Mistress By Mistake: Part Two

By Katrinka Karu

Editors Note: The first part of Mistress By Mistake by Katrinka Karu can be found in Issue 10 of FEMDOM Magazine.

Chapter 5

Ming was sitting in the armchair, legs crossed, sipping a drink when he walked back into the living room. The stunner was sitting in her lap. She held it as he walked over.

“I know your hormones are all in a jumble,” she said, “but I can still flatten you.”

Matt held his hands up. “Don’t worry.” He sat across from her and placed the handcuff key on the coffee table. The chastity belt key was nowhere to be seen.

“Thank you,” Ming said. “I found the inspection most illuminating.”

“You’re welcome,” Matt said. “Does that mean you’ll give me the key back?”

“No,” Ming said, and Matt’s face fell. “I never promised to give you the key, nor did I promise to allow you to leave here unencumbered. I only promised to unlock and remove the belt, which I did.”

She took a sip of her drink. “I’m still upset that you lied to me, and for that a reprimand is in order.” She stared at him harshly. “One month in the belt should suffice.”

Matt’s jaw hung open. “A month?”

“Yes,” she replied. “But I’ll allow the week you’ve already worn the belt to count, which leaves three weeks. Also, if you wish a short respite from the belt I will remove it from you for a time each Friday night, assuming good behavior of course.”

Ming stood and walked to the door. “Can I assume I’ll see you next Friday?”

Matt walked to the door in a haze. “Um, sure,” he said. “Same time?”

“Yes,” she said.

Before he knew it Matt was standing outside the house. He was no closer to having the keys to his belt and far, far more frustrated than when he’d arrived.

Yet… he’d also never felt so excited.

Chapter 6

The second week in the belt was grueling for Matt. Not only was he going on his second week without an orgasm, but he was in a complete quandary over Ming. She was still mysterious and beautiful, but now she was much more real. She definitely had a kinky streak, and he found himself imagining them in a relationship.

The only problem was that when he saw her at work she passed right by him without even a glance. It was like she’d never seen him before. It made the whole Friday night encounter seem like a fantasy.

That set the stage for the entire week. They never spoke and she remained completely aloof. By the end of the week Matt had no idea what Ming thought about him, or if she thought about him at all.

When Friday night came, and Matt was standing on Ming’s porch ringing the bell, he was wracked with nervousness.

Ming answered the door and Matt’s concerns evaporated. His attention was lost by how beautiful she looked.

Ming was dressed in a long red Chengseum dress in deep blue. It was breathtakingly tight from her chin to below her knees, but was slit up both sides to her thighs. The sleeves were very short, and on her arms she wore opera length black satin gloves. On her legs she wore black leather boots, and Matt could see through the dress’ slits that they came up to mid thigh. Her hair was pinned up, with a few strands trailing down to frame her perfect face.

“Are you planning to come in?” Ming asked. “I wasn’t planning on giving the entire neighborhood a show.”

Matt rushed in and Ming shut the door. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to stare.”

“Don’t apologize,” Ming said, walking to the living room. “I’d be upset if my appearance didn’t cause you to stare. Please, sit.”

Matt sat down on the couch and Ming sat in the armchair. She pulled her skirt to the side as she crossed her legs, allowing the boots to show fully. They were black with heels that must have been 5” at least, and they laced up the front.

“Do you like my boots?”

Matt nodded. “Definitely!”

“I’ve had them for some time. You’re the first man to ever see me wear them.”

Matt felt a surge of pride. “They’re really spectacular.”

“Most men don’t appreciate boots. Oh, all men love high heels, of course. That’s universal. But a boot lover is something special.”

Ming let the dress fall back over her knees. “Did you enjoy last weekend?”

“Very much,” Matt replied. “It’s all I can think about.”

Ming smiled, and stood. She walked to a cabinet and pulled out some leather items and a set of padlocks.

