May I, Mistress?
by Mackenzie Anderson
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Hell if I know.
Spoilers: None.
Warning: Bondage, submission, whipping, not much sex and bondage, though not as
much as there could be… Although I did leave it open for a sequel.
Feedback: Please... really first attempt at a story like this.
“Buffy get your slayer ass out here,” a very British and annoying voice demanded.
Buffy blinked, glaring at the clock. One twenty-seven. She’d only fallen asleep minutes earlier. Groaning, she stumbled out of bed, looking out the window. Sure enough, a very impatient vampire was waiting outside. She sighed and pulled her robe on, walking down the stairs and opening the door, gesturing him in. “What is it, Spike?” she asked, still half asleep.
“You have some slaying to do.”
“Can’t it wait?” she begged. She’d had a rough day, and she just wanted to sleep.
He snorted. “Sure. If you want to leave people completely at the mercy of a psycho vampire who thinks she’s in control.”
She glared at him. “Why exactly is this so important, Spike?”
“Look, just get dressed and I’ll take you there. You’ll see when we get there,” he said, refusing to answer.
“Fine,” she said, exasperated, turning to walk up the stairs. He cleared his throat, obviously trying to figure out how to say the next phrase.
“You have to dress a certain way,” he said, looking almost apologetic, though a lustful glint showed in his eyes.
“What?”
“It’s a BDSM club,” he admitted.
“Spike, I’m not going to a BDSM club!” Buffy argued, glaring at him in shock.
“Sure, sure, just let the innocent people die because you’re a stuck-up bigot,” he said casually.
She slouched in defeat. “Fine.” She hesitated. “What exactly do I have to wear?”
“Unless you want to get mistaken for a sub, you’d better wear leather. Lots of leather.”
“If this is a trick, Spike,” she began to warn him.
“Oh, bloody hell, slayer! I was having a fine time when I saw what was going on.”
She growled, and he laughed. “I’ll be right back.”
She walked up the stairs, and Spike gazed at her perfect ass, grinning at the thought of Buffy all decked out in leather. Too bad they really did have slaying to do; he could think of better things to do with Buffy in dominatrix-getup.
Buffy paused outside, uneasy. “So what exactly am I looking for?”
“You’ll see,” Spike insisted, shoving her towards the door. “And remember, Slayer, you’re a dom. That means you don’t take shit from anyone, you hear me?” He paused, admiring her leather-clad body in amazement. She truly looked like a badass. He could definitely get used to seeing her that way.
She nodded, striding in the club as if she owned the place. Only years of shoving away her emotions kept her from showing her shock and extreme discomfort. The place looked like it had come directly from a porno flick, both women and men dressed in leather and chains leading around half naked or sometimes completely naked subs behind them, often on leashes. She gulped, fighting back a gasp as she saw the condition some were in, from being bruised all over, to looking half-dead, others looking up at their respective ‘owners’ in awe and respect. She could hear fighting and immediately perked up, relieved to be able to focus her attention on something other than what she viewed as extreme cruelty.
“Jeannette must’ve gotten tired of her rather quickly,” a woman nearby remarked, yanking harshly on the leash in her hand.
“She’s just a weakling though. The slave couldn’t possibly be as strong as she claims she is, especially with the drugs.”
“She claims she is though.” The women walked off, still chatting, and Buffy was stunned by the normalcy of their tones. Didn’t this offend them as well?
Her curiosity got the better of her, and she made her way through the crowd. Fighting to keep her voice from trembling, she spoke to the rather large woman guarding the door.
“I’m here to inquire about the new slave,” she said, keeping her voice low and cool, as if she belonged there.
The guard studied her. “Name?”
“Mistress Buffy,” she said crisply. “Don’t forget it.” Spike whispered in her ear, and she added, “Cunt.”
Swallowing, the guard nodded and stepped out of the way. “Careful, Mistress. She’s been beating them all up, though they just gave her something to subdue her.”
Buffy pretended to ignore her advice, sailing past her.
Spike close at her heels, she surveyed the room, looking at a severely bruised woman who seemed to be extremely pissed off. “Last time I buy a slave that hasn’t yet been broken,” she was muttering.
“I could handle her,” Buffy said confidently.
The woman looked up sharply, then scoffed. “You? You’re a twig.” Buffy grabbed her, flipping her onto her back.
“No, you’re just weak,” she said coolly.
“Tell you what. If you can calm her and get her out of here without hurting anyone else, and you prove that you’re not a slave on a power trip, you can have her.”
Buffy smirked, knowing she could handle any mortal. “So what do I have to do?”
