Corruption by LadyKethryveris^WulfTo my best friend in the whole world - who helped me "push that envelope just a little bit further". Thank you.The pathetic wretch stood in front of me, shivering slightly in her fear. Her pale, oval face, enshrined by her long curly brown hair lifted up to meet my eyes.
"Please, ma'am..." she stammered. I knew what she wanted. An innocent 18 year old, she'd come to work for me at my nightclub a few days ago. I had intended to keep her in innocence, for innocent she was, until one of my barmen - now fired - had shown her the dungeons in the basement, and I had caught her kneeling before him, his cock filling her mouth. And now she stood before me, hands clenched nervously before her, her slender body clothed in nought but her underwear. I was sorely tempted to strip her underwear off her too. Underwear it might be...lingerie it was most definitely not. My upper lip curled in disgust as I regarded her off grey, (originally white) tatty bra, the cotton curling around her ripe breasts, the similarly off-grey panties hiding what a girlfriend would call her "flower".
I sighed. This was a complication I did not need this evening and could well have done without. But from the moment I found Helen with her lips around Jerome's cock, her fate was sealed. Jerome was fired on the spot. He knew the rules well, having worked here for two years. Helen, on the other hand, had only been here 2 days as a kitchen skivvy and I suspected that no-one had been willing to broach that seeming innocence and tell her that what really went on here, and that sexual relations between the staff during working hours were strictly forbidden, unless specifically requested by a client.
I looked her up and down. Really, she wasn't all that bad. A little pampering and she could have made an acceptable hostess.....my disdainful gaze must have upset her, as a whimper broke loose and she threatened to cry, obviously upset at the thought she might lose her job.
"Oh for god's sake, shut up, you pathetic girl, or you will lose your job", I snapped at her. "Miserable little wretch. I've a good mind to beat you severely for disobeying the rules." It was then that I noticed her nipples hardening, poking through the soft off white cotton, and a germ of an idea unwound itself in my head. "Corruption" didn't really need another straight hostess, but it could do with a good sub...and if nothing else it would make me feel better. A little diversion, that's what I needed. My mind decided for me, I forced steel into my voice as I prepared her for what was to come.
"Right, I've decided what to do with you. You won't lose your job, but you will learn a new trade. Get down on your hands and knees and crawl across the floor to me, Helene. That is your new name", I overrode her as she started to protest, "and if I catch you answering to Helen from now on, then there will be trouble. Do you understand me, Helen?" Another snivel threatened to break free, but she - wisely, perhaps - controlled it.
"Yes Ma'am." Her nipples stood out even further, if such a thing was possible. She might not understand what was happening to her, but her body certainly did.
"Mistress, not Ma'am," I snapped, "I am your Mistress and from now on, my word is law. And now, my word says that you will be beaten, twice, once for flagrant disregard for the rules of the house and once for answering to 'Helen'. Your name is Helene now. Do you understand me, Helen?" She stayed silent this time. "Then drop to the floor and crawl across it to me like the bitch you are".
She dropped to the floor with a natural, in-born grace that others would have given their eye teeth for, and began to crawl across to me, her mistress, waiting disdainfully on the other side of the dark and dangy dungeon. I tapped against the cold stone as I waited for her, my foot encased in black satin, swinging against the 2 and a half inch spiky heel as my sole hit the floor. The boots - thigh high, naturally - matched a black satin dress, stretched tightly against my body, so it was a second skin, pushing my breasts upwards and inwards so the creamy flesh almost oozed over the top of the dress and my cherry red nipples tingled from the constriction. Black satin elbow length gloves and a mask, which I was not wearing, completed the ensemble. This was my working gear as entertainer/owner for one of London's top clubs for the discerning, which I had built from nothing and was proud of it.
"Mistress". The female whining voice brought be back from my reverie. I gazed down to see her still on her hands and knees at my feet, I was pleased to see. She was learning the value of obedience. I looked at the table next to me and considered a small whip, but then rejected it as being too heavy handed. I didn't want to scare her - time enough for that later, when she knew the truth of what she was.
