These will be short stories about an ongoing online affair. A strong Ds relationship which will include some BDSM discipline, and lesbian Sex, exclusively, mostly to titillate both Amanda and me. If you too are aroused, then my job as a writer is complete.

A Battle of Wills.

She stood in front of her sub, her hands on her hips. Wearing her black leather pants, a crisp white shirt, 4″ heels and holding a 5′ cane, tapping it against her leg. Bobbi knew of no other way than to break her spirit.

Amanda looked straight into her Mistresses eyes, not realising where her head should be, she found it hard to understand her role.

The cane tapped her leg, and she glared at her Mistress. “Why are you doing this to me,” she begged to know. Her Mistress stood right in front of her, the tapping getting firmer.

Amanda’s defiance grew with each stoke, a battle of wills.

Bobbi’s jaw tightened but she knew that using her cane when she was angry was a sin and that even she wouldn’t dare test herself in such a way.

She raised the cane using the tip she placed it under Amanda’s chin. Then lifted her head with it. Amanda’s eyes were still glaring but Bobbi could see them starting to glaze with tears. She put the tip of the cane on her head and gently tapped it, and Amanda took the wordless instruction and lowered her head. She was beginning to understand that the battle she was fighting was going to be won or lost in the next few moments.

Would she stay or would she go? She took and deep breath but her feet were stuck, she couldn’t move, she didn’t want to move. Her Mistress had so much control and she craved it all.

She lowered her head until her chin was resting on her chest. A tear fell to the floor while another ran down her cheek.

Bobbi removed the cane and then spoke to her stubborn sub. “Raise your arms in the air,” she instructed the sub.

Amanda did as she was told and Bobbi moved forward and grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt. She lifted it off over Amanda’s head, discarding it to the corner of the room. She stood there, quietly. Watching the sub in her plain white bra, her denim jeans and a pair of short heels, 2″ high no more. Her arms were still raised.

“You can be a Good Girl sub when you try,” she was told.

Bobbi moved closer and started to take in her perfume, not one she recognised. She was close to her and her own large bosoms raked across the nipples hidden in the bra and they stirred as Bobbi looked down at them as she dropped her hand to the crutch of Amanda’s jeans and cupped her mound, firmly.

She then undid her button on the jeans and lowered her zipper, yanking down the jeans past her hips and then down to her knees. She looked at the white thong, now showing the first signs of a stain. Bobbi stepped back.

And told the sub in a direct tone. “Lose the jeans and heels sub,”

Without hesitation, Amanda quickly stepped out of her jeans after kicking off her heels. Her hands were put back up above her head. Bobbi could see the strain it was taking keeping them up there.

She smiled at her sub, then leaned in a kissed her. Warmly, with passion, with intent and desire. She was certain in her own mind that Amanda had little idea of just how much her Mistress was being aroused by watching her sub become even more submissive, she felt a warmth in her loins and an unmistakable moist feeling in her own panties, she was also certain that her aroma was also being picked up by her sub.

She stepped back and tapped the inside of Amanda’s ankles, getting her to spread her legs even further. When she was satisfied with the distance her legs were aside, she let her cane run up the inside of Amanda’s leg, tapping her core as she reached the top. The sub closed her eyes and bite her bottom lip. Her arms now becoming so heavy, the tears were welling in her eyes, and the pain in her arms began to show as she tried desperately to keep them straight above her head.

Bobbi smiled, knowing such pain. Not a cruel smile, but a smile of a small victory.

She kept tapping at her core, each stroke a little firmer. Her eyes, as Bobbi watched, were closed tightly now, and her lips were quivering. She was trying desperately not to give in to her Mistress but knowing that she so wanted to.

Bobbi let the cane run down the other side of her leg, as she stepped forward again slipping her hand into her subs thong, feeling her juices, welling on her lips, Bobbi rubbed the crease and captured her pearl in her fingers and teased it. She whispered to her, “Lower your arms my sweet, and remember not all discipline has to be driven by a cane or a crop.”

