The Velvet Room: Mistress Lenore
Author's note:
Hi guys! Thanks so much for all the feedback and the supportive comments on pt. 01. I really appreciate it. I have made an effort to make this submission longer.
Ch. 2
Pet.
That simple word sent a shiver down Victoria's spine. She wasn't even sure from what. Embarrassment? Excitement? Fear? A combination of all three? All she knew was that she was more aroused in this moment than she had been in years. Perhaps ever. What was certain though was from this point on, Elena had fully become Mistress Lenore.
She felt Mistress Lenore's middle finger slip inside of her. A soft, sensual, guttural moan left her lips as she felt her finger curling inside of her and she arched her back in response. Then as soon as it had come, it was gone. Lenore withdrew her hand.
Mistress Lenore's fingertip was covered in Victoria's juices. She brought it to her lips, not taking her eyes off of Victoria's face, and licked the juices off with her tongue. Victoria followed Mistress Lenore's every action, transfixed. Just the simple act of her pink tongue sliding up the base of her middle finger to the tip, had Victoria utterly mesmerized. Lenore oozed confidence and sensuality with every move, every gesture. Mistress Lenore smiled devilishly and brought her hand down between Victoria's legs once again. Once again, her fingers began to trace the edges of her pussy with the lightest of touches. Her delicate, slender fingers brushing ever so slightly, against Victoria's lips.
The humiliation of being naked and forced to hold her panties up with her knees had made Victoria incredibly sensitive to her touch. As Mistress Lenore's fingers danced along the folds of her sex. Victoria's legs trembled. She let out a small moan.
"Please touch me Mistress." she said, closing her eyes. She leaned forward slightly on the balls of her feet.
Mistress Lenore withdrew her hand again, smirking. "I like the way you beg, Victoria. It's very fitting. Very becoming of you."
Victoria groaned as even the faintest of touches was now being denied her. "Please don't tease me like this Mistress. I need your touch." She was not used to not getting what she wanted. The teasing was driving her up the walls.
As Mistress Lenore came in again to touch her, Victoria eagerly clenched her thighs together trapping Lenore's hand between her legs. She was so accustomed to always dictating the pace in every situation that the move felt natural. It came as pure instinct, her body driven by an urgent need for release. In her haste to pleasure herself she had forgotten where she was and who she was dealing with. However, even before she opened her eyes, she knew she had made a grave mistake.
The smirk on Mistress Lenore's face had disappeared. In its place was a mask of fury. She jerked her hand out from between Victoria's clenched thighs. "You insolent pup! How dare you!" She slapped Victoria across the face.
Victoria's eyes snapped open. She looked fearfully at Lenore's expression. "I didn't mean to! I swear. It was an accident." Her panties slid to her ankles. The two of them stared at the underwear, lying on the floor. There was a pause. Then their eyes met. Victoria was terrified. "I-"
Lenore grabbed her by her hair and dragged her across the room, over to a long black table. Victoria felt a sharp pain as she was pulled along by her hair. She tried to keep pace with Lenore, her legs stumbling about, tripping over themselves as she tried to move with her panties around her ankles.
Lenore's fingers twisted tightly in Victoria's hair, forcing her head down and her body to follow. Victoria's breath came in shallow gasps from the pain in her scalp as well as the utter indignity of being dragged around naked by her assistant.
"It seems you have trouble following simple instructions, Victoria," said Mistress Lenore. She bent the other woman over the black bondage table, pressing down between her shoulder blades. "You seem to be under the delusion that you are somehow still in control. Don't worry, I will soon rid you of that ridiculous notion."
Victoria turned her face to the side, her cheeks now pressed firmly against the plush black leather of the table. She saw, from the corner of her eye, Mistress Lenore raising the riding crop above her head. Her eyes widened in terror.
Crack.
The riding crop came down hard on her bare bottom, causing her to buck forward against the table. She let out a yelp of pain.
"Please Mistress. I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It won't happen again." She pleaded, tears welling in her eyes.
Mistress Lenore ignored her pleas.
Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack.
The crop came down four more times for a total of five. The lashes left red marks crisscrossing her pale bottom. Victoria's tears spilled over and a few splashed onto the black leather table surface.