"Stand up and bend over the back of that sofa, there. Do not make a sound in the next 20 minutes, do you hear me Helene?"
The only answer was a contrite "Yes Mistress". Satisfied, I let her go, and watched her walk to the sofa and gracefully bend over it. I waited a few minutes, knowing that she could not see me from her vantage point, and that those few minutes would be torture for her, not knowing what was going to happen. Then I picked up a pair of scissors and clicked across to her. I laid a gloved hand on her spine, to feel her trembling, then slid the scissors beneath her bra. At the kiss of the cold metal a little scream escaped from Helene's lips, promptly rewarded with a sharp slap across her buttocks from me.
"Didn't I tell you not to make a sound? Can't you even do this for me? You're even more pathetic than I thought. Now stay silent or I'll be harder next time." I waited, and the room stayed silent. The jaw of the scissors closed, and the bra material parted company and slid off her body. Her panties followed suit, except this time there was no scream when the cold metal slid down her buttocks to cut the material.
Now she was naked, I could see the raw material I had to work with, much better. I regarded my little table on wheels, much like a surgeon's operating trolley with all my implements laid out with clinical precision. I selected a wide hairbrush, of a type known as a paddle hairbrush. The flat back of it could, I knew, inflict sharp, stinging slaps in the right hands, in my hands.
The first slap, administered to her right buttock, must have been the worst. A red glow sprung up where I had hit her, and I knew if I placed my hand there, the flesh would be warm. A second followed the first, on the other buttock, and then more, never in the same place twice, till the whole of her delectable bottom was red and glowing - and she had not whimpered once. Then I put my hairbrush away, and chose a cane instead. An old fashioned school master's cane, with the curved handle, it made a swishing sound in the air as I made a few practice strokes - partly to loosen my muscles, partly to unnerve Helene.
Then I stepped away from her, frowning. Her position was wrong. "Helene, straighten up. Hold your arms in the air. Spread your legs." Each of the orders were sharp, stuccaco bursts, like gunfire, and she obeyed, but not quickly enough for me. Her arms rose slowly, too slowly. That earned her a slash on her ribcage underneath her arms, and her arms rose more quickly after that. With her legs open I could see her delectable flower. I had to see. I had to see if she was aroused by this, and my black gloved hand disappeared between her buttocks, to dive into the wet warmth, the creaminess that I knew was there. A sharp hiss from Helene accompanied my foray, and I was tempted to hit her once more, to give her another stripe with the cane. Then I relented - there was time enough for that. Part of successful domination is the uncertainty - never knowing what is to happen next, and I had to keep Helene off guard. The moisture seeped through the material, and I withdrew my hands to stare at the white juices staining my gloves. I lifted my fingers to my nose and inhaled the smell, deeply, the muskiness mingling with the smell coming from my own body, and unable to resist, my tongue flickered out to taste her juices. The creaminess rolled around on my tongue, a taste I relished like gourmets would relish foie de gras...
Then I came back with a start, glad she could not see me or my lapse of concentration. With a sudden fit of anger at myself I lifted the cane and aimed at her cherry red bottom. A fine red line appeared across her bottom, like a stripe through the glow, and another whimper left Helene's throat. That earned a smack on the back of her thighs, accompanied with a "Quiet" barked at her. A wait, then another stripe appeared, then another, till her whole back and bottom was covered with a series of stripes. With each swipe, each swish of the cane I could feel my desire mounting inexorably, then, suddenly, with experience, I knew it was enough. I put the cane down, panting, an end that was almost like an orgasm in itself.
Once I'd got my breath back, steely desire rose in me again. I pulled my dress up, rolling it around my hips so that my cunt was showing.