“She deserves a whipping. At least fifteen strokes with the most powerful whip in there,” the woman said scornfully. “She should barely be able to walk.” Buffy flinched, not sure she could perform the cruelty. The woman, sensing her discomfort, smirked. “You must give her the lashes, and get her to pleasure you before you can take her.”
“P-pleasure?” Buffy stammered, rewarded by a harsh poke in the back. “Oh, of course. Must be sure she’s good at it.”
“I wouldn’t know,” the woman responded bitterly.
Feeling oddly pleased that this woman hadn’t gotten anything but bruises and possibly broken bones from the slave, she nodded. “Where is she?”
The woman silently pointed at a curtain, and she stepped inside, gasping in shock. A dark-haired woman was tied, completely nude, to some sort of contraption, unable to move at all, her back to them. There were about five small needle holes, where she assumed the woman had been drugged. She walked up to her quickly, preparing to whisper what was going to happen. She stepped in front of her, then stopped, stunned.
“Faith?” she whispered.
Faith’s eyes didn’t even open, and it was obvious the drugs were finally kicking in. The woman who she’d left in the other room was waiting at the door. “Well?” she demanded, ruining Buffy’s train of thought. She turned, putting a look of casual indifference on her face. Buffy sauntered to the wall that was covered in assorted whips. Knowing a little about weapons, she found the one that looked like it would do the most damage, but from experience, she knew it would barely sting.
The woman’s eyes widened, and she obviously didn’t realize the true reason Buffy’d picked it. “Have you been a dom long?” she inquired.
Buffy glared at her. “That’s not your business.”
The woman blinked, not used to people talking back to her. She scowled and stood silently as Buffy closed her eyes, whispering, “I’m sorry, Faith.”
She knew this was the only way to free the other slayer though, so she snapped the whip, and Faith groggily started to shift at the sound. She placed a hand over Faith’s scarred back, leaning to pretend to kiss the skin. She said in a low voice, “It’s me. I’m gonna get you out of here but you have to let me do this.”
Faith whimpered, and Buffy wasn’t sure she’d gotten the message or not. “I’ve had worse, B,” an almost defeated voice responded lowly. Buffy nodded, feeling pity for the girl she’d once hated.
With a deep breath, she took a few steps back, and Spike whispered advice in her ear, “After each lash, she must count and say ‘thank you, mistress, may I have another?’ If she fails to say this, you start over.”
Buffy swallowed, then nodded, hoping the woman at the door wouldn’t get suspicious. She forced a mischievous smirk and brushed her lips against Spike’s cheek, hoping she’d think they were lovers, but shuddering at the thought. She was over that.
“I assume you know the rules,” Buffy spoke harshly, her voice clearly cutting through the silence.
“Yes,” Faith said.
“Yes, what?” Buffy demanded, wanting their farce to seem believable. The whip lashed across the younger slayer’s skin, barely touching but stinging nonetheless.
“Yes, Mistress,” she repeated.
Buffy nodded. “Good. Now count for me, and be sure to thank me for each lash, begging for more.” She wanted to make sure that Faith really knew what she was doing-she didn’t want to do anything more than she had to.
“Yes, Mistress,” Faith said, her voice exhausted.
The whip came down, almost gently, on Faith’s back.
“One, thank you Mistress; may I have another?”
Buffy felt a slight thrill run through her at the woman’s helplessness. For once, the other slayer was completely at her mercy. The whip came down a little harder.
“Two, thank you Mistress; may I have another?”
By the time Buffy reached thirteen, she was thoroughly enjoying the taller girl’s discomfort and pain.
“Thirteen, thank you Mistress; may I have another?” she gasped out, trying not to cry out from the pain.
Buffy repeated this two more times, thrilled that Faith was finally at her mercy. As Faith asked for another at fifteen, Buffy, to Faith’s great relief, said, “No, that will be all.”
She nodded to the woman. “Let her out.”
“She still has one test, girl,” the woman reminded her.
“I know that,” Buffy snapped. In truth, this was the test she was most concerned about. The last thing she wanted was the rogue slayer trying to make her come to orgasm. She’d never even kissed another girl before; she had no idea what to expect. And what if Faith decided to just attack her?
But as the woman yanked Faith toward her, Buffy knew she had nothing to worry about. Faith’s submission was coming off her in waves, and Buffy fleetingly wondered exactly how long she’d been controlled and what they’d done to her. Faith bowed her head, standing for a moment, and Buffy was amazed at how beautiful her body was. Kneeling in front of her, Faith asked, “May I pull down your pants, Mistress?”
