Chapter 32 - new cracks part 1

I pulled myself easily from my chair, keeping my limbs graceful. I moved like a dancer, light but strong. In the same way that a performer controlled the stage, I controlled this room. I always ensured my every movement exhibited this, that an action as simple as lifting a finger brought the eye to me, was impossible to look away from, reminded my pets that I was in control of every little thing.

Once I stood, I began stepping toward her slowly, dragging my whip behind me on the floor lazily. I froze my face in a superior, aloof look. I had mastered the art of choosing my emotions, especially at this early stage. Now was the time for me to observe and learn. That required patience and calm.

"Jess, seriously, what's going on?" Heather begged, pulling her body toward me, the chains above her rattling.

Jess had been much easier. Her nature lead her to be immediately docile and afraid. She never wanted to rock the boat, just wanted to live her quiet life. Any fight in her was quickly squashed... until the end.

But then, I had won, hadn't I?

Heather... Heather was quite different. I felt her energy, felt the flame of power within her.

No wonder docile Jess had clung to her.

I finally reached Heather, noting that her face had fallen from hopeful to slightly annoyed. She looked up at me without fear regardless of the fact that she was completely at my mercy.

What a delight she would be to break.

I began strolling around her, taking in her body, my whip tracing my steps around her legs. She was very slim; clearly I had a metabolism to ruin. Her legs were muscular. I reached into Jess' mind and saw that she was a runner; that would have to stop. She had barely an ounce of fat on her; what a delight it would be to watch that change so quickly.

"Jess. This isn't funny. Unchain me, please, and tell me what the h*ll this is," she hissed in a low voice, attempting to obtain answers with a commanding tone.

Well that wouldn't do.

I pulled my crop from my boot and flicked it at her tight ass making her buck and cry out in surprise and pain.

"You are not to take that tone with me, do you understand?"

"What the f*ck, Jess?! It's ME, for f*ck's sake. What are you doing?"

Snap.

My crop met her skin again and she cried anew.

"I said you are not to take that tone."

"Maybe I wouldn't take 'that tone' if you wouldn't-" her sentence was cut short by another cry as my crop found her again.

I came around to her side so she could only just see me I dragged my whip out before myself with an easy, graceful movement of my arm - the power was in the ease of the weapon. "I have another tool I could use, you know, if you aren't feeling compliant."

There was a pause. She looked at the whip as I toyed with it, then her sharp eyes found their way to mine. She looking into them as if searching for something.

I made sure she found nothing.

"Sure, Jess. Fine. I'll play your game for now," she acquiesced through gritted teeth. But I wasn't new to this sort of trick, I knew that wasn't complete compliance. She was still holding strong, still claiming agency.

Oh, was she fun.

And so my crop met her behind again. This time she bit her tongue, the cry not escaping her, though I heard a sharp intake of breath.

"That should be 'Yes, MA'AM,'" I corrected coldly.

She gazed up angrily, finding my eyes again. But this time she wasn't searching for something in me. No, she was thinking, calculating, deciding carefully what she would do next.

Through a locked jaw, she hissed, "Yes..... Ma'am..."

It wasn't at all convincing. But these things take time. I was winning, even if only by centimeters. She would fall.

"Thank you," I said, giving her a small smile. One that I had seen on Jess' face when I praised her. It was too innocent and vulnerable for my taste, but it had the desired effect; I saw Heather's face melt a fraction, her shoulders dip, her muscles relax just a touch. Her eyes grew soft and it was clear she had forgiven me, even if she hadn't admitted it to herself yet.

The fool loved Jess.

How quant.

How easy to manipulate.

"Well, Dear," I said, dropping the smile into a hard look and stepping forward so I faced away from her. "I'll let you know how things work here. When you displease me, you will be punished." As I said this, I slipped my crop back in my boot pointedly. "And when you please me, you will be rewarded. Do you understand?"

"Honestly, no-" Heather started. I spun my head quickly toward her, giving her a hard glare and she froze, her mouth around her next word. I watched as her jaw slowly closed and her mind worked.

