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INTRODUCTION TO MISTRESS MINX

Having visited several Mistresses over the years with varying degrees of success I stumbled across the House website and was immediately struck by how professional and inviting it looked. Viewing the Mistress gallery I was instantly impressed by the beauty and poise of a young lady named Mistress Minx and I felt an overwhelming desire to make contact with her.

Summing up my courage I called the number provided and I blurted out my desire to serve a Mistress in a domestic capacity and politely enquired whether Mistress Minx may have such a position. Mistress Minx listened intently and immediately put me at ease by informing me that she felt she could use my services and she gave me a time and date to report for duty.

Before I knew it I found myself on the pavement outside a neat terraced house and as I approached the door I felt my mouth going dry with anticipation. I hesitated slightly then with a rush of adrenalin I pushed the bell and as I heard it ring inside the premises I realised that I had reached the point of no return. There was a slight pause and then I heard the unmistakable sound of high heels echoing along a tiled corridor accompanied by a rattling of keys.

The door opened and I first caught sight of Mistress Minx and I saw that she was a beautiful looking woman in her 20s with long dark hair tumbling around her shoulders. She wore a black PVC dress that showed off an ample cleavage and her shapely body together with athletic looking legs, partially concealed by black thigh length boots, bore witness to a disciplined fitness regime. It was not necessary for either of us to speak and with a nod of her head Mistress invited me in. I obediently stepped inside as Mistress Minx secured the door and I was drawn into a world of female supremacy.

Mistress Minx walked to a ground floor room and I meekly followed. Once inside, she invited me to sit and then took her place next to me on a long black couch. She smiled broadly, giving me much needed reassurance, and with her soft complexion she just looked both young and radiant.

'Now, remind me,' she said softly, 'Who are you?'

I again felt my mouth going dry and but managed to compose myself and although I was conscious of a slight quiver in my voice, I politely reminded her of the conversation we had held earlier that week.

'Ah yes,' she smiled, 'I remember you.'

Her tone and her manner was both polite and engaging and if it wasn't for the fact that I was seated in the presence of supreme goddess I could very well have been going through the routines of a job interview.

However, suddenly and without warning, her tone became sharper.

'You need to know that I have very high standards,' she warned, 'and if you work for me I demand complete obedience. If you do not live up to my high demands you will be punished and your services will no longer be required. Do you understand?'

I nodded, slightly taken aback by her quick change of personality.

'Good,' she smiled, releasing the tension slightly.

We then engaged in a brief discussion and I paid tribute to Mistress Minx before she suddenly stood and walked towards the door. However, before exiting, she turned sharply and gave me a clear and concise instruction in a voice that demanded my full attention.

'Now, go upstairs into the room on the right and remove all your clothing,' she commanded, 'fold your clothing neatly on the side then kneel down on the floor. I shall be up when I am ready.'

I did as I was instructed and found myself in a purple coloured room that was racked out with an assortment of BDSM equipment and furniture. With my heart racing I assumed my submissive position and for the first time I noticed that the room was partially walled by two large floor to ceiling mirrors.

From my crouched position I glanced backwards between my legs and was greeted by a rear view reflection of myself. Naked and humbled, I clearly saw the white cheeks of my bottom with my cock and balls dangling vulnerable and unprotected. Surely it was not possible to feel any more isolated and alone totally under the control of another?

I continued to wait in this position lost in my own thoughts and acutely aware of the all pervading silence. I felt the tension build as the clock ticked on... three minutes... four minutes... five minutes...

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the unmistakable sound of a door opening and closing on the ground floor. I then heard the now familiar click of high heeled boots but this time the sound did not carry to the front door but changed to a light step as Mistress Minx started climbing the stairs towards me.

Seconds later I sensed her enter the room and the clicking heels became louder as she slowly circled me inspecting her new slave for the first time.

'Place the palms of your hands towards the ceiling,' she barked.

In my prostrate position with my nose buried into the floor, I quickly flicked my back stretched arms into the position she commanded.

