The Witch, The Whip, His Wife and Her Lover

Prologue

by Alan Smithee

Tags: #cw:noncon #dom:female #pov:bottom #sub:female #D/s #f/f #m/f #sub:male #urban_fantasy

This seed of this story was planted by Ozhojabbe’s Alter-Right, which inverts the more traditional structure of the EMC stories that relate directly to politics. I enjoyed the tale, but wanted to see similar concepts developed over a longer span, and wanted to go a different direction with the protagonist.

The beliefs and behaviours presented by of some characters in the following story can be very unpleasant, and these are not condoned by me, nor are they in any way representative of my own views in real life.

Mistress leaned in closer. She could feel her hot breath on the side of her neck. She was almost shaking with anticipation.

“Assume the position.” The perfect Black words echoed in Pet’s mind in perfect synchronicity as Mistress spoke.

Pet dropped the remains of her clothes on the floor, mounted the bed, got down on all fours, and pushed her ass as high into the air as it could go. She could hear the gentle clicking of Mistress’ heels as she walked over to put her bag down on the bench at the far side of the room. As she walked back, Pet was blessed with a momentary glimpse of her Mistress in profile. She wore a tight, gray, low-cut sweater, a short skirt and a delightful pair of stockings.

“Did you do as I asked?” Mistress said, running a hand along the base of her spine, slowly moving up to her neck. She tingled all over.

“Yes Mistress,” she replied, feeling a jolt of pleasure as the words escaped her lips. “I did everything exactly like you taught me.”

“That’s very good, Pet,” Mistress said, gently massaging the top of her scalp with one hand. This was heaven. All those years spent on vapid pursuits, all that life wasted on that vile man had meaning now. They all led here.

“I’m so pleased with your progress. Now, let’s begin with some basic revision.” She gestured downward.

Pet salivated at the thought. She crawled down to the floor, helped Mistress out of her panties, lifted the skirt and started pleasuring her with her tongue. Pet was still new to this side of sexuality, but she was making good progress. Mistress was writhing and moaning as Pet enthusiastically pleasured her.

“Now… oh… let’s start off simple. What -mmmm- what are the three components of any spell?”

“Verbal, Material, and Somatic, Mistress,” she replied, speaking quickly to disrupt her service as little as possible.

“Ohh yess, yes that’s right. Keep going, oh yes,” she said. Pet was unsure if Mistress meant for her to keep pleasuring her or to elaborate on her answer. Eventually she settled on both.

“Verbal components are the words or phrases of power necessary to invoke the weave,” she said, thrusting her tongue back inside Mistress for a short moment before continuing, “Material components are the objects that color it.” She homed in on a particularly sensitive spot, then moved to complete her answer. “The Somatic components are the gestures that focus it.”

Where pleasing Mistress was concerned, nothing felt like work – she was so focused on her task that minutes passed in the blink of an eye. Mistress would ask questions, and Pet would answer them. She’d been no good at studying in her college days, but with Mistress, everything was different. She would study relentlessly, and the beautiful Black thoughts would enter her mind like gentle kisses, brushing aside all thoughts of distraction and disobedience, no matter how far she was from her divine presence.

Mistress grabbed her head and pushed it firmly into her crotch with one hand, and tugged on her hair with the other. She started tensing up her muscles. Pet redoubled her efforts. Mistress’ moans became louder and more regular. Mistress came.

“Mmmmmmm, that’s exactly what I needed,” she said. “Now what would a good little Pet want?” Mistress continued. Pet didn’t have to think, the response came automatically.

“The Whip, Mistress. Please punish me, please…” she said. The form of the beautiful Black instrument was burned into her mind. It was pleasure. It was obedience. Mistress crossed the room, then returned. Pet straightened her posture. Mistress sat down on the bed beside her, and started whispering the familiar incantation under her breath. Pet knew exactly what that meant. Her pussy was practically dripping in response. Mistress ran the beautiful Black Whip along the curve of her ass. She shook involuntarily.

In one smooth movement, Mistress raised the whip and struck her with it. Pet let out a yelp that turned into a moan halfway through. Mistress struck her again, and then again. Pet started to float away, leaving the entire world behind. Her whole mind was a single, unified experience. Everything was ecstasy. Everything was Black.

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