“And, if I am ordered to do it, I will strip naked for Anna and have her thrash me in front of you.”
“Wow!” I said, letting that sink in. Cassie has already told me she fancies me, would love to watch me being punished and is perfectly prepared to display her ample charms to me as she too suffers at the hands of her mistress.
“What was the advert you saw. What did it say? What attracted you into Mistress McKay’s world?” I asked, genuinely interested, having spent several years under her authority, not by choice originally although my attitude to that had changed over time.
“I don’t remember the exact wording, but it basically asked young women to apply for an initial interview if they wished to submit to the rigours of strict training and discipline to prepare for life in the outside world. It was mentioned that applicants would be required to be completely obedient to the ‘headmistress’ and would suffer punishment for failure to comply with her training. Of course, this ad was in a special type of magazine that I read, so I wasn’t at all surprised when I arrived for my ‘interview’ to discover this was a girls-only invitation.”
I was fascinated. I had no idea Mistress McKay had been running such a scheme even while we were pupils and students at her school.
“Yes,” Cassie continued, “Mistress McKay is a dominatrix and I applied to be her supplicant. I had little experience of the BDSM side of things, but I had enjoyed plenty of pleasures with quite a few girl friends over the years, and I reported to her door at the tender age of twenty knowing that whatever she had planned for me, I really wanted to be able to cope with it.”
I was getting excited by the story, and I could feel my pussy throbbing on the seat. Cassie checked her watch and said she only had a couple of minutes left. I begged her to continue her story.
“It was a half-day interview. There were four girls, ranging in age between nineteen and thirty-two. It must have been the school holidays, as there were no students around from the school. Just the matron and Mistress McKay that first time. They were both older than us and it seemed natural to me for them to be giving the commands and for us to obey them. They took us to the gym and for the first hour, we did some gymnastic exercises, not too strenuous, but as they barked out the orders to jump or squat, or lie down or stand up, or hop on one foot, we gradually learned to follow our orders perfectly and without question or complaint. Then we were ordered to strip to our underwear.” Cassie checked her watch and sighed.
“Sorry. I have to get back to work. I finish in an hour. Can we meet later?”
Anna said she had to get back to the school, but I knew that my evening was free so I suggested we meet in a nearby pub at 5.30. Cassie agreed and as she stood up, she leaned across and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“You were ordered to strip to your underwear.” I reminded Cassie as we nursed our drinks at a secluded table in the bar. “Did you all do that? All together?” I was still a bit flushed from the kiss Cassie gave me as she found me waiting for her. Lips on lips. I barely knew the girl, but I reckoned I would know her a lot better soon.
“Of course. We were a bit sweaty from the exercise and it was actually a pleasure to get the clothes off. One of the girls, a redhead, was wearing a very sexy thong and matching bra. The thong had ridden way up into her pussy, and it was too narrow anyway for her to hide anything. We all stared at her minge creeping out the sides. She was a bit embarrassed. Especially when the matron ordered one of the other girls to pull it down and expose the girl. Well, who wants to be first, eh?” Cassie laughed.
“She wasn’t the only one. We all had to take the bras and knickers off someone else. Soon enough we were all naked. Then Mistress McKay told us that we would be naked for the rest of the interview. If anyone didn’t like that, would they please raise a hand. Crazily, it was me who raised my hand.”
“‘The penalty for raising your hand will be twelve lashes of the whip on your naked buttocks.’ I was told. ‘Will you submit to that?’ she asked me” Cassie looked at me and winked.
“Of course, that’s what I was there for. I told Mistress I was sorry and that I was willing to be punished. Anyway, it was a dream afternoon. We all ended up with marks and bruises from her whips and other instruments, but nothing that lasted more than a few days.”
Cassie was so matter of fact about her experience, I was faintly surprised.
“You hardly know me, but you are telling me some very personal things, Cassie. If I weren’t so turned on, I might be shocked at your openness.” I told her.
“Well, I guessed any friend of Anna, and any former student of Mistress McKay must be of a similar mind to mine. And let’s not forget, you’re the one who told me Anna had caned you and you want me to watch when she does it again! I do hope that offer is still open.” She looked at me a pouted, batting her eyelashes at me lasciviously.
