Mistress Turned

In the dark room, music kicked in. A spotlight shone down just in front of Jackie, emphasizing the cold stone floor before her. Loud, thumping bass beats accompanied by symbols and electronic rhythms pulsed throughout the room that sent vibrations straight to her swollen pussy.
The room smelled of cinnamon and violet. Jackie knew in this particular club that the tops could create a full scene with their bottoms through utilization of incense and a mixture of candles. Obviously, someone had been doing their homework since they’d focused on two of her favorite scents.

Jackie lay on her stomach on a wooden table, spread eagled and filled with a smooth, huge cock that arched her hips upward, giving perfect access for anyone to come behind her and fuck her ass. Her chin rested on a padded leather headrest.
She realized the wood split at her hips. Her legs were attached to boards that could swivel at the request of the top, thereby granting them access to whatever orifice they wanted to fuck. “Ugh.” She was so not an anal sex person unless she wore the strap on.
Her breasts swung freely between the two padded boards. The board was specifically designed so that someone could attach nipple weights or clamps to the breasts of the submissive. Or they could press the velvet covered board upwards so that pointed nipples brushed against the material to cause extra pleasure.

Jackie struggled against the bonds but the leather cut into her flesh. She was naked except for the hair tie that held deep burgundy hair in a straight braid down her back.
Sweat broke out on her brow. She closed her eyes and tried to remember what landed her here in the first place.
The memory of fighting Collin to avoid this was still fresh in her mind. “You’ll submit to me the way a good submissive in Dominant’s clothing would.” Glaring at her through thin slits of his eyes, he practically growled the words when he reached for her hair and tugged her to her knees.

Jackie hated him for it though her body certainly responded. Her pussy was wet when she walked into the room, it always was when she faced a man of his stature and had been given an opportunity to put him at her feet; his rightful place.
Collin was a particularly odd submissive. He never came across as having those tendencies in the boardroom where he controlled the meeting with the charisma of the most skilled orator.
Of course when she saw him here last week with that buxom redhead and he was on the opposite end of the leash than she’d expected, it made sense. Powerful man needs a release.
She’d agreed to meet him and play with him for an hour. Seeing him down on his knees, she kept her composure about until Collin stood.
He took her breath away.

His full height towered over her by a good food. Barefoot, he was a solid wall of muscle, dressed only in black leather pants and a huge cloak that flowed over broad shoulders. In the florescent light, oil gave his skin a sheen that emphasized every muscle, nook and cranny over his well built frame.
Dark lashes swept over perfect silver eyes that held no fear. His mouth had been a thin line though his lips were full, readily kissable if she so desired.
She always had the desire to taste her submissives.

His sheer size alone was an unfair advantage. But Jackie had her share of men his size and brought them to their knees, begging for her touch.
Tonight however was different.

The moment she commanded him to kneel in her dominant voice, he ignored her.
She stepped closer, reaching for his shoulder. The spark from the connection was instant when she touched him.
Lust stirred in her belly like nothing she’d ever felt before.
But she was denied her wish when she attempted to push him down on his knees.
Instead, she was met with resistance.
She retracted her touch. “I could leave.”
“You won’t.” He spoke as though the statement were fact.

She huffed. Turning on her heels, she spun around and headed for the door to the room.
One hand clamped down on her shoulders, pressing a thumb and forefinger into her neck. “You’re here to learn to submit to your true nature, Jackie. Not to be a flake.”
Pressure on her neck forced sickness into her stomach. Her vision blurred. Then her world went blank.
Opening her eyes wide for the first time, Jackie discovered she was able to move her head around enough to see they’d moved to a different room in the club.
The light went out.

Startled, Jackie sucked in a breath. Her nipples brushed against something that irritated the taut peaks into hard points and sent waves of pleasure through her.
Rocking her hips onto the phallus, she clenched her muscles together in attempt to relieve the pressure in her pussy.
It didn’t help. The phallus had an extension of some sort that brushed across her clit with every movement she made.
She raised her head in frustration. “Damnit!”

The door behind her opened, calling her attention from her annoyance. Her head spun around just enough to see the cloaked figure enter the room, his bare feet padding against the stone tiles.
“Good evening.” His voice was cool like water laced with ecstasy. Just those two words spoken had her skin itching with desire as his voice was the only other thing in the room that vibrated against the walls and her body.
His tone resonated deep within her body.
She cried out. “Let me go. I’m a Mistress. This is not proper for me!”
A hand caressed her calf.

Jumping, she tensed but didn’t move. A mistress had control over her body.
Fingers crept further up the length of her calf. “Very nice, Jackie. You’re a very gorgeous woman. Especially when you’re trussed up like this.”
She strained harder against her restraints in effort to get him off her but it was no use.
He had her bound so tight that the leather cut into her flesh. She felt heat pool around the affected areas. If she struggled more, she’d cut open flesh and bleed.
Or cum.

The stupid phallus irritated her with every attempt to move.
“While a lesser woman would take the compliment, I’m demanding you release me. It’s policy to—“
A hand landed on her ass, echoing throughout the room and silencing her.
Her head jerked up. She swore smoke fumed from her nose and her eyes had flames dancing in them.
The hand caressed her backside. “I did not tell you that you could speak.”

Her body jerked and her breath hitched in her throat. Ire built inside her, pooling low in her belly and mixing with desire. “You don’t tell me anything.”
SWAT! Five more spankings landed on her ass.
Throwing her head back, she cried out from the sting. Heat radiated from her ass and made heat swirl around her belly. Her pussy clenched around the phallus in anticipation of more spankings.
The man sighed heavily. He stood in front of her, waving a finger back and forth. “No more of this nonsense, Jackie. You are not a mistress anymore. You never were.”
The heavy beat of the music matched in tune with her heart beat but didn’t slow the buildup of aggression rearing throughout her. “I never identified as anything less than a dominant.”
“See.” he paused.