A Becoming Mistress

After she got her degree, Amanda Winterbottom landed a trainee job with a big publishing house based in Hammersmith Broadway. She worked hard and by the age of 26 she was an Editor with twenty staff reporting to her. She liked her job and thought she was good at it. Although she normally refused to socialize with her juniors, it was her PA Julie's birthday and she had allowed herself to be persuaded to go for a drink to with some of the girls to celebrate the occasion. It would be good for morale if she went, she thought.

The five of them sat sipping wine in a wine bar in Parson's Green. They talked shop of course, but also about their boyfriends and men in general. Amanda didn't have one. She always found men immature and rather soppy when you got to know them better - even the ostensibly macho ones. As Amanda listened to the girls' chatter, she noticed a tall, handsome man leave the bar, where he had been talking to another man, and walk towards their table. Amanda suspected that he was going to try his luck with one of her staff. It was therefore a complete surprise when he spoke to her.

'It's very rude of me to interrupt like this, but I wanted to say how lovely I think you are. I would very much like the privilege of going out with such a lovely lady some day. Will you allow me to learn more about you by letting me join your party tonight?'

All the girls were staring at her, waiting for her reply.

Amanda felt flattered by the man's words and she liked his direct approach and polite but confident manner. He was good looking too and very expensively but tastefully dressed. What should she do?

Julie broke the silence. 'Please do join us. I'm Julie and it's my birthday today. There's spare stool over there. Move up girls.'

The man fetched the stool. Julie introduced the girls by name ending with Amanda.

'Amanda. What a lovely name. It matches your beauty. Oh, but forgive me, I'm Charles Prentice. Since it's a party, I'll order some champagne - if you'll allow me to, Julie.'

Julie was nothing loath and a bottle soon arrived at their table.

Charles talked solely to Amanda. He too worked in publishing and they found that they had many interests in common. He talked intelligently about books and the theatre. Amanda began to enjoy his unexpected company. The other girls seemed to huddle conspiratorially and soon made excuses to leave in pairs, leaving Amanda alone with this fascinating man. He bought another bottle of champagne and asked her if he could continue to enjoy her company over dinner. She had been trying to think of a way to get away at first, but softened by the bubbly and conversation, she agreed. They took a taxi to The Blue Elephant in Fulham Broadway and had a wonderful Thai meal. Charles asked if he could take her to the theatre tomorrow, there was a new David Hare play on at the National. She agreed and he walked her home. She lived quite near the restaurant.

Charles took her to restaurants, shows and exhibitions regularly over the next few weeks. He was always the perfect gentleman, doing no more than kiss her cheek. Amanda had to make the first move in the end. She invited him in for coffee and kissed him in the hall. He responded and held her tenderly as their kiss went on. He picked her up carried her to her bedroom. They made passionate love all night. Amanda had her first orgasm with a man - then her second. He was wonderful.

Their affair continued and they went on holiday together to Crete. When they returned, Amanda had enjoyed herself, being with Charles day and night for two weeks. She decided that she was going to marry him. He was handsome, evidently rich and single. She would at last get rid of her ghastly surname too. Although she knew he was in publishing, she had never seen any of his company's output. She asked him about it one day at his flat. He said: 'I've been afraid that you'd ask that question since we met, Darling. The truth is that I publish pornographic magazines.'

She was a bit shocked but supposed that it was a living like any other, obviously a good one. 'Can I see?' she asked.

He went to his office - which he had always kept locked - and returned with a selection of magazines. Most just depicted naked girls but a few seemed to cover spanking and bondage. She read one of the short stories until she found herself quite aroused.

'Can I borrow these to look at later, Darling? Right now I want to make love to you.'

She read all the CP magazines and some of the gay ones that week. The girly pictures she found uninteresting, but the spanking stories really turned her on. She imagined herself spanking Julie and the other girls in the office. Next week she went to Charles' London flat and broached the subject. 'I thought your porn would disgust me, and some of it does, but I find myself fascinated by the idea of bondage and spanking despite myself. Could we try it? Would you let me spank you?'

'My dear, I don't enjoy being spanked, but if you want to try it I could persuade one of the models we use to let you punish her - or him if you prefer. Most of them enjoy being beaten or they wouldn't do the job. Come to the office next Saturday anyway. I'd like to show you around at last. He gave her his business card.

