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Ch 1.31: Mistress
Ch 1.31: Mistress
“Hello, darling.”
Elaina fell to her knees, exploding in pleasure as Tira stood over her, moaning out into the halls. Fuck, I wasn’t supposed to finish. I was supposed to wait. She knelt there, rubbing herself while she stared up at Tira and cried out, easing out of her orgasm. When she was finished, Tira stuck out her hand.
Elaina grabbed it with her clean hand, pulling herself up. It was odd, Elaina was realizing for the first time. Both of Tira’s hands had painted pink nails, but only the left hand’s nails were left long.
Tira still had her arm held out. “My jacket.”
“Oh, uhm, right.” Elaina slunk out of the garment, Tira standing there, watching Elaina like she might watch a meal being prepared for her until she eventually took the jacket back.
“I was hoping you’d choose option three. Come in.” Tira left the door open as she walked back inside, hips swaying as she headed towards her desk, jacket in hand and her whip at her side. She laid her jacket over the back of her chair and sat down as Elaina stopped in front of her.
She’d been here before, in the same lack of clothing as well. The office was empty this time of night, despite the numerous small desks and chairs that certainly would have been occupied earlier in the day. Tira sat at the largest, most ornate of the desks, the one for the person in charge, and behind her was something Elaina had forgotten about: the crystal panel on the wall showing a view into the halls of Endrin. Right now, it was showing the hall immediately outside the office. “You— you were watching me?”
“Of course. I had to keep you safe, after all.” Tira’s smile was more impish than any Elaina had ever seen. “Did you forget about the crystal monitor so soon?”
Elaina bowed her head, realizing fully what that meant. She didn’t just see me at the end. She saw the entire thing. “Uhm, I did, actually.”
“Well, don’t worry. I was the only one here, obviously, and the monitor can’t actually record anything. I could have taken pictures on my portrait, of course, but I wouldn’t do that without talking to you about it first, no matter how delicious you looked out there.”
Portraits, again. Elaina couldn’t quite muster up the courage to admit out loud that she would have been fine if Tira had done that, just as she couldn’t quite muster up the courage to admit to herself she actually wished Tira had done it. Saying anything at all in the situation was hard, standing in front of the head of the watch in only her underwear, having just been caught masturbating in the school halls after curfew. It all felt like she was in trouble again, being interrogated, about to be punished.
“Anyway, let’s get started,” Tira said, leaning forward to place her hands together and rest her chin on them. “You chose to do this my way, so there are going to be rules. You will follow them, understood?”
Elaina swallowed. “Yes ma’am.”
Tira smiled. “Close, but not quite. First rule: when we are playing, you address me as ‘Mistress’ or ‘Mistress Tira,’ understood?”
Mistress? “Yes, Mistress Tira.” It flowed out of her mouth so easily.
“Second rule: If I give you a command, you obey. Understood?”
Elaina’s head was turning. She was doing this? Was this okay? “Yes, Mistress.”
“And finally, the third rule.” Tira stood up, walking around the desk, placing a hand on Elaina’s head and running it down her hair, sending shivers throughout her body as she reached Elaina’s shoulder and continued down her arm. “The third rule is that you enjoy yourself. I play hard, and I like it when my playthings play hard back, but I need you to have a good time, so we’re going to need a safe word, alright?”
“I— uhm, okay.” Elaina bit her lip. “What’s a safe word though?”
Tira blinked, cocking her head to the side and opening her jaw before she started giggling, placing her hand back on Elaina’s head and ruffling her hair. “You are impossibly cute, you know that? If I didn’t know you better, I’d think you were to soft to be my plaything.”
Elaina furrowed her brow, scowling. “I’ve just never heard of that before…”
“No no, it’s fine,” Tira said, still giggling as she stepped back and sat on her desk. Elaina could see the girl’s already short skirt ride up from this angle, revealing toned, terrifyingly attractive thighs, a deep tan just like the rest of Tira’s skin. “A safe word is something that if either of us say it, we stop playing, no matter what. You can scream, beg, and ask me to stop without using the safe word all you want—and trust me, you’ll do all of those things—but the safe word is your protection, something you can always fall back on.”
