Erotic fiction inspired by Mia Luna in “WILD”
I work hard, therefore it is only right that I should play hard too. And I do. I play very hard. But when you play as hard as I do, it is good to have a mate who can keep up with you. Mia does, which is good, but when she doesn’t, I have to punish her. I cannot have a mate who doesn’t do what I tell her to…
I have had Mia for three years now, she came to me. She was interested in being a kept woman, she told me. She wanted to be kept by me. She is a beautiful woman, and that is important, but beyond that, she had to be willing to do everything I told her to.
She had come to me through a mutual friend, someone who I could rely on to make sure Mia knew what she was getting into. If she had come to me alone, I would have been wary. I have met women before who say they want to be mine but they cannot cope with everything I expect of them. Most often, it is the punishment and the sexual depravity they can’t deal with.
I tried Mia out, letting her stay in my home for a week at first. I gave her strict instructions, written down and extremely detailed, about how she was to conduct herself. How she could please me. Typically, I expect to have my breakfast served at 7am. She must wake me at 6.30am, with the shower already running, and then make coffee. I expect her to return and wash my back, then wait with my towel for me to exit the shower before returning to the kitchen to ready my food.
She performed these duties well. She must then kiss me goodbye at my door – I am a respected member of my local community and I expect my woman to work hard at maintaining my respectable front within my local community at all times – fully dressed, with her make up and hair done.
When I am away, she is to stay in the house at all times except for when I tell her otherwise. My home must be impeccably clean, and it is her duty to ensure this is so. When I return from work, I expect her to open the door for me without my needing to ring the bell. She should have a glass of whiskey ready for me, on the rocks, and then my food should be on the table no later than 15 minutes after I arrive home; I am not an unreasonable man…
Mia did well during her first week, but on Friday I set a trap, knowing she would not be prepared, because it was time to discover if she could really be my kept woman.
I returned home from work an hour early. When I reached the door, it did not open for me. I had to use my key. Entering, I found Mia on the couch, flicking through my magazines. She jumped up, alarmed that I had arrived home early. It was her first real lesson. She should always be watching for me. Always.
“You have failed in your duties,” I said, taking off my jacket and pouring myself a drink. “Twice,” I added, dropping the ice into my glass.
“I am sorry,” she said, standing in front of me, her head bowed, hands together.
“Come with me,” I said.
There is a room I keep locked for such occasions. We stepped inside and I locked the door behind us.
“Take off your clothes,” I said, rolling up my sleeves.
Mia looked around the room. There was a cage in the corner, some stocks, chains, handcuffs, instruments of restraint. A dungeon if you will.
I watched her a while, looking for any sign that she would fail here too. But she did not show any. A little fear, yes, but she tried her best to mask it. She undressed slowly, unsure of what to do with herself. She had been under my orders for five days, so this new turn of events would have been disorientating.
I walked over to the cage and opened it, motioning for her to enter. She looked at me, startled.
“Get in,” I ordered and she stepped inside. I shut the cage and left her inside while I prepared myself. I undressed, and moved my stocks to where I wanted them. Then I opened the cage and led Mia out.
She obeyed me instantly. I took her hands and locked them in place, then strapped her head in. Now we would test her. She was locked in a position where I could use her mouth and her ass as I saw fit, with no discomfort. For me, at any rate.
I stood in front of her, my penis close to her face, and let it brush against her cheeks. She did not flinch, but raised her chin as if to take in me into her mouth.
“Did I tell you to do that?” I asked.
“No,” she replied, her head down.
“Then do not.”
I stepped around her to inspect her ass. It was pale, soft, untouched. I reached down and stroked her, then slapped her hard, quickly, to leave a print of my hand on her cheek. She gasped but no more. I pulled her open, my finger finding her anus. Here I would test her. If she did not complain then I would know that she was truly willing to be my kept woman. I pushed my finger inside her anus, dry. She clenched from surprise and I spanked her hard with my other hand, an involuntary reaction on my behalf when I am disobeyed. Mia relaxed as much as she could and I pushed my finger inside her ass until it was fully inside her. I grabbed her ass cheek with the rest of my hand and squeezed her hard.
“You have failed me. When you fail me, you will be punished. But today you will be learning what it means to be punished. Sometimes I will punish you because I want to. Sometime I will punish you even when I do not want to because you have failed me. Sometimes I will not punish you because you will soon learn to love your punishments and you will fail me intentionally just so that you can be brought in here and punished.”
She said nothing.
“When I speak to you in here, you will answer me. You will call me Master. You are Slave. Understand?”
“Yes, Master,” she said. She was breathing hard. This was a good sign. It was clear that Mia was a willing participant. She wanted to be punished. She wanted to be treated like this. Good. It had been a long week, and I had not had a slave for a while. We would not be long in here.
I removed my finger from her asshole and walked back around to face her.
“Open your mouth,” I said and she did as she was told. I slapped her. “You have failed me,” I said. She had already forgotten. “Open your mouth,” I said again.
“Yes, Master,” she replied. Better.
I gave her my finger, pushed it over her tongue. “Suck my finger,” I ordered.
“Yes, Master,” she tried to say, then closed her lips and sucked on my finger. I grew hard.
Taking out my finger, I replaced it with my cock.
“Suck my cock, Slave. But do not make me cum.”
Again, she tried to speak, but her mouth was full. I slapped her face.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” I said.
She was good at sucking cock. I remember thinking that later I would have her tell me where she learned to suck cock like that. But now it was time for more punishment and discomfort. I pulled out and freed her from the stocks. I took her by the hand and helped her to her feet, moving her into the middle of the room.
“Raise your hands,” I said.
I chained her hands to the ceiling and had her standing there completely at my mercy.
“This will hurt, you can cry out if you like.”
I took some clamps and applied them to her nipples, screw clamps. As she was new, I did not tighten them all the way, just enough to make her feel some mild pain.
Then I took out some more and applied them to her pussy, clamping her lips open for me. She was wet. Good, she was willing. I walked around her, my dick was very hard. I spanked her, admiring her beauty. She looked excellent hanging there in chains, her nipples and pussy lips clamped. Her face was a picture of pain and pleasure. She was whimpering.
I was ready. I masturbated in front of her, cumming on her open pussy, my seed dripping from her pussy lips to her feet. I wiped my cock on her when I was done and dressed, leaving her suspended.
“You will wait here. Your punishment is over when I have eaten.”
“I expect you have not prepared my meal for me?”
“You will be here for some time, then.”
That was her first time. I was pleased with her. I am still pleased with her.
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