My exhaustion continued the next morning. My sore body pissed me off to no end. I checked and sighed in the satisfaction that my experience didn't go up on the system interface. I was happy knowing if I wasn't the direct reason someone was dead, it didn't count.
I spent an hour punishing a little sissy boy. He cried out as I took my annoyance and soreness on him. I was still in a large amount of pain as I dished out a decent amount of pain. He continued to cry out. Not long after, I set him in front of a dildo, telling him to suck it. I could use Carl here since he was supposed to be trained for the Marchioness.
I left the room and laid down. Freya came in and started to work her fingers on my back. Muscles loosened up, and I moaned. I was angry at the moment. Cassandra was cleaning up the mess from last night, and I was in a fuck ton of pain. I was cornered, and Carl saved my life. I had discarded my weapons like an idiot. I needed to, though. The mage was the biggest threat there, and the man got past both my instinct and my senses. I was lucky he was using fists only. It was scary how close it had been.
I thought about the fight and realized how limited I was in my actions. I burst out all my energy at that one moment and almost died later because of it. The fact I couldn't go for kills was the biggest problem. I always went for fatal hits instead of injuring. The fact there was my intention not to level up almost got me killed.
By what I remember in that hell-like place. I will never reincarnate if I die here. I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. I love this life, though. I wanted it not to end so I could enjoy myself. Enjoy my toys. Make more toys. Gain power and fulfill my ambitions in this world. Pain spiked across my stomach, and I growled. My Zara came up to me. I petted her and gave her some attention.
Freya's fingers did magic on my back and relieved some of the pain. I sighed, leaning back into it. I realized that I had been ignoring Freya and Stacy these last days. I also wanted to tease my little kitty. These would heal my mind and frustrations. Stacy had been doing an amazing job on the business. It was racking in the gold. It was becoming a noblewomen's favorite spot. They never knew how much a Bra could assist in their lives. This reserved a good reward for her. Freya was balancing the business and household chores.
I needed to meet with Cassandra and find out the situation. I was even more Injured than Carl, though. I also needed to check up on Carl. His healing was paramount to the plans. Nothing in this city, though, had gone completely to plan. This wasn't very pleasant, but I will live with it. The new gang war we started also needed to be done. It would not start right away, most likely.
The Guards increased patrols even more than before. I decided that today I will not check it out. I would rather abandon everything then leave the house. If the Marchioness were a good girl, she would not come till tomorrow. I could drink another healing potion and would be mostly healed by then.
My plan of action was coming into place. I hadn't even noticed when Freya had placed food in front of me. I looked at it, surprised, then I looked at her with a satisfied expression. "Freya, go make sure that Sissy is following my orders to suck that cock. Then I might reward you today." I finished. After weeks of neglect, the happy smile, knowing attention was coming her way, split her face in a large smile.
She left the room, and I got dressed. I decided to see what Stacy was doing when the door was knocked on. I sighed and opened the door. Outside was a noblewoman. She was dressed in expensive cloth. She handed me a note with an expecting smile. I took it from her hand as she watched. With a face full of questions, I opened the note. Inside read as so.
"Hi, Mistress Sally,
This is Marchioness Ingrid. I have told a friend about our interaction the other night. When I was telling my friend, she stated she wants to try it. I couldn't help but brag how amazing you are. She wants something... Harder though. I pointed her your way in some of your... Training. Her husband is a very powerful influencer in the city, and she would not stop insisting. I realize this might inconvenience you, Mistress, but I think there is an opportunity here for you.
When talking to her, she brought up many issues with her marriage and looking for a sexy thrill. I am sorry, Mistress, for springing her on you.
Yours Truly,
Ingrid."
My eyelid was twitching. I sighed and looked up at the woman taking a closer look. She was about the same height as me. Her breasts were almost D-cup and looked like a bra was supporting them. I almost nodded to myself but continued to inspect her as she watched me back. She was wearing a gown all the way to her ankles. It looked awful, in my opinion, but I do not wear dresses, Ever.
