Part 1-
I can’t believe how many times my mind has gone back to my meeting with Mistress Caitlin. Her words “you would make a wonderful victim,” really bothered me. I couldn’t help but to think she was right. This wasn’t the first time I felt helpless by another person, and it wasn’t the first time I felt submissive either. I tried to tell myself that her huge 36GG breasts were too big, not attractive, perhaps disgusting, but yet why can’t I stop thinking about them, about her. She made me feel so dirty, so weak, so useless, so pathetic. What is wrong with me? Perhaps I want to be weak, perhaps I want to be useless, perhaps I want to be pathetic. Perhaps I want another woman to force me, if I don’t subconsciously want to be submissive, if I don’t want to be dominated, if I don’t want to try a lesbian experience. Oh my god, here I go again. I feel so dirty, but perhaps that’s what I want to feel. If not, why can’t I stop thinking about Mistress Caitlin, it’s been driving me crazy.
I think about what Mistress Caitlin did to Valerie. I think about what she could have done to Valerie, perhaps tough little Valerie was lucky, perhaps she was lucky that I was there. One thing I know for sure. Valerie wanted to win. She thought she was going to win. I can remember my thought as it was happening “It’s almost like watching a train wreck. I can’t look away. I am utterly amazed as the once proud red head is forced to kiss, lick and suck another woman’s feet. It finally occurs to me that I’v witnessed two thirds of what Mistress Caitlin wanted me to see. I’v seen her break Valerie physically and mentally”
I remember right before I left Mistress Caitlin said, “I’d be willing to bet you’ll come back some day, you have demons which need to be exercised.” I’ll never forget Mistress then pinned me against one of the columns. I tried to get away, but she pushed her weight against me. She cupped my chin and licked my face from the point of my chin, across my tightly pursed lips and up to my nose. “you’ll be back, I guarantee it.”
I’m haunted by dreams of Caitlin’s wicked smile.”
Joni
It’s almost like watching a train wreck. I can’t look away. I am utterly amazed as the once proud redhead is forced to kiss, lick and suck another woman’s feet. It finally occurs to me that I’ve witnessed two-thirds of what Caitlin wanted me to see. I’ve seen her ‘break’ Valerie physically and mentally. But I don’t plan on sticking around to watch her get broken a train wreck. I can’t look away. I am utterly amazed as the once proud redhead is forced to kiss, lick and suck another woman’s feet. It finally occurs to me that I’ve witnessed two-thirds of what Caitlin wanted me to see. I’ve seen her ‘break’ Valerie physically and mentally. But I don’t plan around to watch her get broken sexually.ost like watching a train wreck. I can’t look away. I am utterly amazed as the once proud redhead is forced to kiss, lick and suck another woman’s feet. It finally occurs to me that I’ve witnessed two-thirds of what Caitlin wanted me to see. I’ve seen her ‘break’ Valerie physically and mentally. But I don’t plan on sticking around to watch her get broken sexually. It’s almost like watching a train wreck. I can’t look away. I am utterly amazed as the once proud redhead is forced to kiss, lick and suck another woman’s feet. It finally occurs to me that I’ve witnessed two-thirds of what Caitlin wanted me to see. I’ve seen her ‘break’ Valerie physically a
Part-2
I asked Johnny the Dueces and Mistress Vicky to help me write this story. I am Mistress Caitlin and Joni met me when she interviewed me for a story for her newspaper called “Interview with a Mistress.” From the moment I met Joni I knew I had her. I could tell by the way she looked at me. I could tell by the way she acted, scared, yet extremely excited. I could tell by the way she stared at my huge breasts. She was mesmerized. She might not admit it to anyone, not even to herself, but inside she wanted nothing more than for me to take my breasts out and order her to worship them. From our meetings I could tell a lot about Joni. A writer for a newspaper, seeking out and uncovering the seedy, dark world of underground sex. I knew from our very first meeting that she would not be able to stop thinking about me, and sure enough she claims I haunt her every dream.
A majority of people do what they are expected to do. Many people don’t want to disappoint, be embarrassed or embarrass their families. Many people have guilt instilled into them, or fear. They don’t want to be thought of as weird, strange, perverted etc…. Many people are brought up with expectations, or (clueless) in the dark. You go to school you get married, you have children, you earn money. You hear about people being in the closet. Mostly it is thought of in terms of being gay, afraid to let others know how you feel, but this is not only about being gay. More importantly it’s the suppression of the thoughts. Fighting the feelings, fighting the thoughts, fearing that if you think about it, there is something wrong, or something wrong with you. Then there are many people who want more or different. They might not even know what it is that they want, they just know that they want more than what they’ve got.
