MISTRESS
REMINGTON’S VISIT |
by Constance
Pennington Smythe |
An Excerpt from
Mistress Karin
By
Constance
Pennington Smythe
© 2006 ISBN 978-1-60054-052-X
CHAPTER 4.
MISTRESS
REMINGTON’S VISIT
As soon as the doorbell rang she quickly
stopped what she was doing and rushed to the door.
Suzette would be punished for tardiness if a guest
had to ring twice. Mistress Karin did not like for
her guests or visitors to be kept waiting.
Unfortunately, rushing to the door was not so easy.
The maid’s day uniform required the wearing of five
inch stiletto heels and Suzette had been rigorously
trained to take small, dainty, heel-to-toe steps.
Complicating matters was the visitor’s impatience,
after a short pause following the first ring; the
visitor rang two more times in quick succession.
Though punishment was now assured, Suzette quickened
her pace, knowing a fourth ring would make it worse.
The quicker pace on the tottering heels drove the
tightly-strapped anal plug deeper into the maid’s
ass with each mincing step.
Suzette reached the door before the fourth ring
and took a quick second to straighten her maid’s
dress and apron before opening the door. She recognized
Mistress Karin’s visitor as Miss Sheila Remington.
Suzette curtsied daintily and greeted the visitor.
“Good morning Miss Remington.”
Sheila Remington was an attractive woman in her
mid-40s. She was a bit overweight, not what you
would call fat, but with a woman’s voluptuous curves.
Her auburn hair was elegantly coiffed and her makeup
impeccably applied. She wore an expensive, tailored,
skirted suit that was well fitted for her figure.
Expensive pumps with stylish four inch heels adorned
her feet. She slowly removed her kid leather gloves
and eyed the maid before her.
The maid was of average build and at five-seven
in her five inch heels should have towered over
Mistress Remington. But Suzette had been trained,
even when wearing the highest of heels, to crouch
and stoop so as to be shorter than the ladies she
served. So Mistress Remington gazed down at the
frilly, feminine thing before her.
Suzette wore a knee-length black satin maid’s dress.
White petticoats filled it out and nicely accented
the white lace apron and lace accents on the dress.
Wrist-length lace gloves, a satin neck choker and
a white lace maid’s cap completed the outfit. Her
legs were encased in black seamed stockings and
her feet crammed into black-patent stiletto heels
with pointed toes. She remained silent, crouching,
hands folded demurely in front, awaiting the next
command.
Mistress Remington circled the maid, her stylish
pumps clicking on the foyer tile floor. She touched
the maid’s waist. “I see your Mistress has corseted
you. Do you like it?”
“Yes, Miss Remington” the maid said softly.
Sheila Remington stepped in front of the maid and,
with an elegantly manicured nail, lifted the maid’s
chin. “Why Suzette, you’re wearing makeup!”
Maid’s lips were a crimson red and the eyes highlighted
with blue eye shadow and extremely long false eyelashes.
A short black wig and long earrings completed maid’s
look.
“Yes, Suzette, you’re turning into quite the lovely
little thing. I bet Karin’s male guests can’t keep
their hands off you.” A pained look came over the
maid’s face. “Now run along and put my things away.”
Suzette took the gloves, hat, and coat of Mistress
Remington and teetered off to put them away. As
she walked away Sheila slipped her hand under the
maid’s dress and pinched her ass. “Remember dear,
small, dainty steps.” Sheila laughed to herself
as she walked into the living room.
Karin Calloway rose from her chair to greet her
guest as Sheila Remington entered the room. “Sheila,
you look stunning! Are you ready for some shopping?”
“Karin dear, of course, and you also look wonderful.
And your shoes! Are those new Manolos?”
The two women lightly embraced then stepped back.
Karin Calloway extended her right foot to exhibit
a stylish sling-back pump with a stiletto heel.
“Yes, these are new. Aren’t they divine?”
“Oh yes,” replied Sheila. “I must look for some
today.”
The women seated themselves on the couch in Karin’s
tastefully decorated living room. Karin Calloway
was also in her mid-forties, tall, and still with
a decent figure. Her medium length red hair framed
an oval face with features that could, at times,
be stern and taciturn. But her expertly applied
makeup and tasteful jewelry softened those features
and gave her an attractive, almost aristocratic
air. She wore a well fitted Chanel suit that flattered
her long legs, ending in the stiletto heels. The
overall effect would surely catch the eye of many,
men and women alike, when she entered a room.
