I step into Mistress's house and there's a note where I would normally kneel. It says she's downstairs. I find my way to the cellar door and remove my clothes. When I get to the bottom of the steps she's waiting for me, whip in hand. The lingerie she's wearing makes it hard to focus on anything else.

"Crawl to me, Katia." There's that devilish grin she wears so well.

I approach her as quickly as I can. "Yes, Mistress?"

"Kiss your master's feet." She orders.

The request catches me off guard. I hesitate. She cracks the whip against my backside. A groan escapes my lips.

"I don't like repeating myself." Miss Bell looks down at me. Her eyes are cold and dark with lust. I do as I'm instructed. I kiss her feet. Over and over until she pulls my head up by my hair. She leads me to a post and pulls me to my feet by my hair. She cuffs my ankles to the post first before bending me over and locking my wrists into place. My legs are spread and my ass is in the air. I can already feel my groin quivering.

"You are so sexy." Mistress says.

"Thank you Master."

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, ma'am." I say.

"Don't forget it, whore."

I bite my lip as I feel my clit throb. Mistress walks over to the wall of instrument and picks up a flogger. She disappears behind me but I feel the tails of the flogger tickling my thighs. She trails it along my back, awaking every goosebump. The hits start off light, playful even. This isn't bad. Spoke too soon. I jump at the force of the last hit. They're getting harder.

"Mistress!" I cry out. It hurts so good. There's a waterfall pooling between my legs. The sting from the flogger is lasting even after she has stopped hitting me. Still, I want more. The soft touch of her hand startles me. I hear her chuckle. She must have felt my body react.

"My little slut is all hot and bothered." Her fingers tease my slit. I moan. I see her walk away out of the corner of my eye. She stays there for a second before coming back behind me. Then I feel it. Something hard pressing into me. It's a dildo.

"Pointe." I say.

Mistress immediately stops everything. She uncuffs me from the post and tosses her strap on harness on the bed. She pulls me close to her.

"What's wrong?" She asks softly.

"I uh.. I've never done that before." I confess.

"Okay. We don't have to do it." She smooths my hair back and kisses my forehead.

My eyes meet hers. "I want to."

She bites her lip the way she does when she's watching me in class. She thinks I don't notice but I do. "Are you sure, Katia? I won't be mad if you say no."

I nod. "Yes Mistress, just be gentle please."

She kisses me deeply. It's passionate yet soft. Filled with longing and lust. We make our way to the bed and lay down together. She continues kissing me. Her hand grips my breast firmly. She starts kissing and sucking my neck. I was already soaking wet for her now it's a flood. She kisses me down to my thighs and begins licking my pussy lips. Her tongue glides across my clit slowly. Hungrily. It's sweet torture. Her fingers enter me gently and find my spot with ease. I open my legs wider and grind against her tongue. She grabs the harness and puts it back on. She positions herself between my legs and kisses me again. I dig my nails into her back as she slides into me. It's uncomfortable and kind of burns. The pain is definitely noticeable but not unbearable. It feels so big inside of me. I gasp as she begins to move her hips, slowly guiding the dick in and out of me. As she keeps going the pain begins to dull. It's a different feeling than fingers. It's deeper. Wider. Filling. She's so deep inside of me.

"Christine." I moan into her ear and bite her shoulder.

"Do I feel good inside of you, baby?" She asks.

"Yes. Please don't stop." I beg.

She doesn't. We stay like this until I lose track of my orgasms. She remains careful with me, touching me gently. Being the perfect Lady. I feel myself getting tired. She notices. Mistress pulls out and lays next to me. She slides the harness off and cuddles me.

"Are you okay, baby?" She asks.

I nod. "Yes, ma'am." I yawn.

"Come on. Let's get you in the tub and ready for bed." She says.

"Yes, ma'am."

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After our baths, Mistress surprises me with new pajamas. It's a onesie with footies. I love it. It's soft and warm and helps me feel small. I think I might be a little. I know I'm a little. Apparently age regression, or little space, is a real and respected thing in this community. I should have been living my life like this sooner. I don't know if I have to tell Mistress I'm a little. I think she already knows. These pajamas scream little space.

"Mistress?"

"Yes baby?"

"Can we sleep together tonight?" I ask.

She nods. "Yes."

"Yayyy." I drag her to my bed and we snuggle close together. She smells so good.

"Ma'am, I have to tell something." I say.

"What's that?" She's rubbing my head and it feels really good.

"I think I'm a little."

She chuckles. "I think so too."

"Is that weird?"

"No." She says quickly.

"Can I call you Mama?"

"Yes baby."

I kiss her shoulder. The same one I bit earlier. I lay my head on her chest.

"Goodnight little one." She kisses the top of my head.

"Goodnight Mama."