It was a green outfit, though, that matched her eyes. Her skin was pale indicative of a noblewoman. She still had not spoken to me as I inspected her. I decided to stay silent as I watched her, and she started to fidget. I stood in the doorway for a while longer before stepping back into the house.
Freya stepped out, seeing a guest, and was about to say something when I put up a hand. "Clean the training room and vacate the resident. I have a guest. Let Kitty out of her cage and walk her down the street. Any problems you know what to do." Freya looked a little disappointed but nodded off to do her tasks.
I moved to our couches and sat down. The Noblewoman followed me in. She was about to sit down on the couches when I finally spoke to her. "Did I say you could sit?" I asked, stopping her in place. She looked outraged at my rudeness. She was about to speak up when I flashed the letter. She remembered why she was here with that.
"Your friend, Ingrid, says you are here for some fulfillment," I say, leaning back with pain shooting through my abdomen. I watched as she grew meek under my strong gaze. It was like I willed her to a passive place. She looked almost distraught over this. "You tell me, Why are you here?"
Her mouth opened, and her face reddened. She didn't seem to know what she wanted to say. She was not the type to try and lead. I knew this would happen as she started to stutter out incoherent sentences that I ignored. She looked like an elegant lady, but I could see the distressed building in front of me. I had her like a spell stuttering and feeling meek in front of a predator.
"Strip," I commanded her. Her eyes widened, and I just sat there watching her. "I told you to strip bitch!" I yelled at her. The command hit brain cells, and she started the long process was half done just as the door to the training room opened. She looked up, seeing Freya with the Mouse-kin sissy, who looked like a wreak from my training earlier. Freya brought him into the bedroom, and she turned to me with more distress.
"Bitch, Did I tell you to stop stripping?" I asked, and she went back to it. She seemed to learn this time as Freya came back out with Kitty on all fours. She was dressed in her fur bra and panties. They matched her perfectly, along with a black leash attached to her neck. She noticed the noblewoman, and she noticed her. Both turned red in embarrassment.
I needed to work on Kitty more. She needed more reinforcement from the training I have given her. I noted that to the back of my head as I loudly hit the coffee table with my foot. This gathered the attention to me. The Noblewoman looked with growing distress. "Bitch! I told you to strip. Not look around my house. Freya, go, you have my orders. Kitty, come here and say goodbye to Mistress!"
Kitty came over while the noblewoman, almost to tears loses the skirt. Kitty made it to me, and I ignore the woman stripping. I started to pet her hearing her much better purrs. I scratch under her chin and behind an ear. She licked my hand a bit before I told her to enjoy her walk with Freya.
This wasn't going to be the first time out of the house. Earlier this week, though, I gave Freya command authority over Kitty. This was going to be a test for her. She didn't know how strong or weak Freya was. This was going to be her best attempt to escape. I couldn't be here for it, but Freya was no pushover. I smirked as I watched them leave the house.
The noblewoman was now in her bra and some panties. I slowly turned my head back to her. I looked at the blue lace bra and panties. I inspected her again slowly before sighing. "You are stupid, aren't you?" I say in the silence.
"What? I am not stupid; I am a Noblewoman of peak birth and educated from a young age. The Insults you constantly bring towards me-!" I stood up and slapped her across the face. Not hard but enough for her to turn her attention towards me.
"Bitch, Listen!" I shout, annoyed as all hell, "This is the only time I will say this. Your friend Ingrid recommended you here. Is that correct? Nod your stupid head if I am right!" She looked pissed but slowly nodded, "Good, you understand facts. I told you a command Bitch. I told you to strip. You are still wearing a bra and panties. This is not what I ordered. Now I will take this time and clarify something. You are nothing here. You wanted this. You have two choices right now, and it will be the last time I offer it." I looked straight into her eyes, showing how serious I was, "The first option, You pick up your clothes and leave. You will become a Noblewoman with status and dignity. You will have the same boring life that you always have had."
