Chapter 2

“Drop your clothing in the corner,” she said. “Not by my plant. Then stand at attention with your arms folded behind your back.

“Yes, ma’am.” I knew exactly what to do. All the girls had practiced this during our training. I put one arm behind my back and then the other, bending my elbows at ninety degrees and clasping them with the opposite hand, just like I had been taught. My right leg started to shake and I willed it to stop.

“Very good, Zaheera.” Karin paced a slow circle around me. “The domme inspecting you tomorrow is very regimented, as I mentioned. She will no doubt want to test you knowledge when it comes to your positions. Shall we run through some now?”

Miss Karin walked over to her desk to deposit the strap and carry-out dessert she still held. She opened the lid on the dessert container, exposing a wide slice of cheesecake. She then smoothed out the leather strap right next to the to-go box. “Don’t forget your reward for a job well done.”

“Yes, ma’am.” At that moment, I really wasn’t sure if Miss Karin meant her feeding me the cheesecake or her wielding the strap on my tender bottom. So, I really don’t know which thought it was that caused a tiny rivulet of wetness to make its way down my inner thigh.

“Present yourself for inspection, Zaheera.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I brought my hands up behind my head and laced my fingers together. At the same time I spread my feet to match the width of my shoulders. I arched my back and pushed my chest out while I kept my chin up and eyes down. My nipples were so hard they ached.

In this position, I could see Karin circling me, but with my eyes lowered, only from the waist down. Which, for me, was not a bad thing. I still had a view of those lovely stockings. Miss Karin dragged the leather strap across the tops of my shoulders as I shivered.

With her free hand, she caressed my tummy, cupped my breasts one at a time, and even pinched my nipples while I squirmed. All the while the strap never left my skin as she swished it slowly back and forth.

“Do you like to masturbate, Zaheera?”

“You already—”

Karin stopped dragging the strap and lifted it from my shoulders.

“Um. Yes. Yes, ma’am.”

“Good girl.” She had folded the leather in her hand and was brushing the looped end against my cheek. “Show me. Right hand.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I loosened my fingers and brought the index finger of my right hand down to part my folds. The heat surprised me. I knew I was wanton after all of Miss Karin’s teasing at lunch, but I hadn’t suspected just how much until now. My finger slipped in with ease. At the same time, I painted my juices over my clit with my thumb.

I began pressing in and out, rubbing slowly so as not to set anything off. If my potential domme was as regimented as Karin said, I’m sure she would not want to see her girl coming without permission. I couldn’t believe how quickly things ramped up. In spite of myself, I began to quiver.

Miss Karin stopped any thought of climax with her hand on my forearm. She dragged my dripping finger up until it was eye level between us. “Would you say you’re a good tasting girl, Zaheera?”

“Um, uh… yes, ma’am.”

“You don’t sound too sure. Maybe you should show me.” She licked her lips.

“Yes, ma’am.” I started to move my hand toward Miss Karin’s waiting mouth. She pushed in the opposite direction.

“You first,” she said.

“Yes, ma’am.” I wrapped my lips around my own finger and pressed in until it tickled the back of my tongue. I slurped at my tangy juices as I pulled my finger back out with a small pop.

“My turn,” said Miss Karin, as she leaned in to circle my lips with her tongue. She then invaded my mouth, searching every corner while I moaned and tried to stay upright.

Miss Karin grinned and then closed the remaining distance between us with a warm embrace. “Oh, Zaheera,” she said, as she brought my head to her shoulder, “you are simply splendid. I’m having strong feelings about taking you home right now.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” I didn’t know if she was serious or just being nice, giving me a back up option in case things didn’t work out tomorrow. But, I did allow myself a small fantasy of rolling those stockings down her legs before helping her into the bath.

“How about you call me Karin from here on out? Miss Karin if you’d like to keep it formal.” She gave me one last squeeze and held me at arms length. I watched her looking me up and down. I sincerely hoped she might be sizing me up to see how I’d look kneeling beside her tub with a washcloth.

“Yes, Miss Karin.” I tried my best to keep my expression neutral, but inside I was bursting.

“Now, shall we run you through the rest of your positions or do you want to get straight to the tingly bottom and the cheesecake?”