“Would you like some wine?” asked Karin.
“Yes, that would be lovely, thank you,” replied
Sheila.
Karin picked up a small crystal bell from the table
and gave it a couple of quick rings. The two women
looked at each other and exchanged wicked smiles.
A few seconds later Suzette entered the room, approached
with the required short, dainty steps, and stopped,
executing a deep curtsey before the two women. “Suzette,
we’d like some white wine before we go shopping
and bring me a cigarette.”
Suzette quickly retrieved Karin’s cigarette holder
from the wooden box on the table and inserted a
dark, European cigarillo. Suzette stood before Karin
and handed her the cigarette holder, bending over
deeply at the waist to expose her ass. Sheila nodded
approvingly at the submissive display.
Karin took the cigarette holder from her maid and
waited while the maid proffered a light. Suzette
remained bent over while Karin lit her cigarette
and then exhaled a stream of smoke into Suzette’s
face. “Perhaps our guest would also like a cigarette,”
said Karin. Suzette turned to face Mistress Remington
who had already removed her own cigarette holder
from her purse. The cigarette lighting procedure
was repeated for Mistress Remington and then Suzette
was dismissed to fetch the wine. The women laughed.
“Karin, you’ve done a wonderful job of training
him. He’s becoming extremely obedient, docile and
feminine,” said Sheila.
“Yes,” replied Karin, “everything a husband should
be.”
After Suzette served the wine Karin said curtly,
“You may dust in here while we talk.” Suzette curtsied
and returned with the feather duster.
In preparation for Mistress Remington’s visit Suzette
had cleaned and dusted the room the night before
and again that morning. She knew that the room didn’t
need any cleaning. The damned room is spotless!
I’m just dusting to entertain the ladies. With the
duster in her right hand and her left hand placed
sexily on her left hip, Suzette proceeded to mince
around the room with short dainty steps. When dusting
low objects she made it a point to bend low, at
the waist, to show the frilly panties that Karin
made her wear. The two women continued to sit on
the sofa, drink their wine and make small talk.
They hardly seemed to pay attention to Suzette’s
chores. But Suzette knew that the slightest dereliction
in her duties would be noticed and would earn her
immediate punishment.
“I noticed that Suzette was wearing makeup, that’s
rather new isn’t it?” asked Sheila.
“Yes,” replied Karin, “it’s something we just started
a few days ago. And it hasn’t been easy.”
“Really?”
“Oh you should have seen it, Suzette threw such
a little hissy fit.” Karin snapped her fingers and
curtly said “Suzette!”
Suzette immediately assumed her position.
“Turn around and show Sheila your ass,” ordered
Karin.
Suzette turned and bent at the waist. She lifted
her maid’s dress and petticoats and pulled down
the pretty panties to reveal an ass covered with
purple welts.
“Your crop?” asked Sheila.
“Yes, after an extended session with the crop, Suzette
became more amenable to the idea of makeup, didn’t
you dear?”
“Yes, Mistress,” replied Suzette.
“Come closer,” ordered Mistress Remington.
Suzette backed up, tottering precariously on her
heels.
Sheila used one long and exquisite fingernail and
slowly traced a line over one of the welts. Suzette
flinched, the area was quite tender. Karin picked
up the ever-present crop from the table and quickly
and expertly laid a blow directly over one of the
welts.
“Don’t fidget!” barked Karin. “My guest wants to
examine you.” Sheila continued her wicked examination
of Suzette’s ass.
“You know I had to ring three times today,” said
Sheila.
“Yes, I’m sorry about that,” replied Karin. “Of
course you may punish her for that.”
“Thank you, I’d enjoy that,” smiled Sheila. “I think
I’d like to redden that little ass with a paddle.
Perhaps Suzette can fetch the wooden paddle?”
Karin clapped her hands. Suzette stood up, straightened
her dress, and curtsied to the women on the way
to her errand.
“Karin, darling, she is an absolute jewel! You’ve
done a wonderful job.”
“Well,” replied Karin, “some parts of the training
have been easier than others. Strict discipline
and punishment had to be used.
A lot of submissive men like that, up to a point.