“I have something a bit more stringent in mind for you tonight,” she said. “Do as I say and you may earn an orgasm.”

She turned toward the dining room and Matt jumped to follow.

Chapter 7

Ming bound Matt with bondage mittens, straps, and a bondage helmet, all in black leather.

The helmet was tight fitting and laced up the back. It had holes for his eyes and mouth, but snaps were fit around each to accommodate the leather blindfold and gag which sat innocently on the dining room table. It had a stiff, thick collar attached to it that covered the end of the laces and locked in the back. She laced it on and then painstakingly tightened the laces to make sure the fit was perfect.

The mittens completely encased his hands, forcing them into tight fists. They zipped on and had locking leather straps around the wrists to keep them secure. On the ends there were ‘D’ rings for attachment. Matt’s arms were pulled behind him and his wrists were pulled up between his shoulder blades so that the rings could be connected to the collar. To make absolutely sure his arms were immobile, a thick strap encircled his chest and bound arms.

Once in the helmet and arm bondage, Ming ran a chain from the top of the helmet to the ceiling hook. She then forced his legs apart and kept them that way with a steel spreader bar and leather ankle cuffs. The tension on the chain forced him to keep his head perfectly level.

Except for the chastity belt and bondage items, Matt was naked.

Ming pressed herself against Matt as he stood in his bonds. She stroked his leather encased head with her gloved hands and rubbed her body against his. She whispered in his ear. “You love this, don’t you?”

Matt nodded.

Ming moved away from him and smiled, seeing the frustration in his eyes. She reached up and pulled the key to his belt from a necklace that she wore beneath the dress.

Matt felt her hands at his waist and then the belt loosened. His cock sprang out as soon as it was free.

Ming brushed her satin gloved hand across his cock a few times. Each time his body trembled at her touch. She grasped his cock and slowly squeezed, then let it go. Matt was as horny as he’d ever been.

Ming stood back and let Matt suffer. She turned to the table and picked up a shiny metal ring. She held it before him.

“I told you tonight you might earn an orgasm. Here’s how. I want you to wear this around the base of your cock. You can think of it as a symbol of who owns your cock. Are you willing to do this for me?”

“Yes,” Matt said, nodding furiously.

“Good,” Ming said. The way she smiled made Matt think he’d just made a huge mistake.

Ming reached down and threaded his cock through the ring. She had to work to get it over his scrotum, but she did it. It was tight enough that Matt’s cock began to throb, but it only intensified his arousal.

Ming picked up a wine glass in one hand and grasped Matt’s cock with the other. She began to slowly pump him. Matt quickly became overcome with the sensations and began to pull at his bindings.

“Now, now,” Ming said. “I expect you to remain still. I don’t want a drop of cum on my gloves or dress. If you can’t keep from thrashing around I’ll stop right now.”

Matt forced himself to stop moving. He tensed his muscles to keep them from twitching.

Ming resumed, and it only took a few minutes before Matt erupted into the wine glass. Ming squeezed his cock hard and pumped as he orgasmed, and Matt strained to keep from bucking his hips.

Afterward, Matt practically collapsed against his bonds. Ming put the glass down and cleaned up Matt with a handkerchief. The ring felt much more comfortable now that Matt’s cock was flaccid.

“I’m going to keep you bound a while longer,” Ming said when Matt showed signs of recovery. “Do you want the belt back on now, or would you like to remain free? Bear in mind, if your cock becomes erect I’ll have to use the stunner to get you locked back up.”

Matt looked at the dominant woman in front of him. He already felt his cock stirring. “Better lock me up now.”

Ming retrieved the belt and threaded Matt’s cock into the tube. She put his scrotum in the metal pouch and made sure everything was situated properly. The new cock ring rested right against the metal hole for his genitals, and didn’t interfere a bit. If anything, it made a second barrier against anything being inserted through the leg holes.

With the belt in place Ming locked the waist band and checked to make sure the fit was tight. It was. She stepped back and admired the view.

