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Archive name: mismouse.txt
Authors name: Cheryl (cjr34@attbi.com) 
Story title : Mistress and Mouse

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Mistress and Mouse
By Cheryl (cjr34@attbi.com) 

***

Dom and sub change places for a day. What a mistake that
was, at least for the sub. (Fdom/F, bd, huml)

***

I had gotten off work early and drove myself home 
knowing that mouse was there waiting for me.

For some reason I don't know why, I decided to park on 
the street and not pull into the driveway. I walked up 
the drive and opened the door and stepped inside and I 
guess it was because I was home an hour earlier than 
planned, my little mouse sat in My chair, wearing one 
of My outfits and had the TV on, earphones on her head 
as she listened to some crap music and her feet were on 
My coffee table. Her eyes were closed as she was lost 
in the music.

I walked over to the stereo and cranked the music up 
from about one fourth power to full blast. She jumped 
up and jerked the headphones off and yelled, 
"Motherfucker!" and then she saw me.

She froze in place for just a second then fell to her 
knees as she had been trained and sat there, waiting. I 
could see she was trembling in real fear and I smiled 
to myself, but I wouldn't let her see that because her 
eyes were on the floor, also as she had been trained.

I took two steps closer to her and said, "You have one 
minute to run upstairs and take off my clothes and 
return, go!"

Without a word she scrambled up stairs, running 
removing the clothes as she ran. I heard her up stairs, 
feet entering my room and down the stairs and then back 
to her same spot before me, eyes downcast.

She had done it in less than a minute but I said, 
"You're late!"

She gasped a little, maybe she just was out of breath, 
but I thought it might be protest. I took another step 
towards her and said, "Mouse, how many of my rules did 
you break just now? Tell me how many?"

She thought for a moment and whimpered out, "I don't 
know Mistress!"

"One, you had on My clothes which you're forbidden to 
wear without my permission. Two, your smelly feet were 
on My coffee table. Three, you had My stereo and TV on 
without permission, and you know I don't allow that 
without my presence. And four, you thought you could 
get away with all that!"

With that I marched out of the room and left her there 
to consider her fate. Mouse knew better than to move 
and I made her sit like that while I went upstairs and 
changed clothes and plotted what punishment she should 
have. As I changed I remembered her when I'd first 
found her. Sitting in the mall that day so long ago.

She was only a child then and still was really. She was 
only 18, and could pass for 15 or 25 if dressed right. 
I'd taken her under my wing and changed her from an 
ordinary runaway into a lover, a sex toy for her 
Mistress. She had taken to the lifestyle with gusto and 
enthusiasm and deep down I loved her dearly and I knew 
she loved me.

As I thought about Mouse, my nipples hardened and I 
caressed my breasts remembering the last time she had 
sucked on them. My hand traveled down to my pussy, 
shaven clean, another little loving chore for Mouse, 
which she performed every morning in the bath. I 
remembered the last time she had sucked on my clit and 
gotten me off.

I shook myself out of my reverie and took on the look 
of the Mistress, which of course I was. I walked 
downstairs, now to take care of business and as I 
passed the living room where Mouse sat I said, "Follow 
me," and walked downstairs into the basement.

Mouse padded after me, her bare feet on the hardwood 
steps. I walked into the "playroom" and she followed me 
silently. I led her to the rack on the wall and said, 
"Position!" She knew what I wanted. She climbed into 
the apparatus, her naked teenage body shaking from the 
cold of the room or was it the anticipation?

I shackled her wrists and ankles to the four pegs and 
she was an X for me to do with what I willed. I walked 
over to the wall and selected a birch switch and said, 
"For your gross miss-behavior while I was gone, you'll 
now be punished."

Mouse looked at me with fear, and something else in her 
eyes.

I'm going to ask you questions and if I don't like the 
answers you'll get twice the normal whipping. How may 
strokes do you thing you deserve?"

Not knowing the right answer Mouse mumbled, "You decide 
Mistress."

I told her that, that was the wrong answer and let the 
whip fly once, flicking across her taught belly raising 
a red welt upon her smooth teenage flesh. I knew had to 
sting but Mouse had been trained well and let out only 
air from her straining lungs, but no cry.

I walked up to her and stroked the angry red mark and 
said, "How many lashes do you deserve Mouse?"

She looked at me in real fear now because this was a 
new game to her. She said, "Mistress, as many as I 
deserve?"

I took two steps back and let fly another lash, this 
time grazing one of her breasts and she gasped but 
again didn't cry out. I walked up to her again and 
stroked her mark and caressed her breast. "How many?"

Almost sobbing she said, "Please Mistress, I have no 
answer that I hope to be correct, so may I please have 
another for being blonde and so stupid?"

