"Tell me why you're here."
"Mistress Ella?"
"Tell me why you're here, kneeling on my bed, blindfolded, pretty little wrists tied together above you."
"I-I don't understand..." She sounded nervous, unsure of where I was taking this.
"It's not a complicated question Nicole. Tell me why you are here."
"T-to serve you Mistress Ella," she replied, breathing quickly.
I teased my finger over her chest, up her slender neck, touching her chin and angling her face towards me. She shuddered and sighed, a rash of gooseflesh appearing on her pale skin.
"What does that mean?"
"To serve you?"
"Yes."
She paused for a second. "It means that I am yours to command. I will do whatever you tell me to do."
"Anything?"
She paused again, her forehead creasing as she considered her answers. "Yes. Anything, Mistress Ella."
"If I told you to hurt yourself or commit a crime, would you?"
"Yes." No pause this time.
"Why?"
"Because I belong to you."
"Does that bother you? Does it bother you that I could ask you to do these things and you would do them?"
"No."
"Why not?"
She looked up at me and I swore she could see through the thick blindfold that covered her pretty face.
"Because I have trusted myself to you, body and mind. My submission to you is a gift, and I offer it because I know you will treasure it. You would never hurt me, unless I deserved it."
I leaned my head to the side, a warm rush of pleasure surging through my body. When she first came to me, all those months ago, Nicole had been wilfull and disobedient. She'd wanted the mindless peace of submission but did not yet know how to attain it. Only through repetition and deprevation, long punishments and harsh discipline, had she finally been broken.
Now, the sweet, innocent girl before me was utterly docile, completely obedient and thoroughly trained. She hadn't broken a single rule in weeks, hadn't needed to feel the sharp touch of my hand on her firm bottom, or the cruel kiss of the flogger that I used when a particularly harsh lesson was needed. It was time...
I touched my hand to her cheek and she leaned into my palm, full lips curving up in a content smile.
"What are you Nicole?"
"I'm a good girl, Mistress Ella." She answered quickly, knowing what I wanted to hear.
I paused. It was my turn for uncertainty, self-doubt. For a brief moment, I considered not going through with it, reversing course and delaying the inevitable. But it wouldn't have been right.
"Do you know what happens next Nicole?" I asked, breathing my words into her ear.
She fell silent, a different contemplation to her previous pauses, tinged with a palpable sense of nervous trepidation and regret. "Yes."
"Do you know that you will be sold?"
"Yes."
"How does that make you feel?"
"Pleasing my mistress makes me feel happy."
"And will you be a good girl for your new mistress?"
"Yes."
Even her training couldn't hide her sadness. It never could. Breaking girls for market was a bittersweet thrill. Endlessly pleasant and massively rewarding, for certain. But sending the product off to new homes was always heartbreaking and it never got any easier.
"Mistress Ella," she asked suddenly, lifting her head to me. "Before I go, may I eat your pussy one last time?"
My heart soared and my spirits rose, buoyed by the rush of pleasure that radiated out from between my legs.
"Of course you can Nicole, of course you can."
"Mistress Ella?"
"Tell me why you're here, kneeling on my bed, blindfolded, pretty little wrists tied together above you."
"I-I don't understand..." She sounded nervous, unsure of where I was taking this.
"It's not a complicated question Nicole. Tell me why you are here."
"T-to serve you Mistress Ella," she replied, breathing quickly.
I teased my finger over her chest, up her slender neck, touching her chin and angling her face towards me. She shuddered and sighed, a rash of gooseflesh appearing on her pale skin.
"What does that mean?"
"To serve you?"
"Yes."
She paused for a second. "It means that I am yours to command. I will do whatever you tell me to do."
"Anything?"
She paused again, her forehead creasing as she considered her answers. "Yes. Anything, Mistress Ella."
"If I told you to hurt yourself or commit a crime, would you?"
"Yes." No pause this time.
"Why?"
"Because I belong to you."
"Does that bother you? Does it bother you that I could ask you to do these things and you would do them?"
"No."
"Why not?"
She looked up at me and I swore she could see through the thick blindfold that covered her pretty face.
"Because I have trusted myself to you, body and mind. My submission to you is a gift, and I offer it because I know you will treasure it. You would never hurt me, unless I deserved it."
I leaned my head to the side, a warm rush of pleasure surging through my body. When she first came to me, all those months ago, Nicole had been wilfull and disobedient. She'd wanted the mindless peace of submission but did not yet know how to attain it. Only through repetition and deprevation, long punishments and harsh discipline, had she finally been broken.
Now, the sweet, innocent girl before me was utterly docile, completely obedient and thoroughly trained. She hadn't broken a single rule in weeks, hadn't needed to feel the sharp touch of my hand on her firm bottom, or the cruel kiss of the flogger that I used when a particularly harsh lesson was needed. It was time...
I touched my hand to her cheek and she leaned into my palm, full lips curving up in a content smile.
"What are you Nicole?"
"I'm a good girl, Mistress Ella." She answered quickly, knowing what I wanted to hear.
I paused. It was my turn for uncertainty, self-doubt. For a brief moment, I considered not going through with it, reversing course and delaying the inevitable. But it wouldn't have been right.
"Do you know what happens next Nicole?" I asked, breathing my words into her ear.
She fell silent, a different contemplation to her previous pauses, tinged with a palpable sense of nervous trepidation and regret. "Yes."
"Do you know that you will be sold?"
"Yes."
"How does that make you feel?"
"Pleasing my mistress makes me feel happy."
"And will you be a good girl for your new mistress?"
"Yes."
Even her training couldn't hide her sadness. It never could. Breaking girls for market was a bittersweet thrill. Endlessly pleasant and massively rewarding, for certain. But sending the product off to new homes was always heartbreaking and it never got any easier.
"Mistress Ella," she asked suddenly, lifting her head to me. "Before I go, may I eat your pussy one last time?"
My heart soared and my spirits rose, buoyed by the rush of pleasure that radiated out from between my legs.
"Of course you can Nicole, of course you can."