"Helene, turn around, and kneel in front of me. You will find my cunt in front of you. You will tongue me, kiss me, adore me, love me totally until you are told to stop - and you will love every second of it. But you will not touch yourself, no matter how desperate you get. I want your orgasm for myself." A shudder seemed to run down her spine, before she turned, and staring at me with teary eyes filled, strangely, with a new found determination and self knowledge, she dropped to the floor again in front of me.
Then I felt hands gently parting my legs, and my cunt lips, and a tongue insinuating itself to touch my buton de plasir, the centre of my being. Circling my clit once, the hard silk then slid lower to stiffen and thrust up inside me a few times. My head fell back, I stifled a groan. My gloved hands desperately fought my dress to wrench my breasts out of their confinement, and my nipples, once free, felt so sensitive I could (and did) scream.
A slender finger slid up inside me, gathering my juices, and then sliding backwards to my anus, where it forced the puckered hole and slid in, generating another surge of pleasure. A second and third finger slid into my cunt, squirming around, pressing up inside, applying pressure to the walls, and that insistent tongue, so insistent, on my clit, then circling it, now sucking it hard, then simply wiggling it back and forth - all was delightful, and I was rapidly approaching my climax.
Then she did something totally unexpected. She bit me. She bit my clit, and not gently, either. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but it hurt, and yet, with my clit engorged with blood and pleasure in the way it was, it triggered an incredible release, and I simply threw my head back and shuddered through my orgasm, holding onto the head between my legs for dear life, for it was my only hold on the reality that I knew.
Then that reality reasserted itself, and I was back on earth. Helene's face was still between my legs, and I knew from the way her body was shaking against my legs that she was extremely aroused. I gathered myself together, and stepped away from her.
"Stay here. Do not touch yourself. Do not move from this spot. I will be watching you. Remember, my word is law." With that admonition, I rolled my dress back down, my juices drying on my thigh, and pushed my breasts back into their confinement. I stared at her for one moment, hard, to reinforce my warning, then turned and stalked from the room to regain my composure. This innocent, with the face of an angel, had captured my heart and handed it to me on a platter. And if she had done that to me, jaded as I was, what would she be like to our clients? I realised she could make "Corruption"'s name, with her own corruption...
Then I suddenly remembered my other client, who I had been on my way to see when I had discovered Helene and Jerome. I wasn't worried - I knew he wouldn't have been going anywhere. I opened the door to see Matt hanging from a cross beam, his arms and legs bound to the big cross of wood via leather handcuffs. Handel's Water music played, gently, and there was a small fountain in the centre of the room. And this, simply this, had reduced this man to a gibbering wreck of his own desires. His penis was bound in a leather contraption, tightly at the base, and metal clamps were attached to his nipples. I walked across to him, and felt his stomach, which was slightly distended. Experience told me he was not yet ready, but I could not leave the contraption on for too much longer, or he would be seriously hurt.
"Mistress?" He begged? "Can you release me now? I am desperate to go, my bladder is nearly full...please?" I stared at him, coldly, till his head dropped, losing hope.
"Hold your tongue, you dog. In fact, you're worse than a dog. At least a dog can wait till he pees in the garden - you have to pee in here! Well, you can stay well and truly trussed up till I am satisfied with you!" and with that, I lifted a jug of water, standing on a table near by, and helped him drink it, all, slowly. When he had drunk the last drop his head fell forward, limply, then he looked up at me with tears in his eyes.
"Thank you, Mistress, for disciplining me as I deserve to be punished." I nodded curtly.
"I will be back soon. Maybe. Maybe I'll leave you here till you explode. After all, it's nothing less than you deserve, is it?", and with that riposte, I stalked out of the room, to return next door.
