Her True Calling
Hilda Overton was hardly a large woman. At five foot four and with short, blond hair and twinkling blue eyes, she hardly looked to be the type of a woman who would dominate anyone, but that was part of the fun of doing what she did, of lording it over and controlling women who should have been more dominant than her but were not and while Hilda Overton hardly considered herself a harsh mistress there were certain things she expected of her minions and the first and foremost of these was that she was to be obeyed in all things and at all times. It was that message that she was having to reinforce even now.
“Now you understand, Miko,” she told the bound woman in front of her, “you understand that this is not something I like to do.”
The young Asian woman struggled against the restraints but of course, that did nothing to free from her bonds.
“And now I must come up with a suitable punishment form you.”
The young woman tried to say something but of course, the gag prevented any communication.
“Miko, Miko, Miko. You know that’s not going to do any good,” her mistress said. “If I wanted to hear what you had to say, I wouldn’t have bothered to put the gag on.”
Miko stopped struggling and her mistress sighed. That was the problem with these subs. They went out and did something stupid and they expected that no one would ever find out what they did and if someone did find out, that they could somehow just talk their way out of it.
Ridiculous, and yet something had to be done.
She looked down at the exposed rump of the girl in front of her and an idea started to form in her head and the more she thought about it, the more pleased she was with her idea.
“Tammy,” she called out.
Her longest and most trusted slave rushed to her mistress’s side. “Yes, Mistress Hilda.”
“This slave.” and here, Hilda spat out the word slave as if even that was too good a title for the girl in front of her, “this slave violated a direct order. What do you think should become of her?”
“She needs to be punished, Mistress Hilda.”
“Indeed, she does. Do you see the girl’s bottom?”
“Yes, Mistress Hilda.”
“I want you to give her a smack for me.”
“Yes, Mistress Hilda,” and with that, the one slave girl spanked the ass of the other.
“Now tell her that she is a worthless piece of whore meat that doesn’t deserve to be touched by mistress’s hands.”
“You’re a worthless piece of whore meat that doesn’t deserve to be touched by the Mistress’s hands,” Tammy told the hapless girl.
“Tell her that the Mistress will not soil her hands by touching such a worthless piece of whore meat.”
“The Mistress will not soil her hands by touching your worthless body,” Tammy spat out.
Miko’s body tried to move but the restraints kept her firmly in place.
“Ten more slaps each just like that,” the Mistress said, “just like that from you and the other girls and each slap, you and the others say the same things you said just now. Do you think that can handle that?”
“Yes, Mistress Hilda.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, Mistress Hilda. I’m sure.”
“All right then. See to it.”
Tammy certainly did see to it while the Mistress watched because as much as she might trust a slave to perform a rudimentary, little chore, she still didn’t trust a slave, any slave, to get the job done right without direct supervision and really, when it came right down to it, there really was no such thing as a trusted slave.
The punishment was administered under Hilda’s watchful eyes and when it was done, she removed the gag from Miko’s mouth.
“I’m sorry, Mistress Hilda,” were the first words out of the girl’s mouth.
“Oh, Miko. I’m sure you are. You’re sorry you got caught.”
“It won’t happen again,” Miko pleaded.
“But, Miko dear, that’s what you said the last time. How am I supposed to believe you now?”
Miko said nothing.
“I am your mistress. I deserve the best you have to offer me. I deserve your total and unconditional love.”
Miko looked like she was about to say something but at the last moment, she chose instead to keep her mouth quiet.
“Do you love me, Miko?”
“Yes, Mistress Hilda.”
“Do you love me more than life itself?”
“Yes, Mistress Hilda.”
“And you see how much you’ve hurt me with your insubordination.”
“Yes, Mistress Hilda.”
“You see how you’ve hurt the one you love.”
“Yes, Mistress Hilda.”
“And you promise you won’t do it again.”
“I promise, Mistress Hilda. I promise I won’t ever do it again.”
It wasn’t like Hilda actually believed the girl and hell, punishing her slaves was part of the fun in training them but Hilda knew you couldn’t keep training them forever. Sooner or later, you had to let them show you what they had learned.