I took a step back and said, "Right answer Mouse." I 
gave her a thin smile and let the whip fly again, 
grazing against her thighs and leaving two red welts, 
one on each thigh. I walked over to her again, and 
again rubbed the marks softly and said, "Mouse you know 
how it hurts me to do this to you but you acted like a 
child earlier thinking mommy wouldn't catch you. 
Mommies always know when their little girls have been 
bad."

"Please Mistress may I have another," she said softly.

For the next half hour I switched back and forth, the 
lash flying and then me caressing the marks I'd left on 
her young flesh. It had been a while since I'd enjoyed 
myself so much. Dishing out pain I knew that she 
secretly craved and loved.

Mouse had proven to me a long time ago her ability to 
take pain and I think sometimes she disobeyed me on 
purpose just to get her punishments.

Finally I stopped and took a break. Then I took a drink 
of water. Enjoying the cold liquid as it trickled down 
my parched throat. I knew Mouse craved water too and 
held the bottle out to her mouth. She opened up her 
mouth and then in disappointment watched as I poured 
the water out onto the floor in front of her. 

I unshackled her and helped her out of the rack and 
said, "Your standing in you water."

She fell to the floor as I knew she would and licked 
the water from the concrete floor, hungrily swallowing 
the precious drops ignoring her pain for the moment. I 
told her to stand when and she did, almost falling down 
again I steadied her. Then I silently cursed myself for 
showing compassion.

I told her to stand tall and to lock her hands behind 
her head, which she did. I said, "I've given you pain, 
which you richly deserved, now I will give you pleasure 
for not crying out once."

She watched as I placed the two clamps on her nipples, 
turning the little screws that tightening the clamps. 
She watched as I tightened them tighter and tighter and 
then some more until there was hardly any skin in the 
clamps. These were the tightest I had ever had them. I 
don't know if I did it to punish her more or was it 
because I was mad at myself for showing the sign of 
weakness, if only for a moment.

In any case only her labored breathing showed any 
emotion, and of course her eyes. I walked over to the 
table and picked up the electrical butterfly and 
attached it to her hairless pussy. The vibrating device 
resting securely inside her slick young cunt and up 
against her clit. I took the remote and sat down and 
watched her face, her emotions flickered waiting for 
the moment when I'd activate it and drive her crazy.

The unit had four settings and I normally warmed her up 
going through the four one at a time, but I was still 
mad at myself and went right to number four. Mouse 
screamed and her thin body jerked at the suddenness of 
it.

I turned it off and said, "So you can scream?"

Her body shook and heaved and still she stood there 
hands locked together as trained. She looked at me with 
some anger in her eye I thought. I quickly went to the 
highest setting again and left it there longer this 
time.

Mouse screamed again and again, her body convulsed 
before me. Finally I turned it off. Her breathing was 
very labored now and it was a struggle for her to 
stand. I said, "I think that will be enough for today," 
and turned to put the remote down. Mouse relaxed and 
some perverse streak in me made me crank the device up 
again on high.

Mouse screamed again and again, her body spasmodically 
dancing in front of me. The device had been made for me 
specially by a mechanic friend of mine who shared my 
desires and I'd paid him for it with my body. The 
device was much more powerful than any mass-produced 
vibrating dildo on the market. It even made the Pocket-
Rocket seem like a toy for sissys.

I turned back to Mouse and watched as she shook and 
shivered and danced before me, when I saw her legs 
close tightly together and her body begin to bend over 
slightly I knew from her moans filling the room that 
she was cumming!

I was tempted to stop her because I had not given her 
permission to cum and yet I didn't stop her and she 
came and came and came, while I watched.

Finally I turned the remote off and stared at her naked 
body. Slowly Mouse regained her breath and stood tall 
again still looking at the floor. She said, "Please 
Mistress, may I have another?"

I smiled to myself but said, "Right answer, and no you 
may not." I walked over to her and removed the clamps 
and her tender nipples swelled at the release of the 
clamps. I kissed and then yes I sucked them. I removed 
the butterfly from her pussy, her juices had coated it 
completely, filling my hand with her cum and her odor. 
I couldn't resist and licked my fingers. She tasted so 
sweet.

I told her to follow me and led her upstairs and then 
told her to take a bath and clean herself up. When she 
came out I guided her to the bed we shared at times 
like this and lay beside her. As she lay there, I truly 
did love her and then she spoke, "Tomorrow I get to be 
the Mistress and go to work and catch you misbehaving, 
right?"

I let my eyes fall to my feet and said, "Yes Mistress 
and thank you for letting me live out one of My 
fantasies." And with that said, Mouse and I made slow 
intense love to each other.