“One can never have enough practice, Miss Karin.”

“Oh, that’s the spirit, Zaheera.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent with Miss Karin calling out a position and then looking me up and down as she critiqued my performance. Most of the time it involved a gentle correction, either with her warm hands or a quick kiss of the strap. Sometimes her hands would just wander for no apparent reason.

“Stick those tits out, Zaheera,” she would say, or, “Show me that gorgeous ass, Zaheera.” But my favorite by far was when she took me by the wrist and guided my hand up under her skirt. “Do you feel what your body does to me, Zaheera?”

I don’t think I’ll ever wash that hand again.

My last position for the day involved me in front of Miss Karin’s desk, leaning forward with my elbows touching the polished wood surface and my hair hanging in my face. I knew exactly what was coming next—a tingly, pink bottom.

“I want to see an arch in that lovely back, Zaheera.”

“Yes, Miss Karin.” I stuck my ass up as much as I could.

“Ready, beautiful girl?”

“Yes, Miss Karin.” And particularly when you call me that. I almost wished that my potential domme would cancel at the last minute and Karin would be forced to make good on her offer to take me home. I could be happy there.

The leather strap came down on my left buttock along with a sharp sting. A spreading warmth soon followed. I sucked a deep breath and let it out as a long, throaty moan. Yes, very happy.

“That’s good. Always remember to count for your mistress, unless she specifically tells you to bear it in silence.”

“Mmm. Two, Miss Karin.”

I heard her chuckle as the warmth spread on the other side.

“If you keep moaning like that, I might think you actually enjoy having a pink bottom.”

“Mmm, yes, Miss Karin.”

Crack! Crack! One on each side.

“Ohhh. Three, I mean, four, Miss Karin.”

“Zaheera, is this making your pussy wet?”

“Wetter, Miss Karin.”

No sooner had I uttered the words than I felt her finger pressing inside me and bumping up against the place I love to have touched. I think Miss Karin sensed my enjoyment, because she lingered there for a time while I squirmed, trying my best not to land face first on her desk.

“Yesh, Miss Karin?” My voice was slurring, even I could hear it.

“Remember when I said I’d lube first before I took your ass?”

“Mmm,” My pussy felt empty now, and that same warm finger was now poised to enter my backdoor. Instinctively, my ass clenched.

“I think you’ve provided us with more than enough lubrication, don’t you?” She pressed as she said this.

“Mmm.” I bit my lip as she opened me. “Yes, Miss Karin.”

She slid in slowly, but without stopping. My body wanted to push her finger out, it felt tingly and wrong down there. But at the same time, I thrust my hips back and willed myself to give her finger a gentle hug instead of clamping down to expel her.

“Ooh, I like that,” Miss Karin cooed. “Do you think I could make you come right now?”

“Mmm,” I moaned. She was doing something magical with her finger. She was pressing and caressing. And when she began to piston in and out, the sensations made me question if I could remain propped on my elbows.

“Mmm,” I said. “Mmm.”

“Is that a yes?” she chuckled.

“I think so, Miss Karin.”

“Let’s give you a little extra incentive.”

I don’t know how she did it, she must have had the strap in her other hand, because her finger stayed buried deep as she began laying down stripes on either side. Soon she was rubbing in rhythm with the cracks against my skin.

My eyelids fluttered. “Ohh,” I moaned. “Ohh. Miss Karin. Ohh.”

“May I… May I come, please?”

Crack! Crack! Karin added another pair of warm, tingly stripes.

“Mmm… yes, Miss Karin. May I?”

“Yes, my beautiful girl, you may.”

“Oh… Oh… Oh my gawd, Oh my…” I fell forward on Karin’s desk, my bare skin sticking to the wood surface, my hair getting sucked into my mouth as I panted. “Oh, gaaahhh!”

I shuddered and collapsed completely.

I felt Karin’s fingers in my hair, pulling it away from my face as I blinked.

“Any domme would be very pleased with you, Zaheera.”

“Yes, Miss Karin.” I sniffled a little as she helped me up from her desk and brought me around to sit on her lap. It was like I had imagined, with my warm, tingling backside resting on the cool silk of her stockings.

Then I thought about all of the juices I must be leaking on those nice, silk stockings. “Miss Karin—”

“Shh,” she said, and pulled my head to her shoulder once again.