Taking them past that point, to the unknown and
unfamiliar is where we really break them and begin
to control them completely. And yet, Suzette was
easier than most. As a husband he worshipped me
and was devoted to me. So it was really only a matter
of reinforcing those submissive tendencies and then
feminizing him into Suzette the maid.”
“But don’t you miss men?” asked Sheila.
Karin laughed. “Darling, I have lovers whenever
I want them, but it is always on my terms. And of
course when they come to call Suzette greets them
and waits on them. She prepares me for my dates,
bathes me, does my feet, and shines my shoes. It
torments and humiliates her so. But she knows it
pleases me so she accepts it, not that the little
bitch really has any choice in the matter. Of course
many of my lovers want oral sex, but I simply abhor
the idea of taking a man’s cock into my mouth. But
men do seem to like it don’t they? I’ve considered
relegating those duties to Suzette.”
“You’d have your husband suck your lover’s cock!”
exclaimed Sheila.
“Suzette, my maid, would perform those services
for my lovers. I don’t imagine my lovers really
care who it is sucking them off as long as they
get to shoot their load into the pert, soft mouth
of some slut. I’d dress Suzette in a short, tight
skirt and fuck-me pumps so my dates could get sucked
off by a real slut. I’ve had her practice on a dildo.
I do want her to be proficient at it. Oh, here’s
our little slut now, with the paddle.”
Suzette returned with the paddle, stood in front
of the two women and curtsied.
“Miss Remington, I apologize for my poor performance
in answering the door today and beg you to administer
discipline with this paddle.” Suzette bowed low,
extending the long wooden paddle to Miss Remington.
“Thank you Suzette, depending on how well you accept
my beating I may accept your apology.” Sheila took
the paddle. “How many strokes do you recommend?”
she asked Suzette.
“Perhaps six would be sufficient, Miss Remington?”
asked Suzette. Her voice was halting, with a trace
of fear and trepidation.
“I shall deliver twelve of the best, dear, and expect
you to earnestly beg for more when I’m done,” said
Sheila. She and Karin exchanged wicked smiles and
laughed.
“Thank you, Miss Remington.” Suzette’s reply was
resigned and fearful. Twelve with the wooden paddle
across my crop-marked ass is going to hurt. And
Mistress Remington is expecting me to beg, and beg
sincerely, for more. Shit!
“You marked her up pretty good with your crop Karin,
I’m afraid the paddle is only going to make things
worse,” said Sheila.
Karin idly shrugged her shoulders in a ‘so what’
gesture. If they do what they’re told they won’t
get beaten, well, most of the time.
Sheila rose from the sofa and led Suzette to the
center of the living room. Suzette was bent over
and made to pull down her panties and hold up her
dress and petticoats, exposing her ass. Sheila raked
her nails over the welts and Suzette flinched. Sheila
smiled and cooed, “So tender, poor baby.”
The first blow landed on the right ass cheek directly
over a couple of welts from Karin’s crop. The second
blow landed in exactly the same place, as did the
third. Suzette’s knees were shaking. Not fair, not
fair! Suzette moaned to herself, they’re supposed
to distribute the blows, move them around.
Sheila stopped to rake her nails over the reddening
ass and purple welts before delivering a fourth
blow to the same place.
Suzette’s ass was on fire, her knees shaking uncontrollably.
She wanted to use her hands to protect her ass,
but to do that was to invite a worse and longer
punishment.
Sheila continued her assault, placing the remaining
blows in different places, but always over the red
crop welts. The sixth blow landed, mercifully enough,
lower, on the back of the right thigh. Sheila walked
in front of Suzette and held the paddle to Suzette’s
face. Suzette kissed the paddle saying, “Thank you
Miss Remington.”
Sheila moved behind Suzette and delivered the last
six blows, alternating them between the left and
right ass cheeks.
Sheila walked in front of Suzette and lifted her
chin with the paddle. Tears were streaming down
Suzette’s face. Sheila smiled and said, “Well?”
“Thank you Miss Remington,” stammered Suzette between
sobs, “may I please have six more?”
Sheila reached around and raked her nails across
Suzette’s sore and reddened ass. “SIX!” Sheila yelled.
“You think I should waste my time with another measly
six!?!” Sheila yelled and pinched Suzette’s ass.
“Please, oh please Mistress, another seven…please?”
begged Suzette.
