A Secret Lost Part 1 (2 page)

“Mistress,” Anna starts but decides not to finish her sentence as I throw her a warning look.

“Smart pet,” I say as her hands reach behind her back, keeping her head turned away and her eyes cast down, unhooking her bra. Seeing her slide the straps over her shoulders, I consider it a crowning victory, and I realize her tits are much firmer than I had expected. Standing up proud and firm, there was nothing of the sag that you’d expect from tits her size, the pinks nipples instantly drawing my attention as I imagine how great they would look thoroughly pierced. “Now lean back on your hands, Anna,” I say, getting my handycam ready; I’d be stupid to let a memorable event like this pass by undocumented. “Don’t worry,” I say as I register the look of fear in her eyes when she sees me raise my phone. “I’ve already got all I need to keep you nice and docile, don’t I?” She doesn’t say anything. Leaning back, her chest high, I film her showcasing her rack. “All courtesy of you, that is,” I continue. Look at me and smile.” She looks thoroughly miserable following the command. “Really, what were you thinking doing that shoot, Anna?” I say and watch the fake smile crash. With the corners of her mouth drawn down and her growing shame clear in her face, I feel hornier than ever. “I asked you a question, pet,” I say softly. “What were you thinking? Or maybe you were showing a secret side of yourself? Is that it? Secretly not so uptight, but really just a horny little bitch?”

“No,” she says, the single word coming out as a cry.

“Excuse me?” I say, displeasure in my voice.

Realizing her mistake, she quickly says the obligatory, “Mistress.”

“You are saying I am wrong, then?”

“I was desperate and–“ she falls quiet. No doubt she is well aware that anything I say is to be accepted as the truth, no matter how farfetched, as part of our deal.

“No, Anna, that wasn’t it,” I say in my sweet teen voice. “Desperate doesn’t cover it. What I think, dear Anna Kelly, is that secretly you are one horny bitch who enjoyed getting her pussy reamed by three different guys.” Smiling broadly, I watch her eyes pool over and decide to drive the stake in a bit deeper. “I bet you miss those days, don’t you? How many shoots did you do, bitch?”

“Just that one, Mistress,” she says, as if that would make a difference.

“Any movies?”

Her eyes widening, she assures me she never did that. “Never, Mistress!”

We’ll have to change that,
I think, but keep my thoughts to myself. “Drop the pants,” I say coolly.

I can tell she is going over her options again during the moment of hesitation, and the resignation that follows tells me she has again reached the inevitable conclusion that compliance is the only viable way forward. Sitting up straight, her hands shake as she opens the jeans and after thinking for a moment, she leans over on one hand and starts pulling the jeans down her round hips with the other. I look up exasperatedly, taking in the granny panties that brace her ass. Really, a woman like her dressing like this ought to be a crime.

“Panties too, Anna.”

Frozen for a moment, she predictably gives in after several seconds and pulls the panties down too, her face turning a bright red.

“I love seeing you blush, Anna,” I say, not stopping filming her leaning on one hand as she struggles to get the jeans and panties down her lower legs, her shoes already kicked off without me having to tell her to. “Few women look half as good as you naked, you know.” When she doesn’t reply, “I just gave you a compliment, pet.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Anna says, not sounding appreciative at all. That will come with time, though. Time and a firm hand will teach her to be appreciative of what I’m doing; excavating the real Anna Kelly, presently hiding under an obviously thick layer of self-denial.

“Lean back again and knees far apart,” I say. Surprised, I took in her Venus hill, waxed as smooth as a baby. “I didn’t expect that,” I say as I aim the handycam. “I guess you are full of surprises, Anna.”

“Harry liked it like that, Mistress,” Anna offers as an explanation, her face burning red.

“Then Harry was a man of good taste. Cup those fat jugs and give me a smile,” I say, knowing the smile would be the more challenging part. "I said
smile
," I say again, as she loses her forced smile fast while I’m filming, zooming in and zooming out. "You are in front of the camera, after all." With her offering up her fat tits, her legs wide, she looks smoking hot and thoroughly miserable. What is not to love? "Let's hope the reverend never gets to see this, eh?" She doesn't reply. "It is all up to you, Anna. It all depends on your ability to be a good pet or not. You understand that, don’t you?"