"I mean, 'Yes, Ma'am,'" she hissed, wanting me to know she wasn't amused at this game. But still she played it.

"Good." I smirked and turned to her, reaching into the small pocked of my tight top where a few squares of fudge waited. "That pleases me greatly."

She opened her mouth, clearly planning to say something smart. But I quickly popped my bit of fudge in her open lips, then brought my hand quickly to her chin to pop that smart mouth closed.

Her eyes widened in surprise at my movement, her head jerking back. But then she hesitated, chewed, and let out a content sigh. She chewed quickly, blinking slowly and swallowing, licking her lips slightly when she had finished, taking a moment to compose herself, then glaring back at me. I could tell she was trying not to give me an inch.

But she had loved it, her actions said it all.

Of course she had.

I was good at what I did.

"Now that you understand the rules," I said to her. "Let's see if you'll play along properly.

"Are we comfortable?"

A pause. I let my body freeze, except my fingers which tightened on my whip.

"... Yes, Ma'am."

"Good. And do we like our outfit?"

A scoff.

I twitched the whip just so.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good," I reached into the small pocket and pulled out one more fudge. Leaning down, I held it to her closed lips gracefully placed between my fingertips.

Another pause.

Our eyes were locked. She glared up at me, clearly irritated by the dance I was taking us through.

Then her mouth opened.

I popped the fudge in and her jaw snapped shut. She closed her eyes, the muscles on her face relaxed, she chewed quickly again.

I brought my crop out quickly once more and placed it against her underwear, over her clit.

Her hips swung back quickly as her eyes slammed open. But I advanced forward smoothly, my crop finding her once more. She looked up at me with intense eyes, trying to figure out what I was after. I gave her an easy smirk, letting her know I was in control.

Slowly, she again chewed on her treat.

I moved the crop in a circle in time with her chews.

She glared up at me but I saw her twitch just so, letting me know I had been successful in sending pleasure through her.

Again she chewed, and again my crop moved.

She took in a sharp breath through her nose, fighting to keep control.

Finally she closed her eyes and began chewing quickly once more, clearly giving up on the slow and steady path. I met her movements with a practiced hand and I saw her eyes twitch and body jerk as the sensations overtook her.

She swallowed and I gave her clit a playful flick, making her let out a light gasp.

Then her eyes snapped open and found me.

"What the F*CK, Jess?" she yelled.

I quickly stepped around her and my crop met her backside. She growled, but that didn't stop her from continuing.

"No, Jess! This isn't funny! What in the h*ll do you think you're-" she was cut off by a yell as my crop met her again.

"You expect me to just sit here tied up like some victim while you hit me and touch me and just take it? You expect-" she yelled out loudly in both frustration and pain as I hit her again.

"Do it again! Might as well! I'm not done -" she screamed as I acquiesced.

I could have threatened her with the whip again. I could have put her in her place. But part of the dance was to know that some pets need an outlet before they can fall in line. They need to act out, let the energy flow from them, and once it's gone they'll calm and be putty in your hands.

They need to know that if they act out, you will never leave them. That you will always be there to correct.

Some pets simply need that kind of support.

"I can't f*cking believe you LEFT me just to-" this one ended in a sharp cry and she fell forward. With that, I knew she was done. Only for now, but still done.

She hung herself from her arms up in their cuffs, her midsection curled and head limp. She was breathing deep and heavy, the only movement was her chest expanding and collapsing.

The anger was gone. She was now dealing with whatever was left.

I gave her a moment to do so. Then I leaned down, placing my lips next to her ear, and said quietly but sternly, "I expect you to be compliant. I expect you to be obedient. I expect you to enjoy what I am kind enough to give to you. You can fight all you like, but I will always win. The choice is yours; obey and be rewarded, or fight and face punishment. There are no other options."

I turned and left her, walking towards one of my chests. My heels echoed through the room as I moved. When I got to the chest, the sound of sliding wood filed the air as I opened a drawer. I reached in and grabbed a fresh mask, one just for my newest little pet. I grinned as I held it up.

Oh, what I would do to her once it was in place.