Buffy nodded, and Faith weakly unbuttoned and unzipped them. Buffy ached to help her, sensing her weakness, but forced herself to remain uncaring.
“May I take off your underwear, Mistress?” Faith almost inaudibly asked.
Again, Buffy nodded, feeling more than a little nervous. She completely forgot about the other two in the room as Faith looked up trustingly at her. She was stunned by the look in Faith’s eyes, pleading with her to let her do anything as long as she could get away from this forsaken place.
“May I … fuck you, Mistress?” Faith asked, a hint of her rebellion coming back.
“Yes, and it had better be good-your mouth needs training in more ways than one,” Buffy snapped, not even really knowing where the words were coming from.
Faith blinked, then lowered her lips between Buffy’s legs. She was surprised to find herself already wet, and realized that this control thing was a turn-on. As Faith’s expert tongue worked on her clit, she found herself moaning and her eyes closing. This was better than having sex with a guy, more personal almost, and so… wow.
The dark slayer’s hands moved, pulling her pussy lips apart slightly and sliding her tongue inside, surprising another moan out of the blonde. She returned to licking, soon bringing Buffy to orgasm before removing her lips.
“May I dress you, Mistress?” Faith asked, her voice shaky.
Buffy nodded, unable to speak. She’d just had her first orgasm brought on by a woman, in a matter of minutes. Faith was good at this, she realized, surprised. She knew she shouldn’t be stunned-she’d made it perfectly clear that she’d had experience with both guys and girls. All she knew was that she wanted Faith inside her again, bringing her back to that place, touching her… She shivered as Faith’s fingers brushed against her, then quickly refastened her leather pants.
“Stand,” she ordered, fighting to keep her voice steady.
Faith stood, wincing slightly as it sent waves of pain down her back.
The woman at the door gaped at them in shock. “Why isn’t she fighting you?” she demanded.
Buffy ignored her, nodding to Faith. “Come on; let’s get out of here.” She picked up the whip, not wanting them to know that she’d made it easy on her. “I’m taking this.”
Faith followed, then lunged at the woman. “Goodbye, Mistress,” she sneered at her. The woman squeaked, frightened, apparently thinking that because she hadn’t attacked Buffy, she was tame from the drugs.
Buffy watched in amusement as Faith broke two of her ribs before calling her back. “Enough.”
Faith nodded. “Got a stake?”
Buffy blinked, not expecting the woman to have been a vampire, then wondering why she was surprised. After all, didn’t Spike drag her here for a reason? She tossed the injured slayer a stake and watched as she staked the woman and she dissolved into dust. “Are they all vamps?”
Faith shook her head. “Nope. Actually, the worst are usually human, though that one,” she nodded toward the ashes, “was wicked bitchy.”
Buffy nodded. “Yeah. We’ll take them all out next time, but we should get out of here until you’re not hurt.” She walked to the door, knowing they would follow.
Faith gave one last look at the woman before following Buffy out of the door. The other women watched them in stunned silence as they walked to the door, Faith occasionally glaring at people and causing them to step back, and Buffy allowing her to do so.
The stepped outside, and Faith grabbed Buffy, pulling her into a hug. Buffy hugged back awkwardly, trying not to aggravate her wounds. Spike watched, amused.
“Good job, Slayer. Even had me believing you were into that.”
“How did you know?” Buffy asked, knowing that the reason Spike had brought her there was because of Faith.
“Got my ways,” Spike said. “Just like you do… that was some scream, slayer.”
Buffy blushed, and Faith briefly met her eyes. “Faith, what happened to you?” she asked, trying to change the subject.
Faith’s smile faded. “Can we get out of here before I get into that?”
Buffy nodded, gesturing to the car. They got in, Spike driving and the two slayers in the backseat. Buffy held Faith, trying not to upset her wounds, the whip laying carelessly on the floor of the car. Soon the younger slayer was asleep, and Buffy closed her eyes, feeling completely relaxed with the girl who’d just given her oral sex.
Her face reddened slightly, and she squirmed. She’d enjoyed it. She’d not only enjoyed whipping the helpless slayer, but she’d enjoyed having her ask for permission to do everything, and she’d enjoyed having the slayer tongue-fuck her. She didn’t understand it-Faith was the one who was into that kinky sex, not her.
So why was she suddenly questioning that?
Buffy rubbed a salve into Faith’s back, keeping her touch gentle on the topless slayer. Faith was laying on her stomach, her eyes closed and keeping her hair pulled back.
“I really am sorry about having to whip you,” Buffy apologized.
Faith snorted. “No you’re not.”
Buffy paused. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, c’mon, B. You’ve always wanted me at your mercy.”