'Good,' she purred, 'This is your position, every time I enter the room I expect you to be in this position.' She paused to allow this instruction to sink in.

'Do you understand?' she snapped.

'Yes, Mistress,' I responded, knowing that I was already falling under her spell.

Mistress Minx then instructed me in the House Rules and I obediently repeated each rule until Mistress was satisfied that I understood. I then sensed her walk to where my head was still buried in the floor and from the corner of my eye I noticed she was carrying a long, black, whippy cane that she began tapping impatiently on her booted foot.

'Right,' she announced, 'Let's see how quickly it learns... what is rule number four... rule number two... rule number one?'

Although I tried to answer quickly and comprehensively I soon became a little confused and any lengthy pause or incorrect answer was met with a sharp sting of her cane across my upturned bottom.

As she punished me she spoke to me calmly but with an unmistakable authority.

'These are my rules, slave,' she said, 'and you must learn them inside out.'

Mistress Minx then went to an adjoining room and returned with a maid's outfit that consisted of a black top and white apron together with a pair of stockings and a pair of bright red panties. She instructed me to put them on and returned to inspect me some minutes later. She then instructed me to stand and adjust my new attire to her satisfaction.

'That's better,' she declared, 'that is how you must present yourself in the future. I will not tolerate scruffy or slovenly maids.'

I was then instructed to follow Mistress Minx into an adjoining room which I soon discovered was a boudoir complete with a toilet and hand basin. I knelt at her feet as my Mistress gave me a list of duties.

Mistress Minx told me to rearrange the clothes rack and to clean and polish all the shoes. She then instructed me to clean up the House make-up bag, disposing of any contents that may look damaged or empty. Finally she instructed me to clean both the toilet and the sink.

'Now, get on with it, bitch,' she said, and turning on her heels she left me with my duties.

In my eagerness to impress I set upon my tasks with great gusto and had just finished disinfecting the toilet when I again heard Mistress Minx’s footsteps on the stairs. I assumed my submissive position as my Mistress walked back into the room.

She did not speak but it was clear that she was inspecting my handiwork.

I then heard her rattling through the clothes rail and selected items were then thrown down on top of me.

'That does not go there,' she scolded.

'I told you how I want this rack, now fucking well do it as you were told!' She left as quickly as she had entered.

I felt disappointed that, already, I seemed to have let my Mistress down and quickly gathered up the clothing she had thrown to the floor replacing them neatly on their hangers in the manner which she had instructed.

Mistress Minx returned some time later and this time appeared a little more satisfied with my work. She then instructed me to follow her into another large room situated off the main stairway but on the left. The room gave off a red glow which was further enhanced by red burning candles. Again the walls were racked with implements of discipline and restraint and I identified a whipping bench and a cage in adjacent corners of the room. Mistress pointed to the floor and I noticed that spilt wax had dried on the wooden surface.

'As you can see,' she volunteered, 'some over-enthusiastic wax play. Now get it up - I want to see this floor spotlessly clean.'

'Yes, Mistress,' I replied obediently, and no sooner had she left the room I was on my knees scraping away at the ingrained wax which proved more troublesome to remove than I first imagined.

I worked away feverishly and some twenty minutes later I heard Mistress Minx returning. I fell to my knees just in time and I could feel her walk past me to inspect my work. At first there was a silence and I felt some relief that, at last, I appeared to have completed a task to her exacting standards. However this relief was short lived as, with some annoyance, Mistress Minx pointed to the metal base of a candle stick holder which was still caked in dry wax.

'I thought I told you to clean this, you lazy bitch!' she snapped. Clearly, Mistress was justifiably angry and I started to speak in a weak attempt to justify this glaring oversight, but Mistress Minx quickly put me in my place.

'Rule number three!' she shouted over me, 'What is rule number three?'

I quickly, and somewhat surprisingly, started to repeat the rule that made it clear that a slave should not speak unless spoken to.

'Exactly!' She retorted. 'You do not speak unless you are spoken with. Now, get on to the bench.'

