Captivity Mistress In Training

I am a Captivity Mistress in training, learning the ropes. How did it all happen?By whirlwind, that’s how!

The room wasn’t cold, but I still shivered slightly in the tight leather bustier and high boots. I knew I looked good, so that wasn’t what was making my nerves act up. And nerves were the reason for the shivering, of course they were, it happened every time I got very very excited, so this was an indication of good nerves. This was something I hadn’t felt since I was eighteen years old and graduating from high school.

That moment though I remembered well, after all it was just a year ago and now here I was about to graduate in another way. A smile curved my full lips and I shook my head, feeling the long dark black waves of hair shimmering around my shoulders. It was almost time, my cue was coming soon and as I listened I thought about all the preparation and just what was waiting for me on the other side of that door.

Captivity Mistress Wanted an Assistant

It all started about six months ago when, needing money for college, I responded to an add for a personal assistant. She opened the door, her voice soft and deep, her red hair and lips like flames and I knew this was no ordinary woman. I

soon found out that she was a dominatrix and she was looking not just for an assistant but someone who would be interested in being a Domme like she was. Someone who was a little wild and ready to take charge and be a Mistress in Training. Someone who wasn’t me at all, at least that’s what people who knew me would have thought. But I knew differently and surprisingly so did she! That alone made me want to know her, to be part of her life.

Soon, I was learning all about being a Mistress. She showed me the dungeon she had, that wasn’t a dungeon at all but really a spare bedroom that was like stepping into another world. A world where strange and unique fantasy met reality. It was dark, always, with blood red drapes to block the sun and the noise and chains attached to the ceiling and walls.

There was a bed, but not one without it’s fun attachments. It became what looked like an ob-gyn table and the various strap ons and implements of sexual tease and torture covered the walls. There was even a mirror that would be moved to show the submissive just what they looked like on a leash begging for release.

Some Came for an Hour, Some for Days

Sometimes the submissives came in the middle of the day, bowing to her and stripping naked before going into the bedroom. At first, I didn’t see them, but then she started bringing me in to watch, just watch. Sometimes, the most fun times, she kept them there, for days.

Controlling when they were awake and asleep, making sure they ate and giving them very little time alone to do what they liked. I was amazed and began to fantasize about having my own personal captive to toy with for days.

Sometimes she laid them on the bed, cuffed them and used them, calling them her personal dildo. It was exciting and I loved every moment of it, as did they. That was when I knew this moment, the one waiting for me on the other side of the door would come.

Becoming the Mistress

He wasn’t planning to stay, that makes it more fun. He said he wanted to kept as a captive, but that he only had an hour. Captives don’t get to choose and I heard her reminding him of this as I waited, knowing that my cue was coming and as the whip whistled through the air, she told him, to call my name. He did and I stepped in.

My stomach tight and nerves going wild, I knew this was going to be the best time. I had already been practicing with the violet wand and was pleased to hear her explaining to him that sometimes things could get a little shocking in here, but she hoped he was ready to be very good.

On his hands and knees on the bed was our captive, with a ball gag in his mouth and his bare ass bright red from her whip. “Oh yes, very shocking, indeed.” I said, and flipped on the machine, smiling wildly as it warmed up and I heard current whistling through the probe in my hand. It was time to stop being a Mistress in Training and take over as Sexy Domme Captor.