Buffy blinked. How did Faith know that when she’d just figured it out yourself.
“And besides, I could sense it. We’re halves of the same part. You got off on it, or you wouldn’t have been so wet when I fucked you. I mean, damn, B, you were like a little lake. A very tasty lake though.”
Buffy blushed brightly, knowing that Faith was smirking into the bed. “You’ve done that before, huh?”
“Done what? Whips or oral on a girl?” Faith asked casually as Buffy busily distracted herself by continuing with her back.
“Um… both?”
Faith nodded. “Yeah. Though I’m usually the one wielding the whip.”
Buffy flinched, knocking over the jar, and Faith fought back a laugh. “All done!” she announced, and Faith sat up.
“What, did you like it or something?” Faith asked curiously.
“Which part?”
Faith shrugged. “Either.”
Buffy swallowed nervously, and Faith smirked. “I always knew we were alike, B,” she said before pushing Buffy down onto the bed. Buffy looked nervously up at her.
“What are you doing, Faith?”
“Doing it right. Got handcuffs?”
Answering automatically, Buffy nodded, “Second drawer on the left.”
Faith grinned and got them, dangling them in front of the older slayer. “You trust me?”
“Not at all,” Buffy shot back.
“Good,” Faith said, shoving her back and handcuffing her hands together and to the bed before she could react. Buffy pulled at them halfheartedly, not really wanting to get free. She deserved a little fun, and if Faith wanted to give her that… She blushed. She wasn’t into girls. She never had been, so why was she suddenly aching to feel Faith’s lips against hers?
Faith straddled her, not bothering to put her shirt back on. Buffy looked up at her hungrily, drinking in the sight of the other girl’s breasts, and against her will, feeling herself getting very very wet in anticipation.
“So what should I do with you first, B?” Faith mused, leaning down to kiss her forehead. She kissed down her nose, moving slowly to her lips. She crushed her lips against the blonde’s, letting loose all of the passion she felt for her, and to her surprise found her eagerly kissing back, wanting it just as bad.
“Fuck me,” Buffy whispered, and Faith slowly nodded. She kissed down to her breasts, nipping at the skin every once in a while, her hand sliding between her legs and sliding a finger into her. She felt the older slayer draw in a breath, then added another finger and began to absently stroke her clit with her thumb.
She wanted to take it slow though, and played with Buffy’s breasts with her tongue. Each time she felt her close to orgasm, she’d pull her fingers out, hearing Buffy moan in annoyance.
“Just wait til I’m in charge,” Buffy threatened. Faith only smiled, finally giving the slayer the release she craved.
Buffy came in a shuddering scream before collapsing back against the bed. Faith unlocked the handcuffs, kissing her again. She lay on the bed, barely even wincing as her back hit the sheets. “Do your worst.”
Buffy grinned, grabbing the cuffs and securing her to the bed. “What do you call me?” she teased, licking her bottom lip.
“B?”
Buffy bit her lip, hard. “Try again.”
“Buffy?”
Faith grinned, looking at her and knowing what she wanted her to call her. The roughness was too much fun though, and she’d keep guessing wrong as long as she could. Buffy shifted to her breast, biting down harshly.
“I guess that’s a no. Um, bitch?”
Buffy growled, then following her instincts, slid two fingers into Faith’s dripping cunt.
Faith moaned, and Buffy smirked, leaning close to her lips. “What do you call me, Faith?”
“Mistress,” she gasped, not wanting to do anything to get Buffy’s fingers out of her. She kept feeling like this was a dream, and she never wanted it to end. She was handcuffed to Buffy Summers’ bed, the slayer’s fingers in her, and already feeling like she could cum. This was her biggest fantasy, and it was finally coming true.
“Good girl,” Buffy said, kissing her deeply, sliding her tongue into her mouth as her fingers slowly moved in and out of her.
Faith shivered, and Buffy started to do what had felt so good when Faith had been pleasuring her. Wiggling her fingers inside of her, she found her clit and started to play with it with her free hand, driving Faith crazy.
“Please,” she gasped.
Buffy got a cruel idea, and smirked. “Don’t cum until I let you,” she said softly.
Faith blinked, obviously wondering when Buffy had turned into a top, but nodded, “Yes, Mistress.”
Again, Buffy felt the desire for the girl as she submitted to her, thinking that this was the way sex should be.
Teasing her to the brink of orgasm, she continued to play, keeping her there as long as possible. Impressed by how long Faith was holding out, she finally said, “Okay.”
Faith came at the next brush against her clit, gasping for air.
Buffy unlocked her, and they cuddled together, getting some sleep in anticipation of the next day.