I want it easy.’

‘Okay. Then you must follow the rules. Rule one is you must obey your mistress. That means you call me Mistress. Understand sissy?’

‘Why you keep calling me sissy?’

She slaps me hard. ‘You are only going to get one more chance sissy, if you get it wrong – I break you, hard.’

Dejected and beaten, I reply, ‘Easy please Mistress.’

She smiles and nods curtly. She turns and grabs something from behind, ‘Open your mouth sissy.’

I oblige, not wanting to be slapped again and she places something on my tongue.

‘Swallow,’ She demands. She next opens a small brown bottle, ‘This is to help the entry. You must sniff until I say stop. Understood?’