The Fair Mistress Theresa

Hi there, I'm back, again. If it looks like I just published two stories in a row, that is because of making the terrible mistake of accidentally breaking a rule of the website. It took a while for me to realize, but I edited the other story. I don't hold any grudges towards the moderators, I can understand their situation and the reasoning behind the guidelines.

On another topic, I hope you enjoy this one. If you have any suggestions for me to make, let me know in the comments below.

WARNING: this story contains an abusive subtext that becomes more apparent as it goes on. Please read with caution.

The Fair Mistress Theresa

Sometimes, being The Fair Mistress Theresa is not an easy thing. Waking up an hour before dawn, she puts on her silk robe and goes down to the basement, making her footsteps echo off the old stone walls. She nearly slips and curses the miserable light she carries with. How come I have to go down here, she grumbles, I am the house's mistress. I give order, the servant obeys with glee. Normally, she'd be right, if it weren't for the reason she went down to her dungeon: encased in a latex bed in front of her, lies Julie, her only maid.

Feeling the cold air creeping up her spine, The Fair Mistress Theresa turns on the heater along with the lights. She lays her hand on her servant's cocooned chest, where under a cold latex sheet beats a resilient heart, and a muffled languid voice that yearns for a word she has heard countless times: Joy. Because she is compassionate and merciful, she waits until the room's temperature is adequate to free her up.

--Rise and shine, worm --Theresa whispers to her ear--. You have served your "sentence".

The humanoid shape wriggles inside the two rubber layers, looking for an exit to jump out of it. There she stands a tall slim brunette beauty with a smooth milk skin and mesmerizing green eyes, who contrasts with the small but voluptuous redhead figure with piercing silver eyes. Further differentiating Julie from her mistress, the only garments that cover her body is a small chastity cage for her cock and balls. Her clit, as her Fair Mistress Theresa likes to call it.

--Thank you, Mistress --Julie spokes softly.

--Nuh-uh --replies Theresa shaking her finger from side to side--. What should you be saying?

--I'm very sorry, Mistress --Julie bows on her knees--. I shall not make the same mistake.

--If that's the case, stand up and say it properly.

Julie stands up once again but remains silent. She makes the most of every second for the words to queue on her tongue. Just as her Mistress' patience is at her limit, she says:

--Life is but life, and death but death!

Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath!

And if, indeed, I fail,

At least to know the worst is sweet.

Defeat means nothing but defeat,

No drearier can prevail!

The Fair Mistress Theresa smiles as she approaches her maid, proud of her own disciplinary methods, and caresses the almost flat chest of her sub.

--Good, you finally understand the difference between drearier and wearier.

--Yes, Mistress.

--Let this be a reminder to never tarnish Emily Dickinson's work again, worm.

--Never again, Mistress.

--Now come, back up --says Theresa before lowering her hand and poking delicately Julie's encased "clit"--. It's time for your morning routine.

Julie walks gracefully up the stairs and hallways, reaching her bathroom in no time. After taking a hot steaming shower, long enough for her fingertips to get wrinkled, she sits on the shower floor with her shaving kit at hand, and shaves any body hair deemed inappropriate for her. She smears on her fine face the gel, rubbing it in circles on her cheeks, and runs the razorblades easily over the foam, revealing little by little a smooth, hairless skin. And then on her chest, on her arms, on her legs, and even on her crotch, carefully guiding the razor around her clit; all while her Mistress keeps a close eye on her. Years ago they gave her the option of laser hair removal to prevent it from growing back, but in her infinite wisdom, the Fair Mistress Theresa opted for her maid to perform this ritual on a daily basis. "That will help her develop some consistency," she thought to herself.

Having dried her body, Julie goes back to her own room, where her Mistress Theresa was waiting for her. She stands still as her queen tightens her corset so tightly that it makes it difficult for anyone to breathe, unless they are used to wearing it for years like she is. Theresa wraps her sub several times with the measuring tape, checking and rechecking, before scribbling down in a notepad and reading the numbers out loud:

--32, 29, 34. Nice ass, but we need to work on your tits.