Upon opening the door quietly, I found Helene in the same position I had left her. I was glad, for it showed she had the discipline necessary to take to being a professional sub. So unusual in one so young, and yet I never doubted she was a true innocent. Not quite a virgin, but naive, nonetheless. She still had some training to go through, but the makings of her were there - and I knew that many of my clients would be more than happy to do the training. But now, now I had to finish her corruption. She knew pain, and she had felt some pleasure, but now she needed the ultimate pleasure that her body could provide - and to acknowledge, that as her Mistress, that that pleasure was in my hands, and my hands alone.
The door clicked to, and at the sound her head lifted. She looked pleased to see me, but said nothing. I was not sure if that pleased me or not. She would have to learn that sometimes, disobedience was necessary, to please one's Master or Mistress, but that was a lesson she would learn for herself as she continued to associate pain with pleasure...
I walked across to the sofa, seating myself on it with my legs crossed. Helene stayed where she was, peering over the edge of it. "Come", I said gently, and patted the sofa next to me. She stood, with difficulty, and walked round to the sofa, sitting down next to me, with a ramrod straight back. I gathered her to me, gently stroking her hair, caressing her back. She froze, for a moment, unsure how to respond, and then I could feel her body relax, the tension drain out of her a bit. She sagged against me, and we stayed there for a few moments, deriving comfort from each other. Then I sat back a little, and she immediately sat up, sensing I was to say something important.
"Helene....I have a proposition for you." Her eyes showed interest, but she stayed silent. "What just happened: you enjoyed it, yes?" She nodded, once, briefly. I knew she was not yet satisfied, though. "I know. You need more. But Helene...there is a price."
"What price?" The first words she'd spoken since I had caught her with Jerome, and her voice was no longer a whine, but held curiosity.
"You can do this all the time, if you wish. There are people who will pay highly, very highly to do to you what I just did." Her eyebrows raised, unbelievingly. She really was an innocent, then. "You can work here - for more money than you would earn as a skivvy...but" - and this but was filled with menace that made her immediately sit up straight, the tension back - "but, you must obey the house rules. I do not allow sexual relations between my staff during working hours unless specifically requested by myself or a client. What you do outside working hours is your own business...but here, as I have said, my word is law." She nodded, once, in assent. "We will discuss the details of this later on...for now, we have some unfinished business." Her head jerked up, and her eyes shone with hope. I almost laughed, to see the burgeoning desire shining from her eyes, but that would have spoiled the whole atmosphere, so I smothered my giggles and simply said "Ye-es....unfinished business" and pushed her backwards so she was reclining on the sofa.
This was the first opportunity I had allowed myself to really look at her body as an object of desire, and her creamy breasts, with their rosy tipped nipples sent a wave of desire flooding through my body. My eyes wandered down, appraising, and as they did, her legs parted to reveal her cunt. I couldn't resist sliding a hand up her leg, to stroke her, flick her clit, and finally, slide a couple of gloved fingers up inside her wet hole while she squirmed beneath me in delight.
My little trolly was next to the sofa, and on the second shelf was a realistically shaped dildo. I could have called one of my bar men to help us both out, but I wanted to maintain the intimacy that had been created between us. I gathered her juices up from her lips using the tip of the dildo, working it slowly into her with each successive circle, till the head slipped gently in, to a squeal of desire. I left it there for a moment, to free my breasts again from the dress, and roll my hem up again. Helene, seeing this, wriggled around on the sofa slightly so that her head was in my lap, and arched her head back to nuzzle at my own, by now, soaking wet cunt. Another wave of desire flooded my body with this, and I bent back down to my task, gripping the dildo that was half inside her, and making a few small in-out movements. Then I gasped as her mouth found my clit again, and I bent over to place my mouth in the same position, biting her clit as she sucked on mine. I jammed the dildo upside her, hard, and I felt her hands clench on my hips, hard, as pleasure rocked our bodies, together.
We lay there, bodies entwined, passion leaving us totally spent, till I suddenly thought of Matt. He must be about ready by now, and I would have to deal with him. Somehow, I didn't think Helene would be ready to cope with him yet, and besides, I didn't want her to get the taste for domination - which Matt would certainly assume she was there for.
