Clad in nothing but a lavender lace bra and matching panties, white stockings and jet-black patent leather heels, I knelt at Madame Violet’s feet as she asked, “Do you agree to my terms?”

I looked up at the stunningly gorgeous woman towering above me. She was tall and fit, with long black hair and a body worthy of worship. She wore a black lace dress and over-the-knee leather boots.

Shivering with delight, my nipples stiffened against the soft lace of my bra. I was embarrassed, but there was no need to hide my arousal. 

I had been under consideration to Madame for nearly a year. After months of training, I was finally ready to accept the invitation to become her formally collared slave. I touched the soft velvet ribbon around my neck — my training collar — and took a deep breath.

“Yes, ma’am” I replied.

I adored Madame Violet and trusted her with every fiber of my being. Our relationship transcended the parameters of a traditional domme/sub dynamic. Not only were we mistress and slave, but lovers and best friends, too. Our lives were so beautifully intertwined, and our love was deep, sincere and true. On more than one occasion, I’d put myself into Madame’s hands with full confidence that I would be cared for and kept safe, and she had never let me down.

“I am proud of you, my pet,” she said, leaning down to gently stroke my cheek. “You honor me with your service.”

I flushed at my mistress’s touch. She simply smirked and slowly moved her hand down until it rested around my throat, which she began to squeeze slightly. I closed my eyes and relaxed under the restriction. How utterly in thrall I felt at that moment. My devotion was so pure and effortless.

Madame Violet tightened her grip a bit and pulled upward, guiding me to my feet. Releasing her grasp, she instructed, “Wait here.”

I stood tall and proud as I watched Madame Violet walk to the dresser and open the top drawer to retrieve a small mahogany box. She returned to me, opening the box to reveal a beautiful purple and black leather collar. 

I was floored by the sheer beauty of the intricately crafted collar being presented to me.

“It’s gorgeous, Mistress,” I whispered before dropping to my hands and knees at Madame Violet’s feet. I placed a gentle kiss on both of her boots as a display of my humble gratitude.

“Good girl,” Madame Violet said, sounding pleased, then she motioned for me to rise.

Grinning from ear to ear, I stood, feeling as if I were glowing like moonlight. Madame gently removed my velvet training collar and replaced it with the thick leather one. The scent of the new leather was intoxicating, and I was overcome with joy. I could no longer hold back the tears of happiness that fell freely from my eyes.

Madame wiped my eyes and took my hand, leading me to the bed, which was adorned with black silk sheets.

“Remove only your bra,” Madame Violet ordered. “Keep on your panties, stockings and heels.”

It was my first command as Madame’s formally collared slave, and I swiftly complied.

“Now, lie facedown,” she said.

I climbed onto the bed and got into position. Madame bent over the bed and stroked my back, her long fingernails — which were painted a deep purple — tracing patterns against my sensitive skin. Her touch felt delightful. It was a combination of the pleasure and pain that I felt right then and that which I knew was to come.

“Mine,” Madame Violet said, digging her nails deeper into my back.

“Yours,” I whispered in reply.

As I was beginning to fall gently into subspace, Madame decided to accelerate things with a hard spank to my ass. It hurt so fucking good, and I shivered in anticipation of more. Madame wasted no time stripping off everything she was wearing. She climbed onto the bed with me, grabbing me by the hair and bending me over her knee to spank me properly like the slut I am. She pulled my panties down around my ankles, not allowing me the satisfaction of being fully freed from the garment. Instead she made me suffer the humiliation of being restricted by it. Blow after blow rained down upon my defenseless backside. I took every swat and became even more aroused in the process.

“P-please…Mistress,” I stammered. I could barely form the words to ask Madame if she would touch me where I wanted it most. Every spank was making my pussy wetter and wetter, and I was yearning to feel her fingers probing my cunt.

“Say it,” said Madame. “If you want it so badly, you’ll have to use your words like a good girl.”

I melted upon hearing the words “good girl.” There were no other words that made me feel quite the same as those. All I wanted in the world was to be Madame’s good girl.

She continued to spank me harder and harder. I blushed as I thought about what a sight I must be: bent over my mistress’ knee, panties around my ankles and wet pussy practically dripping at the thought of getting finger-fucked by her. What more could I do than be a good girl and ask nicely for relief?

“Madame,” I began as she slowly traced a finger over my sopping wet pussy lips. Fuck, it felt so good, and I wiggled my ass in response to her touch. This was met by another harsh spank to my throbbing ass.