I laughed. “Rumbled!” I told her. “Yes, of course it is.”
We had a couple more drinks and found we were both very much alike in our characters and a firm friendship was formed. As we left, I promised to let her know as soon as I had a new appointment with Mistress McKay, and in turn, Cassie promised to try to be there too.
I called Anna and thanked her for introducing me to Cassie. I asked her how busy the appointment book was and learned that I would have to wait at least another five days until there was an available time, and, of course, I would have to call Mistress McKay to request my appointment. Anna knew her place too.
I called Mistress McKay on her mobile. “Good morning, Mistress McKay. This is Lucy.” I had waited a couple of days since speaking with Anna before my needs overcame my lack of courage.
“And good morning to you, young lady. I was wondering what had happened to you. Anna told me she saw you a few days ago. What can I do for you?”
“Mistress, I would like to request another visit to your special room.”
“Oh, really? And what would you like to happen there if I were to grant your request?” dragging it out of me, making me voice my depravity.
“Oh, Mistress. I would like you to command me to strip naked for you so that you can administer a caning.”
“You want that? And what condition of dress are you in at this moment?”
I was in my room and indeed I was naked, looking at myself in the mirror, my nipples throbbing.
“Yes, Mistress. I am naked now. I feel I should always be naked when I am in your presence, to express my submission to you. That includes when I speak with you on the phone. I’m in my room now.”
“Splendid! I do seem to have taught you well. And does your father know you are making this request? Or your mother?”
“I haven’t told them, no. Do you think it is necessary? I had to show my dad the marks from my last visit to you. He noticed that I couldn’t sit comfortably and guessed what I had been up to. I’d rather not tell him if you don’t mind.”
“Oh, my. And just how did you show him those marks?” This wasn’t going the way I thought it would.
“I tossed a coin and lost the best of three. I had to strip naked for him, Mistress.”
“Best of three? My guess is you wanted it that way. Very well, my girl. This is what I want you to do. You will go downstairs, dressed as you are right now, staying on the line with me, and ask whichever of your parents you first see for permission to visit me for the purpose you just told me. Speak loudly and clearly, on speakerphone, so that I can hear everything.”
Oh god. I know mum is at home, and I know she will be having coffee in the conservatory. I heard the doorbell ring twenty minutes ago. I hope she don’t have a visitor.
I opened my door and peeped out. Nobody on the landing. I crept to the top of the stairs and looked down. Nobody. I spoke quietly into the phone, telling my mistress that I was heading down and she reminded me to switch on the speakerphone.
I peered round the corner into the conservatory and there as expected I could see mum, sitting facing the door. I could see the top of someone’s head above the armchair, facing away. Oh, shit. A visitor.
“Mistress. I can see my mother but she has a visitor. Please can I do this later?” I pleaded into the phone.
“No, you cannot. Enter the room and make your request as commanded!” came the stern voice from my phone.
It was loud enough to have mum look up and she saw me through the glass door. I was still peering round the corner, so she couldn’t see that I was naked. She beckoned to me and I stepped into the room.
“Come in, Lucy. We have a visitor. It is Miss McKay. She dropped by on a courtesy visit just as I was about to have coffee. I wondered if that was you just now speaking with her on the phone. Goodness, you’re naked!”
Blushing like a tomato, I entered the room. Naked, as pointed out by my observant mother. I walked awkwardly to the centre of the gathering and smiled and nodded politely to Miss McKay who was indeed the visitor. How she must have been laughing during that phonecall. I held one hand across my breasts and the other in front of my now completely shaved pussy, the phone helping to cover my embarrassment.
Mother looked astonished, at first, and then a curious smile lit her face. She gazed at me, studying my face. She’d seen me naked often enough for it not to be a big problem. Miss McKay looked me up and down and spoke a single word.
“Position!”
Immediately, I spread my feet, raised my arms and put my hands behind my head, still holding the phone. Elbows back, tits out, cunt exposed, buttocks clenched.
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