Night Of Torture
As I was making my way to the club, I tried not to think of how bad I was going to get it tonight but I knew where she stood with the situation and I would be lying if I said I didn’t deserve it. Still, Tara did bring up a good point when she asked how Ethan had felt about this. What would he think if he found out? You mean WHEN he finds out.
I rolled my eyes at the voice in my head but deep down inside, I knew this could potential crush him. Unknowingly, he was participating in my training alongside one of his best friends who was keeping this secret from him. If he found out Mistress was involved, their friendship could come to an end.
Feeling like the biggest jerk in the world didn’t begin to describe how horrible I was yet some small part of me felt as if it was no big deal and once he realized it he would be all for it. Holding on to that little shred of hope, I drove into the parking lot. Once I was out of my car, I grabbed my things and walked straight into the building.
After I made it to the locker room, I slipped on my robe and mesh cover then locked up my belongings before making my way to the room. Entering the code, I heard to door unlock as I pushed down on the handle. I walked in and hung my robe on the hook then knelt in my spot, trying to be as still as a statue. Before I entered I noticed the clock above the door read 11:25, 5 minutes before I was supposed to be in here and I smiled internally hoping she would appreciate the effort.
A long time passed before I heard the door being unlocked and the gust of wind it produced, caused goosebumps to appear all over my body. I welcomed the cool air as a distraction from the pain in my knees after being in that one spot for such a long time. The clicking of heels on the ceramic tile had my body on edge but what happened next floored me.
“You can get up Ms. Richards. That will be all for our lesson tonight.” She said in a pensive tone.
Fear settled into my core and all I could remember was getting in trouble as a child and my parents would raise their voices making me feel so bad for disappointing them but the only time I was ever terrified, was when they were silent or did nothing at all.
This was one of those times, she did nothing. She didn’t hit me or torment me, hell she didn’t even come in the room at all and that scared the hell out of me. I needed to get her to do something, and I knew just what to do.
“I’m not going anywhere. You agreed to train me and I’m not leaving until you do.”
She stopped dead in her tracks and said, “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“I know what you’re trying to do Britt but it’s not going to work.” She started walking away again making me panic.
“I bet Ethan would have beat my ass until I screamed my safe word but then again you could never be as good of a dom as him, right?”
I could feel the back of my head heating up as her eyes bore through me.
“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, little girl.”
Sounds of drawers opening and slamming and wood hitting the countertop of the table had me rethinking what I had done and without warning I was screaming out in pain as the hard paddle made contact with my ass.
As I jolted forward, she grabbed the bottom of my hair from under the hood and pulled me back into position. Holding it firmly her hand from behind me as she straddled my legs, she trailed the leather crop along my belly and around my breasts.
“You see, Britt, I don’t play nice. I humiliate my subs, I make them hurt so bad they beg me to keep doing it and when they can’t take any more...” She lifted the crop off my skin then smacked my breast hard sending shivers down my body. “I give them something they never had before, the release they’ve always wanted but never could achieve with anyone else.” She lifted the crop once again and smacked my other breast.
As hard as I wanted to scream out from the sudden arousing pain, I bit my tongue and swallowed the sounds threatening to escape my dry mouth. Her grip on my hair tightened and the searing pain in my scalp was so intense I thought she was going to pull it out.
“Now, you don’t want that, do you? You don’t want to be chained to a leash like a filthy dog and degraded like a piece of shit, do you?” She said yanking my head back making me fall to the ground.”
“NO, MISTRESS!” I yelled out reaching for my head and massaging my scalp from the stinging pain she caused.
“Don’t ever compare me to him again because while he is the master dom, I am the champion sadist of this company.”
With her last word she slammed the door closed as I laid on the floor in tears. I knew she and Ethan were not the same but I had no clue why she got pleasure from inflicting pain on others. I slid the mesh off my head and slowly got up then placed the robe around me and walked out the door.
On the drive home, I contemplated throwing in the towel and never going back but I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing I couldn’t handle being a sub. Grant you, the type of person she wants must have something seriously wrong with them to take those kinds of punishments but if I could handle her, I could handle anyone and that was the goal.
When I got home I went straight to my laptop and started searching for everything I could find about how to be a good sub. Website after website, the first thing they focused on was trust. Well you’ve failed in that department already, what’s next? As I kept reading, I realized I was the one with all the control, not Mistress or Ethan.
All I had to do was channel my energy into keeping my cool and staying three steps ahead of them at all times. If she wanted to play this game, I was going to give her a run for her money, because if tonight taught me one thing, it was to never underestimate her again. I closed my computer and laid down. I was too tired to take a shower and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out.
The next morning, I heard Tara in the kitchen making coffee. I was off for the next three days and I planned on making the most of my free time by getting into shape. One of the websites mentioned having a healthy physical regime would help with stamina and durability. Another great tip was to make time for yourself so that you didn’t let the lifestyle consume you and to always keep your personal and professional life separate. You already have that covered!
I made a list of things I enjoyed doing, like cooking, reading, taking walks and swinging at the playground in the middle of the night. After that I made another list of gyms in the area that I could join to help me combat the soreness that I was sure to encounter, eventually.
Even though Mistress agreed not to touch me sexually, I knew she was going to have to improvise now that Ethan was in Sweden and I only hoped she wouldn’t suggest adding someone else to do his part. With him not being around I wasn’t sure I would be able to handle the main reason for going through with it, the pleasure.
Sure, it was about more than just getting off but that was the whole reason to let someone control you sexually. Without it, all you had was assault. My mind had been made up and even if I left every single time with a case of blue lips then I would just have to put my little pink friend to the test and let him finish the job she couldn’t.
Getting up from my bed, I went into the living room and sat down on the couch next to Tara who was sipping her coffee and watching the news. My phone alerted me of a new message and when I looked down I saw Ethan’s name on the screen. I couldn’t contain my excitement as I opened the message and read it.
Ethan: Brittany I made it to Sweden safely. I’ll be at the hospital for the majority of the time I’m here, at least until she is stable enough for me to leave. She also has a lot of work that needs to be done so I will be working from here until I can get to the office.
Me: I’m glad you made it safely. How is Julia doing?
Ethan: She sustained a pretty bad head injury and has been in a medicated coma since the accident but is showing slight improvement. The doctors have been consulting with a Neurologist in the states who is optimistic that she will survive but he cannot tell us how long it will take.
Me: That is good news. Please stay safe and try not to overwork yourself.
Ethan: I won't. Have a good day!
Me: You too!
"So what did lover boy say?" Tara said as she nudged me with her shoulder.
"Julia is doing ok but she is still not out of the woods. I hope everything turns out ok." Saying as I placed my phone on the table.
"It will be. Now, lets watch some trashy TV."
She turned on her favorite reality show as I fixed myself some coffee and tried to fight back the green monster making it's way from inside me. Even though they were colleagues, it still felt shitty being dropped the day after he asked me to be his girlfriend to fly over 3700 miles to be with another woman.
I can relate on so many levels with Britt about how silence is worse than an ass whooping. As a parent and as a child!!!!!!
Mistress is rough, got damn I hope she pulls some shit like that again on little miss innocent, only next time it should be in front of Ethan. I want to see him get mad!!!
It's about time he finally gets to Sweden, although I don't really know how much time has passed so it feels like it took him forever.