Chapter 18

Karen was obviously uncomfortable any time plans are changed without notice. She had prepared for this session and followed his instructions on every detail. There was something about how cavalier that Master Robert had changed plans that made her angry and frustrated.

He was the paying customer, though, and this was just a fantasy session. It could be whatever he wanted it to be.

Customers changed their minds all the time. She had even talked the boys who liked Cheyenne and Savannah into learning submission in their session a few weeks earlier.

Yet, she was invested in this now. She wanted to follow through with what Master Robert’s initial plan for Betty was tonight. She was disappointed, frustrated, and a little infuriated with how casually he changed his mind.

It was like preparing a Thanksgiving feast only to be told at the last minute that the guests are vegan and won’t be eating the food you spent hours preparing to serve them.

That feeling was calculated on Master Robert’s part. He knew exactly how it would make Karen feel. It would have made him feel the same way. He was a planner like her as well. He was also several steps ahead of Karen.

He had watched vicariously with awe as Karen’s dominant desires started to emerge. This woman that looked so much like his ex-wife was taking charge of Betty and her family. It was primarily because of seeds he had planted.

If he had hovered and micro-managed things, she would have realized he was planting those seeds and grew suspicious of his motivations. His ex-wife had done that when he introduced her to BDSM. He wanted a different outcome for Karen.

“Yes, I have a better idea,” Robert dropped a thousand dollars in hundreds on the table. This was far more than his previous donations, and the most anyone had ever paid for a session with Betty and Karen.

He told Karen to take Piggy’s leash and follow him into the bedroom.

“Strip,” he said firmly once Karen closed the door behind him.

“I don’t get naked for these sessions, Master Robert” Karen was used to being asked to participate sexually in Pro-Domme sessions. She always made it clear that she would whip, touch, slap, even spit on them but not be touched or get naked.

“You do now,” Master Robert insisted.

There was something about how he said it that made Karen pause and think about it.

“I am not impressed by a thousand dollars. You can’t buy sex with me, Sir,” Karen said. Robert insisted on her addressing him with the protocol as a Master in previous sessions. She felt she was addressing him as a fellow dominant.

“Cut the shit and take out your tits. I am not interested in your excuses,” Robert didn’t address her comments. It was the same tactic Karen used when Cheyenne or Savannah tried to bait her into an argument. She would simply act like she was above talking to them about whatever accusation they wanted to make.

Karen acquiesced. She had several sessions with Master Robert in the past and felt comfortable enough with him that she could remove her top. She unstrapped the corset backing to the top and let the top drop revealing her natural tits. They were not nearly as impressive as her sister’s boobs but her nipples were rock hard with anticipation.

“Everything else,” Robert said.

“I would prefer to keep my bottoms on, Sir,” Karen said. She made no motion to hide her boobs. She was very self-aware that her tits were jiggling and shaking because she was nervous. Master Robert noted that nervousness in her voice.

“I am not going to ask again,” Robert said. It seemed like a threat, and yet it wasn’t. There was an aura of confidence about Robert that bewitched Karen. She had not really had anyone push back on her since she started dominating Betty around the house.

“I will but only because I choose to remove them, Sir,” Karen said as she peeled off the leather thong and stepped out of it, revealing a well-trimmed pussy.

“You shaved in anticipation of my visit. You knew I would tell you to undress,” Master Robert observed.

“I groomed myself,” Karen replied. She had groomed her pubic area neatly before his visit. She usually kept her bush hairy, and Robert had anticipated that. Karen could not explain why she had chosen to trim her pussy hairs and shave her legs. She had simply done it.

“You will keep your cunt hairless from now on,” Master Robert insisted. “I want you to set a good example for Piggy,” he said.

Karen could not argue with that logic. She agreed that she would do it, and she meant it.

“What do you want tonight’s session to be Sir?” Karen tried to change the subject. It was bothering her not to know what Robert intended to do. She had an entire outline of the scene with Piggy as a human cow in her mind. She had even purchased some vacuum pumps to attach to her sister’s tits and milk them. Milk wouldn’t come out, but it would have enhanced the scene.

“I will set the agenda. You are no longer Mistress Karen,” Robert said.

Karen was ready with a harsh retort that it was not up to him. Robert shushed her and said that he had elevated her to that role so that she could understand power and authority. She had done exceptionally well. He phrased his assessment in the past-tense.

It was difficult to argue with his positive assessment of her. Karen had been a natural teacher’s pet all of her life. She had always done extra credit to get the gold star in school. Robert looked like a college professor and his compliments pleased her. She was confused why he didn’t want her to be a mistress any longer if she had done so well.

“In order to understand control, you must give it up. You must be willing to surrender authority and never order your submissive to do something you would not do. Tonight I will teach you how to submit properly so that you know first-hand what to expect from your submissive. You will learn what motivates them,” he said.

“You can’t make me submit to you, Sir” Karen was ready to cover her tits with her hands and fold her arms across her chest, but she didn’t.

“I am not going to MAKE you do anything. I am going to tell you to do it, and you are going to obey. Get down on the floor. I want to go over the five basic submissive positions of crawl, squat, attention, inspection, and punishment with you...” he said.

Karen wasn’t hypnotized.

She wasn’t compelled by blackmail either.

On some level, she wished she had been. That would explain why she got down on the floor next to Betty and stuck her ass up and pushed her tits down to the floor.

If Robert had some magic power, he could have used to charm her into submission that might explain why she was obeying him when he adjusted her elbows and made her keep her legs further apart so he could see her asshole from behind.

If he had some terrible blackmail that he could threaten to expose her with then, she could justify squatting with her legs apart for him when he gave the command to squat.

There was no ulterior reason other than she wanted to submit to him and please him, and that terrified her on some level.

“Good, more pussy lip. I want to see your clit hood pushed out. Your cunt is fat and meaty. Pull your clit out and flick it a few times. That is how it should always look. You’ll need to do that if no one is around to do that for you when it recedes back into your folds,” he said.

Karen was very studious and had a remarkable memory. She listened to his rules during that session and internalized them. He told her how to walk, how to stand, how to squat, how to behave, and how to talk. He spanked her ass and applied pain to her while she held herself exposed and vulnerable for him to hit her in the most humiliating places.

Karen was able to endure the pain and rarely cried out. She was sweaty, and her makeup was running down her face, but she accepted his squeezes, pokes, slaps, and tweaks to her body. It was all things they would have done to Betty.

Her sister remained on the floor – unused and untouched for the session.

Robert engorged her pussy lips with suction cups and made her fuck herself with dildos and suck them until she gagged and threw up. He praised her for trying but beat her when she failed to please him. It sent Karen into sub-space. She had read about it but never had any experience with it.

When Robert took out heavy wooden dowels and leather floggers, she began to lose herself inside her own headspace. She tuned out the pain and participated more as an observer of her own pain and humiliation.