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  Mistress Karin

  Constance Pennington Smythe

  Copyright © 2008

  ISBN 978-1-934446-12-6

  Cover Art by VIPER

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  Romance Divine LLC

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  Second Edition

  Previously Published as: Mistress Karin

  ISBN 978-1-60054-052-X

  For All My

  Lovely Girls,

  You Know

  Who You Are

  Mistress Karin

  Constance

  Pennington Smythe

  One

  It began as it did every morning.

  Karin Calloway burrowed into the covers and nestled her head deeper into the pillow. She was awake now, and felt the hands gently massaging her feet. Then she felt the tongue, Suzette’s tongue, delicately licking the soles. They were soft loving licks, from the ball of the foot to the heel. Suzette’s tongue flattened itself over her Mistress’s foot, steadily moving just the way she had been trained. While she licked one foot, her hands gently massaged the other.

  Karin stretched and sighed. Twenty more minutes, she thought. She’d give herself twenty minutes since she didn’t have to be at the office early today. And after all, she owned what was once ‘his’ e company.

  Because she had been well trained, Suzette continued her ministrations. This was her first morning service to her Mistress, to kneel naked at the foot of Mistress’s bed and wake her with a foot rub. Routine was the hallmark of Suzette’s life. She never had to think of her next action; her’s was an orderly and well regimented existence. She was trained to perform exacting service.

  Fifteen minutes later, Suzette saw Karin stretch and spread her legs, and responded immediately to this non-verbal command. Gently, she climbed onto the bed and carefully positioned herself at Mistress’s bottom, her pink tongue delicately descending into the puckered opening.

  Satisfied with the anal foreplay, Karin flexed her bottom, a silent command for Suzette to go deeper. Karin sighed. A Mistress doesn’t need words when her slave is properly trained, she thought. Discipline and rigorous training are all they need...and a desire to serve. Suzette possessed the desire to serve, Karin provided the training, and now it was paying off. She wasn’t exactly sure what kind of life Suzette now had, and she didn’t really care. Karin was getting exactly what she wanted and that was really all that mattered.

  “Deeper!” Karin said. She spread her legs wider, opening herself more as Suzette strained to burrow her face even deeper into her Mistress’s pink cleft.

  “Wiggle it about in there, don’t just stick it in. Ah, yes, that’s better, um...yes.”

  After another five minutes, and finally satisfied, Karin snapped her fingers.

  Suzette moved quickly to take up a kneeling position on the floor by Mistress’s side of the bed, her hands demurely clasped behind her back, her body erect, eyes cast down to the floor.

  Karin rose from her bed and stood before Suzette. With a beautifully manicured nail she lifted Suzette’s chin. The hand suddenly came away from the chin and delivered a stinging slap. Suzette flinched but did not break position. Karin smiled; the benefits of training included lots of slapping. She struck Suzette again. SLAP!

  “Your tongue in my ass is one of the greatest privileges you can receive.” SLAP! Suzette’s face was getting red. “When you are allowed to tongue my ass,” ...SLAP... “you need to do it like it’s the most important thing in your life.” SLAP!

  Suzette remained upright, to break position during discipline always invited more of the same. But her face stung, and she shook uncontrollably as tears began to form.

  Karin reached down and grabbed a nipple between her long, blood-red nails. As she pinched and twisted, Suzette squirmed internally with the pain, but did not flinch.

  Karin laughed. “You little slut,” she chided, noticing Suzette’s growing erection. With that she planted a foot on Suzette’s chest and pushed her to the floor. “Get my slippers.”

  Suzette crawled away to fetch the slippers, bringing them back in her mouth.

  Karin took the slippers, checking them for tooth marks. She nodded approvingly, “Yes my little bitch, you’re learning.” She dropped the slippers on the floor and Suzette lovingly helped her into them.

  Kneeling before her Mistress, Suzette felt Karin’s mocking disdain. Cowering, she knelt with her hands planted firmly, palms down, on the carpet.

