Sissy in Belgrade pt 2

 Belgrade part 2

I entered the store nervously, wondering just what Master had in mind for me.  The store itself looks pretty nice, clean, well laid out and thankfully not too busy.  As far as I could see it was a pretty typical sex shop, with areas for toys, DVD’s, bondage, and what looked like a great clothing selection.  I could smell the intoxicating smell of leather as soon as I walked in.

The woman at the front desk smiled at me and said something that I assume was hello, and I nodded back before pulling out my phone.  I texted Master I was there and the response was almost instant.

“Good girl.  Go to the desk and tell them your name and that Master Nick sent you.  They will know what to do.  You will obey everything they tell you Alice, and I expect you to be respectful of your superiors as well.”

I smiled nervously, clearly this was set up by Master and I wondered just what was in store for me.  Putting the phone away I walked over to the desk careful with my suitcase not to knock anything and waited.  

The woman was busy on the phone talking and held up a hand as if to silence me, I wasn’t going to interrupt anyway but the way I was made to wait with such dominance was arousing and humiliating all the same.  She was dressed in a leather corset top, straps over the shoulders held it up holding in an impressive cleavage.  Her black shining hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, and her facial features were sharp - she didn’t look like someone to mess with.  I couldn’t see what else she was wearing as it was obscured by the desk.

I stood there nervously looking around, I couldn’t understand the conversation anyway but when I glanced back the woman was looking at me with a glint in her eyes, much like a predator studying its prey.  The phone call finished and she looked at me expectantly.

“Da?” she simply asked.

“Umm, hello.  My…. Well, I was told to come here by a friend.  My name is…” I stammered but the woman held up her hand again to stop me.

“Just a friend?  You see zat corner, little girl?” She said pointing over to her right, her accent heavy.  There was an empty corner of the shop next to which all the spanking devices were hung, whips, canes, paddles and such.  There was a black sign above the wall that read something but I couldn’t make it out from where i stood.

“Y-y-y-yes?” I stammered.

“15 minutes corner time young lady followed by 5 strokes of ze cane, panties around ankles,  holding up your skirt.  If I see you moving you will be punished more zan you already dezerve.”

I stood there in shock, this stranger expected me to stand in the corner of the room like a naughty child?  I hesitated before stammering back a response.

“Ummm, excuse me?  I was supposed to tell you that i am here….”

“30 minutes and 10 strokes, each cheek!  I suggest you use za time to zink properly about who sent you and address me as Mistress Karolina, or just Mistress.” She said sternly leaning over the counter.  “Wouldn’t you say, ALICE!”

A lump formed in my throat.  She knew who I was and why I was there already, and Master had been very clear to obey everything I was told and be respectful.  Not a great start.

“Yes Mistress Karolina,” I said back, heading to the corner.  Suddenly the black sign lit up with neon pink writing ‘Naughty Corner’ shone brightly from the once dark corner.

I felt the humiliation flush in my cheeks as I pulled down my panties and  lifted my skirt.  I pushed my head to the corner glad my face was now hidden from view.  In next to no time however I heard high heels click from behind the counter and walk over to me - I dared not turn around however.

There was a sharp sting on my ass as I was hit with something, it made me flinch and stand up a little straighter.  

“Better, stand up tall sissy or feel the sting of my crop again.  Ankles together, and hold zat skirt up.  Hmmm, nice butt Sissy, perfect for ze spanking!  Zat is better pose, now straighten up zose hands, ankles together and…. Yes.  Zat is the position I expect during corner time.  Now something missing…..” said Mistress Karolina before clicking her fingers. “Ah, of course, motivation!” 

I couldn’t tell what was happening behind me, but I could hear Mistress doing something.  A moment later I felt Mistress grab my hair and pull my head slightly away from the wall and put something in front of my face.  A little push made my nose pin a garment to the wall before Mistress released me.

“If my panties fall to ze floor Sissy, you will be in a lot more trouble.” Mistress said, whispering seductively in my ear.