I paused, letting that sink in as she glowered at me before I started up again. "You have the second option. You can take those panties and bra off. Then you will be my bitch, and your life will change in my proximity. I will then be your Mistress. You will only then address me as such. You will respect me more than you respect yourself, your family, or your husband. Now you stupid Bitch. Choose."
I sat down back on the couch. The woman in her underwear stood shocked. I let her think it over. Once, Twice, Three times, she almost picked up her clothes only to drop them. Her indecisiveness continued. A short time later, her bra hit the floor, followed by her panties. I watched it all and didn't speak. Her choice made me smile.
I looked at her milk-white skin. She looked healthy but not fit. She had slight curves of not working out. I didn't care though a little fat was fun as well. I didn't speak for a few minutes as she looked to be about to cry. "Turn around," I ordered. She was startled with the silence being filled with a command. She turned around quickly, and I looked at her Milky-white back. Her ass was perfect for spanking. I nodded to myself in satisfaction.
"Bitch, Come here and tell me who you are," I commanded, filling the silence in the house. She turned around and came over to me. "Spread your legs in front of me, and display your pussy to me as you tell me." The surprise as I compounded the order. She paused for a second and stood in front of me. The blush on her face deepened in embarrassment, and I looked at her pussy. Contrary to her embarrassment, her pussy was dripping fluids. It showed her want for what was happening. I schooled my smirk back as I looked up. "Introduce yourself, Bitch," I commanded.
Her look of uncertainty was quickly followed up with her starting, "I am Duchess-," I stop her.
"There no fucking Duchess in front of me. Now I will give you one more chance bitch. Introduce yourself while presenting the little white pussy," She was on edge. She looked at me, questioning.
"I am Nickey. I am presenting myself to Mistress." She stammered out. I looked at her top to bottom. I nodded slowly.
"Better Bitch. Here you are, Nickey. My Slut. My bitch. If I want a footrest, you get on your hands and knees and become it. Understand?" I told her. She nodded slowly, and I stood up. I approached her quickly, taking her face in my hand. I asked again, "Understand, Bitch?"
"Yes. Mistress," She said. She cowered a bit, and I nodded.
"Better, Now I was not expecting a new toy. I am not sad about it, though. Make no mistake, Slut. You are a toy for me. This is what your friend is, and this is what you will be. That little wet pussy tells me what you are, Bitch." I reached down and pinched her clit. I heard her yelp in surprise. I felt the pussy juices on my hand, though. I brought the hand with pussy juices into her vision. "Now, Bitch tell me what this is?" I ask.
Her face was beet red, "My pussy juices, Mistress," She answered, and I smiled.
"Good, maybe your not as stupid as I thought." I used a hand to force her mouth open. It did not take much, and I stuffed my fingers in her mouth. "Clean my finger's, Bitch. They are dirty from you. It's the least you can do."
She looked offended, but her tongue went to work. I played with her tongue for a bit before pulling them out. "Acceptable Bitch." Her hands dropped from her pussy at some point, and when I stepped back, I noticed. "Bitch... I told you to present your pussy, and you stopped." She paled, putting her hands back while I shook my head.
"Unacceptable, Punishment is definitely required for a dumb bitch like you," I told her and grabbed her by the throat. Her head tilted up naturally, and I gripped tightly, restricting but not cutting off her ability to breathe. I looked her in the eyes before I pushed her back enough for a single step.
"Follow me, Bitch... It's punishment time." I stepped away, expecting her to follow. I reached the training room door and opened it. Once inside the training room, she looked around at the clean environment. What she noticed more were the various tools of my craft. I wasn't going to go hard on her today. That didn't change the fact anything I did would be considered hard for her.
"Now, your friend told you all the wonderful delights she had. You were expecting something similar, but just a little harder. You are here for a thrill. A change. Something sexy and hot. You want a secret from your husband. You want me. Everything I will do here is something you want bitch. You will love it while you hate it. You hate the disrespect I have shown you. You love it, though. You're bored with your title. Your pussy shows me your real feelings." I turn and see the tears nodding.