"Yes, Mistress," Anna says meekly.

"Turn around, pet. I want some shots of you on your hands and knees, looking at me over your shoulder."

Wordlessly she does as she is told, although I can tell it is taking her effort to overcome her growing shame and I can see anger smoldering in her eyes. "Will you still tell my mom that I'm such a sweet kid, Anna?" That got her. Frozen in place again, she is silent for a long time until I slap her ass hard, drawing a cry that is more shock than pain. "Answer me, bitch! Will you still tell Mom how I'm such a sweet kid?"

"Yes, Mistress," Anna says with a sob. It seems all the excitement is really getting to her. Forgetting decorum, she turns around and crawls over to me, her hands grabbing my legs as she begs. "Please, Joanne, don't do this! You are not like this!" Instead of anger, I feel amused. She has no idea what I really am like and I'm looking forward to introducing her to my dark side.

"Anna," I say softly, looking down in her sobbing face, "you know that you will be punished for what you just did, don't you?" Seeing her eyes widen, I watch the last bit of hope for mercy slowly burn away inside her, to be replaced by an expression of defeat. "I like that look on your beautiful face, Anna. You make a real prize pet," I say, stroking her hair. "Now, don't worry, I understand this is a challenge for you. One day, you are this uptight and decent lady, the next you are commanded to be your true, slutty self."

"I'm not a slut," Anna says quickly. I decide to forget for now the omission of 'mistress'. There will be plenty of time for that.

"Hush, Anna, you don't have to be ashamed of what you are. Those pictures speak for themselves," I say in my sweet teen voice.

"But—" Anna says, tears in her eyes, but I continue as is if she hadn't said a word.

"You have to understand, Anna, that I decide what is true and what is not," I say, trailing one of her tears with my index finger. "So when I say that you are one horny bitch, then what do you say to that?"

I watch her mouth open and close, her mind busy trying to find the right answer, and when she finds it, her mouth keeps hanging wide open. Grabbing her under her chin, I bring her face up, close enough to feel the warmth of her breath on my skin. "Well?" I hiss.

"That I am a horny bitch, Mistress," Anna says softly.

"Good girl," I say and reward her with a smile. "Mark my words, Anna, I'll make a great pet out of you. Next year, around this time? You won't even remember the stuck up cunt that you used to be and that is a promise." I can tell she is taking me seriously from the look of sheer horror on her face. "What? You thought this was just a onetime thing?" I can't help but laugh as I say it. "Anna Kelly, from this day on you are mine and you better not forget it. When I say that you are a horny bitch then you will act like it, won't you?"

Nodding her head, she can barely get the words out. "Yes, Mistress."

"And you'll tell Mom what a sweet girl I am, of course."

"Yes, Mistress," she says again, the corners of her full lips turned down in anguish.

"Now get your ass back in place! On all fours, ass up high, and you are going to give me a sincere smile when you look at me over your shoulder!" I snap, relishing in my new found power and the way it makes my young pussy throb. "Get to it, bitch!"
There! Show her who is boss
. Indulging might get a pet all confused as to who is in charge. Watching her follow my command, quietly sobbing, is a delight that warms my heart and raises the heat between my legs a bit more, and it isn't long before she looks at me over her shoulder, her round ass high up as commanded, offering me the most pathetic excuse for a smile ever. "Anna, are you trying to piss me off?"

"No, Mistress, I'm not," she says, panic already rising in her eyes and voice.

"Then give me a real smile, bitch! Think of something happy!" I can see her struggle in her face and wonder if she will succeed. In the meantime, I keep filming and am surprised that she actually succeeds at coming through. Whatever it is she is thinking of, it provides that beaming smile I was after, and I press my thighs together, wishing I could rub my clit, zooming in on that smile. "Good pet.”

"Thank you, Mistress," she says, her smile rapidly fading.

"No one likes a lousy pet, Anna. You best remember that. A lousy pet might have her dark little secret distributed through the entire neighborhood."

"I know, Mistress."

I give Anna a nod to encourage her to keep talking.

"I'll do my very best, Mistress," Anna says and falls silent. Another nod to prod her on. I'm curious what she will come up with in an attempt at ingratiating herself to me. "I'll be a smart and well-behaved pet," she finally says.

