Mistress Lizzie Story
By Dawnraider


Jane hadn't really been up for it. She knew that Rob was into kinky
stuff but never this far. They had been married for five years and to
them sex had been rather, well, normal. The missionary position, a bit
of "her on top" and a few larks with saucy underwear. But this was very
different. Jane had heard of S & M but thought it belonged to the seedy,
nether world of perverts and prostitutes. Still, she was game. That's
why Rob had loved her in the first place, "Always open minded aren't you
Jane?" She was willing to give anything a go "As long as it didn't harm
anyone", she insisted.

Now their marriage was beginning to go a little stale, like many do, Rob
thought it was time to inject a little fantasy into their humdrum life.
Rob had started by showing her some kinky photographs taken from
specialist magazines. He liked the look of the dominas and powerful
women in their leather outfits, boots and spiky shoes. He got a thrill,
he told his wife, whenever he imagined himself being at the receiving
end of  the dominatrix's tongue. He wanted to be that poor wretch in the
photograph - the one kneeling at the femdom's feet - begging for
forgiveness. He wanted to be that naked slave being tied to a whipping
post by a muscular female in prison guard uniform.

Jane couldn't really see the attraction in all this but she was willing
to learn - but only to observe - not to take part. "I'm not ending up a
perve" she said. So now they were here at last - at the door of a
professional domina, Mistress Lizzie. "You knock first" said Jane rather
teasingly. Rob was filled with excited anticipation - he had never
actually been to a dominatrix before. What would she think of him
bringing along his wife as spectator?

The door was opened by the madame herself. Lizzie was a powerful-looking
woman in her early thirties. Short dark hair and rather full figure.
"You must be Rob and Jane. Come in. I have been looking forward to this"
she said politely but with just a hint of steely coolness. She was
wearing a normal skirt and blouse, but Rob noticed immediately her black
seamed tights (could they be stockings?) and high-heeled shoes. She lead
the way into a dark but comfortable bedroom. There was nothing unusual
about the d'cor - it was comfortable with a double bed and built in
wardrobes. On the wall a large painting of a naked woman in  rather
tasteful pose. "Please sit down" said Lizzie. Jane sat on the bed and
Rob went to the only chair in the bedroom. "Where are you going?" Rob
was taken aback by the coldness in the mistress' voice. "Erm - I was
going to sit down." Mistress Lizzie visibly stiffened. She brought her
arms across her ample chest and placed both legs firmly apart. There was
a moment's silence which Jane felt she had to break. "I think Rob was
looking for a...." Jane's rather nervous defence of her husband was cut
short as Lizzie walked slowly up to her.  "Stand up"  Jane was
nonplussed. "Stand up you stupid bitch!" Lizzie's voice rang out at
maximum decibels. Jane was so shocked she hardly dared move. Then she
slowly got up. As the shock subsided anger began to take over - who was
this hard-looking woman who thought she could talk to her like an owner
shouts orders at a dog? "Look here Jane, once you are in my bedroom, in
my house, you do as you are told. You have come here to watch a
professional dominatrix at work - is that right?" Jane could only nod.
"So, you stand up and watch!" Jane timidly stood and found a temporary
sanctuary in an alcove corner.

"Now, let's start on you". Lizzie'words came with terrible certainty.
Rob felt like running out but somehow he was powerless to resist the
commands of this strong woman. "I want you to get your clothes off and
stand in the corner. You, Jane, I want you to tie your husband up with
this rope - make sure he can't move his hands but I want his legs free.
Understand? Good" Lizzie then left the room and Rob started to undress.
"Well you wanted this," said Jane to her trembling husband, "Shall I do
what she says?" What was odd, thought Rob, was that as Jane said this
she was already undoing the coil of thick rope and was bringing his arms
around his naked back. "Good job I was in the guides" she joked but the
way she was bounding his arms was no laughing matter. "Sorry about this"
she said "but there's no way I'm messing with that woman, I had better
do this properly"

Jane bound her naked husband so that his arms were fastened together
around his back. She did seem very adept with the rope. "You learn
something new about your partner every day" thought Rob. He was
beginning to enjoy what was after all, a rather harmless bit of role
play. The mood suddenly changed as the bedroom door swung open .There
was Mistress Lizzie. But a new Lizzie - transformed. She was wearing a
tight, black PVC dress - short and hugging round her large buttocks. For
the first time, Rob could see her huge breasts - barely concealed behind
a fishnet covering. Even Jane had to admire Lizzie's large, round boobs
and the two protruding nipples - thick and engorged.  Rob's wide eyes
surveyed the lower half of this S &M vision - seamed stockings encasing
heavy thighs, long legs tapering down to a pair of wickedly high heels.
He was so enraptured, he hadn't noticed the short-handled whip that
Lizzie was carrying in her gloved hands.

"What are you looking at?" barked the mistress. "Get your eyes to the
wall and await inspection." She then turned coldly to Jane. "You have
done good work." Now I want you to do whatever I say. This shitbag needs
training and I want to make sure that when you get him home, you can
take up the challenge." Jane nodded but was rather confused. She was to
become Rob's mistress at home? This S&M bitch was telling her what to do
with her own husband? She felt like arguing but noticed that Lizzie had
started to tap her whip with increasing frustration. "Well?" she
shouted.