Any thoughts of answering back had now evaporated and I obediently placed myself over the bench. Mistress Minx then unceremoniously lifted my dress and pulled my red panties down to my knees. Swiftly and skillfully she then shackled me into place and I was unable to move.

I heard her walk deliberately to the back of the room and I guessed that she was selecting an instrument of discipline. My guess seemed pretty accurate as I heard her swishing a number of canes, making a frightening and mind-focusing crack.

She came to a decision and I heard her approach me, knowing that my upturned arse and dangling genitals were in her full view and her at complete mercy. She slowly started to rub the cane along the base of my balls allowing me to feel its length and thin whippy make up.

'Lift your arse,' she commanded in a voice that made it clear that she meant business. Feeling both humiliated and vulnerable I did as instructed but it was not good enough.

'Higher, bitch!' she shouted, and I immediately forced my bottom even higher straining against the shackles that held me firmly in place.

There was a pause then Mistress Minx brought her cane down firmly against the cheeks of my bottom causing a sharp stinging pain to rip through me. I took a quick intake of breath and gasped loudly, but before the pain had chance to subside she had expertly landed another blow close to where her first stroke had landed.

'You must learn to obey me,' she said. 'I will not tolerate disobedience and any disobedience will be severely punished.'

I gasped again in anticipation of further strokes but she showed little sympathy.

'Stop whining, bitch, you are going to receive ten further strokes and don't forget to count them.'

Mistress Minx was clearly warming to her task and continued to cane me without mercy in an expert and rhythmic fashion.

'One. Thank you, Mistress...' I began.

'Two. Thank you, Mistress...'

'Three. Thank you, Mistress...'

Mistress Minx finally reached her set target and her mood changed slightly as she gently rubbed my burning cheeks in small circles with the palm of her hand. This gesture was both smoothing but it also served to remind me that I had let my Mistress down, and in a way her comforting stroking was just as painful as the thrashing I had received.

'You must learn,' she murmured softly, 'I will not hesitate to discipline you and if you cannot follow a simple instruction you are of no use to me.'

Her voice was mesmerising and her confidence combined with a slight arrogance of someone who rightly knew that she was superior was overwhelming and a little surprising in a Mistress of such tender years.

The penny started to drop and I realised that I had found something special, a true Mistress who was not role-playing, but was simply resorting to type as a dominant woman who knew what she wanted and knew that mere males needed control and discipline to bring them into line with her values.

Mistress Minx had made it clear from the outset that she demanded the very highest standards and she had given me a simple instruction, yet still I had let her down. I felt both guilty and annoyed with myself and vowed that I would try harder.

I was already slipping deep into subspace under the control of this highly skilled Mistress and my attention was now totally and utterly focused upon my new queen, Mistress Minx.

Mistress Minx unfastened me and walked to the cage and opened the door. She did not have to speak and I meekly climbed into the restricted area as she firmly fastened the cage door behind me.

'Now, I have other business to attend to,' she advised me, 'and you can stay there and reflect on your behaviour. Your stinging bottom should act as a reminder that you have not pleased me and so far I am undecided whether to keep you.'

She turned and walked out and I watched her magnificent form disappear as the front bell rasped into life signaling another caller. I heard an exchange of voices and then heard heavy footsteps climb the stairs and settle into the purple room. I assumed that another slave was now in position awaiting Mistress Minx’s attention.

Shortly afterwards the now familiar footsteps came up the stairs and I heard Mistress Minx enter the room where her next victim was no doubt naked and prostrate eager to do his Mistress's bidding. Her strong, confident and articulate voice carried across the corridor as Mistress Minx started to put her new slave through his paces. It was both frustrating yet exciting to be close enough to hear some of the exchanges but not close enough to see anything.

However knowing that my Mistress was aware I was caged in the next room and knowing that she had the confidence that I would remain silent and not dare interrupt her session provided me with something to celebrate.

