While she lay there, a tiny young miss, straddled Mistresses face. This girl was so tiny it looked like Mistress was eating out a teenager. I don’t think she weighed more than a hundred pounds, and would have to stretch if she wanted to reach five feet tall.

This girl was becoming incredibly vocal as Mistress went to town on her pussy. All around me an orgy was in the offing. Jill was on her knees with a cock in her mouth, while another lady was eating her out. The sounds that emanated from her sounded like she was having the time of her life.

A sudden voice cried out “Stop”. Searching for the source of that horrible word, I saw Mistress jump off of the weight bench, dislodging the girl, as well as pushing Harry away before he or anyone could climax. “That’s enough, I don’t want my subs to orgasm yet.”

Throughout the gym a loud groan could be heard as everyone present was left dangling. As Mistress, Jill and I began our walk back to the locker room, everyone there bowed, and said thank you Mistress as we passed by them. It suddenly dawned on me that everyone there was one of Mistresses subs. “Mistress, am I wrong in making the observation that all those here today are your sub’s?”

“My dear little man, yes everyone here, at one time or another was a sub of mine. Most have gone their own way, but a few of them still come to me when they feel the need. I want you and Jill to understand that I never dump a sub, however when I, or my sub’s feel they need a break away from the lifestyle, I give them their freedom. However once you have been my sub you are welcome to partake of any of my clubs, gyms, and other venues.”

Jill had remained silent since we left the gym, it was now she spoke up. “Mistress, may I ask you a question.”

“Yes Jill you may.”

“Mistress, my curiosity has been piqued, how is that you became a Dom. Was there an event in your life that pointed you in this direction, or is this something that you have always been into?”

“Jill why don’t we get ourselves dressed, and go to lunch. We will have a nice meal, and I will try to answer any questions that you and Thomas may ask.”

Entering the locker room the three of us took a quick shower to de-stink ourselves from this mornings activities. Not much was said during this time, I think both Jill and I were trying to formulate a million questions that we wanted to ask Mistress.

Leaving the gym, we were beset by many of those present with kisses, and hearty hugs.

As it was if we didn’t get away fast enough we were doomed to be suckered into a repeat orgy. Walking around the corner we strode into a restaurant that looked inviting. From the front it looked rather nondescript, yet the inside was the very definition of elegant. The first thing you noticed was the decor, all the walls were made with beautiful dark walnut, that was carved by what had to have been master carpenters, accentuated with accent lighting that gave each booth, and tables the feeling that you were the only people in the restaurant.

The second our party was spotted by the Matire d, he rushed over to Mistress, and extended his hand. Taking Mistresses hand he bowed, and kissed the back of her hand. “Ms Parker, it is so good to see you again. Many of us have wondered when you would grace us with your presence. As usual we have your table waiting for you. The staff is here, and awaits your command.

“Thank you Armand, as always it is a true pleasure to be back. Also I must say, you have not lost the ability to be the charmer I remember.” We were ushered towards the back of the room, and to a booth that was roped off from the remainder of the restaurant.

“Ms Parker, do you wish a menu, or would like the usual?”

“Thank you Armand, I think I and my friends will have the usual. In addition would you bring us a bottle of Dom Perignon, I think the 1990 vintage from my personal collection should be perfect.”

“Very good Ms Parker I will see to it immediately.”

For the next twenty minutes the three of us made small talk, mostly centered around Jill’s and my classes. Mistress mentioned that our professors were pleased with the progress we were making, as well as that both of us had made the Deans list.
Our conversation was interrupted by Armand, and his staff wheeling in a cart with our meal. Placing plates in front of each of us we were presented with oysters on the half shell, as well a second dish of Truffled Risotto.

With a bottle in hand Armand undid the wire cage holding the cork in place, while holding down the cork. With a quick twist the cork popped free from the neck of he champagne. I love watching the small puff of mist that issues forth from a champagne bottle when it is opened to the air.

Stepping to the side of each seat, Armand poured just enough for a taste, before he did a proper filling of each glass. Once his task was fulfilled he retreated into the background to await further orders from Mistress.

Now I have tried champagne before, however this was a real treat. The flavor was beyond description, yet I now know why it is called “the nectar of the Gods”. Following Mistresses lead I took small sips, in order to savor this golden gift. Once our glasses were empty Armand stepped forward to refill the glasses. Turning towards Armand Mistress asked him to leave the bottle, and that her was free to return to his regular routine.