"A smart pet?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I don't think I want that, Anna. What else can you offer me?" I ask, squatting beside her, one hand running over the smooth skin of her back, slowly making my way to that perfect centerfold ass.

"Offer?" she says, her eyes big and begging.

"Yes, what else can you offer, Anna?"

"I - I can be a horny bitch, Mistress," she finally stammers after a long pause, her face flushed.

"I'd like that, Anna," I say. "My own horny bitch, yes?"

"Yes, Mistress," she stammers.

"A cockhungry and obedient bitch, right?"

Nodding sadly, I watch her swallow back her tears.

"I can't hear you, pet," I say, disapprovingly.

"Your cockhungry and obedient bitch," Anna manages to force out, almost choking on the hurt and anger that is clearly written on her beautiful face.

"You'll hate it, though," I whisper in her ear. "Won't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," she says and for a moment I suspect she is about to beg me again for mercy. Lucky for her, she doesn't.

"That's alright, Anna," I whisper. "You'll pretend you'll love it, though, right? Just to make me happy."

"I will, Mistress," she says, a shudder running through her when my hand grabs her ass tight.

"Good, pet," I say, slapping her ass hard, loving the shriek I get as a reward. "Now let’s go to your room and see if there is anything decent for you to wear. Lead the way, bitch."

"Yes, Mistress," Anna meekly says. Watching her rise, I ask her what the fuck she thinks she is doing. Startled, she tells me she is doing what I told her to. Standing up straight myself, I give her a look that is a mixture of contempt and pity.

"Anna, Anna, Anna," I say, one hand going to the nipple of her left tit. Standing in front of her, I'm so much shorter and the knowledge that I am controlling this perfect Amazonian beauty sends another lustful throb through my pussy. "Maybe you are a dumb pet, after all. Maybe it would be good if you actually were a smart pet." Looking at me with a startled look in her eyes, I twist the pink nipple hard, the pain distorting her face in a grimace as a soft cry wells up from the back of her throat. "A bitch like you should crawl like all bitches do, don't you agree?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Anna says, already dropping quickly to her knees.

"Now stop wasting time and lead the way, dumb cow!" For good measure I slap her ass as hard as I can and realize I really enjoy doing it. That bitch will have her ass spanked on a daily basis from now on, I promise myself, watching her crawl ahead of me.

As expected, there isn't really anything in her closet that is to my liking. The best I can get is a blouse that I have her put on and tie tight just below her tits, showcasing her flat stomach. Without a bra and with the top four buttons undone, she is showing enough cleavage to make it passable clothing for a pet. I have her put on a black skirt that is too wide and touches her knees and tell her that it'll be the last time she'll wear it. "From now on, you'll dress in an appropriate way for a horny bitch, Anna." A pair of flat shoes and we are ready for our shopping spree. "Go get your wallet," I say and follow her out of the bedroom. "I bet it is a relief not to wear those silly panties and that bra anymore," I say, watching her struggle down the stairway on all fours. “From now on, panties and a bra are a thing of the past, Anna.”

"Yes, Mistress," Anna says and from the sound of it, she is dreading it. Good. “Thank you, Mistress.”

I can tell just from the sound of her voice that she is already worried what that means for her concretely. Smart pet. She would be stupid not to be worried. I plan that, before the day is over, she will look back on that shoot as a walk in the park. Hit hard and hit fast is the motto I've adopted to break her in. Goodbye Mrs. Kelly of old and welcome Anna the Bitch-Slut.

"Now let's go and get you a collar and a leash," I say, horror spreading across her face, when we reach the front door. "We'll take your car and I'll even let you walk to it. What do you say to that, pet?"

"Thank you, Mistress," she says and this time she sounds sincere.

She looks thoroughly miserable all the way to the point when we pull up at the parking area, as she should, and I leave her going over in her mind what is happening, in silence, knowing that my silence will only add to her torment. She'll have her tits bounce with each step she takes and guys eyeing her. But I fully intend to make matters much worse than that. Her tits bouncing freely and the ample amount of cleavage will be the least of her worries.

"Ready to shop, pet?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Where do you think we should stop first? Lingerie or maybe a pair of new shoes?"

"Shoes, Mistress," she says quickly.