“Do you know you’re worthless?”
“Yes, Mistress Hilda. Your slave knows that she is a worthless, little slut.”
Hilda Overton couldn’t help but grin underneath her stern exterior. She did so like it when her slaves told her just how worthless they were. “Well,” she said in a reluctant tone, “it does go against my better judgment, but I suppose maybe I can give a worthless, little slut like you a chance to at least redeem herself in some way. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” the Asian girl begged. “Please let me redeem myself.”
“All right, girls. Let her up.”
The other slaves did exactly that, undoing the bindings that held the hapless Miko in place and letting Miko crawl over to their mistress.
Hilda tapped the wetness between her legs. “I think you know what to do with this,” she said.
And indeed she did. Not for the first time was Hilda reminded why she kept the Asian girl around. She might forget her place from time to time to time, but when her tongue finally found its way between Hilda’s legs, well, that was certainly a thing of wonder.
What came next though caught the mistress completely by surprise.
She yelped. Not the slave but the mistress and the reason she yelped was ...
“Did you just bite me?” she asked with incredulousness.
“I’m sorry, Mistress Hilda.”
“Not yet, but you will be,” the blond threatened menacingly. “Whatever possessed you to do something like that?”
“I ... I don’t know. I just thought—”
“You just thought what?”
“I don’t know.”
“You thought I’d like to have some slimy, little slave girl nipping at my thighs. Is that what you thought?”
“No, I mean, I guess I wasn’t thinking. I mean—”
“You’re damned right you weren’t thinking. Didn’t I just tell you what a terrible position you put me in and then you go and do something like this? What the hell am I going to do with you?”
“I’m really sorry, Mistress Hilda. Really I am.”
“Not yet, but you will be. Girls, bring the slut.”
Hilda didn’t even look to see if her minions were following her. It was just expected that they were. Her slaves were after all, well trained slaves. Well, all but one of them that was, and there were ways to deal with a lone miscreant.
“What are you going to do to me?” Miko wailed.
Hilda just smiled to herself. That was part of the fun in meting out the punishment. You didn’t have to tell the person being punished what was happening. You could just let them think about what might happen.
It wasn’t much, Hilda thought and not for the first time, but it was something. She called it her dungeon but what it really was was a little room in the back of the house where she could bring all her bad little girls. “Put her up there,” Hilda told her slaves, “and bind her. I don’t want the bitch to be able to move her arms or her legs.”
There was no doubt in anyone’s mind what Hilda meant by that and soon, the hapless Asian girl was bound to a metal mesh that all of the girls had spent some time strapped to at some time in their stay in their mistress’s house. Of course, some of them had spent longer times than others bound to the meshing. It just depended on how quick they were to learn their lessons and how likely they were to keep from repeating their transgressions.
“So little girl likes to bite,” Hilda said. “Well, as it is, I have something that can bite, too.”
“What?” Miko asked.
Hilda reached for a box and each of the slaves knew what was inside. “I’ve got something that bites, too,” Hilda said as she fixed one of the clamps on the girl’s nipples and then she affixed the other of the clamps on the other nipple.
“Ow,” the girl groaned.
“Shut up, Miko. I don’t want to hear it.”
“But please, Mistress Hilda.”
“No. You need to learn to respect your betters.”
Miko couldn’t help but moan as the clamps dug into her sensitive flesh. “Please,” she begged again.
“No. We’ll just leave those there until morning and—”
“’Til morning,” the unfortunate girl wailed. “No, please.”
“’Til morning,” Hilda said. “Come, girls.”
“No,” Miko wailed but it was to no avail. No one was listening to her as her moans faded off into a series of whimpering groans and then died out altogether as the door to the room was closed behind her.
Hilda didn’t give the girl another thought as she prepared to go to bed that night. A night with the clips on her nipples wasn’t going to hurt the girl. Maybe she might even learn something from the experience. It was possible even if it wasn’t likely.