Surely she must realise that I am both genuine and desperate to serve her and surely she would not risk leaving me caged and unsupervised if she did not believe that I could be trusted? I held onto this crumb of comfort.

After a good hour I heard Mistress Minx bringing the session to a close and her more relaxed and friendly tone of voice confirmed that playtime was over. I then heard her leave the purple room and some five minutes later I heard heavier footsteps also making their way down the narrow staircase.

There seemed to be an amicable exchange of words and I then heard the rattle of keys as the front door opened and then was firmly closed and secured. More footsteps, and then the ground floor door leading to Mistress Minx's private quarters opened and closed and the house fell silent.

I continued to wait, now starting to feel decidedly uncomfortable as the cage limited my movement and I was unable to stretch out limbs that had started to feel awkward having been squashed into the same position for some time.

Five minutes passed... then ten minutes... and a wave of panic accompanied by a real feeling of abandonment started to wash over me.

Surely Mistress Minx had not forgotten me, I thought. Why hasn't she come to see me? Is she punishing me still further or has she simply forgotten that I am locked in the cage in her dungeon?

I then realised that I was desperate for her very presence, desperate to tell her how sorry I was and desperate to be given another chance to make amends. The longer I remained isolated and alone the more I longed for her.

As I was wrestling with these emotions, suddenly and without warning I heard the downstairs door open and close and I heard my Mistress on the stairway. She had not forgotten and I felt myself stir sexually in both gratitude and appreciation.

She entered the room without a word and opened the cage door. I gingerly crawled past her long booted legs and obediently assumed my submissive position.

She chose not to speak and simply stood over me and, although a little apprehensive, I was comforted once more by her mere presence.

'Well,' she said, 'Have you learned your lesson?'

'Yes, Mistress,' I stammered, 'I am so very sorry.'

'Sorry is not good enough around here,' she retorted, 'I demand your full obedience. You must listen to me.'

'Yes, Mistress,' I whispered, feeling positively humbled by the whole experience.

'Stand up,' she commanded, and I stood to attention.

'Turn around,' I did not hesitate and quickly spun around with my back to my Mistress as she had instructed. I felt her pull my dress above my waist and her fingers slipped into the elasticised waist band of my bright red knickers and she eased them down.

Clearly, she was inspecting her earlier handiwork and informed me that my bottom was nicely striped by the welts left by her cane.

Pulling the knickers back, Mistress Minx ordered me into the next room and in my haste to please her I started to follow her command. However, once again my enthusiasm got the better of me.

'On your knees, bitch,' she shouted, and I quickly fell to my knees crawling towards the purple room.

Mistress Minx followed me and spoke sharply.

'Right,' she said, 'I want this room cleaned. Any toys or shackles need to be disinfected and I want all the furniture put back in its original position. I want that wax cleaned up and I want any discarded items of clothing put back in its proper place on the rail. Do I make myself clear?'

'Yes, Mistress,' I replied.

'Then get on with it,' she commanded, 'I will be back shortly and you can look out if this room isn't clean.'

I immediately got to work feeling happy that I had a chance to redeem myself and I was determined that I would not let my Mistress down again. I worked diligently repeating her instructions over and over again to ensure nothing was left undone. This time the wax was cleaned completely and I took real care to ensure that this included any splashes or drips that had spilled onto adjoining pieces of furniture during her earlier session.

I resumed my position just in time to hear Mistress Minx climbing the stairs and seeing me in my position she gave a gentle word of praise.

'Good,' she commented, 'I see it now knows its position.'

She then proceeded to inspect my work and the longer the inspection went on without adverse comment provided me with the hope that this time, perhaps, I had got it right.

At last she spoke.

'Good.'

Another word of praise, and I felt immense pride that I had eventually pleased her.

'Now, go next door.'

I did as I was instructed and fell into my submissive position as Mistress Minx followed closely behind. I heard her searching through the racks and my heart fell. Surely I was not going to get another beating? Mistress Minx had appeared genuinely pleased with my latest efforts and I was in turmoil wondering what she had planned for me.