I could get used to this.

“Let me know when you’re ready for cheesecake.” Miss Karin stroked my hair. “No hurry.”

“Yes, Miss Karin.” I nestled in and closed my eyes. Cheesecake, a tingly bottom, and Miss Karin’s embrace. If my new domme were even half this good.

It was precisely nine a.m. by the clock in the lobby when I was called in. ‘Regimented’ was the word that entered my head.

I had dressed casually, in black leggings and matching flats for my lower half. I liked the way the leggings hugged my ass and figured my potential domme might too, even though I didn’t expect to be wearing them for long.

On top, I elected for an untucked yellow blouse that I thought nicely accentuated the tone of my skin, along with a lacy black push-up bra that I hoped would give me some help in the chest department. I left the matching bottoms at home. I was, after all, realistic about what today’s inspection was all about.

I kept my eyes down as Miss Karin showed me into her office. To my surprise, there were two pair of legs in addition to Miss Karin’s—one in gray woolen trousers and the other in blue jeans. I began to wonder if the blue jean pair belonged to an alternate, just in case the first domme didn’t want me. My lip began to quiver and I bit down to control it.

“Zaheera?” I heard. It was Karin’s voice. “Zaheera, look at me, please.”

“Yes, Miss Karin.” I tried to focus on her, but my mind was a jumble. My legs began to feel weak. I bit my lip again, harder this time. I raised my eyes.

“Zaheera, this is Mistress Nguyen. Do you recognize the name?”

The woman with the woolen trousers. The name sounded familiar to me. Something I learned in my accelerated classes here. Oh my God, she’s the founder.

“Mistress Nguyen will be conducting the inspection today. Are you okay with that?”

“Good.” Mistress Nguyen stepped into my field of view. She wore an expensive-looking charcoal gray suit. It was single breasted and she wasn’t wearing anything under it that I could tell. Her chest was hard and muscled. Under her arm was tucked a black riding crop.

“Undress for me, Zaheera.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I started shimmying out of my clothes as the woman, who I can only describe as a commandant, circled me with that wicked looking crop tucked up under her arm.

I stood at attention, arms folded behind my back, tits out and ass out, just like Miss Karin had taught me. My nipples began to tighten.

“You look like a sporty girl, Zaheera. Would you say you’re sporty?”

“Um…” What kind of question is that? I was ready for ‘how many fingers does it take to fill you?’ and ‘do you consider yourself multi-orgasmic?’ but sporty? I was taken aback.

“It’s a simple question, really.” Mistress Nguyen had untucked the crop from her arm and was now swishing it in the air around her knees.

I looked at Karin. She tilted her head to Mistress Nguyen.

“Yes, ma’am.” I managed to croak.

“Good,” she said, and held the crop in front of me at chin level.

Automatically, I opened my mouth. She stuffed it between my teeth.

“Show me some squat thrusts, sporty girl,” she said. “Down. Out. In. Up. Again. Down. Out. In. Up.”

I got to listen to her discussing with Miss Karin how nicely I jiggled as I continued. Every so often she would add another ‘Down. Out. In. Up.’ for my benefit.

I’m not sure how many I did for her, when I finally disgorged that crop from my mouth and into her waiting hand. I stood on unsteady feet. I might have been swaying slightly. I was definitely sweating.

“Mistress?” Karin said.

Mistress Nguyen tucked the crop back under her arm and turned to Karin. “You can keep her.”

I watched Karin’s mouth for any kind of expression. She couldn’t get me off of the dole and into the home of a domme. Even a scary commandant, fitness obsessed domme like Mistress Nguyen. I sighed.

My failure hit me all at once. I stood in the middle of Karin’s office, a naked, shaking and sweaty mess. I held my face in my hands and I cried.

“Oh, sweetie,” Karin said, “come here. I’m sorry.”

“I… I don’t…” I sniffled. “Why doesn’t anybody want me, Miss Karin.”

“Oh, no, no, honey. You’re coming home with me, if you’ll have me.”

I wiped my nose on the back of my hand. I honestly didn’t care about decorum at this point.

Someone handed Miss Karin a tissue and she dried my eyes and wiped my nose.