Renata Obeyed Every Order from Her Young Mistress

The club was still throbbing when they stepped out into the cold air of dawn. Renata adjusted her coat over her shoulders while Sabrina guided her by the elbow, unhurried, like someone leading along something that belonged to her. They had danced pressed together for hours, had kissed on the dance floor under the lights, and Sabrina, with that brand of flirtation of hers that bordered on cruelty, had thrown glances at a couple of young men at the bar.

The boys thought it was an invitation. They followed them outside, quickening their pace, but by the time they reached the street, the two women had already climbed into the pickup and the engine was running. From the window, Sabrina blew them a kiss with the palm of her hand and drove off.

—Poor things —she said, laughing—. They were left wanting.

Renata looked in the rearview mirror at the disappointed faces shrinking into the distance. It was two in the morning. There was plenty of time for whatever Sabrina had planned.

She always has something planned.

***

They got home and went straight up to the bedroom. Sabrina turned on the screen hanging opposite the bed, and for a second a room could be seen in half-light, just shadows, nothing distinct. Renata gave it no importance. She was used to her lover’s whims, the dim lights, the new objects that appeared without explanation.

She undressed while she waited. She folded her clothes over the chair, sat on the edge of the mattress, and let the cool sheets raise gooseflesh on her skin. Sabrina did not take long to return. She came in wearing white stockings that reached her thighs and nothing else on top, just like Renata. In her hand she carried the whip. The same one that last time had left marks that took days to fade.

—Tonight I’m not going to tie you up —Sabrina said calmly—. I want you to position yourself. To decide to stay. To be willing to let me do whatever I feel like.

Renata swallowed. She nodded without speaking and settled herself face down in the center of the bed, arms stretched forward, her ass offered up. She had promised in the club, between laughs and whispers, although back then she did not entirely understand why. Nor did she now. But obeying had become a reflex sweeter than any resistance.

The first lash fell dryly across her ass. Renata instinctively brought her hands back, shielding herself, and her eyes filled with a wet shine. The second never came.

—I spared your hands this time —Sabrina said, her voice low and sharp—. If you do it again, I’ll mark them, and that really hurts. Keep them away.

She waited for no reply. She went back to work, this time turning her wrist so only the tips of the whip brushed the skin. It was not the blow that made her shudder, but that fine, almost surgical burn that built with each stroke and set both buttocks ablaze. Renata dug her fingers into the sheet. She learned not to move.

Sabrina moved on to her back. There she did not want to punish, only to redden. A few medium lashes, enough to tint the skin a hot pink, to make her lover’s entire surface vibrate with a new sensitivity.

When she finished, she tossed the whip aside and lay down on top of her. She stroked the burned back with an open palm, kissed the nape of her neck, her shoulders, and softly bit the edge of her ear.

—You’re so good —she murmured—. My beautiful girl. You have no idea how much I love you.

Renata closed her eyes. That sudden tenderness, after the pain, disarmed her more than any blow.

***

Sabrina sat up and took the harness with the dildo resting on the dresser. She fastened it around her hips with practical movements, never taking her eyes off Renata.

—Turn over. I want to see your face.

Renata obeyed. Sabrina leaned down, parted her thighs, and kissed her sex slowly, playing with her tongue, while with the other hand she found her mouth to kiss her. Renata moaned against her lips. Sabrina lifted her legs, set the tip of the dildo at her entrance, and began to slide it in, millimeter by millimeter, watching the woman’s face soften into sighs.

It went all the way in. Sabrina’s hips found a rhythm at first slow, then firmer, and Renata, already lost, scratched her back when the first orgasm shot through her. They gave her no respite. Sabrina kept moving, attentive to every tremor, until she felt her tense again.

At the exact moment of the second orgasm, Sabrina pulled on the end of the fox tail Renata had been wearing since before they left. The tug hurt, but it came mixed with pleasure, and the surprise turned it into something else, a bolt of electricity that left her breathless.

—Turn over —Sabrina ordered—. I’m going to fuck you from behind.

Renata settled herself on her back. Sabrina entered her again, kneeling over her legs, and while she fucked her she began to sink her fingers into the anus that the toy had kept dilated for hours. They went in with an ease that filled Renata with shame and pleasure in equal measure.

***

—Get on all fours —Sabrina said.

She took the lubricant, spread it over the dildo, and let a little of it fall cold over her lover’s entrance. She set the tip in place and pushed. Renata felt the thickness force its way in, uncomfortable at first, but her body yielded without fighting, already used to being taken that way. Half of it went in amid ever-deeper sighs.

Renata began to rock on her own, backward, seeking more. Sabrina noticed.

—You’re still enjoying it, you little bitch —she said, amused.

—I love feeling full there —Renata answered, her voice hoarse.