Amanda held back her tears both wanting to cry out for mercy and scream at her Mistress. But said nothing, her chin still on her chest.

Bobbi reached behind her and unclipped her bra. She helped it off her shoulders and it fell to the floor.

Bobbi then put the cane under her arm as she pinched and twisted each nipple. Amanda took a deep breath and opened her mouth to say something, then stopped and arched her back. She loved how her Mistress made her bosoms feel, being tormented and toyed with. Pleasure and pain.

Bobbi then grabbed the white cotton thong and yanked it up tightly into her womanly folds, Amanda rose onto her tippy-toes and Bobbi sucked on a nipple, a moan escaped the sub’s lips. As Bobbi released her thong, took out a penknife from her pocket and opened the blade, it was sharp, as she cut through the material on either side of her sub. The look of astonishment on her face, was priceless wondered Bobbi.

The material fell to the floor, the stained gusset was clearly visible.

Bobbi put a finger under her chin, and lead her away to the couch, Bobbi grabbed her wrists and bent her over the arm of the couch, her backside, so cute, so soft, so bare and inviting.

Bobbi told her “Remember your safe word Amanda.”

And at that point, the cane whizzed through the air and made contact, with that soft, smooth, cute backside. Amanda jumped forward, then returned to her position and said “One, thank you, Mistress,”

Bobbi didn’t wait for the sub to finish saying what she said, as she pushed a finger into a very moist and open kitty. The sub moaned and sighed.

The shrill of the cane raced through the air once again as it found the sub’s other cheek. “Two, thank you, Mistress,” Once again a finger entered her core, this time Bobbi worked it in a little further before allowing a second finger to join it, and she curled them upwards seeking a soft spot inside of her sub. A loud moan escaped her mouth as she felt the intrusion and loved how it felt.

The Mistress quickly withdrew her fingers, wiping the juices over the red marks now starting to show. Once again the sub moaned and Bobbi saw her become rigid expecting the cane to land again. So she hesitated and kissed each red mark. She saw Amanda relax, maybe she wondered 2 was enough.

Bobbi stepped back further and now with renewed vigour landed a third, this time not on her cheeks but on her upper thigh, the Mistress knew how difficult it will be for her sub to sit down. “Three, thank you, Mistress,” Amanda said with tears starting to come from her eyes.

This time Bobbi sent her thumb to her rear entrance and poked at her pink star. Amanda opened her legs further and bent a little lower, offering her rosebud up to her Mistress. Her Mistress took benefit of the invitation and plunged her thumb deep into her sub. She moaned once again, lifting her head as if she were a wolf baying at the moon, or calling for a mate.

Bobbi smiled. And pushed her thumb in further still, “Aaarrrggggghhhhhh, Mistress,”

With still no safe word used, Bobbi used her hand this time, slapping her on the side of her rump, all the while her thumb was impaled in her. The slap made a loud sound but it lacked the heat of the cane, this she knew from the other sub’s candid reply when asked. “Four, thank you, Mistress,”

Bobbi wanted to make a further statement to her stubborn sub, taking her thumb for her anus, she stepped back further and with an almighty leap, she brought the cane down firmly across both cheeks, the whizzing sound it made in the air, sounded like a night owl screeching and the contact was clean and strong, a red mark appearing instantly, the force knocking Amanda forward. Her tits were buried into the arm of the couch. She stayed there for a few moments, crying but not saying a word until she caught her breath, then weakly said, “Five, thank you, Mistress,” At which point Bobbi entered her kitty with two fingers and let her thumb tease and toy her pearl, which was now a size of a small pebble. Within moments she came, with a sudden rush. Bobbi held her, as she shook and her juices started to run down her legs. So Bobbi started to rub it into the red marks on her backside. They wouldn’t ease the pain, but it made her Mistress feel good. After all, isn’t that what the role of a sub is?