Theresa opens up a medical bag and lays a pile of meticulously selected pills on Julie's nightstand beside a glass of water, which are immediately taken in one big gulp. She then prepares a needle and tells Julie:

--Lay down.

Julie complies and feels a sting in her buttocks. She had already told her how unsteady she feels when taking her meds on an empty stomach, and she had received a canning for questioning her Mistress' decisions. She knew better than to repeat the same mistake, and just like many times before, she proceeds to prepare the breakfast as her Mistress takes a bath, and her mind battles to maintain consciousness.

After enjoying a delicate omelette, savoring each sour sip of freshly ground black coffee, and reading her morning edition of The Gazette, The Fair Mistress Theresa finally gives her maid Julie permission to eat her breakfast: two soft boiled eggs, and a green vegetable smoothie with nuts and seeds. The first time she had tried the drink she ended up spilling it all over her black uniform and the floor, before being instructed to clean it up with her tongue. Now her eyes don't even flinch as the viscous mix slides down her throat filling her thin stomach like a hammer, thanking it at least helps soothe her earlier discomfort.

It's a rather quiet day: the company runs steadier than ever, and there aren't any scheduled visits. The sun shines on the lush garden, laden with flowers and fruit buds, caressed by the gentle forest breeze. Finding herself lying in the middle of this serene setting, Mistress Theresa pulls her maid's head out of her crotch, telling her to stop pleasuring her, for she is in a more indulgent mood. In no time, she finds herself riding Julie passionately until getting tired, and demanding to be fucked by her. No more than an hour later, Theresa found herself satisfied by Julie and her skills with the strap-on; as much as she was tempted, she had no desire to let Julie off the cage. At least not yet.

After getting themselves dressed decently, Julie sits down to practice her daily piano lessons, and The Fair Mistress Theresa can't help but feel proud of herself. It's been ten years since her dear father, may he rest in peace, gave her the opportunity to own a personal sub for her eighteenth birthday. There were many to choose from the orphanage exit door, but Julie was the one to catch her attention. In those days she thought of herself as Andrew, such a vulgar name for the finest visage among the sea of brutish boys and plain girls, and of her same age nonetheless! She took her under her wing, and with a bit of discipline, she finally made her realize her true self as Julie. How could she not feel proud? There she was admiring Julie, gracefully adorning a bouffant dress, playing in perfect time some variations of Chopin sonatas just after shagging her. It took some work, more sticks than carrots, but Mistress Theresa felt somewhat accomplished.

For a long time, Theresa has felt that something is missing, and after receiving a message on her phone, she believes she is close to it.

--Julie, stop --Theresa orders.

--Yes, Mistress. --Julie's hands hover over the keys, her fingertips barely moving from where they stopped.

--Come here. --Julie obeys, standing in front of her owner--. Does the name Joy mean anything to you?

--Yes, Mistress. --That single syllable left her stunned.

How could it not mean anything to her? For a good part of the time she spent on the orphanage, Joy remained inseparable from him. While most of the boys harassed him for his feminine looks, she always lended him a hand whenever his mood was in the dumps. He can recall the many times they hid in the old cellar away from anyone, dreaming of whatever they would be when they grew up. Andrew said he wanted to be a construction worker, just to grow some muscle so no one would pick on him again, but he saw himself more of a painter, the only chore he found enjoyable in that hellhole. Joy, being honest, didn't know what she wanted to be other than a good person. There were many bullies wherever she went, that whenever she met someone nice felt like a blessing from the sky. If she could, she said, she could take every child away from there, give them the love and kindness they needed. Andrew suggested she could be a teacher, but Joy discarded the idea laughing. "I can hardly spell you the ABC's without stumbling, I don't want to imagine a whole classroom," she said. "But, it doesn't hurt to try". When he had already spent a year in Theresa's house, he cried himself to tears, mumbling in his sleep her name: Joy, Joy.

The Fair Mistress Theresa knew that, and she could not turn a deaf ear to those pleads.