  Karin moved her foot slowly, lightly dragging the sole of the shoe over Suzette’s splayed fingers. Gradually, she applied more pressure. Because she knew her slave paid heed to the increasing pain, she wouldn’t notice Karin reaching for the riding crop on the bedside table.

  Suzette didn’t see Karin pick up the crop, focused instead on the pain being inflicted on her hand. A sore hand would be no excuse for failing to perform Mistress’s long list of the day’s demanding chores.

  With increasing pressure, Karin ground her shoe into Suzette’s hand. She brought the crop down on Suzette’s ass in a sudden and brutal attack. SMACK! Suzette flinched and cried out. “I do enjoy our little morning sessions,” laughed Karin, “don’t you?”

  “If it pleases Mistress,” Suzette whimpered.

  “I do whatever pleases me, whenever I want.” The crop came down again. SMACK! Karin gave Suzette’s hand a final step and backed away. “Go prepare my morning bath.”

  As Suzette crawled to the bathroom to do her Mistress’ bidding, she heard Karin’s mocking voice. “My little slut, maybe if you’re good this morning I’ll piss in your oatmeal.”

  While Karin bathed, Suzette changed into her uniform. The daily maid outfit was usually the same unless Mistress directed otherwise. Karin preferred Suzette wear a garter belt with black seamed stockings and no panties so that she, or any of her guests, could grope Suzette at their leisure.

  For today, Mistress selected a heavily boned and underwired bra, with rather large breast inserts, giving Suzette that ridiculous and slutty look befitting her position. A black maid’s dress with white lace trim and apron went over the undergarments. Accessories included a black and white lace choker and white maid’s cap. For morning and afternoon duties, black patent four inch stiletto heels were worn. Depending on the evening’s activities the heels would increase to five inch or six inches. Suitably attired and having accomplished her kitchen duties, Suzette knocked on the bathroom door.

  “In,” Karin commanded. Suzette entered and curtsied sloppily, her attention focused on not spilling the juice in the glass. She carefully placed the glass on the ledge of the tub and turned slowly to be inspected.

  When Karin casually placed two fingers to her lips Suzette pulled the pack of cigarettes and a lighter from her apron pocket and placed the nearby ashtray next to the juice.

  When the cigarette was lit, Karin blew a long stream of smoke into Suzette’s face. With a gesture indicating boredom, she dismissed her and watched Suzette back demurely out of the room. Karin sank into the warm bath and savored her first cigarette of the day. Such pampering, and to think of all the years she wasted as a typical wife. Hers was now a life of luxury. She reveled in her role as the s
poiled bitch and intended not to waste another minute on anything that wasn't solely for her pleasure or amusement.

  The very thought of such endless hedonistic pleasures made her sex tingle. She dropped the cigarette in the ashtray, her hands disappearing into the warm soapy water. She sought out those folds of skin that lay between her legs, stroking herself lovingly, feeling the sensations of the caresses in the warm water. With her left hand she spread herself and let the fingers of her right find their way inside. Hungrily she touched and stroked her wet, hot sex. Mmm, it’s good to be me, a spoiled and pampered bitch who gets what she wants. It’s good to be me.

  She finished her bath and reached for the crystal bell. A casual observer might think Karin collected bells, as they were found all over the house, but the bells were a convenience and a symbol of her power. Suzette had been painstakingly trained to respond to the bells. Karin gave the bell two quick shakes. Within seconds, she heard the clicking of Suzette’s heels as she made her way toward Mistress’s bath.

  Entering properly and offering heartfelt respect, Suzette took a large, luxurious towel and wrapped it around her Mistress. She grabbed another towel and dropped to her knees to dry Karin’s legs and feet. When the feet were dry Suzette placed the high-heeled slippers on Karin’s feet, as Mistress casually discarded the towel to the floor for her maid to tend later.