Huh. The concept was kind of strange, to Elaina. When she agreed to this, she thought she was agreeing to, well, anything, that by making this choice she’d given up all rights to say no. Hearing that that wasn’t true was almost… disappointing. Still, this was one of Tira’s rules, right? She had to pick a word, something safe. “Handkerchief,” she said, not even thinking before blurting out the word.
Tira’s eyes widened again. “So sentimental, aren’t we? Handkerchief doesn’t work though, my dear, since I might want to tease you about the one I gave you. It has to be a word that won’t come up naturally while we’re playing, a word you know, but that you never really say.”
“Oh,” Elaina said, blushing. “How about ‘sapphire?’”
“Yeah, that’ll work. Why sapphire though?”
Good question. A blue gem is what it was, but all she could think of when thinking about safety was the dull blue glow of the System when she first found it, when it first gave her a purpose. A sapphire was the closest thing. “Uhm, I don’t know. I’ve heard of them, but never seen one, so it’s not something I really say.”
“Well, good enough then; sapphire it is. Are you into pain? What’s your tolerance?”
Elaina had to almost force herself not to reach for her panties, ready to go at herself again already. Why did the idea of pain excite her? Even with her skill, it shouldn’t be something she wanted, right? “I— We can try it. I’ll use the word if I have to.”
Tira shook her head, smiling. “I will go easy on you, especially tonight, but I can already tell we’re going to have so much fun together. Are you ready to start? I am.”
Ready? Elaina didn't know if there was a way to be ready for this: something so different, so terrifying, so unknown. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Mistress Tira.”
Tira stood back up and went back to her seat, tapping on the crystal tablet that controlled the monitor behind her. There was a new look on her face, a degree of sternness Elaina would’ve expected from the watch captain, but that playful glee was still underneath, behind Tira’s deep brown eyes. Under this gaze, Elaina would have felt naked no matter how much she was wearing. Tira stopped tapping the tablet as Elaina gasped, the monitor finally settling on a frame, that of the very room they were in, Tira sitting there fully clothed, back to the screen, and Elaina standing there in just her skimpy purple lingerie.
“Well now, what do we have here?” Tira asked, that faux seriousness coloring her tone. “The troublemaking freshman back again, after I let her off easy last time. Tell me, what possible reason could you have for walking the halls out of uniform at this time of night?”
Elaina was frozen, unable to move, unable to speak. Tira was playing, right? She wasn’t actually in trouble? “I— uhm—”
“Too slow, darling,” Tira said, leaning back into her chair. “Answer me promptly when I ask you a question.” Elaina needed to look her in the eye—Tira’s presence commanded it—but her vision was being pulled above Tira’s chair, to the monitor. Elaina could see herself clearer than in any reflection, and she looked so pathetic, shaking in her underwear, squirming in front of the desk, face as red as the ruby rug she was standing on.
“I just wanted to, Mistress Tira.”
“You just wanted to. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Well, you’ll have to be punished, obviously. So, tell me, which piece of your underwear do you want to keep?”
“Wh— which piece?”
Tira grinned, teeth spreading wide like a hungry animal. “Of course. You need to be punished, no?”
“Right. Right, Mistress…” Which piece to keep? Her breasts were nice, she knew that, and it would be more embarrassing to reveal how wet she was than show off one her best assets. “I’ll keep my bottoms.”
“Tsk tsk,” Tira said, shaking her head. “I didn’t ask which one you would keep, just which one you wanted to keep. Your panties, off.”
Elaina’s hands instinctively went to cover her crotch. My panties? They were barely there as it was. Her hands relaxed as she thought about it though, gripping her waistband. She had to do this, or she knew it would be worse. “Yes, Mistress.” She pulled the little triangle in front of her pussy down, baring her glistening lips to the room.