I ignore the tears as I take out a blindfold. I place it over her eyes, blocking her vision. "You are here for punishment, Nickey. You are my Bitch right now. Say it," I command her.
"I am your Bitch," She says through tears.
"Again, Bitch!" I command louder.
"I am your Bitch," She says almost exactly the same.
"Repeat until I tell you to stop, Bitch!"
"I am your Bitch,"
"I am your Bitch,"
"I am your Bitch,"
"I am your Bitch,"
"I am your Bitch,"
"I am your Bitch,"
"I am your Bitch,"
More and more times, she repeats herself, growing more and more confident in those words. I step away as she continued to repeat. I take out a gag and shut her up with it. She stopped, and I smacked her face lightly.
"Did I say you could stop? I ordered you to repeat till I tell you to stop. Repeat gag or no gag!"
Her gagged, illegible words started to pour out again. I grabbed a Needle and a Piercing for this next part. I looked at the woman who was apparently a Duchess. I was going to punish Ingrid for this, but she was right about one thing. This was a welcome surprise. I took out a piercing that I thought of giving Stacy or Freya some weeks back but decided against it. It was a simple silver ring but was sturdy with a special enchantment on it. It acted as a control panel for other toys for long-distance communication with them. Meaning within a hundred meters, I could activate remotely toys placed on her or in her.
"Now, Since your my little Bitch," I slide a finger over her breasts as she repeated herself. I see the nipple harden further. "I have a gift for you." I pushed the needle through her hard nipple. She screamed into the gag, and I started to clean up before putting in her new piercing. I flicked it, causing a little scream as well.
I took off her gag after with a smile. I took off the blindfold, and she looked down. "What? Why?" I tilted her head to look at me. "From now on, that shows I am your Mistress—every time the ring drags on your dress. You will remember you are mine. It will follow you everywhere. Do you understand? Your choice before this is a mere extension of becoming my BItch. If you understand, turn and place your hands on the wall and stick out your ass for punishment."
Her emotions spiked, and I saw indecision on her face only for a moment before she placed her hands on the wall and stuck her ass out. I grabbed a soft leather paddle with fur. I stepped up behind her, putting a finger to her wet pussy. She started to moan as I played with it. I brought down the paddle to her ass. She cried out in pain as I brought it down again. I played with her wet pussy between each time.
After fifteen times, I stopped paddling her milky white ass. She was in tears, but I was soft. Slowly I would change this masochistic body. I grabbed a strap on ready for the next part. I put it on over my clothes as I felt the pain still going through my sore body. I grunted and positioned myself.
I never told her I was coming in as I penetrated her with a ten-inch metal cock. I turned on the vibrator and saw instant success as she came. I was startled but ignored it as I started to pound her pussy.
"What-?" She cried out in confusion as she orgasmed. Then followed it up with a scream, "What's Happening to me!?" She continued to scream out as she orgasmed on my metal cock over and over again. I realized what was happening to her and didn't care. I started to feel the vibrations over my pussy and moaned in pleasure myself. Her screams continued as she chained her first-ever orgasms with panic. Her legs shook, and I forced her to continue standing with my hands supporting her.
It wasn't until I came that I let her go, and she dropped to the floor. I took her long hair I hadn't noticed since a bun on the top of her head fell loose. It was at least to her knees in length. Impressive, I thought as I used her hair to wipe off the Vibrator.
She was panting in exhaustion, and I picked her up to the shower. Without undressing, I helped her clean up. She was in a post-orgasm zone, not knowing what was happening around her. I took her to bed. I laid her down, and she laid there unmoving, stuck in her zone. It was still mid-afternoon, but I laid there and acted as the big spoon as she fell asleep in my comfort.
Laying down was easier than moving as the play session had made some of my bruises worse. I knew I needed to update plans with a fucking duchess under me, but I didn't want to move or think. I decided to nap as the big spoon was fully clothed.