Gina's Experiences with a Feminine Companion
Gina's Sultry Escapades
Chapter 5: Exposing Gina's Entanglements
Patsy fidgeted anxiously, her lithe frame tightly restricted by form-fitting latex from top to bottom. The slightest movement produced a horrific squeak, betraying any potential tension. As she waited in the entrance for her Dominatrix to arrive, Patsy was well aware that no comfort would come until—or unless—her Mistress chose to release her. The agony of her wretched confinement would only intensify before it dwindled. She knew full well that her Mistress would take elaborate measures to increase her own pleasure at the expense of Patsy's discomfort. Each of the perplexing pieces of Patsy's outfit, such as her chastity cage, corset, lace-up latex spanking skirt, high-heeled thigh boots, and posture collar, would receive thorough evaluation under her watchful eye.
Patsy prayed that she had fulfilled all her Mistress' demands flawlessly this time. The thought of receiving a physical chastisement for a minor error was quite unbearable. Recalling the incident where she inadvertently donned her garter improperly haunted her. It took Patsy a week to exhibit an optimal sitting posture after she incurred the rage of her Mistress. Her submissive endured clinic-worthy, almost torturous agony before she could walk freely and even cross her knees.
"I'm positive I've complied promptly this time. I imagine my Mistress arrived late. I've been anticipating her text indicating she's on her way."
Patsy's mind whirled as she attempted to quell her nausea. "No, it cannot be right. There should be no delay. I'm merely permitting my anxious tendencies to mislead me." She practiced box breathing, a technique taught to her by her therapist, to regain her composure. "Hold back, breathe in deeply through your nostrils, hold it for a few seconds, release through the mouth and pause before repeating. It's crucial to trust the feelings brewing inside."
Patsy's heart leapt as she detected the tap of Mistress Gina's favored heels on the hallway tile. With each step toward her, her Mistress' heels created a cacophonous dance deriving a mixture of excitement and dread. With a sudden halt, Patsy heard her keys jingle, the clink of a lock, and the opening of the door.
"Greetings, pet," Mistress Gina cooed, introducing herself upon arriving at Patsy's abode. She maintained her composure, keeping her eyes casted downward. No action was permitted of her unless explicitly permitted by her Mistress.
Upon entering the house, Mistress locked the door behind her, defying any potential intrusion. Patsy clenched her fists, feeling the latex sleeve rubbing against her wrist, anticipating the unfolding ordeal ahead.
"Did you obey all my instructions? Present your chastity device for my inspection," the Mistress urged, drawing nearer to her submissive.
Patsy acknowledged sighting the tips of her Mistress' red patent leather heels. She glimpsed the gap between Mistress Gina's toes, gleaming like prized jewels, and heard the metallic constriction around her delicate female member. Tightening with each passing second, her discomfort intensified as Mistress Gina eyed her swolen and oozing pink metal cage with increasing intensity.
"I'm merely being tested, Mistress," Patsy whispered meekly. "No need to torment me further."
Her Mistress purred lowly, "You've obeyed my instructions regarding clothing, but I'm unsure if you've obeyed my explicit commands. Let's verify this, shall we?"
Mistress had brought along a double leather strap with her, swinging it about and smacking her pet's tingling outer thigh. Then, she turned Patsy around, striking again with the strap this time, connecting with her tender ball sac. Patsy swelled with a desperate cry, stumbling onto her toes.
Patsy's collar also contained a metal ring. Seizing her collar, Mistress Gina yanked the pet toward her, scolding, "Why do you act so forgetful, pet? You need to be restrained even more to keep your thoughts organized."
Patsy, gazing adoringly at her beautiful Taunter, spoke humbly, "I was simply trying to obey you. If you believe it necessary, Mistress, then I will accept the further tightening of my contraptions."
The pet then moved over to the chains suspended from the ceiling. She carefully positioned her feet to maintain stability, and held onto the metallic fixtures.
"Now then, let's adjust that posture collar, pet."
Mistress Gina had Patsy convert the room in her downtown studio loft by incorporating rigs of metal rings hanging on thick chains. The chains were installed for the express purpose of restraining her captive.