I couldn’t believe it, there were panties and it took me a moment to register but the part my nose was holding definitely felt damp!  My senses were suddenly overwhelmed by the smell of a woman’s sexual arousal.  I stood as rigid and upright as I could, not sure just how I had got into this mess.

When you are stuck in a corner like this time passes differently.  There was no way for me to tell the time, I couldn't move for fear of repercussions and the damp panties my nose pinned to the wall were a constant provocation.   

Whilst I had no way of knowing it for sure, I was certain that Mistress Karolina was watching me, studying me for any movement.  I could feel her eyes focused on me and hoped at any moment my tourment would be over.

It felt like an hour passed before something happened in the shop, but it wasn’t something good.  The bell to the front door jingled in the silence making me jump in shock, the panties slipped a tiny bit but I managed to regain the hold of them in time.  I heard voices come into the shop, it sounded like two women from the giggling.

Mistress Karolina said something to them, I guess a greeting and the customers must have gone off to the other side of the store as their voices went quiet.  Fear threatened to consume me, I shifted my weight slightly, trying to move my feet to gain some relief but no sooner had I moved than I felt the sharp sting of the riding crop on my behind.

“No moving no matter vat, sissy.  Or else.” came Mistress Karolina’s voice behind me.

One of the customers must have walked over and started to say something but stopped.  She then started giggling as Mistress started explaining something - I guess about my predicament given the giggles from what must have been both women now.  There were another couple of sharp smacks to my ass, and roars of laughter before the women moved off to another part of the store.

I could do nothing but stand there, and wait.  I dared not turn round despite the fact it must have been more than 30 minutes as I feared what Mistress would say.  I jumped when a hand gently brushed over my behind, tracing its curves.  It felt amazing, as they encircled my behind before disappearing between my legs and cupping my caged clitty.

I let out a whimper as the hand squeezed my sack pulling it gently downwards.  I felt a mouth edge so close to my ear I could feel the hot breath on my neck.

“I wonder what happens if you drop those panties….” the voice teased, it wasn’t Mistress.

I whimpered, but the person soothingly “ssh'd” in my ear as she continued to expertly massage my balls.  

“Mistress is off with my friend helping her into an outfit for a fetish party saturday night.  It’s just you and me here now, sissy but I doubt we have long so lets have some fun quickly.”

I yelped as my balls were squeezed hard in the woman's hand, painfully crushing my tender balls.  The pressure increased and increased until finally I couldn’t help but try to pull away from the pain.  Two things happened as I shifted my balance - first, the lady expertly tugged my balls so my body weight was pulled backwards, making me take a small but significant step backwards.  Secondly, with horror I watched the panties slip between my nose and the wall in slo motion, tumbling down to the floor.  

Suddenly there were voices coming back from what must have been the changing room and the woman pushed me back into the corner and released her grip.

I heard the woman walk away and say something in an excited voice, if i had to guess she was complimenting her friend on what she was wearing.  I could hear Mistress Karolina happily joining in until suddenly.

“What the fuck are my panties doing on the floor sissy!” she bellowed out.  “I fucking warned you not to drop them or else.”  She was immediately on me and tugged back my head violently.

I opened my mouth to say something but before I could, she spat in my mouth and with Her free hand slapped me round the face hard.

“Shut the fuck up unless I tell you to talk, you are in enough trouble.”  Now, my clients wanted to find out a little about my selection of whips and canes - you are going to willingly demonstrate for zem to make up for dropping my panties, yes sissy?”

Stunned by the turn of events, but also highly aroused at being treated as such I tried to nod but with her grip on my head I couldn’t pull away.  

“Y-y-yes Mistress Karolina.” I stammered.   

“Good girl,” Mistress said before pulling me over to a st andrews cross just a few feet away past the spanking section. It was actually a rather beautiful piece of furniture, a huge dark wooden cross with some black leather paddling across the front. At various intervals cuffs hung from metal wires at key locations on the cross, menacingly open awaiting their next victim.

Before I knew it, I was pushed into place against the cross and a Mistress grabbed my left wrist securing it using a strap to the cross.  This was repeated with the right wrist, before my ankles were pulled apart and securely locked.  A belt around my waist followed, before finally a thick posture collar around my neck.