Joni craves excitement. Joni craves more, more than what she’ got. As many others, there is a line. A line that she is afraid to cross. I can tell, up until she met me, flirting with that line was the excitement she craved, but I knew it, I could tell, and so could Joni. She calls me dark hearted. She claims she is haunted by my smile, haunted by me, AND THAT I HAUNT HER EVERY DREAM. She didn’t want to stay to see what happened to Valerie next. This was the dark seedy sex world she was looking for. She recognized it right then and there, and so did I. This is her thin line between love and hate. This is the line of unknown that she is soooo afraid to cross, yet that she craves to cross.
Joni doesn’t want to be controlled, she doesn’t want to be submissive, she doesn’t want to……………… or does she. She’s afraid “what happens if she loves it. What happens if she hates it. What happens, what happens. Will this change her life. Will this change her marriage? Will this change her values?
Part-3 What Joni didn’t know-what I didn’t know
What Joni didn’t know is that I am very observant and I have caught her stalking me. She has been dressing in red wigs, and that long platinum blonde wig, and that short black haired wig. She wore sun glasses or dressed as a punk rocker. She walked right past me on many occasions, thinking that I didn’t know it was her. I think that it was part of her craving for excitement. Perhaps she wanted me to confront her, but I wasn’t going to make it that easy. I wanted the level of excitement to grow. I wanted to see what Joni would do after her plan wasn’t working.
What Joni didn’t know was that while all this was going on I had sent my slave Roger to follow Joni’s husband, to find out where he works, and what he does, and where he goes, and what he likes. I was very happy that Roger told me that he can’t take his eyes off of woman with huge, half exposed breasts. I went to the bar that Joni’s husband goes to sometimes. I knew he would be there because I had Roger call me. He couldn’t help himself as I sat with my huge, half exposed breasts in direct view. I caught him gawking, and as much as he tried to be a good husband, he couldn’t resist. That’s right Joni, your husband, your precious husband slowly became my suck slave. At first he sucked my huge breasts, he is in love with them. Then he sucked my cxnt. I know how to tease men until they are going out of their mind. I brought him to the point that he was ready to explode and then stopped, not once, but over and over again. That’s right Joni, I make your husband cry, and beg , and when I finally do allow him to ejaculate, it is so intense that he almost jumps out of his body as he screams and shrieks and he shakes and trembles and quakes from deep inside . By the way Joni, your husband really knows how to please me, and he is always trying harder because he is addicted to what I do for him. For quite a while he didn’t know that I was a Mistress, but once he was hooked, he would do anything to get me to make him have one of his very explosive orgasms. That is why he rarely had sex with you Joni. I couldn’t have planned the timing any better if I tried to.
That is when your article was published in the paper about Rockford. That is when your lack of excitement in bed with your husband made you crave something new. That is when you had just kneed Rockford in his crotch and showed him, no you showed yourself that you are not the weak, scared, submissive helpless woman that you had been acting like all these years. It was then that you tried to figure out what had been haunting you. Was it that you have lesbian tendencies? Was it that you wanted to be dominated? Was it that you wanted to fight me like Valerie did? This is when you decided that you weren’t going to let me haunt you anymore. This is when you decided that it didn’t matter what the reasons were. This is when you decided that whatever the results were, it would be alright. So you called me up to arrange a meeting. It was time to confront your tormentor.
I answered the phone and I was extremely happy to hear your voice. “Ah Ms DeJarlais, I have been expecting your call. How can I help you.” I was surprised not to hear the fear I expected in your voice when you said that you wanted to see me.” “Another Interview Ms Dejarlais.” “No, I just have to see you again.” You said. “why of course, how about tomorrow evening, say at about 7 PM.”
What you didn’t know Joni, I was so excited. I have wanted to dominate you since the first minute I saw you. I have been wanting to show your husband what a worthless, pathetic little slave you are. I thought that what had been missing when I beat Valerie up was that her husband wasn’t there to witness it, & that this was going to be much better, because I called your husband and he was going to be here.