“Jill you asked me a question earlier, and I would like to tell you a bit of my story. It might be a bit long, but none of us has anything to do for some time, so I hope you will indulge me if I hope you like long stories if so I will endeavor to tell you a bit about my life.

My sexual education began rather early. My mother remarried about a year after my father passed away to a man named Ronald, I was ten at the time, and had a difficult time accepting Ron as my step father. We had a rather contentious relationship. I was strong willed, and rebellious, not willing to accept him as a father figure.

One day I had been acting the part of a total brat when I began yelling at Ron because he wanted me to join him and my mom on a shopping trip to the mall. The new school year was soon to begin, and I needed new clothes.

Throwing a tantrum, my mom was ready to give in and let the shopping trip wait for another day. Ron on the other hand had, had enough of my behavior. Telling mom he needed to put an end to my smart ass attitude, or I would never learn to act like a proper child.

Telling mom to wait in the kitchen, he took me by the wrist, and yanked me up to my bedroom. Once the door was closed, Ron ordered me to remove my pants, and climb across his lap. I became furious at him telling me to do this, and started towards the door. Ron grabbed me around my waist, while pulling me across his lap. Grasping my pants waist he pulled off my pants, while locking his legs across mine. Kicking and screaming did little to soften his attitude.

When his hand first fell across my bottom I was incensed, I had never been spanked before, this was the most humiliating thing that I had ever encountered. Here I was bare butt naked, across his lap as his hand repeatedly zeroed in on the cheeks of my bottom. By the time he was done my bottom was on fire, and tears were running down my face as my sobs made it hard to breath.

Standing me us Ron walked me over to the full length mirror on the back of the door to my room. Turning me away from the mirror, he told me to look at my bottom in the mirror. When I turned to look, I was amazed at how my bottom looked. My cheeks were as red as a ripe tomato, and stung like a thousand bees had stung me.

Turning me to face him he said, “OK Jane, you have ten minutes to get dressed in a nice outfit and return to the kitchen, we will be waiting.”

After the door to my room slammed shut, I looked once again at my bottom in the mirror. Looking back, I ran my hands over my tortured bottom. With each touch, the skin of my bottom stung, and burned where his hands had been minutes ago. As I was feeling the burning sensation something happened, I found that if I pressed my hand against the red marks, a wave of pleasure swept through my body.

After that day I would occasionally find myself purposely trying to get Ron to spank me.

It wasn’t often that I could goad him into spanking me, in truth he was a rather gentle man who was pushed to the edge by my behavior that day. Yet I began to crave his attention, I wanted, no I take that back, I needed it.”

Speaking up I asked “Mistress how did you go from there to where you are now?”

“Little man, there is a lot that transpired between then and now. Please allow me to continue.

When I was old enough to begin dating, I found that the guys I was dating never seemed to ring my bell so to speak. Until one day I went out on a first date with a guy who became pissed at me for being an hour late. He had this most amazing van that had the back outfitted for van camping. It was carpeted, and had a small kitchen sink, couch, and a fold down bed. After we left my house, he drove me over to the mall where we had planned to see a movie followed by dinner.

Well, before we left his van he pulled me into the back, and dragged me across his lap. In an instant I knew what was about to happen. As his hand fell upon my bottom, I melted. Over, and over his hand landed upon my bottom. Even though I was still dressed I was getting turned on like you wouldn’t believe. When he finished, we left the van and headed into the mall.

The moment we got into the mall, I excused myself to head into the girls bathroom. Closing the door to the stall, I skinned down my jeans, and sat there a moment collecting my thoughts. One thing I knew for certain was that my pussy was creaming gobs of girl goo.

I couldn’t believe that I was so turned on by what he did. Sitting there, I listened for the last girl to leave the bathroom. When the coast was clear, I began to masturbate. In only second my body was on it’s way to the biggest orgasm I had ever experienced, what pushed me over the edge was thinking about the spanking I had just received, as well as what my stepfather did to my bottom. Never had I cum so explosively as I did in the middle of the girls bathroom. Leaving the stall, I washed my hands, and face to wipe the sweat that ran down my cheeks. Returning to my date, we continued as if nothing had happened. Yet during the entire night all I could think of was my reaction to his spanking me.”