She’d been naked in front of other women, but this was different. Even with Carline, where she’d done so much more in front of her, it hadn’t felt like this. Elaina was realizing she wasn’t in control of herself anymore, that Tira could tell her to do anything, and that she’d do it. She stepped out her underwear and brought them up, trying to hide her modesty with them after having only just taken them off.
“Good girl.” Elaina’s heart did a flip inside her chest, a feeling of joy she’d never experienced, just from those two words. “Now hand them over, and keep your hands to your sides.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Elaina stepped forward, handing her underwear to Tira. The watch captain looked them over for a moment and then put them in her pocket. Elaina went to cover herself, but stopped, biting her lip as she placed her hands on her hips. This seemed worse almost than just standing there naked, wearing only a bra that was pushing her breasts up and out, a bra that she had made herself to make them look as lewd as possible, all while what should have been her most private region was completely exposed, dripping with her own wetness.
“Consider these confiscated; you won’t be getting them back.” Gone, just like that. Elaina was fine with that, her handmade, used panties being her gift to Tira. “Now, do you think you’ve been punished enough?”
Elaina shook her head. “No, Mistress.”
“And why is that?”
“Be— because I’m not humiliated enough yet.” Words that were so easy to say.
“Good point, darling. And you’re right, that bra of yours will have to be next. After all, if you’re going to walk around out of uniform, why should you be allowed to wear anything at all?”
“Yes, Mistress Tira.” Elaina didn’t even have to wait for the direct command, already unclipping the back of her bra and reaching out to hand it over. Tira took it as well, folding it up and placing it in her jacket as well, eyes never leaving Elaina’s chest.
“Gods be damned,” Tira said, her serious demeanor cracking just a little, then reforming. “You do have such nice tits: large, round, cute little pink nipples.” Tira stood up and started walking around the desk as she ran a single finger over the top, pink nail scratching across the wood. Elaina watched that one finger like it was a wolf stalking her, ready to pounce at any moment.
Tira walked behind Elaina, leaving her facing forward, only the monitor in view now. “A nice ass too, damn.” She watched as Tira leered from behind, that single finger tracing the air around her prey, still not touching.
“I still don’t think you’ve been punished enough, darling. What you you think?”
“Nuh- no,” Elaina stammered, shaking from the phantom touch Tira was threatening.
“No, what?”
“No, Mistress Tira.”
“You’re right.” The fingernail finally landed on Elaina, right above her knee, Tira wrapping her arm around from behind. “Does the monitor excite you? Are you turned on by watching your own naked, humiliated body?”
Tira started running her finger up Elaina’s thigh, and the only response she could manage was to moan.
“And what if I was lying before? What if this thing could record moving images? Your punishment would be saved, for me and all the future watch captains to view whenever we pleased.” No, that wasn’t possible, right? Please be true. But no, Tira wouldn’t have lied about something like that. This was just the game, the best game Elaina had ever played.
The finger crept closer and closer, almost reaching Elaina’s crotch, but then cruelly turning away, circling up around her waist and to her navel. “No, go back, please!”
“Oh? You think you can tell me what to do, darling? That’s earned you an even bigger punishment, I’m afraid. Now turn around, let the monitor see that wonderful ass of yours, so me and everyone else can have that recorded too.”
Elaina turned as the finger still ran up her torso, passing through her cleavage as Tira avoided every place Elaina truly wanted to be touched, finally reaching Elaina’s chin and tilting it upwards. Tira was gorgeous, a goddess among mortals, her short, rough-cut brown hair, entrancing eyes with that pink eyeshadow underneath, and that damned smirk as she looked down on Elaina. She owns me.
“Let’s get going. Your real punishment will take place back in my room. You’ll need this though.” Tira reached into her jacket, pulling out a black loop. A collar? “People aren’t allowed to walk around school naked, so you’ll just have to be my pet instead. And this time, no touching yourself unless I say so, alright?”