--What if I told you --Theresa leans over to Julie, whispering in her ear-- that you could see her again?

--What? --She responded immediately dumbfounded.

Before anyone could say any other word, the doorbell rings, to which Theresa personally attends. As the delivery truck drives away, she explains herself loudly from the doorway to her maid.

--It took me a while to realize that what you were murmuring about was the name of a chick. It should've been someone you like a lot to call for her in your sleep for years, so I decided to track her down. By the time I discovered her identity, she had already come of age, left the orphanage, and, you know what they do with the stragglers.

Julie doesn't know what they do, but she feels more concerned when her mistress rolls a dog cage without any holes to the living room.

--She was passed from one job to another, doing simple tasks for several years until I found her a few weeks ago. --She taps the top of the cage with delight, having succeeded on another deed.-- But that's enough words from me, we have a reunion in our hands.

This was it, the moment Julie had dreamt for ten years was finally happening. As the Mistress's fingers open the locks, Julie shakes with glee to meet again with a once though lost friend. They may not have become what they expected to be, but if they had one another again in this crazy world there wouldn't be anything that could stop them.

The cage door opens and when its occupant gets out of it, Julie's wide smile vanishes the more she sees her. It's Joy, alright. She can recall those big green eyes from anywhere. She recognizes her pointy nose, her small ears, and those round cheekbones. But those things find themselves in a body she cannot recognize. A body she has to see crawling around like an animal.

The Fair Mistress Theresa said she was tossed around, from house to house. For each owner assigned to her, there was always that little flaw in their eyes, but nothing that was beyond their power to correct. Does she leave her hair everywhere? Run the hair clipper every month through her head, no matter if it pulls it out of the roots. She purses her lips while kissing? Full them up till they explode. Front or back lacking on curves? Nothing the good doctor can fix. Simply want to feel bigger than life? Just get her into the idea of crawling on all four, and woe to her if she ever stands up. Does she seem to resent the home she was given? Make her beg for it. For nearly eight years, those traits accumulated in her, shaping the young dreamer into a perversion of her. But do not worry because, despite all that, she has been put to good use.

The girl's eyes finally lift off the ground, examining her surroundings. She notices the two pairs of feet in front of her, looks at the legs, and follows them till reaching the faces of her new owners. She giggles quietly, raising her ass and lowering her head whiteout dropping her drowsy-yet-thrilled gaze. Her body trembles with ecstasy as she draws an immense grin on her face, uttering, in the midst of a river of her own drool, her first word in a long time:

--F-F-Fu-ck.

Watching her servant lost for words and slightly taking a step back, The Fair Mistress Theresa saw fit to provide her with some relief.

--Oh, don't put on that face! You should've seen her when I bought her.

--When you bought her? --Julie asks, astonished.

--Yeah, nothing to do with what you see now. I mean, how can you have that body and not be happy about it. She had such a long face that you could see the colors getting darker around her. I couldn't allow myself to bring her home like that. But then I had a great idea. I called one of the doctors and asked them to... modify her happy spot sensitivity up to eleven, so that even the slightest of movements feels like an orgasm. I left her with a vibrator so that she would get used to the feeling, but it seems she ran out of batteries. Oh, how cute is that?

Mistress Theresa looked away at her new pet fingering habit to look at her maid, who stood wide eyed in a long gasp. Theresa knew Julie would be surprised, but she didn't expect her to tremble with emotion.

--I knew you'd like her. Doesn't she look happy?

--Fuck. Fuck. --Joy's voice is saturated with a voracious hunger she so wanted to satisfy, leaving no trace of any other beyond that of a simple animal.

--Oh, what a fool I am! --Theresa exclaims--. The old lovers, despite all odds, reunited once more. I always believed this was only found in books, but here we are. The only thing missing for it to be perfect --with one hand she lowers the zipper of Julie's dress--, is to finally consummate your love.