It was Jill’s turn to ask a question, “Mistress before you go on, I want you to remind me to tell you my story, there are some similarities to my own story. That being said, please go on, I’m sorry to interrupt you.”

“That evening after our date, when I got home I stripped off my clothes and headed into the shower where I spent a good twenty minutes rubbing my pussy into a frothy mess, yet it was glorious!

Thus began my search for understanding what I was feeling. I went to as many libraries and book stores I could, while looking for understanding. I read every book I could on the subject of the psychology of spanking, which led me to learning about the world of BDSM. I was such a prude, here is a world that I had absolutely no knowledge of, yet every fiber in my body was electrified by what I was reading. At last I had a name as to what I was feeling, what it was that was turning me on. There were others in the world that felt the same as I did, for once I understood that I wasn’t alone.”

“Mistress, how did you discover your dominant side?” I asked.

“That my little man is the next part of my journey. At one point I discovered the world of “Craig’s list”. There was an absolute plethora of kinky folks out there, people who wanted to explore more kinks than I had names for.

That first summer after finding Craig’s list, I went crazy accepting invitation after invitation for Dom’s looking for females to become their subs. I went on a few dates, yet I found all those that I dated lacking in morals, and ethical behavior. As much as I loved receiving their spankings, I found in them a rather sadistic streak, and that wasn’t what I was searching for.

One day I was out shopping at the local mall when I happened into a “Victoria's Secret” looking for something sexy to buy. The store was mostly empty due to it being the middle of the week. While looking through the selections I was approached by a sales girl asking if I needed any help. This girl was around twenty, thin build, standing no more that five feet tall, with strawberry blond hair that was cut in a page style. She had on a silk wrap around summer dress that showed off her tiny figure.

I had picked out a few pairs of panties, and bras that grabbed my fancy, as well as a beautiful white silk camisole. Asking her to show me the dressing rooms, I was led towards the rear of the store. When I pulled the curtain aside I entered the booth, when I went to close the curtain the girl stood outside waiting to see how the garments fit, and felt.

Stripping off my clothes, I slipped the camisole over my head, and let it whisper into place on my body. A second later the curtain slid open as the salesgirl entered the booth, pulling the curtain closed, she began checking the fit. Tugging on the hem to pull it downward, as well as running her fingers around the top edges to accentuate my little breasts.

You have to know that by now I was getting turned on like hell! Speaking up I said, “Miss don’t you think you are being a little bit forward. You came into the dressing room without my permission, on top of that you began touching me in a most inappropriate manner. This behavior is something I will not tolerate. What do you have to say for yourself?

“Miss, I’m so very sorry, I thought…”

“You thought, you thought what, that I was horny and you were going to get your rocks off by watching me undress, and try on these sexy clothes? Here let me make it easy for you.” with that I slid the camisole off my body, followed by removing the remainder of my clothing. Now I was standing in the dressing room completely naked, as the sales girl stood there practically shaking in her excitement.

Reaching downward, I began running my finger around my slit as she looked on. “Well, does this turn you on, are you getting your jollies off looking at my naked body while I stroke my pussy in front of you?”

Right there and then, something in my brain clicked. Grabbing the girl by her wrist, I pulled her across my lap, flipping up the hem of her dress, I yanked her panties down to her knees. Interestingly enough she made no protests to what I did. What did happen was her letting out a sigh that told me all I needed to know. Pulling the curtain open a bit I looked to see if there was anybody nearby, satisfied we were pretty much alone, I closed the curtain.

Still across my lap, I raised my hand, and let it fall hard unto her bottom. Her sigh morphed into a groan, followed by her thanking me, saying “Thank you Mistress”. That was the first time I had been called Mistress, instinctively I knew in my heart that this was the name I had desired all along. Ten spanks upon her bottom brought out a very nice glow to the flesh of her bottom.

Standing her up, I pulled down, and straightened out her dress. Handing her my calling card, I told her to call me at exactly eight pm, on the dot. If she called me before that, or missed the call at exactly eight, I would never speak to her again. Pushing her out of the booth, I redressed and went to pay for my purchases.

The rest of the day I waited on baited breath to see if she would call. That evening I was in my living room after having poured myself a glass of red wine. With my eyes on the clock above the mantle place I waited. At the stroke of eight my phone rang...