Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 1)

Thursday, 3:00pm

At the moment I’m sitting at Mistress Tracy’s desk. I’m naked, save for my collar, which has been locked to the chair by a thick metal chain. I’ve got clothespins on both of my nipples and a large dildo in my cunt. Metal handcuffs bind my wrists together, with just enough freedom to type.

Pam is kneeling beside me. She’s watching me to make sure I keep writing. If I stop typing for more than ten seconds, she is instructed to go find her Mistress so I can be punished. I am certain that I will not allow this to happen.

She is also instructed to remove the clothespins from my nipples in forty-five minutes. She will then place them on my pussy lips. After forty-five more minutes, if I still have not completed this work, she will place one of the clothespins on my tongue. The other one will be clamped onto my clitoris.

As soon as I am finished with my assignment, I will alert Pam. She will run off to find our owners so I may be released.

The assignment? I’m to tell you, in detail, about my last two nights of serving Mistress Tracy.

Here goes:

On Tuesday morning, Nate announced his plan: “Sade,” he said as he shook me awake. “C’mon. You’re going to spend a couple of nights with Tracy.”

I shot up faster than normal and looked at him in disbelief. “What?”

“You heard me. Get up and shower. She’ll want you clean, I’m sure.”

Shocked and admittedly terrified, I took a quick shower before hurrying to Nate to confirm what he’d said. “You’re leaving me with her… for two nights?”

Nate was busy throwing some of my clothes into an overnight bag. “Yeah.”

“What did I do to you? What did I do wrong?” I couldn’t help myself—I felt panicky. I began to cry.

Nate looked at me and laughed. “She’s not so terrible, Sade.”

“I know. But you can’t leave me alone with her!”

“Pam will be there.”

“Pam does not count.” I sat on the bed beside the overnight bag and frowned.

“Pam counts. Stop being such a brat and get ready to go. Wear something sexy for her.”

I whined softly and was rewarded with a sharp slap to my face. Nate looked down at me with one of the sternest expressions I’ve ever seen him wear and I immediately fixed my attitude—at least outwardly—and got myself ready.

I wore a sleek black dress that fell just below my ass and paired it with my favorite black boots. Nate nodded his approval, threw the bag over his shoulder, and led me out to the car.

It was a long drive to Mistress Tracy’s place, and we mostly spent the time in silence. But finally, when we were just a few blocks away, I whispered, “Why are you doing this?”

Nate sighed and pulled the car to the side of the road. He turned off the engine and stared straight ahead for a moment before turning to face me. “Don’t you want to please me?”

“Of course.”

“And do you think, while I’m at this conference, I’ll enjoy day-dreaming about what Tracy is doing with you?”

Nate loves it when I’m with other women, so the answer to his question was obvious. “Yeah. You’ll like thinking about us,” I said. I felt my cheeks get warm with shame and silently cursed myself for being such a whiner. “I’m sorry.”

He touched my collar, then tickled me behind my ear, and then lightly massaged the crook of my neck that’s so often tense. “When you gave yourself to me, you said you trusted me. You still trust me, and I trust Tracy. She’ll take good care of you.”

“She’s just so…”

“Yes. She’s sadistic. You’ll love it. Besides,” Nate said, starting the engine again, “she’s been looking forward to this for weeks.”

“For weeks?!” I couldn’t help but glare at him for keeping their plan a secret from me and he just laughed.

We pulled into her driveway and I reluctantly got out of the car, though I tried my best to appear compliant and happy about the arrangement. Pam, Mistress Tracy’s slave, answered the door wearing her bathrobe and I gave her a hug and a kiss.

“I’m glad you’re here,” she whispered as she led us to the kitchen.

Yeah, I thought to myself, I’m a welcome distraction.

And there was Mistress Tracy. She was pouring herself a cup of coffee, her long brown hair still wet from her morning shower. Her red silk robe seemed to be the costume of the Devil, though she was missing the horns and the tail.

“Hello, Nate,” she said, greeting my Master while ignoring me. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, standing on her tip-toes to reach his face.

“Hey, Tracy. Listen, I can’t stay long. My plane leaves in a couple hours.”

“Of course. Thanks for dropping her off.” Mistress Tracy looked at me and flashed me an evil grin. “I’ll take good care of her.”

“I’m sure you will.” He set my bag down by the kitchen counter and I looked at him, shocked he was leaving so abruptly. He chuckled, pulled me to his chest, and kissed the top of my head. “I’ll see you Thursday afternoon, Sade.”

I felt like I might cry again and I bit my lip to force the tears away. But Nate can read me like a book. He held me at an arm’s length and gave me his killer smile of reassurance. “Be good, ‘K?”

I nodded.

It was like he was deserting me and it was all happening so fast. Then, he was gone and I heard the car start and knew he was pulling away. He was abandoning me, leaving me to the will and whims of the most sadistic woman I’ve ever known.

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9 responses to “Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 1)

  1. Wait hold up is this for real? I was in the middle of reading Under Order when…you completely caught me off guard with this blog.

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