As the zipper slider reaches the bottom, The Fair Mistress Theresa pulls down her maid's dress to her feet, revealing the slim figure to the bowing bald woman. Her corset-accentuated hourglass figure and small breasts direct the nymphet's gaze towards Julie's encased "clit", who instinctively brings out a hand to cover it before being retracted with a slap.

--No, no, no. Don't be shy. Give it some space.

The mistress finger's delicately caress the pink cage, effortlessly opening the lock. When the metallic piece hit the floor, the creature sees amazed the flaccid yet 4 inch long cock hanging from Julie's crotch, letting her imagination illustrate its potential.

--Fuck --she growls, extending her hand to her owner's sex, frozen in place just a few centimeters away, remounted to the various times she touched her toys without permission. She turns her head towards the lady and asks with pleading eyes--: Fuck?

--Of course, sweetie --Mistress replies, brimming with happiness--, you can fuck her!

--Fuck! --she exclaims, excitedly jumping towards Julie.

The hairless woman takes in her hands the cock and balls she had in front of her and plays with them. As she grabs the shrunken sack with one hand, she jerks Julie off, stretching it as much as she could. But despite the eagerness she did her labour, the dick was no harder than before.

--Oh, I'm sorry Julie --said Theresa, disheartened--. It's been years since I've locked you in, never giving you a real chance to maintain the equipment properly. But it's not too late yet, I still have an idea. Wait for me.

Just as The Fair Mistress Theresa runs out of the room, Julie crouches down, almost loses balance on her heels, and looks at that lecherous woman.

--Joy? --She whispers--. Is it really you?

--Fuck. --It had been ten years since they both exchanged words. The pace is slower, the tone lost the certitude it had, but Julie was sure it was Joy's voice under that sexualized body.

--Come on! You don't have to act when she's not here. Jesus Christ, how much have you had to endure to come to this?

--Fuck.

--Stop it, and listen! I've been pinching some pennies here and there for years, that bitch doesn't know about them. I prepared a bunch of ways to get out of here and hide far away from her. I barely have enough for myself, but if we both work together and put up with this bullshit for just a little longer, I think we can get out of here.

--Fuck. --The woman says, still fixated on the maid's flat breasts, oblivious to the words directed at her.

Julie takes the woman's face in her hands, pulls her closer to her's, and looks her right in the eyes. Her quivering pupils try to pierce through the girl's stubborn demeanor, all while her desperate whispers try to unearth the old Joy she holds so dear in her heart, shaking her head just to get her to say something else.

--Come on, Joy! It's me, Andrew! Don't you remember me? When I told you you would be a great teacher? That you only wanted to be a good person? That's what kept me going for all these ten years. There are so many people that enjoy degrading others just to amuse themselves, that's why there must be more good people. We can be there for others, show the world this isn't the only way to live. --A couple of tears fall down her cheeks--. Come on, say something!

Joy remains frozen for a moment without moving a muscle even to breathe. Her lips move and she brings them closer to Julie's face, who leans her ear in, casting a hook into the water hoping to catch something big. Trust me, you can tell me anything, she thinks, in that eternal second of utter silence. Then she feels a wet tongue slide through the side of her face, charged with an unknown force that repelled Julie, looking back in distress at the smiling creature with those familiar eyes lost in space, gleefully chuckling as it puts its hand between her legs bellows in her own language:

--Fuck! Fuck!

Julie's eyes widen just as much as her mouth, her lower jaw quivering before closing back, chattering the teeth. That blow she felt on her chest traveled to her legs, shaking then collapsing unto themselves. Julie finds herself on her knees, barely holding on her hands, unable to look away from that thing that lusts for her. That thing with Joy's eyes.

--Aww, how adorable you look together! I knew you missed each other so much!

The Fair Mistress Theresa walks into the room, full of bliss at the sight of her beloved maid mingling with the new pet. She carries in one hand a black box that connects to an iron rod that she holds in her other hand.

--It's a good thing I still have this from the ranch. This should get you in the mood for some romantic time with her.

She puts the box on the floor and connects it to the nearest outlet.