The next morning, Hilda woke up feeling lethargic and she wasn’t sure why until she started to remember the events from the night before and the bitch in her dungeon. Everything had been going just fine until Miko had had to act out but dealing with the girl had just put a real damper on things.
Hilda rolled over in bed. She really should get up she told herself but her girls could take care of themselves for once. She just wanted to sleep.
It was nearly noon when she finally pulled herself out of bed and even then, something seemed off. She didn’t want to wear the black, leather corset that she usually wore but she wasn’t sure what she did want to wear. All she knew was she wanted to wear something else.
At least, it seemed as if her slaves were doing fine without her. In a way, it bothered her and in a way it didn’t. It bothered her that they didn’t seem to need her direction, but at least it was good to know that they could take care of themselves for a short while even if she weren’t around to do the job for them.
Whew. Why was she so tired, she asked herself. It was as if ... it was as if she just couldn’t get herself going.
And there was something else. Her pussy was ... okay, it wasn’t a bad thing to admit it but her pussy was wet. She let a hand stroke herself between her legs.
“Ow!”
What the fuck! That had hurt or more to the point, her pussy had hurt where her hand had touched it. Gingerly, she reached down and gingerly, she touched herself again.
Ow. That hurt.
What the hell was going on down there. Even more gingerly, she probed herself but the results were the same.
“Elena,” she called out to one her slaves. “Get over here.”
The dark-haired girl with the smallish face came over to her mistress. “Yes, Mistress Hilda?”
“I want you to look at my pussy and I want you to tell me what you see.”
“It looks like a pussy, my Mistress.”
“Yes, I know, but is there anything wrong with it?”
“Wrong with it?”
Hilda fought back the urge to chastise the girl for her stupidity. “It hurts,” she said in a tight voice. “I want you to look at it again and I want you to tell me if you can see any reason why it might hurt.”
The girl looked again. “There seems to be a welt,” she said finally.
“A what?”
“A welt, Mistress. You know. Like a bump or a bruise or something like that.”
“A welt!”
“It’s probably nothing.”
“You dolt. What do you mean it’s nothing. It hurts.”
“It doesn’t look that bad.”
“I don’t care what it looks like. I care what it feels like. It hurts, I tell you. It hurts.”
“I could probably make it feel better.”
“How?”
“I could kiss it.”
“You idiot. That would only make it hurt more.”
The girl just shrugged. “I could try.”
“Get away from me, you stupid girl. I don’t want to hear any of your nonsense.”
“I only wanted to help, Mistress.”
“Go away, you stupid girl,” Hilda ordered.
“Yes, ma’am,” and with that, the girl backed away.
What the hell was wrong with her, Hilda wondered. She went to her bathroom to see if she could see for herself. Gingerly, she reached down and ...
Ow, that stung.
But at least it wasn’t hurting like it had been before.
Her hand stroked her pussy again. No indeed. It definitely wasn’t as bad as it had been before. In fact, the more she touched herself, the more the pain was starting to subside. It was ... it was ...
Stop it, she told herself. She wasn’t supposed to ...
She wasn’t supposed to what? Her hand was rubbing her pussy even harder now. She didn’t even think about the fact that her pussy had been in pain just minutes before. Now all she could think about was how needy her pussy was and how hot it was making her having her hand do what it was doing.
Maybe she’d been a bit hasty, she told herself. Maybe she’d been a bit hasty sending Elena away but it couldn’t be helped now and she certainly wasn’t going to waste time calling her back now. Oh geez, she was close. Oh geez, she was so fucking close.
She was so close. Just a little bit more here. Tease her clit just a little bit there, and ...
Oh fuck. She was cumming. Oh fuck. That was so good. Oh fuck. She was cumming so fucking good.
Guiltily, she pulled her hand back and she looked at herself in the mirror. What the hell’s the matter with you, Hilda told herself. You were playing with your pussy just like one of those sluts would do if she’d allowed them to do it. What the hell was the matter with you?
It was only one time, Hilda told herself but the answer didn’t satisfy her. She wouldn’t have accepted that answer from her slaves so why should she accept it from herself.