As I slept, I wondered how far she would go with me 
tomorrow. 

**

The next day came and I awoke with a start when I saw 
my Mistress standing over the bed looking at me. She 
said, "I am leaving for work now but I wanted to tell 
you that yesterday I was glad you enjoyed your fantasy 
of changing places with me. However, today you are once 
again the mouse of the house and as such, I expect you 
to do your daily required duties. I will be home at the 
usual time and expect you to be ready for anything I 
have prepared for you."

With that she turned and walked out and left the house. 
I got up and began my usual duties, wondering how this 
little blonde had managed to turn my life upside down 
and switch roles with me. I had found her in a mall 
awhile back and I had brought her into my house 
thinking I had found another toy to enjoy but she had 
quickly reversed our roles and I was now HER plaything 
to do with as she had chosen. 

Yesterday she had granted me one fantasy fulfillment 
and I had chosen to be her mistress. At first she was 
amused but then after further thought she realized that 
maybe it wasn't that bad an idea after all. A good 
domme has to know or understand how her sub feels and 
reacts and behaves and she believed it would be a good 
experience for both of us. And while I had enjoyed it, 
I also knew that this evening I would experience new 
levels cause I had intentionally pushed the limit of my 
plans further than she thought I would. 

I had done so hoping to push her limits against me even 
further. I would find out this evening. At the time I 
expected my mistress, she entered and found me waiting 
in my usual spot and like always, I was naked except 
for the heels I was told to always wear. She walked 
past me leaving me sitting there on the floor by the 
door and I could hear her walking around the house 
inspecting and looking for a reason to justify her 
punishment for me.

Finding the house in perfect order I heard her 
approaching me and she said, "Well, well, my pretty. It 
looks like you have done your duties correctly this 
day. Instead of playing at home, I'm taking you out. I 
will lay your clothes out for you while you take a bath 
and get ready. You have fifteen minutes to bathe and 
dress and get ready and if you're late one minute, 
you'll regret it." 

I took off running as best one can in 5 inch stiletto 
heels. Hard to believe that she was taking me out, it 
didn't happen all that often. While I bathed I heard 
her in my room preparing my clothes. I rushed out of 
the bathroom and she was already downstairs. I looked 
on the bed for my clothes but all I saw was two 
bandana's laying there. I looked around to see if 
anything has hanging up for me to wear but my eyes 
finally had to come back to the bed and the two 
bandana's laying there. 

With a shrug I picked up the two bandanas and held 
them. One was only one inch wide and the other was 
maybe 5 inches wide. I sort of got the idea and slipped 
one (the smaller) over my head and pulled it down and 
wrapped around my tits like a huge tiny headband and it 
just barely covered the nipples of my 34d breasts. 

It left all of the top and most of the bottom of my 
breasts completely exposed to the air. I slipped the 
larger one up my legs and around my hips. When I had it 
in place, and covering my shaven pussy, I felt behind 
me and fully a third of my ass cheeks were exposed on 
the bottom. I tugged it down in back and then reached 
up and I could feel about three inches of the top of my 
crack exposed, so either way some part of my ass was to 
be left uncovered. 

I slipped on the 5 inch stiletto heels and bounced 
(really bounced) down the stairs to where she stood 
waiting for me. My movement down the stairs had caused 
the skirt (such as it was) to climb up almost to my 
waist making it almost a belt! And the material 
covering my breasts had risen as well leaving my 
nipples completely uncovered and I saw a smile on her 
face. I tugged everything back into place and she 
reached up and put my collar around my neck and using 
the leash as a guide she pulled me out the door and 
down to the car. 

She knew I loved to be exposed and being exposed in 
public was one of the things that got us both excited. 
Often I had even cum when exposed like this in public 
just from the thrill and rush I got of strangers eyes 
locked on my body. And she knew it! 

Now you may think my Mistress would be taking me to a 
club that caters to domes and their sub's but I knew 
from past experience that we were headed to no such 
place. Our driver drove us around for a bit, seemingly 
aimlessly but I knew better. At one point the driver 
stopped the car in front of a liquor store in a shady 
part of town. Around the parking lot and near the door 
stood about 8 wino types begging for money or just 
standing there waiting to share a bottle in a paper bag 
being passed around. 

My Mistress said for me to get her some of her special 
cigarettes and unhooked my leash from the collar and 
handed me some money. The driver had got out and opened 
the door at my side and I crawled out the door and 
stood there just for a second for my eyes to adjust to 
the sudden brightness of the lights. In doing so, all 
the wino's near and far (those whose eyes could still 
focus) eyed this body and little illegal (I'm sure) 
outfit I had on. 