Sabrina seized her by the hair and yanked backward, forcing her to lift her head, to arch her back. She shoved all the way in, until Renata’s marked ass cheeks brushed her belly, and held her there, motionless, gripped by the hair, face raised.

And then Renata noticed the screen.

***

The image had come alive. At first she did not understand what she was looking at: the camera lost focus from time to time, and only two shadows on a bed could be made out, two bodies kissing. She gave it no importance. She closed her eyes.

—Fuck me hard —she asked—. Take it out and fuck me.

—You want me to destroy that ass of yours? —Sabrina laughed, and began to fuck her hard, planting one knee beside her to gain leverage. She yanked her hair again—. Look at the screen. I want you to see that.

Renata lifted her eyes, still dazed. The image sharpened. It took her a second to recognize the room, and another to recognize the girl on the bed.

It was her daughter.

—What is this? —Renata twisted her neck violently, horrified—. What does this mean?

Sabrina did not even flinch.

—Your daughter asked me if she could bring her boyfriend tonight. I gave her the key to the room next door. Was I supposed to say no? She has needs too.

Renata tried to wriggle free of the dildo, to escape forward, but Sabrina held her by the hips with both hands and forced her back down onto it. This time it really hurt, from the rage with which she did it.

—Stop being the possessive mother —Sabrina went on, leaning over her back—. Tell me, what would she think if she had a camera recording us? If she saw you right now, impaled by another woman?

Renata began to beg. To have it taken out, to have the screen turned off, to swear to her that there was no camera filming them.

—Of course there is —Sabrina said in her ear, almost tenderly—. Since our very first encounter. But don’t worry, your daughter will never see it. That’s just for us.

Renata collapsed onto the mattress. Sabrina followed her without the dildo leaving her, letting the weight of her body fall so she would feel that she was still subdued, that there was nowhere to run. Tears soaked the sheet.

***

Sabrina did come out at last. Renata remained sprawled there, motionless, sobbing softly. But the night was not over for her mistress.

She went to the dresser and swapped the harness for a thicker one, with a conical tip, made to force its way in. She lubricated it patiently and returned to the bed.

—Get your ass up again —she said.

Renata did not move. She kept her face buried in the mattress, crying in silence.

—My darling slut, stop sniveling and obey. Or I’ll make you obey.

In response, she brought down a sharp blow with the belt she held in the other hand. The mark bloomed red across the buttocks. Renata cried out, but she did not lift her hips. A second belt strike fell.

—Let’s see how many you can take before you do what I say.

She took five. At the sixth, she got into the position Sabrina demanded.

—See how much trouble you make me go to? —Sabrina said, stroking her back—. Just look at how you force me to mistreat your pretty ass. I only hope your daughter and her boyfriend didn’t recognize those screams. And her friend.

Renata lifted her head toward the screen. In the other room, her daughter —just turned twenty— was no longer with one man. There were two. Mounted on one, she waited for the other to settle in behind her. A double penetration Renata did not want to see and could not tear her eyes away from.

—Because of your whining we missed the best part —Sabrina commented with false reproach—. Just as slutty as her mother.

***

Renata felt the tip of the dildo against her anus again, now thicker, opening her to the maximum. Sabrina smeared on more oil. The tip went in quickly, but the wider part met resistance. Renata asked her to stop. Of course Sabrina did not stop. She pushed in and pulled out, over and over, gaining ground with each thrust, stretching her mercilessly.

—Scream loud —she whispered—. Let’s see if your daughter recognizes her mom’s voice.

She managed to get halfway in and tore from Renata a howl that she tried to smother by biting the sheets. Sabrina yanked it out and rammed it back in, stealing another cry. She knew exactly how to keep her prey under control. Out and in, out and in, enjoying the power of making her howl. Little by little, the screams turned into long moans, into those deep sighs that are born only when pleasure finally overcomes pain.

Sabrina slid one hand beneath Renata’s belly and made her lift herself halfway up. With the other she took a breast, squeezing it, and lowered her fingers to the clitoris, rubbing firmly. The mixture —her anus invaded, her clitoris on fire— flooded Renata in an orgasm so deep it shook her legs. When it ended, sensitivity betrayed her: an uncontrollable heat ran through her and she pissed right there, on the bed, unable to stop it.

Sabrina pulled the dildo out in one motion and let her fall face down, like a marionette whose strings have been cut.

***

It was almost five in the morning when Sabrina, looking at the screen, saw Renata’s daughter saying goodbye and leaving with her companions. In the next room the light went out.

On the bed, Renata was still lying there, unable to move a muscle, defeated by pleasure and by everything else. Sabrina lay down beside her, brushed the hair from her soaked face, and kissed her temple with a tenderness that, after that night, no longer meant the same thing.

—Rest, my girl —she told her—. Tomorrow we’ll erase the tape. Or maybe not.