At first I thought the restraints were pretty loose, but then i looked to my right and saw Mistress cranking a small metal wheel on the wall which in turn immediately started to pull the metal cords tight.  I could do nothing as I was pulled wider apart and closer to the cross, and when Mistress was sure all the tension was out I found myself stretched to my limits, pinned to the cross without any way to turn my head or pull any of my appendages away.

“I vill give this demonstration in english so the sissy slut knows what to do.” Mistress said, addressing the two women.  “First, ve vill warm up her little tooshie with a flogger, then move onto some of the belts and paddled before finishing with the cane.”

I heard Mistress grab something off the wall and heard the swoosh of an item through the air.  I guessed it was a practice swing as nothing hit me.

“Ze key to whipping ladies is knowing where you can and cannot hit.  From here,” I felt her point at the top of my ass “down is ok, the lower back is dangerous as it contains all the nice organs, but then above here to here is fine.”  i felt her use whatever was in her hand to point things out.

“Now, ze key to whipping is the swing. Let's start off with a nice steady rhythm and get some colour.” Mistress said and i flinched for the inevitable.  

As the flogger hit I flinched, expecting the worst but it wasn’t that bad.  It slightly stung but the leather was actually pretty soft.  Mistress set into a rhythm slapping it in rapid succession across me - ever so slightly I felt the impact area move as she ensured my entire ass was touched by the multitude of leather straps.  Slowly the heat built in my ass as the flogging went on, it was like a cumulative effect and for a couple of minutes Mistress expertly used the flogger. 

“Oh my goodness, look between his legs!” one of the women cried out.  His cock is dripping, he likes this!”

“She dear, she likes zis and zat ving is not a cock.  No, sissies have clitties.  It’s no surprise zese submissives are aroused by Domination and humiliation - it is zeir place in the world.”  Now ladies, your turn!” Mistress said.

For a few minutes both women took turns using the flogger, one was far better than the other and seemed to put more into her swing - if I had to guess it was the one that made me drop the panties.

“Excellent, see zat color!  Wonderful job.  I zink we try this next - it’s going to hurt more for sure.”

Mistress grabbed something off the rack and leant in close to me and whispered.  “Feel free to cry out sissy, the walls are quite thick.  Just remember to zank us for every stroke by counting the number of strokes and adding ‘zank you Mistress, may I have one more please’.”

As the item hit my ass i screamed as fire exploded across my reddened behind.  Whatever it was hurt like hell, I couldn’t move however and was helpless, all I wanted to do was grab my ass and hide. If i had to guess it felt like a leather belt or strap.

“I’m waiting sissy,” Mistress said.

“O-one Mistress, please may I have one more?”

“It is ‘Count, zank you Mistress, may i have one more please.  Try again.”

Another blow flashed across my ass, slightly lower than the last.

“Two, thank you Mistress, may I have one more?”

“I asked you to start again,” Mistress said.  From one you dump slut!”

The two women chuckled as another blow landed.

“O-o-o-one, thank you Mistress, may I have one more?” I sobbed.  The fire across my poor exposed behind was so intense, especially after the flogging.

“Good girl, better!” Mistress said.  Yes you may have one more Sissy as you asked correctly.”

Two, Three, four, five.  As the count increased I could feel the tears fall down my cheeks, my ass was in agony and i struggled to keep count.  Eventually it happened, and as a blow landed i struggled to recall if this was number 13 or number 14.  I guessed.

“Fourteen thank you Mistress, may i have one more please.”

I knew i was wrong as soon as i said it.  The two women “ooooohed” as they immediately knew what had happened and Mistress snorted.

“Zis sissy is so stupid she can’t even count to 13.  I guess we start from one again.  Count sissy!”

And the fire returned.  This time i committed to staying focused and made it to 15.  When i sobbed my request for one more Mistress declined.

“No sissy, sat is enough of ze belt.  I have one more implement to use and believe you have 10 blows to count sissy.”  