When Amanda arrived at the office in the back streets of Covent Garden, Charles greeted her with a kiss. 'I've got a present for you'. She opened the large flat cardboard box on a table in his studio. It contained a rubber dress, leather thigh-length boots, long gloves, a mask and a tin of talcum powder. 'You'll feel better if you dress the part. I'll lock the door while you change,' said Charles as he left the room.

Amanda took off her clothes and folded then neatly on the table. Then she tried to squeeze into the dress but it was tight and her bra and panties got in the way. She took them off and decided that the talc would help the rubber slip over her skin more easily, so she spread some on the inside of the garment. This time, she managed to pull the dress over her hips and slip her arms into it. It was shaped to accommodate her, quite large, breasts and she pulled the shoulder straps over her shoulders and wriggled until the dress settled into place. The boots came up to just below the dress. They had platforms and higher heels than Amanda had ever worn before. She felt very tall. The mask had holes for her eyes. She pulled on the gloves. She felt mysterious and powerful. Just let one of those lazy sluts from the office in here now, she thought.

There was a knock at the door. 'Enter,' she said.

Charles came in followed by a young man in jeans and tee shirt. Charles was holding a cane. He said 'This boy has been slack with his work, Mistress, and deserves to be punished severely'.

Amanda thought for a moment about the scenes she had read about in the magazines and spoke, using her sternest voice. 'Get those clothes off, boy, and get your wicked arse over here. Quickly!'

The boy stripped and came to her. He had an erection. She slapped his face. 'Get rid of that, you filthy pervert.' She slapped him again.

'I'm trying to, Mistress,' he said.

Amanda pulled out a chair and sat in it until his erection subsided. Then she pulled the boy across her knee, saying 'I'll punish you for your impure thoughts first,' as she started slapping his bottom. When he didn't cry out, she slapped harder and harder until he started begging for mercy. 'No more, Mistress, please Mistress...'

She wanted to hear him scream, but her hand was getting sore so she stopped and told him to stand and face the wall. His bum looked very red. His erection was back.

Charles was holding a camera and had been photographing the session. Amanda could see that he too was hard inside his slacks.

'Don't worry, no one would recognise you dressed like that,' he said.

'Ah, the mask!' she thought.

She got up and picked up the cane from where Charles had left it on the table. She swished it through the air a few times. A huge feeling of power swept through her and she said 'Over the chair, boy; I'm going to cane your wicked arse till it bleeds.'

The boy went to the chair she had been sitting on and placed his hands on its seat as he bent over. Amanda brought the instrument down as hard as she could. As the boy cried out, she saw his bottom cheeks wobble from the impact and go back into shape. There was a red mark on both of them. She hit him again just below the mark. And again. This time he screamed loudly and she caned him across the legs, just where they join the buttocks, three times. The sixth stroke she applied to his naughty bottom again. When she looked, he had ejaculated. Some of his semen was dripping off the chair onto the floor. She wanted to humiliate and dominate him completely. 'Lick up your filthy mess, Slave,' she barked.

The boy was crying as he obeyed her order and cleaned the chair and floor with his tongue.

'Back in the corner, trash.'

He got up, said 'Thank you for punishing me, Mistress,' and walked to his place.

Amanda wondered that his caning had led him to come. He must enjoy it in some way - as Charles had claimed. Could women like that exist too?

Charles called out 'Come in, Doris,' in a loud voice and the door opened.

The woman who came in looked about 40. She was slightly overweight and totally naked already. Charles introduced the woman.

'Doris is my secretary. She's a very bad girl. She makes lots of spelling mistakes. Shall I punish her or will you?'

Amanda thought for a moment. 'The bitch looks as if she needs a double dose, if you ask me.'

Without further ado, Charles put the woman across his knee and spanked her until she begged for mercy. He started feeling her between the legs. Amanda was about to protest to her boyfriend - how dare he make love to another woman in front of her - when he said 'Come here and feel the dirty old slapper, Dear; she's been enjoying herself with wicked thoughts while I've been punishing her fat arse'.

Curious, Amanda did as he had suggested. The woman was indeed wet with love juices. Charles pushed her off his knee onto the floor.

