Mistresses of the Hidden Craft
Copyright© 2025 by Saakael
Chapter 6
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 6 - “BDSM: A sacred discipline of witchcraft, where power, restraint, and sensation are shaped into ritual and mastery. Conceived by witches; later stolen and crudely imitated by humans.” — Lexicon of Magical Arts, Vol. I Witches don’t play with BDSM. They perfect it. At Kael Manor, every ritual fuses dominance and devotion; every restraint is a lesson, every shiver a step toward power. And once you’re caught in their world… escape isn’t really the point.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Magic BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Spanking
“The success of Phase Two relies upon discipline, humility, and an unshakable respect between Mistress and submissive.”— Lecture notes, MDAP Instructor Training Seminar
April 16, 2025 – Kael Family Manor (Irish countryside) – 7:23 p.m.
“Freaking psychopath! You’d better unchain me right now, or you’ll see exactly what a Kael is made of!”
Lucina, seated calmly at the edge of the bed, rolled her eyes with the faintest smile.
The young heiress of the Kael family was still sprawled naked on her mattress, locked tight in gleaming shackles. Her wrists and ankles were pulled cruelly together in a strict hogtie, her long dark hair bound back and connected to her big toes with a taut cord, forcing her head upright—chin lifted, eyes locked on the whiteboard across the room.
The only difference now was that the gag had been removed. But Sybille was doing anything but making sensible use of her recovered voice.
“You have no idea who you’re dealing with! I’ll tear you to pieces—I’ll make you regret the day you ever crossed my path!”
This time, Lucina couldn’t help but laugh.
“Well, what a fiery little submissive we’ve got here,” she murmured, letting the riding crop she still held trace a slow, deliberate line across her captive’s back.
“I am not your submissive, you bitch! I’m the heiress of the Kael family!” Sybille roared again, thrashing in her shackles even though she knew perfectly well there wasn’t the slightest chance of breaking free.
“Oh yes, you are,” Lucina replied calmly.
Without warning, she raised her riding crop and snapped it lightly across Sybille’s right buttock. The strike wasn’t meant to hurt, but it made Sybille jolt instantly with a sharp little cry of surprise.
“Don’t you dare do that again!” she shouted, shooting Lucina a murderous glare. “I’ve been patient so far, but if you don’t unchain me in the next ten seconds, I won’t be held responsible for what happens next.”
“So many threats from such a powerless little witch,” Lucina said as she rose from the bed, studying the young woman with cool amusement. “You can’t do anything against me, Sybille. I’m stronger than you—and besides, the Magic Council places a little enchantment on every witch who signs the register. For the next two years, your magic cannot be used against me, nor can it undo anything I do to you.”
Sybille’s eyes widened in shock. She had already noticed her spells refusing to touch Lucina, but she had chalked it up to surprise and fatigue—a temporary lapse. If what Lucina was saying was true, though, then she was truly defenseless against her so-called Mistress.
“You’re bluffing...” Sybille shot back, though the doubt on her face betrayed her words.
Lucina only shrugged. “Believe whatever you like. It makes no difference to me.”
“Set me free right now!” Sybille barked again, returning to her one and only demand.
“Free you from what?” Lucina asked with a smile. “From your shackles—or from your commitment to me?”
“Both, you lunatic!”
Lucina pretended to hesitate, though the amusement plain on her face only made Sybille seethe harder.
“No,” she finally said with a shrug.
“No? You’ve got to be kidding me!” Sybille snapped, writhing even harder in her chains.
“You heard me,” the Mistress replied as she sat back down beside Sybille. With a gesture halfway between affectionate and commanding, she stroked the girl’s hair. “As a submissive, you don’t get a say in your physical condition. If I decide you’ll be chained, gagged, suspended from the ceiling—or whatever else your training requires—your role is not to resist, but to endure.”
Sybille opened her mouth to hurl more insults, but Lucina cut her off first. “And as for being freed from your commitment—that would mean abandoning your training as a Magical Dominatrix. But as Councilor Amaterasu already explained, the moment you signed the register you surrendered any right to walk away from the MDAP before either graduation ... or expulsion.”
She let the silence hang for a moment, then allowed her smile to widen ever so slightly. “So yes, Sybille Kael—you are legally, physically, and magically bound to me until April 16, 2027. Isn’t that a comforting thought?”
The realization left Sybille speechless. She did, in fact, remember Amaterasu’s words.
“In signing this register, Miss Kael, you formally accept your place in the Magical Dominatrix Ascension Program—or MDAP, as you call it today. By the same act, you bind yourself to secrecy, never to reveal the teachings of the program to outsiders, and you pledge to follow the path to its end—whether that end be your dismissal, or the day you earn the title of Magical Dominatrix.”
Of course, that bitch of a Councilor had conveniently left out one little detail: that by signing, she was also agreeing to put herself at the mercy of that leather-clad sadist with delusions of grandeur.
A sudden realization flashed through Sybille’s mind—she wasn’t entirely powerless after all. She still had one weapon left.
“If you think my mother’s going to accept this, you’re dead wrong. She’ll reduce you to dust if you don’t set me free right now!”
Lucina let out a low chuckle, then gave Sybille’s right buttock another sharp little snap with the riding crop.
“Ah, the old ‘I’ll tell my mommy’ threat,” Lucina said, her voice dripping with amusement. “Didn’t work back when I was a schoolteacher, and it certainly won’t work now that I’m your Dominatrix.”
Sybille thrashed against her shackles again, but she remained as helpless as ever before Lucina’s calm authority.
“Your mother is fully aware of your situation,” Lucina explained in a calm tone. “As a Magical Dominatrix, she knows exactly what Phase Two involves. In fact, she was the one who suggested your training take place here.”
Sybille shot her Mistress a murderous glare, but she had to admit the explanation made sense. It fit.
That didn’t mean she was ready to surrender. Not by a long shot.
“I demand to speak to her! Right now! I—mmpphhfff!!”
Her words were cut short by the sudden reappearance of the ball gag between her lips. Lucina hadn’t touched it; she had simply cast a spell that sent it floating neatly back into place. The same enchantment pulled the strap tight behind Sybille’s head, locking it securely and plunging her back into silence.
“From this moment on, we’re going to set a few rules,” Lucina announced, her voice slipping back into that strict blend of schoolteacher and Dominatrix. “Rule number one concerns your vocabulary. From now on, words like ‘I demand’ and ‘I order’ will be replaced with ‘please’ and ‘may I.’”
She tapped the crop lightly against her palm, as though punctuating a lecture.
“Every request will be phrased with courtesy. Every sentence will reflect respect. If you forget ... well, let’s just say I have plenty of creative ways to help you remember.”