Ming picked up a small remote control and held it before Matt. “Do you know what this is?” she asked, grinning.

“No,” Matt replied.

Ming pressed one of the three buttons on the remote. Matt felt a tingle at the base of his cock. It was just a tickle, but enough that he couldn’t ignore it.

“That’s warning mode,” Ming said. She pressed the second button and Matt felt a stream of electricity course through his groin. It was painful, but he tried not to show it. After ten seconds or so he couldn’t stand it any longer. He began to thrash in his bonds, lifting his feet and bucking his crotch.

“Please stop,” Matt cried.

Ming lifted her finger from the button and the electricity turned off.

“That’s punishment level 1. Care to try level 2?”

Matt didn’t answer. He was scared to say ‘no,’ but was even more afraid not to answer.

Ming let her finger linger over the button before she pressed it. When she did, she only held it for a second.

It was enough. Matt screamed and leapt into the air in spite of the leg spreader. The pain was so sudden and intense that he couldn’t breathe.

“Now,” Ming said, “I have a very important question for you. I want you to think about it very hard before you answer.” Matt gulped. “Without the key, how would you get out of the belt?”

Matt thought for a minute. “I don’t know that I could.”

Ming pressed the button and gave him a level 2 shock. Matt jumped in pain.

“Be creative,” she said.

Matt thought hard. “The metal is laced with titanium, so it’s too hard to be cut without serious harm to me. It’s one continuous piece of metal so there aren’t any seams to try to break. I don’t know how the locking mechanism works, but once locked on the waistband and crotch shield are completely fused. I don’t think there’s any way to pry them apart.”

“What about a locksmith? It is a lock. It must be able to be picked.”

“The lock is all electronic so there’s nothing mechanical to pick. The keyhole opens when the belt detects the access code sent from a microchip in the key on a specific frequency. Between the frequency and the code there would be literally millions of combinations to try. It would be virtually impossible to find the right one.”

“And what about the manufacturer? Surely they could remove it.”

“Maybe,” Matt said. “But they moved shortly after my belt was made. I tried to contact them a few years ago to see about getting an addition to the belt and I never heard back. They may be out of business. It’s hard to tell what happened to them because they don’t speak English.”

Ming thought through Matt’s answers. After a few minutes she seemed satisfied. “Well,” she said holding the key. “I guess I’d better be extra careful with this. For your sake, that is.” She smiled and put the remote down, then picked up the blindfold and gag and attached them to the helmet. Matt had to open his mouth as the leather pouch was forced in.

Matt felt Ming press herself against him. “You’ve had your pleasure,” she whispered into his ear, “now it’s time I had mine. Feel free to struggle all you like.”

Ming moved away, and Matt was left bound and sightless.

At first he thought she’d left, then he felt the warning tingle. Then the first level of punishment.

She put him through the paces, alternating between modes of pain and periods of rest. She only used level 2 punishment a few times, and never for more than a split second, but after enough level 1 punishment Matt couldn’t help but thrash in his bonds.

The session lasted for what seemed like a long time. The more Matt struggled the more rapid the mode changes came. At times he thought he could hear moaning coming from Ming. His torment was fueling her passion.

Then it all ended. After a few moments Matt felt the gag removed, then felt Ming’s lips pressed against his. It only lasted a few seconds, but the kiss felt more intense than any of the electrical shocks had.

Chapter 8

The next week started out much like the last. Matt and Ming worked on the same floor, less than a hundred yards from one another, but not a word was spoken between them. It was difficult to imagine that one held the pain and pleasure of the other so completely.

On Wednesday that all changed.

Matt rushed to the elevator on the way to lunch. He made it just before the doors closed. There were a number of people inside, including Ming. His eyes landed on her, but she didn’t return his look. Matt turned toward the doors, then he felt the warning tingle. As the elevator began to move the tingle became pain level 1.