'Thank your Master,' he commanded.

The woman knelt and started to undo Charles trousers. Amanda wanted to protest again - but she also wanted to watch the woman's subjugation.

Doris took her Master's tool out and put it in her mouth. She started rubbing the shaft with one hand. Amanda had never gone down on a man. She thought the idea repulsive. Doris continued her ministration until Charles arched his back and pushed her away. 'Swallow nicely for Daddy,' he said. The woman swallowed and licked her lips.

Amanda was angry. 'How dare you do that, you filthy bitch? Up! Hands on chair!'

She had grabbed Doris by the hair. She forced her into position and retrieved the cane again. Doris screamed in agony as Amanda caned her. She lost count of the number of blows she had delivered. Eventually, Charles stopped her and took the cane. She was sweating under the rubber dress. Doris was crying and very badly marked.

Amanda's lust was up now. And she didn't see why she should let Charles have all the fun. She pulled up her skirt and spread her legs. 'Boy! Crawl over here and thank your Mistress with your tongue,' she commanded.

The boy turned, knelt and crawled across the room on all fours. He started to kiss Amanda's nether lips. It was something that Charles never did. She wished he would sometimes, but his fingers were clever enough to bring her joy, so she never complained. The boy was licking her clitoris now and flicking it with his tongue. She grabbed his head and ground down upon his mouth.

'Lick faster, you lazy slug.' She was panting. Gradually her orgasm built and she came on the boy's face. She pushed him away.

Charles told the two slaves they could go and Amanda washed in the Ladies and put her street clothes back on. Charles drove her to his country house; she'd only been there twice before. They had dinner, which was served by an old woman, whom Charles called Cook, and a very pretty young maid. Amanda hadn't noticed servants on her previous visits. Afterwards they went to bed and had the best sex Amanda could remember.

The next morning Charles asked her to be his wife.

Amanda went to the studios often from then on. Most of the staff and models were submissives, as Charles had indicated. She got to beat and humiliate them all. She watched as one of the male editors cruelly tortured a young model while a photographer took shots of the scene. She punished both men afterwards.

At Charles' house too, she got to punish the staff and several visitors to their weekend dinner parties. Amanda and Charles married in the small country church near his house. The reception was held at the house. Amanda's mother came - her father had died when she was seven - as did several of her colleagues, including Julie. All through the meal, she tried to think of ways to trap Julie so that she could give her a good thrashing but no workable plan presented itself to her. She imagined spanking the girl though. It would be in the office with all the other staff watching and jeering as Amanda pulled Julie's knickers down and showed them how wet she was.

When all the guests had gone, Charles suggested that Chloe, his pretty young maid, needed a good spanking and Amanda saw to it that she would go to bed with a very sore bottom indeed. After she had spanked the girl soundly, she ordered her to thank her Mistress. Chloe knelt as Amanda lay back on an armchair. As the tearful girl licked and sucked, Charles stripped and got into position behind the 18-year-old. 'Ask Master nicely to fuck your worthless arsehole, Chloe' he said.

Amanda hadn't seen Charles use a woman in this way before. It excited her. She grabbed the girl's hair: 'Ask, Bitch!'

Chloe begged. 'Please don't do that to me, Master. Beat me again but don't do that; please.'

Amanda grabbed her head and pulled it back to her sex. She watched as her new husband pulled the girl's bum cheeks apart and plunged into her arse. Chloe screamed in pain and revulsion. Amanda started a series of multiple orgasms. Charles continued pumping into Chloe until he came a minute later. The newlyweds waited until the morning to consummate their marriage.

A few weeks later Charles made a new proposition to Amanda. He wanted to start a new business publishing pornographic books alongside the magazine business. Would Amanda like to run the new venture as Managing Editor and Director? She had the experience and plenty of contacts in the retail trade. They could share office space and see each other as often as they liked. Amanda hesitated for only a moment before accepting. Her own company and staff! Perhaps she would take Julie along as her PA. Now there's a thought.

That night, as they made love, Charles whispered 'Amanda my love, you are the woman that I always dreamed of spending my life with. You have become a true and stern Mistress to your slaves.'

She smiled at this compliment from a man who was a true Master too.

'And not only a true Mistress,' he went on, 'but a most becoming one.'

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