“Bitch!” yelled Sheila and slapped Suzette’s face.
Karin nodded approvingly.
Suzette was beside herself. “Please Mistress, another
ten, please I beg you.”
Sheila stood silently before Suzette, idly and menacingly
slapping the paddle against her thigh.
Resignedly, Suzette, her voice near breaking, pleaded,
“Please Mistress, please, another twelve, I beg
you, please.” She was near panic and desperate at
the thought of begging for twelve more, but to refuse,
to refuse, that would only invite something worse.
Suzette was going to have to dig down and find a
way to get through it.
“Yes”, nodded Sheila, “yes, I believe you do beg
me. Stay bitch!”
Suzette remained bent, holding up her dress and
petticoats. Her back and legs hurt from holding
the position, her ass was a sea of pain, and yet
there was more to come. She was in despair. She
could hear the women behind her talking in hushed
tones and laughing. Then she heard a ripping sound,
like tape being torn.
Sheila walked in front of Suzette and showed her
two pieces of duct tape, each piece about two inches
by six inches. Smiling, Sheila walked behind Suzette
and roughly applied a piece of tape to each tender,
swollen and red buttock.
The next twelve blows with the dreaded wooden paddle
were applied evenly, six to each piece of tape.
After the last blow Suzette was sobbing and shaking,
but had held her position.
Sheila once again appeared in front of Suzette and
held the paddle before Suzette’s trembling lips.
Through her tears Suzette cried, “Thank you Mistress,”
as she kissed the paddle.
Sheila laughed. “I accept your apology Suzette,
and now we must remove the tape.”
Suzette felt hands probing her bruised and battered
ass and sharp fingernails digging in the tender
flesh around the tape. Mistress Remington finally
got an edge of the tape loose and started to s-l-o-w-l-y
pull it off.
“You may cry, and wail and beg me to stop Suzette.
In fact it would please me to hear you do so,” said
Ms. Remington. Sheila continued to slowly remove
the tape, using her free hand and her elegant fingernails
to scratch and pinch the bruised and raw flesh.
“No! Stop! Please stop, no, no, please stop,” wailed
Suzette. After the first piece of tape was removed
Sheila gave the exposed flesh a stinging slap with
her hand. Suzette shuddered. The entire process
was repeated on the other ass cheek, the tape slowly
removed and the exposed flesh violated.
Finally finished administering the punishment, Sheila
Remington sat down on the couch saying, “I need
a cigarette.”
Karin clapped her hands. “Suzette, get us some more
wine and a cigarette!”
Suzette stood up, straightened her dress, petticoats
and apron, put cigarettes in ladies holders, and
then lit the cigarettes. She curtsied, rather clumsily,
and left to fetch more wine.
“Well done,” said Karin.
“Yes,” replied Sheila, “she won’t be able to sit
down tomorrow, but she took it well enough.”
When the women finished their wine and cigarettes
they stood and prepared to leave. Karin rang the
bell to summon Suzette.
Suzette entered and curtsied, crouching so she was
shorter than the dominant and superior females who
stood before her. Her eyes were red from crying.
“We’re leaving, get our things,” commanded Karin.
Suzette curtsied and left to get the women’s coats,
hats, gloves and purses. The two women walked into
the foyer where Suzette was waiting. As Suzette
assisted them with their coats Karin snapped her
fingers and pointed to her feet. While the women
pulled on their kid leather gloves Suzette knelt
to give their shoes a final cleaning with her tongue.
The two women made small talk while Suzette lavishly
tongued their fashionable pumps clean. Finally satisfied,
Karin kicked Suzette away. “Up!” she ordered.
Suzette rose to her submissive crouch.
“We’re going shopping, you have your list of chores,”
said Karin. “Oh, be sure to practice your dancing.
I’m having a party this weekend and I expect my
guests to be suitably entertained. I want a lot
of hot, slutty moves. Trudi says you’re coming along
nicely so we’re expecting quite a show.” Both women
turned on the heels of their elegant footwear and
walked out.
Suzette slowly walked to the kitchen to get the
list of chores she would perform. On her way she
stopped and turned on the stereo. Might as well
have some music and practice my moves while I work.
Suzette picked up the list and saw that she would
never finish everything by the time Karin returned.
Can it get any worse?
It could and it would.
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