  Suzette crawled to the bathroom door and knelt on the hard, tile floor. As Karin strode from the bathroom, she managed to step on each of Suzette’s hands without breaking her stride or to peer down and aim her steps. Suzette winced as Karin’s spiked heels mauled her hands but uttered no cry. To complain would be to invite a punishment much worse than that momentary discomfort.

  Karin delighted in these episodes. Is it my imagination or can I really feel the way the flesh and knuckles compress under the hard plastic platform soles and spiked heels? Mmmmm...such a delicious suffering and torment to inflict.

  “My gray suit with the pink shell and my gray pumps,” Suzette heard from the bedroom.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Suzette went to the closet and removed Karin’s gray skirt and jacket and the soft, silk, pink shell. She carefully took the exquisite shoes from their box. Suzette carried the items to Karin’s dressing table and hung the suit on the nearby rack. When she finished with this task she applied a moisturizing lotion to Karin’s back and shoulders.

  Karin hung her head, sighed and relaxed. A skilled masseuse taught Suzette to perform these services. The masseuse was a stern woman and the training regimen rather harsh, but Suzette learned her lessons well. In return, Suzette kept the masseuse’s house clean and performed other domestic and “personal” chores. It was a month well spent mused Karin. Sublimely moisturized and satiated Karin snapped her fingers.

  Suzette immediately stopped and moved to stand beside her Mistress, head hung submissively, hands clasped behind her back, feet together, her “waiting” position.

  Except for her clear spike heels, Karin was naked, a pleasure she indulged in regularly. It was fun, enticing Suzette with pleasures she would seldom enjoy. Karin reached under Suzette’s dress and lightly stroked the cock, feeling the tremors that ran through her maid’s flesh. No matter how much you punish them, humiliate them and degrade them, they still long for and respond to that touch. Karin loved teasing her maid and she was a master at her craft.

  “Toast, two pieces,” she murmured as she tormented the cock with her fingernails.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Coffee.” Her fingernail traced a circle around the sensitive head of the cock. Suzette’s knees buckled, bringing a smile to Karin’s face. “An egg in one of the Egg Coddler cups.” Karin began to pinch the head of the cock between her dagger-like nails. Such a fine line between pleasure and pain. She pinched harder.

  “Please, Mistress,” Suzette begged.

  Karin yanked on the cock, pulling Suzette down. With her free hand she slapped Suzette across the face.

  “Did I give you permission to speak?” she yelled. Her grip on the cock tightened.

  “No, Mistress.”

  “You’ve got a rough little mouth, you bitch. You better clean up your act or I’ll beat you so bad you won’t sit for the next three days.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Maybe we need to soften up your mouth a bit. Hmmm, let’s see what we have,” Karin purred as she looked over her makeup table. With her wicked smile, she continued, “Yes, yes, stick out your tongue.”

  Suzette complied and Karin roughly grabbed it between her fingernails, pulling hard as she picked up a container of baby powder. “This should soften up that rough little mouth of yours.”

  Suzette’s eyes widened with fear. She tried to shake her head in a desperate plea. “Plthh, nahh, plth,” Suzette mumbled, her tongue still in Karin’s grasp.

  “I’m sorry dear, but I really can’t understand what you’re trying to say.” Karin smiled now, enjoying herself. She stretched the wet, pink tongue and lightly dusted it with the baby powder. Suzette made horrible noises and tears formed in her eyes. Karin simply laughed, released Suzette’s tongue and pushed her away. “Close that mouth and keep it closed.”

  Suzette retreated and resumed her position, making horrible faces and gagging sounds. “Don’t you dare throw up on my fine Turkish rug! If you do, you’ll lick up every drop.” Karin let Suzette stand and suffer for a few moments while she laughed and mocked her. “All right, go and finish my breakfast.”

  Suzette curtsied, turned and walked away.