"OK I will do whatever you say - this was after all, Rob's idea".
Lizzie allowed herself the merest hint of a smile. "Good - now slave,
for that is what you are, get down on your knees!" He obeyed without
demur. "Good - you obey orders well - that may help you when I come to
punish my slave." He gulped and a bead of sweat fell from his forehead.
Suddenly the mistress' tone of voice became calmer "Good boy, now I'm
going to put my leg over your shoulder and I want you to lick my shoes,
especially the heels." She clicked her fingers, and Jane came over to
provide a support for the domina as she slowly lifted her stockinged leg
over poor Rob's shoulders. "Lick!" Her commands were anything but sweet.
He started to work with his tongue. Licking the heels of her shoes was a
pain and a pleasure (a combination he would come to respect). "OK now
the next". Lizzie shifted her weight to the other leg and transferred
her balance to Jane's other shoulder. Jane could only watch with
amazement as her husband obeyed the mistress' every command.

"OK enough licking. Now I want to see how you cope with a little pain -
get up and bend over the bed" Rob did as he was told but Jane felt more
than a little anguish at the thought of watching her husband suffer at
the hands of a cruel whip mistress. "Are you OK Rob, do you want to go
on with this?" After this outburst the temperature in that bedroom
seemed to drop to freezing point. There was a lull and then Lizzie let
rip, "How dare you interfere in my business - your pathetic husband
there is my business for at least the next 30 mintutes. He has come here
to be at the mercy of a cruel domina and that's what he is going to do.
As for you - either get out now or get undressed!" This last ultimatum
came as a stunning blow. Jane was confused. "Get undressed? Here? For
you?" Mistress Lizzie nodded and without thinking Jane started to take
off her clothes. She pulled down her jeans and kicked them into the
corner, Then she wriggled out of a tight little top - she was left
standing in her half-cup bra and tiny black knickers - more of a thong
that she had bought as a dare. "Leave your underwear on and lie on the
floor - do it!!" Without beginning to understand what was happening to
her, Jane obeyed the harsh command of  mistress - her mistress. "I'll
deal with you later" said Lizzie. "Right you so called man, I want you
to kneel over your wife. Go on do it!" Rob placed his knees astride his
naked, supine wife and held his hands palms outwards on either side of
her trembling face. "Stick your arse up in the air" Rob obeyed. He had
no choice. "I'm going to whip your arse and I want your wife to see the
pain close up. Get your face close to hers." He obeyed as a small child
does to a stronger mother. There was an awful pause and then Jane heard
the terse swish of the whip swinging through the air. A loud but short
crack followed. There was another tiny moment of silence and then a
deep, animalistic howl. It was Rob. The pain of the whip had come as a
complete surprise. He had never expected such intensity. His arse felt
on fire. His cry deafened his wife lying below him - but she couldn't
help him. Another swish, crack and howl. Rob's tears fell on to Jane's
face. But it was not a very sympathetic face. "That's it" said Jane,
"Give him another. Go on." Nothing happened. "Maybe you should let me
hit him." There was a longer pause before Lizzie broke the terrible
silence. "Now you are thinking as a domme. That is very good progress.
But first, you must serve me. Only then can you become a true
dominatrix. Get off her scum." Rob felt a powerful kick as she tossed
him off his recumbent wife. Now it was Lizzie's turn to sit astride
Jane. But this was different. Lizzie spoke more gently. "Now Jane, I am
going to take off my pants and sit on your face. I want you to have your
tongue ready for me. Let me see it first." Without question, Jane stuck
out her trembling tongue - nice and  wet with saliva - anticipating its
new and unimagined duty.

But there was one more unexpected twist. She felt Lizzie's hand lift her
head of the floor and without a word tied a blindfold around her eyes.
"You must taste but not see", whispered Lizzie.

Jane was now in a new world - a dark world of submission and dominance.
Her husband, beaten and now cowering somewhere in the corner, the
mistress, yes, HER mistress preparing herself for cunnilingus with
another woman. And she was the other woman. Jane could hear the sound of
zips and a the crackle of PVC as it fell to the floor. She imagined she
could hear Lizzie removing her tight little knickers - what she could
not imagine was the sight that Rob could enjoy - a majestic female arse
descending slowly over the face of his wife. "You will do as you are
told, do you hear Jane?" Jane could only nod - she licked her lips in
anticipation of the experience to come. As Lizzie lowered herself down,
Jane caught the first whiff of sexual smell - a wonderfully heady
mixture of musk ,a slight acidic odour and a deeper more remote,
slightly earthier fragrance. Without a word, Jane's long tongue began to
explore the wetness that descending upon her. The sharp tip of her
tongue found a soft and welcoming hole - it darted and penetrated as far
as it could go. But this was not far enough. "Lick harder and push your
tongue up here - do it or you will feel my savage little nipple
clamps.....