--Now, Julie, would you stand up and bend over? Please? --Theresa asks, as if she were dealing with a market clerk.

--I... --Julie turns to her mistress, stuttering and flabbergasted--. I-I-I don't fuh-feel go...

--Stand up, and bend over! --Theresa orders with a stern voice.

Almost as if by mere reflex, Julie obeys. The Fair Mistress Theresa pours lubricant on the metallic dildo before shoving it inside her maid's ass, amidst a couple of groans and gasps coming from her. She knew there was a reason to demand her maid to have an edema on a daily basis, now she knew why. Under Julie is the bald woman playing with Julie's flaccid cock like a cat.

--We used this to give bulls an erection whenever we needed to artificially breed other cows. I think this must work as well on people.

Mistress Theresa flips a switch, turning on red bright light, and slowly turns the knob on the black box, passing through the arrow the row of numbers from two until reaching the three digits. At first Julie felt an incessant tingling on her dilating anus, instinctively trying to eject the metal plug shoved inside, only to feel the relentless currents pulling and pushing the muscles and tendons and the lower half of the body. The more the voltage is increased, the more her heels clack the floor, and the more her teeth clench and her hands hold on her knees.

The bald thing is hypnotized by the rhythm her owner was making, only to be lured in by the growing cock she has in front of her.

--Fuck. --It says before sucking on Julie's dick, swallowing it whole and pleasuring itself at the same time.

Julie tries to keep her mouth shut, but between the electricity roaming on her ass, and the sensations the little nymph makes her feel, breaks the tight seal she imposed on herself. As much as she restrains her natural urges, her gasps and groans let her mistress know the arousal she feels, only supported by the deep moan she expelled as the pet's mouth is filled with cum.

--Pretty tasty, isn't it? --asks Theresa.

--Fuck! --shouts the thing accidentally spitting the load she still has.

--Good. --Theresa takes the nymph from her houlders and places her face up on the hall table--. JULIE!

Julie turns her head slowly to her mistress.

--What are you waiting for? She has been waiting for you for ten years! Don't leave her hanging on!

Julie approached the table, dragging the feet slowly over the floorboards, inadvertently leaving behind the stilettos; as far as she knew, her feet had become of lead and made no difference. She was greeted by two slaps on her behind by her Mistress: one for not replying to her order, the other for wearing off without permission. Julie looked in front of her the bald woman resting on her back, spreading her legs and cunt with her fingers, smiling all while she mutters "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." over and over again. She feels an increased jolt through her ass, sees her cock aiming for its target, and she hears a whisper, gentle, passionate, burrowing inside her head:

--Fuck her.

Julie's member slithers through the nymph's moist cave, shivering more and more in ecstasy as its end is marked by a closed-eyes moan. She freezes still, with her hands on the things thighs, with all the years of training overwritten by the sight of those eyes from yesterday. Those green animal eyes. Suddenly she is brought out of her memories by a brief electric jolt through her ass, which the nymph seems to find funny.

--What are you waiting for? Get on with it!

Instantaneously Julie thrusts her hips back and forth, grabbing onto the ass of the bald woman as if her life depends on it. Tiredness comes from time to time, but the frequent discharge of energy gives her the motivation to go faster and stronger than before. She pants. She sweats. She keeps her body in motion all while she cums multiple times inside of her pet. She fixates on the pale ceramic skin, its hourglass figure, the giant breasts bouncing in synchrony with her thrusting. She does whatever she can to nor look at the bald head turning to all sides, filling the room with moans, rarely repeating the word Fuck over and over again, each time more seductive than before. All this helps to just not look at those eyes.

All while she fingers herself on the couch, The Fair Mistress Theresa finally lets go of the black box, and contemplates the joyful sight in front of her. How come from such a birthday present she had bliss to be part of a love story. She feels content at having a hand in reuniting these two twin souls together. She is so full of euphoria that, just like her maid, lets out some tears, and moans in unison alongside the two lovers as they both come for one final time for the day.