Matt tensed his thighs against the pain. As the elevator continued down he had a harder and harder time controlling himself. He looked over his shoulder at Ming. She met his gaze for a fraction of a second, but the glare he received forced him to return his stare forward. He did note that her hands were in her coat pockets.

When the elevator reached the ground floor and the doors opened the pain ceased. Matt rushed out and stood off to the side, forcing his breathing to relax.

As Ming exited she glanced his direction. There was a devilish smile on her face. Matt jumped as a split second burst on level 2 ripped through his groin. A few people looked at him oddly, but his tormentor was not among them. She was merrily exiting the building as if he didn’t exist.

Chapter 9

Friday night Ming greeted Matt at the door wearing a tight leather dress that ended at mid thigh and had long sleeves. She had on black hose and black knee boots with 6” heels and a 1” platform, as well as black leather wrist gloves. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore a leather military style hat which gave her a severe look.

“How was your week?” Ming asked as she sat on the armchair and crossed her legs. There was a short riding crop on the table next to her chair. She picked it up and idly rubbed it on her leg and boot.

“My week was fine,” Matt said, seated on the couch.

“I hope I wasn’t too much of a distraction for you at work,” she said with a smile.

“No,” Matt replied quickly. “It was nice to know you were thinking about me.”

“Yes,” Ming said. “I’ve definitely been thinking about you. And have you been thinking about me?”

“All the time.”

“Are you horny,” Ming asked. “Or was last week enough to keep you satisfied.”

“I’ve never been more horny,” Matt said. “Last week was great, but it was just a tease. With you tormenting me all week it just got worse and worse. I don’t know what I’ll do if you don’t let me cum tonight.”

“Tsk, tsk,” Ming said. “I’m sure you would survive. Strip for me, please.”

Matt stripped to his chastity belt. Ming tossed him a leather collar that had a pair of handcuffs dangling from the back at the end of a short chain. Matt wrapped the collar around his neck, buckled it, then reached his hands up between his shoulder blades and cuffed them.

“Come here and spread your legs.”

Matt stood in front of the armchair where Ming sat. She produced the key from her necklace and unlocked the belt. She slid it down and off, then put it on the floor. Matt’s cock stood straight out. The ring made it almost painful.

“Sit,” Ming said, and Matt sat down on the coffee table. She leaned forward and put her hands on his knees, slowly spreading them apart. She gently stroked his cock. It twitched at the lightest touch and Matt held his breath, fighting for control.

“I’ve enjoyed our evenings together,” Ming said. “And from the look of things you have too.”

Matt nodded.

“Would you object if I forced you to be more slavish?” she asked. “It might require you to become more intimate with my needs.”

Matt trembled and without warning his cock spasmed and erupted, leaving white globs on Ming’s gloved hand and the coffee table. Ming pulled her hand back and reached for the remote with the other. Matt tensed as level 2 pain coursed through him. His cock, already starting to deflate, became instantly flaccid. Tears welled up in his eyes.

Ming held the button down for long seconds. It was enough that Matt was whimpering before she was done. To his credit he kept from screaming, but it was only because he knew how much trouble he was already in.

When Ming released the button, Matt tensed, waiting for further assault. It didn’t come, though. Ming merely stood and fetched a washcloth to clean the mess.

“You’ll have to be punished for that,” she said, more dispassionate than angry. Matt shivered at the proclamation.

Ming left the room and returned with a wash basin, shaving cream, and a razor.

“Stand and straddle the table, please.”

Matt stood so that his legs were on either side of the table. Ming removed the ring from his cock and proceeded to shave his entire crotch smooth. The sensations were wonderful and he was already becoming hard again. When she was satisfied he was smooth she replaced the ring and then put him back into the chastity belt. It took two sizeable shocks to get him flaccid again after the attention.

Without releasing him further she sat back in her armchair and pointed to the floor before her. She spread her legs. “Kneel.”