"Do you understand your place now, Victoria?" Asked Mistress Lenore.
"Yes Mistress." blubbered Victoria. Though the lashes had been painful, the blow to her dignity had hit much harder.
"Lie down on the table." Ordered Mistress Lenore. Her voice was still firm but it had taken on a gentler quality from before. She removed the satin panties from around Victoria's ankles and tossed them onto the chaise. "Put your arms and legs in the restraints."
Obediently, Victoria clambered onto the table. She turned onto her back and placed her arms and legs into the cuffs. Mistress Lenore fastened the restraints around Victoria's limbs. The cuffs were more like sleeves that fit snugly around her arms and legs, keeping her arms stiffly in place next to her head and her legs spread apart. She felt utterly exposed in this position.
"Do you know why you were punished so harshly, Victoria?" Asked Mistress Lenore. She gripped Victoria's chin and turned her face to look up at her. She carefully wiped the tears from Victoria's face with her thumb. Victoria's watery eyes searched Mistress Lenore's face and for the briefest of moments she thought she caught a glimpse of Elena hiding behind Lenore's stern gaze. Then it disappeared.
"Because I-I disobeyed you and let my panties fall?" Said Victoria uncertainly. The pain still lingered but her tears had stopped. Her ragged breathing gradually slowed as she lay in the restraints almost soothed by her immobility.
"That was a part of it, yes, but the main reason was much more severe. You trapped my hand between your thighs. That was a
major
breach of protocol. Do you understand?" Lenore asked, staring intently at her.
Victoria nodded, wide-eyed. She hadn't realized how serious her transgression was. "I'm sorry Mistress. I promise it won't happen again."
Mistress Lenore continued to stare at her. Finally she nodded, seemingly satisfied. "Good girl."
Mistress Lenore pressed the tip of the riding crop against Victoria's stomach. It trailed down her navel to rest suggestively between her legs. Victoria's eyes filled with fear and she struggled against the bindings. They were quite immovable. Victoria's bottom lip quivered, her eyes followed Lenore's every movement, unable to look away. Without warning Mistress Lenore flicked the riding crop down on Victoria's right breast. She felt a jolt run through her body yet again, but this time of pleasure accompanied the pain.
Mistress Lenore let the riding crop trail up Victoria's inner thigh before delivering another unexpected swat to her navel. Then she delivered another swat between Victoria's legs that made her jump. Though it stung a little, the tingling sensation caused a wave of pleasure to course through her body. She let out an involuntary sound- somewhere between a garble and a moan.
The anticipation of each flick- not knowing where and when the next one would land- was making her entire body incredibly sensitive. She felt the heat rising within her as she continued to squirm in the restraints. Mistress Lenore continued to flick her body, pausing every now and then to let the tip of the crop trail across her skin, heightening the sensation.
Victoria bit her lip. Why was she feeling this way? Why was her body responding to every touch, to every caress? She continued to writhe around on the table, though the restraints kept her from moving very far. She desperately wanted to rub her legs together, but it seemed as though part of her punishment was to ensure that she could not bring herself to orgasm.
Swat.
Again the crop landed on her fleshy, now reddened, pussy. She cried out again, letting out another long moan of pleasure and desperation. The crop, just seconds ago a tool of punishment and discipline, had now become a tool of utmost pleasure. Under the skilled hands of Mistress Lenore, she was slowly becoming undone. She was slowly becoming a slave to it. To the crop. To Mistress Lenore. The shame began to rise in her throat, her chest tightening with the realization. Here she was, bound, restrained, vulnerable, and exposed in front of her very own personal assistant. And the worst part... she liked it. No, she craved it.
Victoria's eyes met Mistress Lenore's for a second- the other woman standing over her, by her side. She could tell Mistress Lenore could tell exactly what she was thinking. She had never felt so naked in her life. Not just because of her physical state, but her mind. It felt like she had been hiding this part of herself her whole life, and now it was stripped bare for everyone to see, including herself.
"You feel it, don't you?" she said softly, dragging the leather tip up the inside of Victoria's thigh, pausing just short of the most sensitive place.
Victoria looked away, turning her face, but there was nowhere to hide, nowhere to run. "Yes, Mistress." she whispered.