I knew what was coming, the cane.  I had been dreading it standing in the corner, I have never been caned before but it held such prominence in the range of tools i had seen online I knew this was going to hurt - a lot!

I steeled myself for the inevitable, I felt Mistress line up the cane so it gently touched my behind, whilst She explained something to the girls I could not understand.  When the cane left me behind, the room fell deadly silent.  I just about heard the swish of the cane through the air when molten fire erupted across my backside.  I screamed out in pain, it was beyond anything i had ever experienced.  Something stirred deep inside me, my clitty felt like it was going to explode and somehow, I don;t know how, but somehow I managed to say.

“One, thank you Mistress, may I have one more?”

The three women giggled, and the second blow landed.  Just below the impact of the first one.  It was worse than the first, but still I managed to count.  Tears streamed down my face but in some form of sexual haze I muttered the required thank you, asking for more.

By the time i got to ten, my ass must have looked a total mess.  

I was led back to the corner sobbing by Mistress Karolina, who as she pushed my nose to the wall trapping Her panties in place again gently brushed Her hand over by glowing backside.

“Good girl, zat must have been hard.” She almost whispered into my ear.  Her tone was so seductive, there was a power in it that I knew I could not disobey.  “Master will be very proud of you when i send Him ze videos and pictures taken of your spanking.  Now stand here vilst i see to my clients, and zink about what just happened.  I know you won’t let my panties fall again.”

She was right, despite the pain, despite my throbbing behind, i dared not move.  I wanted to hold those panties against the wall as long as I could.  My arousal was so high I just knew my clitty was leaking one long stream of pre cum onto the floor below.  I listened to the women laugh, and the sound of the till going and things being placed in bags.  The bell to the shop went as they left without so much as another word. 

A calm fell over the shop, i heard Mistress return to the till and heard typing and such on the computer but nothing more.  Another chime of the doorbell, but this time nothing occurred other than a quick purchase of something in the language I could not follow.  I was not paid any attention that I could tell this time round.

Finally, after another two customers came and went quickly (one at least asked something about me i reckon, as there were some chuckles and discussion from both Mistress and the customer that I was sure were aimed at me) when I heard Mistress walk round to the door and heard the lock click closed.

“You may come out of ze corner now Sissy.  Don’t drop my panties now sissy, crawl over holding zem in your mouth and give zem back to me.”

I dropped to my knees and obliged, crawling over the shop floor to Mistress who stood expectantly, hands on hips with a look of glee in Her eyes. As I got to her feet I held up Her panties with both hands, palms flat and head bowed as if making an offering to a higher being.  

“I can see why your Master likes you so much.  Put them back on me Sissy, I will give you that honour.  Then kiss my feet.”

I trembled as I carefully slid the skimpy black thong first over one high heel clad foot, then the other before raising them up.  I couldn't help but look as Mistress lifted her Dress exposing Her pussy, lips glistened in the light where she was clearly aroused from the events.  I wanted more than ever to taste it, to worship it but as if reading my mind Mistress chuckled.

“Don’t get any ideas sissy bitch - Master has made it clear you are on a strict no pussy diet this trip.  If you are lucky, you might get to taste my wet panties or suck some pussy juice of your Masters cock after he’s fucked someone.”

“Yes M-mistress,” i stammered, helping the panties up all the way and covering the divine sight.  

I folded back down onto the floor in submission, kissing Mistresses heels and feet in thanks.  

“Good, that will do.  Now it’s time to get you ready for your next date Sissy.  Master has picked out a wonderful outfit for you as well as a lovely upgrade to that little clitty cage of yours.  Isn’t that nice of him?”

I gulped, i was just guessing but Master was always pushing me to go further with my outfits, more risky, more girly, more ... .well pink.  I also knew that the cage I was wearing was getting a little roomy and He had been talking about a flat or inverted cage for a while now.  

I hadn’t noticed Her pick it up, but Mistress leaded down and quickly secured a collar round my neck, there was a definitive click as it closed that I guess meant locked, but as a leash was clipped to the front a quick tug to follow meant I had little time to consider this.

Just what was going to happen next on this trip!