Matt fell to his knees before her.

“Start licking at my boot heels and move up.”

Matt started licking. With his arms bound behind him it was hard, but the excitement of being so close to Ming made it worth it. It was a fantasy come true. He slowly licked her boots all over, then worked his way up her calves to her knees, then thighs, and eventually to her crotch. She shocked him every time he got in a hurry. By the time he reached her sex she was moaning and writhing. His arms were in agony, but he never thought of stopping. She had two orgasms before pushing him away.

“Mmmm,” she said. “Very nice. You make a good slave.”

“Thank you,” Matt said, still kneeling.

Ming cut her recovery short to unbind him, sensing the extreme discomfort he must be feeling. In less than fifteen minutes he was dressed and back in his car. He drove home wondering if she’d forgotten to punish him, or if shaving was his punishment, or if some new punishment would be waiting for him the following week.

Chapter 10

By the middle of the week Matt had his answer. Itching! The hair stubble beneath the belt and on his scrotum was growing back in and it itched.

He fidgeted constantly. His hands instinctively reached for his crotch, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t get so much as a pinky finger in to scratch. It was maddening.

Ming was clearly enjoying his predicament, too. Each time he saw her she smiled at him, and once she even grazed her long fingernails across his back in the elevator, proof she knew exactly what she’d done to him. It was by far the most attention she’d ever shown him outside of her home, though, so that was a plus.

The itching eased by the end of the week, but the reminder of what punishments awaited him if he couldn’t control himself lingered.

Chapter 11

Friday night Matt stood outside Ming’s door nervously. It was supposed to be the end of his imprisonment. He was half excited, but half fearful. While he desperately wanted his freedom back, he wasn’t ready to trade his time with Ming for anything. He silently hoped he could somehow keep both.

Ming answered the door wearing a blue dress, black hose, and black heels. The outfit was very normal looking, and nothing like what Matt had come to expect. She invited him in and they each took their place in the living room. Matt saw the key sitting on the armrest beside her.

“As I’m sure you’re aware,” Ming said, “your punishment is due to come to an end.” She paused and picked up the key, letting it dangle from the necklace chain. “I’ve decided, though, not to return your chastity belt key.”

Matt was confused, but he’d come to trust Ming, so he simply nodded and listened on.

“Prior to receiving this key my life was boring,” Ming said, twisting the necklace chain between her fingers until the key rested in her palm. “I’ve always known that I’m different – sexually, that is – from other women. I even knew enough to recognize my kinks for bondage and fetish clothing, which I freely indulge. But since receiving this key my libido has been in overdrive like never before. No fantasy, no sex toy, and certainly no man has ever come close to giving me the kind of pleasure I’ve felt from merely holding this key.” She made a tight fist around the key.

“So you see,” Ming said, “whatever happens I simply cannot give you this key back.” Ming put the necklace back around her neck. The key dangled beneath the dress between her breasts.

“That leaves us in a difficult spot,” Ming continued. “While I would very much like to continue what we’ve started, I refuse to build a relationship solely on deviant sexual practices.

“So, you have a choice to make. You can either start courting me properly, with dating, flowers, phone calls and such, or you can walk out of here right now and never see me again. If you choose to stay there will be a minimum courting period during which there can be no sexual play. I’d say at least three months. The keys and the remote will be off limits, allowing both of us to act like a normal couple. If we survive dating, then we can take up where we left off. And I guarantee you,” she added with a wicked gleam, “where we left off was the tip of the iceberg.”

Ming turned her head away. “If you choose to go you’ll be stuck in the belt until you figure out a way to get it off. I suppose you’d have to go back to Europe and search for someone who could help, if that’s even possible.

“Either way,” Ming said, patting the key on her chest, “You will never have the key again for the rest of your life.”

Ming waited as Matt took in everything he’d heard. It seemed that either way he was stuck in the belt for the foreseeable future.