However whatever it was I had already learned that it was my duty to accept my Mistresses will without question.

'Get up onto your knees,' she commanded. I lifted myself as she instructed and I saw that she had fitted a strap-on dildo that was black in colour and measured about six inches long with a wide girth at the base.

She stepped towards me and instinctively I knew what to do, and opened my mouth as my Mistress gently rocked her hips pushing the phallus deeper into my mouth.

Delighted by this unexpected reward, I started to suck hungrily.

'Oh, I see you like cock,' she smiled and she started to thrust more aggressively until I realised that I was now taking her whole length.

She appeared amused by this and rocked forward faster sliding her black phallus in and out of my mouth almost effortlessly.

'Good little bitch,' she whispered, 'You are Mistress Minx’s dirty little bitch, aren’t you?'

I was unable to answer as my mouth was being filled fully by her thrusting cock but I could sense something was troubling her. Suddenly things became clear.

'I need to name my little bitch,' she murmured, 'Now what shall I call you?' She continued thrusting looking up to the ceiling as if she was seeking inspiration.

'I know!' She exclaimed suddenly, 'You can be called Katie. You will be Mistress Minx’s little bitch Katie!'

That was it. There was no debate or discussion, this was how I came by my name and the fact that Mistress Minx thought it appropriate to name me gave me great hope that I may be called into her service again.

She suddenly withdrew from my mouth and ordered me to fit a condom over her straining cock and I did as I was told, stretching the protective fabric along the length of her weapon and gently easing it around the base.

She then ordered me over the bench. Again I was shackled firmly and expertly and again I felt my knickers being drawn down over my backside exposing my bare and beaten bottom.

In case there was any doubt, Mistress Minx soon made her intentions clear.

'I am going to fuck my little bitch now - would you like that, Katie?'

I had long fantasised about this moment having read much about it on the internet. But from my research I realised that there need to be some preparatory work stretching the anus to take a reasonable sized phallus. In the absence of a regular Mistress I had never undergone such anal training and pathetically bleated, 'But Mistress, I am still a virgin,'

Mistress Minx was neither concerned nor impressed and simply replied, 'Well, Mistress is going to take your virginity, Katie.'

Already I had total confidence in my Mistress and if that what was going to happen then that was the way it would be. As I always observe strict personal standards of hygiene I realised that I was ready and without a word, I simply surrendered myself to her will.

I then heard Mistress Minx snapping on a pair of plastic gloves and I felt her pour some lubricating solution onto the entrance to my anus.

Slowly and deliberately, she started to finger my hole first with one finger, then with two and suddenly with three as she stretched my sphincter and thrust more deeply inside me.

All the time she was whispering words of encouragement preparing me for the moment that she was going enter me.

She then stopped and positioned herself squarely behind.

'Now, lift your bottom,' she instructed, and I obeyed. I felt her gloved fingers probing me internally and then I felt the head of her cock at the entrance to my hole.

Gently, but firmly and deliberately, she started to push into me withdrawing her fingers as her cock started to probe deeper into me. Mistress Minx sensed my resistance. 'Relax,' she whispered, 'Let me do the work, just let your body go limp,'

I really wanted to please her and let my body relax into a complete and utter state of total submission and, as Mistress Minx felt me relax, she plunged deeper inside me.

I then felt her slide into me right up to her shaft and she now urged me to work with her.

'Good girl,' she whispered 'Now feel my rhythm and push against me.'

I did as she commanded and the thrusting became deeper and harder until I was being well and truly being fucked by my Mistress.

'Good little bitch,' she encouraged, 'Mistress is now fucking you good and proper, can you feel me, Katie, can you feel me fucking your virgin arse?'

'0h yes, Mistress,' I replied, 'oh, thank you, Mistress.'

The experience was unique and with a combination of pain, pleasure and humiliation, I lost my anal virginity to a supreme mistress and I realised that I now belonged to Mistress Minx. My previously long and fruitless search for a truly beautiful yet genuinely dominant Mistress was now over.


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