Weird, she told herself. It was just weird.
She got herself dressed and then she went out to see to her charges.
It was some time later when Hilda took a couple of her slaves with her to go visit Miko in the dungeon. “So how’s my little slave girl today,” she asked.
“Very sorry, Mistress,” Miko whimpered.
Hilda liked that. She liked the tone of total obedience but her girls were good at trying to get away with crap. They never learned that she always caught them and when she did, it was always worse for them when she did. Still, she had to know. “Sorry for what, Slave?”
“Sorry for biting you,” Miko whimpered. “I shouldn’t have done it. You do so much for us. You only want what’s good for us. We should understand that every order you give us is only for our own good and if you punish us, it’s because that is for our own good, too.”
Hilda liked that, especially the last part, but again, sometimes, her slaves only said what they thought she wanted to hear. “Perhaps you’d like to prove yourself to me.”
“Of course.”
Hilda nodded to the two other slaves. “Untie her,” she said and the girls of course did her bidding. “So you want to prove yourself,” Hilda said again.
“Yes.”
“All right, Slave. Kneel down and kiss my feet.”
Miko knelt and she kissed Hilda’s feet. Soft, wet kisses they were and then ...
And then those kisses just started to work their way up Hilda’s legs.
She really should stop this, Hilda told herself. After all, she hadn’t told the girl to go past her feet but she couldn’t help but admit that it felt good and it was only then that she remembered just what it was that had gotten Miko tossed into her dungeon. Maybe this was the right thing to do. Maybe she really should let the girl show if she’d learned her lesson.
Higher Miko rose. She was up to Hilda’s knees and then she was kissing her way up the insides of Hilda’s thighs. She was almost there.
“So you want some of this?” Hilda asked.
Miko nodded.
“Well all right then. Continue.”
Miko’s tongue moved even higher and then her tongue was licking at her pussy and at her clitty and oh fuck yeah, oh yeah, that tongue felt good.
“Keep it up,” Hilda told the girl.
And Miko did exactly that, her tongue nuzzling its way between Hilda’s legs and finding its way to Hilda’s special place.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Hilda moaned. “Oh yeah, that’s good.”
And Miko just kept licking her Mistress’s pussy.
“Oh fuck,” Hilda moaned again. “Oh fuck.”
And Miko was doing exactly what her mistress wanted. She just kept licking her mistress’s pussy until ...
Until her mistress started cumming in her mouth and even then, Miko just kept right on licking.
“Oh Miko,” Hilda moaned.
And Miko kept right on licking.
“If I knew you were going to lick pussy like this,” the mistress said as her body shook again. “If I knew you were going to lick a pussy like this, I would have thrown you in my dungeon a long time ago.”
The next morning, Hilda woke up to find she had something new to contend with. She had breasts.
Oh, of course, it wasn’t like she hadn’t had breasts before but these were different. Before, her breasts ... well, they hadn’t exactly been small but they’d never been this large either.
And there was something else she realized. She liked her tits.
Tits, Hilda thought. She hadn’t ever called them that. Tits sounded so common and low. They’d always been breasts before.
Yeah, but she hadn’t had tits like these before. She poked herself just to make sure they were real and oh my God, they were definitely real.
They were so big. They were so full. They didn’t just fill up her hand anymore. Now, they overwhelmed her hands.
And what was worse was that she was having trouble. She was having trouble not playing with her tits. Stop that, she told herself. Stop it. You have to get dressed.
And that led her to another revelation. Just what the hell was she going to wear. Her standard black, leather corset wasn’t going to fit her anymore and besides, she didn’t want to to shove her fun bags into something like that. She wanted them out where people could see them.
She giggled a bit at that. Why had she called them that. Fun bags. That was such a derogatory term, and yet ... she poked them again ... well, they were kind of fun.
But still, she needed to find something to wear.
She looked through everything in her closet. No, no, no. None of this was going to work. Most of it was leather and all of it was black. What was this? Was she going to a funeral or something? She didn’t want to wear black.
So what the hell was she going to wear.
“Miko,” she called out. “Come here.”