I bounced (yup I bounced) across the sidewalk and up 
the four steps showing just about damn near everything 
I had and entered the store. I found the cigs and paid 
and bounced down the stairs and across the sidewalk to 
the car while behind me I heard all the rude and nasty 
(and hot) remarks being made about me. The driver 
opened the door and in I went. 

My Mistress reattached the leash and her hand went 
between my legs for inspection and sure enough I was 
sopping wet with excitement. The driver took off and 
not a word was spoken between us. 

A short time later the car stopped again at a club we 
had been to before but not recently. We got out and I 
clasped my hands behind my back as I had been trained 
and stared at the ground as she led me in with the 
leash for a guide. Inside the club she found a table 
and sat down, and I kneeled on the floor beside her 
again as I had been trained, eyes still cast down. 

My sitting position had caused the skirt (such as it 
were) to ride up my hips in the back, leaving fully 
exposed my ass to the world or whoever was sitting or 
standing behind us. After several minutes two large men 
approached our table and began talking with my 
Mistress. I could only hear snippets of the 
conversation but I got the gist of it. 

I was told to stand by one of the men and I quickly 
looked at my Mistress and she barely nodded yes looking 
almost bored with me or whatever. I stood thankful to 
be up and getting circulation going again. I went to 
pull down my skirt but quickly instead clasped my hands 
behind my back. The man in front of me looked at my 
Mistress and commented SHE has been well trained. 

My Mistress said nothing, as if this didn't concern 
her, she knew she had trained me well. The other man 
then came and stood my me and just reached up and 
tugged my top down fully exposing my tits to everyone 
and then he reached up and caressed my tits and spoke 
SUCH nice tits, "I'm going to enjoy playing with them 
later." He said.

His hand then went down between my legs and cupped my 
cunt (or Mistress's cunt since she owned me) and one of 
his fingers probed my slick wet hole and when he pulled 
his finger out, he smelt it and said Ah, smells almost 
like a virgin, and then he held his finger out near my 
mouth and said CLEAN my finger. 

I immediately began to suck my juices off his finger 
and cleaned it better than it was before. Both men 
stepped back and eyed my body for a second and then one 
of them rearranged my clothes till I was sort of 
presentable again and then one said KNEEL and I resumed 
my spot near my Mistress.

The conversation with my Mistress then resumed and 
after a few minutes I sort of seen out of the corner of 
my eye, one of the men removed a gold gilded checkbook 
holder and began to write in it and then I heard the 
rip of a page and saw the check being handed to my 
Mistress. She acted bored as she put it away in her 
pocket and then she turned to me and lifted my head by 
my chin and stared deep into my eyes. 

Then she spoke.

"Yesterday I granted you a fantasy to live out and I 
must say you exceeded my expectations. However you did 
something to me that cannot ever happen again by anyone 
and so I must punish you. Yesterday you and your 
fantasy left a mark physically on me, (here she opened 
her coat to reveal a reddish mark near her breast, from 
the whipping I suppose) and several more on my thighs. 

"I have marked you in the past cause I own you and I 
can do anything to you I want. You on the other hand 
crossed a line I had not told you about (marking my 
Mistress) and now you must pay for your crimes against 
me. 

"I have just sold you to these two men for a week and 
they have assured me that you will never mark another 
human being again when they are done with you. For 
this, I have received from them the amount of two 
dollars and seventy five cents, the cost of a pack of 
cigarettes, because right now, that is all you are 
worth to me. 

"In one weeks time I will buy you back for the same 
amount. I have no idea what is going to happen to you 
nor do I care at this moment. I have no idea where you 
will be taken nor do I care. However I do care about 
you for some reason so I have instructed them to return 
you to me at least alive."

I was trembling as she spoke and because she still had 
my chin in her hands she saw my fear and even the 
wetness welling up in my eyes as I listened to her 
speak. I spoke no words but I had volumes running 
through my mind of things I wanted to say to her. This 
was a new step in our relationship and I didn't know 
how to respond to her words, so I didn't. 

I sat numbly realizing I had just been sold for who 
knows what to happen to me.    She leaned down and 
kissed me on the lips and with a nod to the men, she 
handed them my leash and they tugged on it and I stood 
up and I followed them out of the club. Near the door I 
snuck a quick look behind me but she was already gone, 
her chair empty. 

My heart was in my throat and it was pounding loudly in 
my ears. I followed the two men out of the club and 
another driver opened the door of another car and I got 
in and looked one more time at the door of the club and 
there she stood and just for a minute I thought I saw 
in her eye's regret or sadness, which I couldn't be 
sure. 

The car sped away and she disappeared from view and I 
sat on the floor of the car wondering my fate for the 
next week...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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