I began to disentangle myself from her, which she was not happy about. I would have to remind her who was mistress here - both sexually and legally.
"Do you have to go? Stay, please?" her voice held a pleading note, but although I rejoiced to hear it inside, I knew I had to seem hard and cold.
"I have others to see to. Do you really think a junior trainee - a very very minor trainee at that - is going to take up all my time? Get out of here - forget your clothes, you won't be needing them. Go and report to Shawna and tell her I said to dress you." Her head bowed, she nodded once, dumbly, as tears threatened to blind her. I longed to take her in my arms, to comfort her, but I could not afford to do that, either as Mistress or employer.
I left the room without a backwards glance, snatching up a short many tailed whip on the way out, forgetting my state of dishabille. My dress was still rolled up, my nipples peeking over the top. Matt was - of course - still there, hanging from the cross beam, looking truly miserable. Then he saw me and he smiled beatifically, casting lustful eyes across my body. I glanced down to see what he was looking at, and almost blushed at my forgetfulness, but hurriedly squashed it. After all, a Mistress can do no wrong - so I mustn't blush in front of Matt, now, must I?
"Lower your eyes, you filthy animal!" I barked at him, clicking my way across the room. Even from there I could see his cock jerk upwards at my harsh words. I held my gloved hand under his nose, for him to smell the juices from Helene's cunt, like the connesoir I knew him to be, then really rubbed my hand in his face. He groaned with pleasure and appreciation, and murmured a "Thank you, Mistress" - for this was certainly not part of his normal service, but a treat for him. Then my hand trailed downward, sliding briefly into his mouth where he tried to grasp my hand to suck the juices from the material, but I tugged free, trailing a wet finger down his chin, his neck, following the line of his adam's apple, flicking it gently with my finger on the way past, then down and circled his nipples, and as I did so, I leaned down and pulled each nipple clamp off with my teeth, accompanied to a hiss of pleasure each time. Then I flicked each nipple with my middle finger, and engorged with blood as it was, the mild sensation was incredible for him - the first one earned me an "Oh Christ" and the second a "Jaysus" - revealing his Irish roots. Then my hand trailed down further and I felt his stomach, feeling how distended it was. I nodded to myself - he was ready.
"You're ready, worm. Your bladder is full of nasty, stinking piss, and you're desperate to pee, aren't you?" A look of shame crossed his face as he acknowledged my words, acknowledged that they were correct. "Look at that fountain, Matt, all that water trickling out of the spout, listen to the tinkling of it. And if I let your cock loose, you'd tinkle like that, wouldn't you - a great stream of water pouring out of your cock with the blessed release...." My voice trailed off as I took in the abject misery evident on his face, as he silently begged for mercy. But I knew if I released him now I would get no thanks. I had one last thing to do. I transferred the whip to my right hand, lifted it and dangled it in front of his face, so he had full knowledge of what I was about to do, and could savour it, as I knew he would. His eyes lit up, holding a certain humble joy at he beheld the instrument of his penance. I held the whip to his lips, and in a gesture as old as time, he leaned forward and kissed it. Then I lifted the whip, and brought it down, sharply, as hard as I could onto his outstretched cock. The many strips of leather dangling from it flickered all over it, providing many many kisses of pain.
I only did it once - once was all he needed. His head thrown back, a strangled "Oh god" burst forth and his body shuddered with a dry climax. At precisely that point I tugged at a short strap on the penis contraption which immediately freed his cock - and I stepped aside as his cock dribbled at first, then as the muscles of his extended climax started clenching powerfully, his cock started to spurt powerful jets of both urine and semen - his head flung back, his mouth open in a wordless scream of pleasure.
I grinned. Perverse it may be, but this was the kind of person "Corruption" existed for, lived to service, placed joy in the hearts of countless people. I looked forward to welcoming Helene, to corrupting her as I had once been truly corrupted myself.