Ming looked as nervous as Matt had ever seen her as he stood. He walked around the table and held out his hand. “Miss Liu, would you like to have dinner with me this evening.”

Ming smiled and took his hand.

The End

Editors Note: The first part of Mistress By Mistake by Katrinka Karu can be found in Issue 10 of FEMDOM Magazine. Chapter 5 Ming was sitting in the armchair, legs crossed, sipping a drink when he walked back into the living room. The stunner was sitting in her lap. She held it as he walked over.

“I know your hormones are all in a jumble,” she said, “but I can still flatten you.”

Matt held his hands up. “Don’t worry.” He sat across from her and placed the handcuff key on the coffee table. The chastity belt key was nowhere to be seen.

“Thank you,” Ming said. “I found the inspection most illuminating.”

“You’re welcome,” Matt said. “Does that mean you’ll give me the key back?”

She took a sip of her drink. “I’m still upset that you lied to me, and for that a reprimand is in order.” She stared at him harshly. “One month in the belt should suffice.”

Matt’s jaw hung open. “A month?” “Yes,” she replied. “But I’ll allow the week you’ve already worn the belt to count, which leaves three weeks. Also, if you wish a short respite from the belt I will remove it from you for a time each Friday night, assuming good behavior of course.”

Ming stood and walked to the door. “Can I assume I’ll see you next Friday?”

Matt walked to the door in a haze. “Um, sure,” he said. “Same time?”

“Yes,” she said. Before he knew it Matt was standing outside the house. He was no closer to having the keys to his belt and far, far more frustrated than when he’d arrived.

Yet… he’d also never felt so excited. Chapter 6 The second week in the belt was grueling for Matt. Not only was he going on his second week without an orgasm, but he was in a complete quandary over Ming. She was still mysterious and beautiful, but now she was much more real. She definitely had a kinky streak, and he found himself imagining them in a relationship.

That set the stage for the entire week. They never spoke and she remained completely aloof. By the end of the week Matt had no idea what Ming thought about him, or if she thought about him at all.

When Friday night came, and Matt was standing on Ming’s porch ringing the bell, he was wracked with nervousness.

Ming answered the door and Matt’s concerns evaporated. His attention was lost by how beautiful she looked.

“Are you planning to come in?” Ming asked. “I wasn’t planning on giving the entire neighborhood a show.”

Matt rushed in and Ming shut the door. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to stare.”

“Don’t apologize,” Ming said, walking to the living room. “I’d be upset if my appearance didn’t cause you to stare. Please, sit.”

“Do you like my boots?” Matt nodded. “Definitely!” “I’ve had them for some time. You’re the first man to ever see me wear them.”

Matt felt a surge of pride. “They’re really spectacular.”

“Most men don’t appreciate boots. Oh, all men love high heels, of course. That’s universal. But a boot lover is something special.”

Ming let the dress fall back over her knees. “Did you enjoy last weekend?” “Very much,” Matt replied. “It’s all I can think about.”

Ming smiled, and stood. She walked to a cabinet and pulled out some leather items and a set of padlocks.

“I have something a bit more stringent in mind for you tonight,” she said. “Do as I say and you may earn an orgasm.”

She turned toward the dining room and Matt jumped to follow. Chapter 7 Ming bound Matt with bondage mittens, straps, and a bondage helmet, all in black leather.

Except for the chastity belt and bondage items, Matt was naked.

Matt nodded. Ming moved away from him and smiled, seeing the frustration in his eyes. She reached up and pulled the key to his belt from a necklace that she wore beneath the dress.

Matt felt her hands at his waist and then the belt loosened. His cock sprang out as soon as it was free.

Ming stood back and let Matt suffer. She turned to the table and picked up a shiny metal ring. She held it before him.

“Yes,” Matt said, nodding furiously. “Good,” Ming said. The way she smiled made Matt think he’d just made a huge mistake.