Her little Asian slave came bounding up to her mistress. “Yes, Mistress Hilda,” she said.
“Miko, would you look at the clothes in my closet.”
Miko, of course, looked at the clothes in her mistress’s closet.
“Do you see anything wrong with my clothes?”
Miko again looked at the clothes and then she looked blankly back at her mistress.
“They’re all black,” Hilda said.
Once more, Miko looked back in the closet, almost as if she were verifying what her mistress had said. “Yes, ma’am,” she said.
“Do you see anything wrong with that?”
The bewildered girl shook her head. As far as she could tell, there was nothing wrong with that.
“They’re all black,” Hilda said again. “I think I need a little more color.”
“Okay,” the Asian girl said hesitantly.
“I want you to go in the other girls’ rooms and I want you to find me something for me to wear, something with color, and something that shows off my tits.”
“You want to wear slave girl clothes?!”
Wait, that was wrong, Hilda told herself. She wasn’t supposed to be like the others. She was better than them. She needed to be set apart from them ... but dammit, she wanted something colorful to wear and she really wanted something that would show off her tits. “Just get me something to wear,” she said.
Miko shook her head even as she went off to find something for her mistress to wear. This wasn’t right, the slave kept telling herself, but really, it wasn’t her place to question her mistress. She just hoped she wasn’t going to totally screw this up.
She came back with a whole pile of clothes. All of the girls had helped out but she had the feeling that they were all perfectly willing to help out as long as they weren’t the ones that had to face their mistress.
Hilda went through the clothes that Miko had brought. Someone had supplied a pink t-shirt that Hilda just loved. it was a bit on the small side but Hilda soon discovered that a tight little t-shirt was a great way to show off your boobs, especially if you didn’t have a stupid bra that you had to shove them into.
The t-shirt was not only tight but it was short as well, leaving a good bit of her midriff exposed. Hilda chose some jeans to jeans to wear. She hadn’t worn jeans in like forever, she told herself, and she’d forgotten just how good it felt to squeeze herself into a tight pair of jeans. It was funny though. She almost thought her hips were wider and her waist was smaller but really, that just had to be her imagination and besides, these really weren’t her clothes. If they were, they wouldn’t have been this tight on her.
“Is there anything else I can get for you, Mistress?”
Hilda had been looking at herself in the mirror and she’d almost forgotten that her slave was there. “No,” she said. “No, I think that’s fine. You can go now.”
“As you wish,” the girl said, and with that, she left her mistress alone.
It was certainly different, Hilda thought. It was certainly different to be dressed like one of her sluts, well not really like them. She’d never tolerate them being dressed like this when they were around her but this was how they dressed when she allowed them to go out on their own and it was kind of fun to be dressed like this.
Of course, she couldn’t help but notice the looks she was getting from her slaves but because she was the mistress, she chose not to notice them. After all, they were supposed to watch her and not her watch them. That’s why she was the mistress.
The next day when she woke up, she could tell her breasts were larger.
There was something else as well, something that was much more irksome. Her slaves didn’t seem to be behaving very slave-like.
It wasn’t anything that she could put her finger on exactly but it was just like they seemed to be acting as if they had a little more attitude but that couldn’t be right. They were slaves and slaves didn’t have attitude.
She hadn’t noticed it at first but Miko was watching her. Not doing anything. Just watching.
Finally though, it seemed that Miko grew tired of watching. “Hey,” she said to Hilda. “Come here.”
There wasn’t a reason why she should have done what the other girl told her to do and yet, even though she knew this in her head, it was harder to keep that thought in her mind. She went over to where Miko was standing.
“Are your tits bigger?” the Asian girl asked.
Hilda looked down at herself. “You know what,” she said guilelessly, “I really think they are.”
“I thought so.”
Hilda couldn’t help but preen at the compliment. She liked having big tits and she liked it when people noticed how big her tits were.
“And your hair.”
“What about it?”
“It’s blond.”
“I know.”
“No, I mean you’re blonder.”
“I am?”
“You are. I’d say you were almost a golden blond.”