"I see you've done quite well with your duties," Gina approved, examining the formidable equipment. "Let's tighten your cuffs even further. This will be your everyday routine as a reminder of who controls your actions."
Slowly, Mistress Gina coiled the chains around her pet until the tight loops held her captor firmly to the metal rings. Patsy struggled to inhale deeply, securing her breathing through harsh chokes.
"Now, you're a sudsy, sexy puppet all dressed up for your Mistress's pleasure." Mistress Gina wrapped her up in her dominion and began to parade her to the display positions. "If you know what's good for you, you'll concentrate on making me happy."
Despite her unbearable ache, Patsy strived to deliver captivating, endearing performances for her beloved Mistress to enslave her heart.
"Adhere to the chains of affliction, pet."
She, fatality enchained, savored the enveloping gloom of her destiny. Her life was but a canvas, on which her Master painted exceptional marvels if obedience. Devotedly, she relished her subjugation to her ruler.
Moving towards the rings, Patsy exuded an air of lenient mobility, with her laced corset, delicate posture collar, and clinging latex miniskirt hugging her figure and thigh-high boots elevating her stature. This caused her to wobble nervously, her hips swaying back and forth in an outrageously girly fashion.
"How adorable you seem when you remember your position, Patsy. Your hips swing so delightfully when you perform that motion," says Mistress Gina. "Let's witness how gracefully you stroll after you've been punished for neglecting to lift your attire when I instructed and for the sudden multiple droplets of moisture gracing the floor from your little dick."
"Yes, Mistress," responds Patsy while gripping the metal rings with her legs splayed as far apart as her attire would permit.
"Before the main event, I want you to count each blow of the rattan cane as it hits, but first, let's commence with a brief warm-up with a paddle to expel any latent tension," declares Mistress Gina.
"Yes, Mistress," Patsy concedes to her master's dictate.
Mistress Gina stands up, picks up the placid paddle and swats Patsy's rump and upper thighs until they glisten with a delectable rosy hue.
Pondering, Patsy glances at the thin 28" rattan cane in her Mistress' gloved hand. She girds her loins for the impending agony. She swallows and loses herself in thought. Then, she notices her Mistress getting ready to strike and tightens her jaw before inhaling. Patsy awaits the impending blow. She draws a breath, eager to vocalize the number after each strike, and opens her mouth with apprehension.
A cold, rushing sound rips through the air. Before Patsy can react, her flesh feels scorched where the cane struck. "One!" she shrieks in anguish.
"Breathe deeply through the pain, darling," soothes Mistress Gina as if reciting an inventory list. She observes Patsy's furrowed brow relax before continuing.
Swatting her upper thighs, Gina notices Patsy's feet raise slightly even in her powerful boots. The air parts as a whistling sound guides Patsy to the brim of her orgasm before she cries out, "Two!"
Gina frisks the air as the whistling rose before the next searing pain leaves a contrasting red streak across Patsy's rear. "Three!" Patsy bellows, alternating between sobs and growls of agony as streaks become a reality. Tears begin to traverse her face.
The cane slices the air once more. "Stay stock still, Pet," Gina advises, not wanting to rouse her emotions. Patsy listens, her eyes wide. She bites down a shriek as the whip located 6 inches lower than the last empties the air of any former serenity. "Four!"
"My order was clear, Pet. No reluctance when you receive my commands."
"Five!" Patsy trembles, growing insecure about her ability if another term transpires.
The flowery cane cuts the oxygen at a further 6 inches. Patsy shrieks, "Six!"
"You endured your punishment exemplarily," acknowledges Mistress Gina. "Try not to question your senses too much and simply perform the expected motions."
Necks sinking, they witness this sudden caning, but her sadness gradually subsides.
"Thank you, Mistress, for addressing my bad conduct and for my care whenever I act inappropriately, even today," clasps Patsy as she consoles herself beside her Mistress on the sofa. "Thank you for seeing half the woman in me when I could not and would've dwindled had you not stepped into my life."
Tightening her embrace, Gina comforts Patsy emotionally with warmth and care. Considering her newfound lifestyle and different circumstances than she encountered while browsing at the shoe store months back, she regards this alteration in their relationship as a fascinating and fulfilling experience.
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