  Karin’s eyes followed her with a look of disgust. Those curtsies were sloppy; we’ll have to work on those some more.

  When Karin came downstairs she found Suzette standing beside the impeccably set dining room table. Breakfast was prepared exactly as Karin had ordered. Suzette pulled out the chair for her Mistress then poured the coffee. When the cup was full, Suzette returned to her submissive position.

  Karin picked up the morning paper to peruse the business section while she ate in silence. When she was finished eating, she put two fingers to her lips and Suzette responded with the obligatory cigarette. Her breakfast finished, Karin placed her plate on the floor.

  Suzette dropped to her hands and knees, crawled to the plate and licked it clean of the leftovers while her Mistress read her newspaper and smoked. She continued until the tinkling bell prompted her next task, when she arose and cleared the table. She poured her Mistress a last cup of coffee before taking the dirty dishes to the kitchen.

  Karin was oblivious to Suzette’s efforts. After all, the creature is only doing what she was trained to do, right?

  When Karin entered the kitchen Suzette curtsied to her Mistress who absently nodded. Suzette went to the center of the room and knelt on the hard, cold kitchen tile.

  Karin took the blender, filled it with cold water, poured in some oatmeal and pushed the “Stir” switch. She turned to face her kneeling maid and put another cigarette in her holder. The blender churned while Karin smoked. “I may be bringing someone home tonight. If so, I’ll call and give you instructions.” Casually, she knocked the cigarette ash into the blender. “You have your list of chores for today and I’ll expect them to be complete when I get home.” She tapped more ash into the blender, then bent over and spit, her drool consumed in the whirling vortex. “I’ve scheduled you an appointment with Trudi, today, at one. Be sure and behave.”

  She smoked in silence for a moment and flicked more ash into the blender. Finally she reached over and turned off the appliance, the room lapsing into momentary silence. Blender in one hand, she walked towards Suzette, circling her prey. The only sound in the room was the clicking of her heels. Taking her time, she walked around the kitchen and slowly poured the cold, disgusting porridge on the floor. “I do hope you appreciate that I have taken the time to prepare your breakfast. And I want you to lick up each and every drop. Remember, the cameras will be on, and I, and my secretary, can monitor you on our computers at work.” Karin
finished her walk, admiring the slimy trail of gruel on the floor. She dropped the empty blender in the sink and walked to the front door.

  Suzette rose to fetch Karin’s coat and briefcase, and found Karin touching up her lipstick at the mirror by the front door.

  Karin took the final drag on her cigarette, knocked the ash to the tile floor and placed the holder in a nearby ashtray. She allowed Suzette to help with her coat then pointed a finger towards the floor. Words aren’t required when they are properly trained.

  Suzette dropped to her knees to kiss the toes of Mistress’s shoes, paused for a moment, and then licked up the cigarette ash.

  Karin laughed. “Well, well, my little bitch, it seems that husbands can be trained. I’ll inspect your work this evening; do a good job.” With that she turned and left.

  Suzette knew that the secretaries were monitoring the cameras as Karin drove to the office. Resignedly, she crawled into the kitchen to lick up the mess, her breakfast, left by Mistress Karin. All in all it had been a typical morning for both of them.

  Two

  Six Months Earlier

  Timing was everything. Karin needed to pick the right moment to catch him off guard; Steven would be most surprised, confused, and helpless in those first critical moments. They were sitting on the couch watching TV, reading, relaxing, when she began his descent into slavery and submission.

  “Do you really want to be my love slave?” she asked.

  “Sure,” he stammered. “Haven’t - uh - I - uh, always said so?” He was startled and confused.

  Karin gave him a long and seductive stare. The silence made him nervous and she smiled as he nervously licked his lips. “Do you know what that means?”

  “Yea, it - it means I do everything to please you, obey you completely, uh - that kind of thing.” He said it as more of a question, hoping to get some reassurance. Her timing had been perfect; he definitely was taken aback by my statement.