Their Tale

Choice

Sitting across Mistress in the space of her office I take in the fact that in this moment I was risen in a place of dominance for the first time in almost a week. In this space I was not Mr Macias or Nader, nor was I a heartbreaker. I was a body under the laws of the House of Peony's and Mistress Diane.

Sat across me in a chair slightly larger than mine, the black leather creating a mirage of dark energy around her she sat, ankles crossed in her suit of black and white. Having been summoned to her office at my arrival I sat in wait for what I had been called for. She stays still in her space when I hear a knock on the door "Come in." She calls out letting the other person at the door open it. My focus stays on her as the person enters, closing the door behind them.

It's when a woman, Stella if I remember correctly walks into the room. Her outfit of a sheer long sleeve blouse and a grey skirt giving the immediate understanding of her position as an destine. Her long brown hair braided behind her is the demand for any initiate of the house, and if my memories serve me right, her bra was not the only undergarment that was not on her body.

Walking into the room she goes to Mistress Diane and stands three feet from her chair facing her with her hands behind her back and her gaze dropped. She was not new to the house, but you could feel the nervous energy radiate of her body in wait between the two of us, more so the woman she stood in front of.

With her focus on me Mistress lets her attention drifts from me to the destine that awaits her word "Strip, your clothes beside my feet when you are done." Like a destine trained under the most prominent Mistress in the houses she responds "Yes Mistress." And follows as instructed. Her clothes being folded and sat neatly before she goes on to stand where she was previously. Now nude.

Her body finds itself in a position of familiar comfort as she folds her hands behind her once again "Kneel in the centre of the rug, back facing me." As instructed the woman strides softly to the centre of the room, her eyes never meeting mine when she falls gracefully to the ground, straight back with her hands in their position behind her.

"Has Master Evans prepared you destine?" She asks the knelt woman between us. My only thought in the moment was all the ways she looked nothing like the women who I had grown fond to seeing on their knees. Still I sit in my silence as Stella responds to the question asked of her "Yes he has Mistress." She speaks proudly to the ground never looking up.

With her answer given that is when Mistress gives me her attention looking at me. I knew the only reason I was not the one nude, knelt before her in a position of her choosing was because there was no oath of consent between us anymore, but for Stella, her destine status began with said oath to the Mistress of the house.

With her eyes on mine I see her fingers bring a single remote from the pocket of her suit before her finger slowly slides across the controller. Below my view, Stella shifting in what I am guessing is the sudden play of the toy that was in her, her moan singing through the room "Do not disrupt us girl, to my understanding you are being punished."

I could see her chest rising and falling at the feeling of what was chosen to punish her body with pleasure out of her control "Yes Mistress, I am." She speaks through stuttered words. She was still learning to control her bodies response to pleasure "What are the grounds of your punishment destine?" Falling silent for five seconds it seemed the answer was not coming but then she sighs and speaks "I let my aim to please surpass my safe word."

The bases behind her punishment made sense as to why she was on her knees in this room. A trained dominant knows their submissive and their breaking points. Some submissive and destines decide their breaking point is not it, and the results of that are hazardous to say the least. Still for her to have found herself on her knees in the office of the Mistress, there was more "Angel, ask your question. It is clear you have one."