***

As the last ray of sunlight sets, the voices become increasingly impatient. The packed room is drowning in the noise of the guests. "Where are they? Where have they gone? Is this what I came here for?" The gala of men and women pour themselves another drink before chatting between them, and looking for the nearest exit, until suddenly, a voice from upstairs calms the uneasy crowd:

--Sorry for keeping you waiting. We had some problems getting ready.

The room goes silent as three figures walk down the stairs. The large crowd gathers at the wall, making way for the hostess, her maid, and their crawling pet, which deviates slightly from its mistresses.

--Fuck! Don't! --the maid exclaims quietly, tucking the leash and flogging the pet's ass cheek.

When they reach the center of the room, the guests can finally admire in a better light the attire of the three women, beginning with The Fair Mistress Theresa, who despite her meager stature stands proud of her curvaceous body, wearing high heeled boots and a rubber high cut bodysuit that flaunts her breasts to the world, all while she smirks with a cigarette holder between her fingers. By contrast, Julie adopts a stern pose on high heels, covered by a latex trench coat that barely show her ankles, holding a riding crop on one hand and clutching the chain leach on the other, wearing a latex domino mask that gives an alluring look to that blank stare. Finally, the countless eyes in the room fixate on the lustful being crawling on all fours, her massive tits hanging just a few inches over the floors, bounded by a leather harness from her thighs to her breasts, a pair of fingerless latex opera gloves and an adjusted collar. Its head is covered by a spiked rubber hood that only exposes a pair of plump, drooling, crimson lips that display a perpetual deviant smile. It turns its head over and over, giggling as it sniffs the perversions of its audience.

--She looks so hot! --a man from the group exclaims.

--I know right! --remarks Mistress Theresa--. You have to thank my dear Julie for the style. The gloves and the straps strangling her tits were my idea, but it wouldn't have been like this if she hadn't chosen this delicious mask. She bought it as soon as she could with HER OWN MONEY! Even while she trains Fuck, she doesn't let her get it off. It seemed that she had the knack for some domineering.

The public chatters as Fuck yapps frantically with her fingers reaching her asshole.

--Fuck! Fuck! Fuh-- She is promptly interrupted by a swift swing by the maid's crop.

--Hands on the floor, and still. --Julie orders, her sight nowhere near her pet.

The crowd mutters anxious, no longer recognizing the meek trainee from years ago.

--If that left you speechless, then check this out. Julie...--Theresa makes a movement with her hand, to which her maid obeys.

Julie's coat falls at her leather-booted feet, revealing her dashing pale figure, covered only by a corset that tightens her wasp like waist, which help to boast to the prying eyes around her her long dangling cock and her brand new D-Sized breasts, courtesy from the same doctor that played with Fuck's happy spot.

--You can look as much as you want, but no touching yet! --Mistress Theresa walks around her near naked maid, showcasing the bodies of her girls to the world around them, in hope of someone to desire her exclusively.

Phones are brought out, tape rolls steady, and a thousand lights flash around the three muses. Fuck tries to reach for someone's dick before she is tugged back and settles for fondling with her breasts. Julie stands next to her dear Mistress Theresa, static like a sculpture without even flinching an eye. Her elegant demeanor distracts her viewers from the visage behind that domino mask, where any sense of loathing is masqueraded by an abysmal abnegation that keeps her on her feet.

--All right, that's enough --says Theresa--. The night can begin with the sodomization of our little pet in front of everyone...

--Fuck! Fuck! --Fuck jumps straight to the nearest coffee table, and waggles her ass in front of everyone.

--Thank you, BUT, I would like it if we could open with some words from our dear Julie.

Theresa leaves her maid Julie in the spotlight. The crowd remains silent, desirous to hear her unmuddled voice. Julie's mind ran wild cursing every being in this room, damming every action that brought them to this point, but her lips she recalls this same atmosphere, and her tongue rolls the song it had last sung in such conditions:

--'T is so much joy! 'T is so much joy!

If I should fail, what poverty!

And yet, as poor as I

Have ventured all upon a throw;

Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so

This side the victory!

The End?