As the day progressed, Elizabeth became increasingly anxious about her upcoming appointment with the infamous Domme, Mistress Xenia. She had heard stories of her cruel training techniques and was both terrified and aroused by the prospect of being under her control. When she finally arrived at the BDSM club, her heart was racing in her chest as she knocked on the door to the private chamber.
The door opened to reveal a tall, commanding figure clad head-to-toe in black leather. The hood concealed Mistress Xenia’s face but Elizabeth could feel the intensity radiating from her body language. “Enter,” came the low, gravelly voice.
Elizabeth stepped inside and found herself face-to-face with the woman she feared yet desired. There was no gentle introduction; Mistress Xenia immediately began issuing commands. “Remove your clothes.” Elizabeth shakily did as she was told, gradually exposing every inch of her body until she stood naked before her new mistress. Mistress Xenia circled around her, taking in every detail of her appearance. Then, without warning, she grasped Elizabeth’s hair roughly and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. Her free hand reached between Elizabeth’s legs and started rubbing her wet pussy through her lace panties. “You are so responsive already,” she murmured against Elizabeth’s ear. “I can tell you’ll be a quick study under my guidance.”
As if to prove her point, Mistress Xenia pushed two fingers into Elizabeth’s tight pussy while simultaneously pinching her nipples hard enough to draw blood. Elizabeth let out a high-pitched moan as waves of pleasure and pain coursed through her body. This was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. For what felt like hours (but could have been mere minutes), Mistress Xenia continued to torment and tease Elizabeth’s sensitive flesh. She alternated between fingering her soaking wet pussy and slapping her ass cheeks until they were bright red. Finally, just when Elizabeth thought she couldn’t take anymore, Mistress Xenia withdrew her fingers and removed her gloves.
“Kneel,” commanded Mistress Xenia.
Elizabeth dropped to her knees without hesitation, her heart pounding in her chest. Mistress Xenia stood over her, her massive cock straining against her leather pants. Without any further warning, Mistress Xenia unzipped her pants and pulled out her thick, uncut dick. “Suck it,” she ordered, grabbing a fistful of Elizabeth’s hair and guiding her face towards her crotch. Elizabeth obeyed, taking Mistress Xenia’s cock into her mouth. The taste was salty and musky, and she struggled to breathe around the girth of the woman’s shaft. Mistress Xenia began thrusting gently at first, then harder, fucking Elizabeth’s mouth as she gagged and choked on the intrusion. Tears streamed down Elizabeth’s face as she tried to please her mistress, desperate to earn her approval.
After several minutes of deepthroating Mistress Xenia’s cock, Elizabeth felt a hand on her head pushing her down even deeper onto the woman’s shaft. She could feel the pressure building in Mistress Xenia’s balls as she neared orgasm. Suddenly, Mistress Xenia pulled back and aimed her cock at Elizabeth’s face. With a loud groan, she ejaculated all over Elizabeth’s cheeks and lips, coating her in warm, sticky sperm.
“Good girl,” Mistress Xenia said, zipping up her pants and straightening her posture. “Now you know what it means to serve a true mistress.” Elizabeth lay there, panting heavily, covered in the woman’s cum. She felt both humiliated and exhilarated by the experience. As Mistress Xenia left the room, Elizabeth knew that this was only the beginning of her training under the Domme’s guidance.