“I am?” Hilda said again and her hair whipped to the side and then to the other side almost as if she was trying to get a good look at her hair.
Miko just laughed and Hilda had the feeling that Miko was laughing at her. That wasn’t right, Hilda told herself, and yet for the life of her, she couldn’t seem to remember why.
“I think you can take my word for it. You’re really blond now.”
Almost as quickly as she’d become agitated, that feeling had dissipated. She could take Miko’s word for it, she told herself. She wasn’t sure why that bothered her and now that she thought about it, she wasn’t sure why it should bother her at all. After all, her friend was just trying to help her.
“Ha! You thought you were better than me,” Miko said, “but look at you. You’re nothing but a stupid bimbo.”
Hilda stamped her foot in frustration. “I am not a stupid bimbo,” she said with a pout.
“Yes you are. I mean, look at yourself. You can’t even run your stupid house.”
“I’m not a bimbo,” Hilda kept saying. “I’m not a bimbo.”
“You could have fooled me. You look like a bimbo to me.”
“But I’m not,” Hilda wailed again, her lip quivering in frustration. She couldn’t believe it but she almost felt like she was going to cry and she just knew she couldn’t do that. She couldn’t let the other girl see her cry.
“Oh, did I almost make you cry?” Miko said.
“Yes,” Hilda said with a pout.
“Oh, poor baby. Why don’t you come here and let Miko hold you.”
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Hilda knew this was wrong. She shouldn’t be letting the other girl do this but it did feel good when she let Miko put her arms around her.
“There, there,” Miko said soothingly. “I know you can’t help it that your head is so fluffy, but Miko’s got something to make it feel all better.”
“What?” Hilda asked hopefully.
“Well, if I give it to you, you’re going to have to promise to be a good girl and do everything that Auntie Miko tells you to do. Can you do that?”
Hilda nodded her head. “I can be good,” she said enthusiastically. “I can be a real good girl.”
“And you’re going to do everything that Auntie Miko tells you to do.”
Again, Hilda nodded enthusiastically.
“And who am I?”
“You’re Auntie Miko,” Hilda gushed. She knew the other woman wasn’t really her aunt but it was just easier to call her that and besides, if Auntie Miko was going to take care of her, then she deserved to be treated with respect.
Auntie Miko just laughed. “That’s right, I am, any you my dear, you are my little bimbo friend, Hilda, but really, don’t you think we should give you a name that is more in keeping with who you really are?”
Who she really was? Hilda thought. But didn’t she know who she was.
“I know,” Miko said. “Let’s call you Hildie. How’s that sound? Isn’t that a funner sounding name?”
It was a funner name only ...
“And now, Hildie, you need to get down on your knees.”
“On my knees? But why?”
“Now, Hildie. Don’t be like that,” the other woman said reprovingly.
Don’t be like what, Hildie wondered.
And it was almost as if the other woman could hear what Hildie was thinking even though Hildie knew she hadn’t said a word. “Don’t be like that,” the other woman said. “You should be more deferential to people who are smarter and better than you.”
Gosh. She hadn’t thought about it like that.
“Now down on your knees.”
This time, Hildie didn’t even bother to object. After all, what would be the point, and besides, she just loved the way her tits jiggled as she got down on her knees. She could almost feel herself wanting to giggle. This just felt so right. She liked letting other people do the thinking for her. After all, it wasn’t like she was any good at it.
“Now crawl your ass over here and lick this pussy for me.”
Hildie didn’t even to think to object at being talked to that way. After all, why should she object. She was only doing what she was supposed to do.
Miko couldn’t help but moan as she stroked the hair of her former mistress and as she felt Hildie’s tongue slide in between her legs. “You know what?” she said. “I don’t think you ever were cut out to be a good mistress but I think we’ve found your real true calling, don’t you?”
Hildie didn’t even bother to respond and after all, why should she? It didn’t matter what she thought anyway and besides, she’d been told to lick Auntie Miko’s pussy and like a good, little bimbo, Hildie always did what she was told to do. That was just who she was.