“Please, Mistress, will you fuck my pussy with your fingers?” I asked.

“Louder, slave!” said Madame. “Beg like you mean it,” she said, rubbing my ass and inching the palm of her hand closer and closer to my sex. It was driving me wild.

“Oh please, Mistress. Will you fuck your slave’s slutty pussy? I’m so fucking wet for you, Madame. Please?” I pleaded.

I trailed off and became a puddle of lust as Madame swiftly jammed two fingers into my wet cunt. Her fingers slid inside me so easily, and it was almost embarrassing to hear the sounds of my wetness as she pumped in and out of my pussy. I squirmed in her lap, as she occasionally rubbed her thumb against my throbbing clit.

It felt so good, but I wasn’t quite satisfied. Madame must have sensed that because she pulled out of me and threw me off her lap and onto my back on the bed.

“I think you need more than just my fingers,” she announced. “I want you on all fours.”

Madame stood up and walked to the dresser again, this time to grab her purple strap-on — my favorite toy — and deftly attached the harness to her shapely hips. I quickly scrambled onto my hands and knees, waiting for her like a hungry animal.

I dared to steal a glance at Madame Violet, who was a glorious sight to behold — fully nude and equipped with an enormous faux dick that she effortlessly wielded like no one else could.

“Mouth open. You’re going to suck my cock now,” said Madame.

I crawled to the edge of the bed with my mouth agape. She stuck the rubber phallus in my mouth, fucking my throat until I coughed and gagged. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I guessed my mascara was running down my cheeks in messy rivulets. My stockings and heels were still on, and my panties were still tangled around my ankles. With makeup smeared across my face as I worshiped my mistress’s cock, I must have looked even more like a desperate slut than I had earlier in the evening.

Madame pulled her toy from my mouth and playfully slapped me across the face with it, making a soft thwacking sound.

“Do you know where this is going next?” she asked.

With my jaw aching, I could only nod.

Madame roughly turned me around and fully removed my panties. I was spread open wide and ready for her. She teased my pussy with the tip of the cock and instinctively I leaned into it, hoping to take all of its length into my aching hole.

She pulled back, and I let out a pathetic whine. Behind me, Madame laughed, and I looked over my shoulder at the radiant sight of her.

“Eyes forward slave,” she said. “You’ll get what’s coming to you.”

I turned back around and waited. It seemed like an eternity until Madame was teasing me with her cock again. I remained still — a true test of my willpower — and let her use my pussy as she saw fit. She thrust into me deeply, and I moaned in ecstasy. She dug her nails into my ass and continued to fuck my pussy, thrusting in and out of me until I felt like I couldn’t take anymore. She pounded into me harder and harder, pulling my hair and smacking my ass. It felt so good to be filled up with Madame’s cock, but the sensation was absolutely overwhelming.

Keeping her dick jammed inside me, Madame reached beneath me and between my legs to rub circles against my clit. It was almost all too much. But, somehow, I maintained my composure. I was so close to climaxing, but being Madame’s slave, I knew she owned my orgasms and I would have to ask for permission before allowing myself to get off.

“Oh Madame, please may I come?” My words came out as a moan as she continued to fuck and finger me.

“I don’t think you really want it,” Madame teased as she thrust into me with full force.

“Please, Mistress. Please, will you let me come? Oh God!” I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Fuck!” I screamed as I crashed over the edge. I climaxed so hard that my contracting pussy muscles nearly pushed Madame’s phallus all the way out of me.

The room grew silent, and I froze. My whole body tensed up, knowing I’d just disobeyed my mistress. I came without her permission. It felt so fucking good, but I knew I was in trouble.

I stayed there on my hands and knees on the bed. Madame was still wielding the cock, which was now covered in my juices. She unstrapped the harness, and the toy fell to the floor with thunk. I didn’t move a muscle.

“You know you’ll be punished for that,” she said, sounding more amused than annoyed.

Still, I hung my head in shame.

“Turn around and face me, slave,” she whispered, and I obeyed. She grabbed my chin and forced me to meet her gaze.

“You will be punished,” she reiterated. “But not tonight.”

My pussy was throbbing with the spasms of my recent release, and my ass was hot and itchy from her spanking. But her delicious threat still made me shiver. I couldn’t wait until she’d treat me like her bad girl, and I knew it’d be soon.