Part-4
Your husband came over to my house right from work. He had no idea I know you. He had no idea you were coming over. For the first time I brought him down to the dungeon. He was quite surprised to see all my equipment. I told him that I wanted to try some of my equipment out on him, and he was only happy to let me. By the time you arrived I had him bound and once he was helpless I put a ball gag in his mouth. I told him that he was going to have a big treat. I told him that you were going to be here and that he would get to see me break you and make you my slave. I told him that you had been there and witnessed me break another woman, and that it turned you on so much that you felt the need to experience it for yourself. I told your husband that in the scene you had witnessed, that I had to beat the big mouth up before I made her into my slave, and that apparently that had you so excited, so turned on, so afraid of the consequences, that it had been haunting you since, and today was the day you were coming to confront your deamons.
I got all dressed up in my black PVC micro miniskirt, sheer low cut white button dress shirt, fishnet stockings, and high heels. I wanted to look hot and sexy for you. Then at 7 PM the door bell rang and I had Roger let you in and lead you downstairs to the dungeon. You Joni, you wore a yellow summer mini dress and high heels, and even though you were moderately dressed, you looked sexy as hell and I felt a shudder throughout my body as I saw you walk innocently into my web. I could feel my warm juices start to fill up inside of me. I too was excited.
wish I would have had a camera to capture the look of shock on your face when you saw your husband, your very own precious husband, as I said, “I’m sorry Ms DeJarlais, but your husband is all tied up now.” I laughed at the totally shocked and puzzled look on your face and I was really got off when I told you, “I guess you don’t know about your husband’s obsession for big, sexy breasts. I guess your husband neglected to tell you that the reason he hasn’t been fucking you and sucking you is because he has been too busy sucking and fucking me.
Slowly I could see the look of shock turn to a look of anger as your face started getting redder and redder. I could see you ball your right fist up and you screamed, “I’m going to,” as you sent your fist right at my face, but before you could finish what you were saying, I reached up and I blocked your punch, and then I grabbed your dress with both of my hands and I shoved you back hard. So hard that your dress rips right off of your body in my hands as you go stumbling backwards on your high heels until “boom,” your body hits the cement wall of the dungeon hard, and “bang,” your head does too. I walk right up to you and I grab your wrists and I hold them pinned up against the wall, and I start laughing as I scream right in your face, “you don’t know how long I’v been waiting for this bitch. I’m going to beat you up just like I beat up that slut Valerie, and then you are going to be my slave. You’re going to do whatever I tell you to do, and you are going to refer to me as Mistress when you speak to me.” but just then you raise your right knee up and “boom,” your knee smashes right in between my legs.
Oh my god, it was like a bomb just exploded between my legs. My eyes almost bulged out of my head as I groaned “AAAAHHHH,” in pain and I doubled over in pain, gasping for air. My legs became shaky, I thought they were going to buckle right under me. Then quickly you wrap your hands through my hair and you yank my head up, and then you shove it back down as you raise your right knee and “bang,” my jaw smashes right into your rising knee. You can hear my teeth bang together and chatter in my head. You start “bang, bang, bang, bang,” bouncing my jaw off of your knee over and over again until first I’m seeing stars, fuckin stars, and then you let go of my hair and as my jaw bounces up off of your knee, I’m stood strait up on my feet and my eyes are swimming around in my head, and my legs are all wobbly, and everything goes black and I fall right over onto my back out cold. You knocked me unconscious, but you weren’t finished with me yet.
You sat down right on my stomach and you take the open palm of your right hand and “bam,” you slap me right across my face, swinging my head to the side from the full force of your hard smack. Then with the back of your hand you crack me. You smack me backhand “bam,” right across the other side of my face, swinging my head back in the other direction. You start slapping my face forehand, backhand, forehand, backhand, “bam, bam, bam, bam,” back and forth and back and forth over and over again screaming “wake up cow, wake up you fat fuckin whore, I’m not even finished with you yet.” Joni, you are slapping the shit out of me. You’re slapping me silly again and again until my eyes blink open, and now I’m seeing fuckin stars from your hard slaps.
Joni, you slapped me so senseless that I don’t even know where I am anymore. At first I see you sitting on my stomach, and then I start to feel the pain and I realize that you have just knocked the shit out of me. I can’t believe the vicious smile that you have on your face as you start laughing and you grab my hair and wrench my head up off of the floor of the dungeon, screaming right in my face, “I thought you were so fuckin tough. I thought you were going to knock the shit out of me and make a fuckin slave out of me right in front of my husband, and look at you, you’re not so tough. I beat you up, I knocked the shit out of you, and now I’m going to make a fuckin slave out of you in front of my husband.”
I can’t believe that you beat me up. I wasn’t prepared for the events that had just taken place, but I have never been submissive to anyone in my whole life, and I’m not about to let you make a slave out of me.