Orders

“I order you to.”

“Mistress… I…” Leash couldn’t meet her eyes.

“I said I Order you.” He winced at the words. After a long silence, his demeanor seemed to darken.

“…Yes, Mistress.” Becca suddenly regretted her decision as Leash drew up to his full height. He seemed twice as big as he had before. His eyes boored down into her own, and she couldn’t help but look away. The cruel laugh that followed was completely alien. She swallowed hard.

“Are you afraid little girl?” She swallowed again. The last time Leash had sounded his age, he was telling his old mistress that he’d kill her if she didn’t leave. She tried to nod, but the complete change had unnerved her. Leash’s fingers felt hard against her jaw as he forced her eyes back onto his own.
“Answer me; Yes Master or No Master. Quickly.” A whip seemed to materialize in his hand, and he cracked it to emphasize his point. Chills ran up her spine. She couldn’t muster much more than a whisper.

“Yes Master.”

“Good.” Still cold. Uncaring. He wasn’t anywhere near the same person. His fingers ran down her throat, and he lifted his other hand. A delicate leather collar flew across the room to him, and he inspected it. It was the collar she had tried to give him earlier. “This will do.” His thumb forced her head back further, to an almost uncomfortable angle. The hand still holding the whip and collar drew up across her chest before coming to rest at her neck, then slipped the collar around. The leather tightened around her, almost too tight, before coming to rest comfortably. He ran two fingers against her neck inside the collar, sizing it. Both of his hands released her at once.

“Turn around.” She obeyed, suddenly wracking her brains to see all the little things Leash did, all the things that made him seem so small, so submissive. She lowered her head, even though she wasn’t looking at him. His hand flitted up the back of her neck, then took a firm grip on her hair. She yelped, more out of shock than pain.

“Quiet.” There was a loud crack, then a sudden sting on her rear. Again, it shocked more than hurt her, but he had her full attention now.

“No sound will come out of your mouth except for ‘Yes Master’ and ‘No Master’. Understand?” She answered meekly;

“Yes Master.”

“You will not speak unless spoken to. Understand?”

“Yes Master..” He gave her neither approval nor rejection; he simply voiced the next command.

“Come.” His grip on her hair tightened, and he led her across the room; they stopped in front of a full body mirror.

“Look at it.” She obeyed. Leash’s head and shoulders were visible over her own, despite her being drawn up onto her tiptoes by the pressure on her hair. His grip loosened, and she fell flat back onto her feet.

“Strip.” Her eyes widened.

“What?” There was no warning crack this time, just a sharp sting across her rump.

“You will not question your Master. Fail again and I will gag you. Strip NOW. And do not take your eyes off the mirror.” She hesitated. The sting came again, making her wince. She pulled off her shirt slowly, followed by her jeans. She stood there, staring at herself in her bra and panties in the mirror.
"You're not done." A scarlet blush colored her cheeks, and she tried to look away. Leash held her by the back of the neck, forcing her face back towards the mirror.

“Watch.” Something in his voice almost edged on anger. She opened her eyes, looking at herself in the mirror. Slowly, she pulled off her top. She could see the slight curl at the corner of his lip. He raised the whip ever so slightly; she finished stripping more quickly, not wanting another lash. She was red to the roots of her hair, this just felt so… wrong. For a moment she wondered if he’d done this; If he’d had to stand, watching in a mirror as he displayed himself for another’s pleasure. He stood beside her now, and began to run his hand down her body. He traced the outside of her bare breast almost gently, then took it into his hand as if inspecting it.

“Tell me what you feel.” He still had no emotion.

“Cold, Master.” She started to wrap her arms around herself, but he stopped her.

“Is that why your nipples are hard?” She looked at herself in the mirror, a little surprised. It wasn’t that cold… She stood up a little straighter. This was… embarrassing, but kind of exciting.

“No, Master.” Saying it out loud made it feel more intense. A shiver ran under her skin, goosebumps forming in its wake. Leash was smiling. He released her breast, running his hand, open palmed, across her chest as he passed between her and the mirror. His voice changed a little, but still felt somehow rehearsed; there was a hint of amusement now.

“Do you enjoy being watched like this?”

“I..." She wasn’t sure. Leash’s gaze was hot on her skin, and a strange feeling was growing in the pit of her stomach. A light smack at her breast made the flesh there tingle. He pulled close to her, the skin of his bare chest touching her shoulder as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Answer quickly.” She bowed her head a little, his sudden closeness giving an odd rush to that feeling in her gut.

“Yes, Master.”

“Much better.” He was behind her again, his hands slightly softer now, rubbing her shoulder. “Tell me, do you enjoy it?”

“Yes, Master.” She could feel the blush starting to fade from her face. Leash seemed to be enjoying himself at least a little, and somehow that made the embarrassment more bearable. She saw him smile in the mirror; the feeling surged again. His hand traced up her neck, up the side of her face. He rubbed her cheek for a moment, two fingers moving to her lips and brushing across them gently.

“Open your mouth.” She obeyed. His fingers slipped inside.

“Suck. And Watch.” She locked her eyes on the mirror before wrapping her lips around his fingers. She suckled softly, watching the look on her own face change. Her eyes had slid half-closed, a faint blush tinted her cheeks, and her lips looked somehow redder than before, eagerly wrapped around her master’s fingers. Leash stared straight into her eyes in the mirror, only the slightest smirk gave hint of any emotions as his fingers started to move in and out of her mouth. She kept suckling, running her tongue along them and around them. He pulled out all the way, his hand hovering just out of her reach. Her tongue twitched in her open mouth, still reaching for her master. The feeling had moved into her chest now, pulsating each time Leash touched her or ordered her. She wanted more of it.

“That’s good enough for practice.” Practice? He turned her to face him.
“Down.” His smile was gone as he pointed at the floor. Face to face with him again, he was far more intimidating. She kneeled. Fear mixed with the rising feeling, making her almost lightheaded. A voice in the back of her head was chanting, putting words to the feeling; Yes master, of course master, anything for you master…

That was not something she was used to. He pulled off the tight leather pants he had been wearing. She swallowed hard; She’d never done anything like this before. His fingers wound in her hair again, slowly pulling her closer to his exposed hard-on.

“Should I assume you know what to do?” Her answer was barely a whisper.
“Yes, Master.”

“Then open your mouth.”