Hers To Punish When She Wants (Femdom, BDSM, Degradation, Cruel)

By Nina Nauheim

Mitchell has been meeting his domme irregularly for the better part of 3 months. He has never experienced anything as powerful, fulfilling, or seductive as his submission to the mysterious Mistress A. But their meetings are sporadic and he is desperate for more. Tormented by needs he never knew he had and which only Mistress A can satisfy, he searches the nearby residential areas until he glimpses her through an open window. He approaches the house, prepared to beg for more, only to uncover an unwelcome surprise and reap the penalties and pleasures of his disobedient arrival.

Excerpt:

"Mitchell, Mitchell, Mitchell. What am I going to do with you?"

A lump caught in my throat. How I wanted this woman for my own. How I wanted to give myself to her every minute of every day, totally, absolutely, and without reservation. If we were together, if we shared a home, she could bring anyone she wanted into it. I would never complain. But life was not so kind.

"Whatever you want, mistress," I said quietly, feeling a little sorry for myself.

She snorted in amusement and turned and seated herself on the couch. The room smelled of her. I breathed it in and savored it.

"Come here," she instructed, patting the base of the couch where she sat.

I hurried forward and sank to the ground at her feet. I curled myself around her smooth calves and laid my cheek against her knee. A shiver of pleasure ran through me as she stroked my hair fondly. My own hand returned to the outside of my pants.

"You knew I wouldn't want you to come here, didn't you?" she asked.

I knew it was a dangerous question, no matter how sympathetic her tone might sound, but I could not lie to her. "Yes, mistress."

"I see." She continued to stroke my head thoughtfully. "And how long have you been looking for me like this. Driving around, I mean."

"I don't set out to, mistress," I explained in a rush. "I just, I am going somewhere and I get distracted and before I know it I am driving slowly through block after block. I almost don't admit to myself what I'm doing, but I - I mean, it just happens, mistress."

"How long has it just been happening?"

"A month, maybe. Maybe a little longer."

Her fingers grasped my neck and bent my head around, forcing my head into a painful angle so that I was looking up at her. That was how she was with me. Sometimes it would not occur to her to ask me to do something. She would just make my body do what she wanted it to. I looked up into her eyes, fearful but accepting of whatever punishment she gave me.

"Things can't continue like this," she said, holding my face close to hers. "Do you understand why?"

With difficulty, I nodded.

"If I can't trust you with this simple boundary, then what trust is there at all? We might as well not know each other."

Through my eyes alone I tried to communicate how sorry I felt and how desolate the idea of not knowing her sounded. I wanted her to know that I understood why she was unhappy and that I was a thousand times unhappier for being the one who had caused this. And yet, I had not meant to. I could not help it.

"So this is what we're going to do, Mitchell. I'm going to show you how bad an idea it is for you to come here, and if you are good and if you learn your lesson - if I see you really trying to learn your lesson - then I will give you something to help you make it until the next time I can see you. Does that sound reasonable?"

I nodded gratefully. Everything felt so much better when she established a direction for us. She was going to punish me, and then she was going to help me. The guilt and shame at having come here was lessened by the knowledge that I would pay for the transgression. It was a mistake, but she would address it and we would move on. That was all that needed to happen. I knew that whatever she did would be the right thing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nina Nauheim
• Release date: Jun 13, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311521613

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