The day I broke my mistress

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The Day I Broke My Mistress

It was a regular Saturday evening.

She moved through the marble hallway in her silky robe, tiptoeing like she walked on my nerves, literally. But tonight, something felt different. She felt different. Her air was off, like she needed something more, something to make her feel again.

I sat quietly where she had placed me, watching her delicate little face. She glanced at me once, then quickly looked away.

I knew it.
Something was about to happen.
Something neither of us had faced before.

She didn’t know what she wanted and that alone unnerved her. It unnerved me too.

“May I speak freely, Mistress?”

It caught her off guard. Her eyes flickered with curiosity, maybe even a little thrill. I rarely asked for that kind of permission. I didn’t need to.

With a slow, teasing smile, she replied,
“Yes, Jay. You may… But you’d better make it interesting.”

I said,
“Mistress, you seem distant. Eager for something you don’t have. You say you own everything, but tonight, you don’t look like you believe it.”

She tilted her head, amused.
“That’s what I like about you. You always notice.”

The air shifted.

She walked toward me, no longer floating. No more tiptoes. Now she walked through me like a giant.

She leaned in and rested her face on my shoulder. Her voice came out quiet, heavy with a kind of *** she didn’t often show.

“I’m bored, Jay.”

I wasn’t just another plaything to her. I never had been. I didn’t amuse her. I mirrored her. That’s why she loved breaking me over and over. Because in me, she saw herself.

“What can I do to ease your boredom, Mistress?”

She looked into my eyes, watery, delicate, dangerously open.
“I’m afraid… you can’t do anything.”

“There must be something,” I said, “a way to use me.”

Now she was curious. Teased. Ready to risk everything.

“What if I gave myself to you for one day?” she asked.
“Not as your Mistress. As your equal. What would you do?”

I knew her too well.
I didn’t take the bait.
Not yet.

“I don’t want to be your equal, Mistress.”

That riled her. She shifted, slightly nervous, and said,
“If, Jay. If.”

She kept leading me back to it. I let her.

“If I were your equal,” I began, “and I had you for one day…”

I hesitated.
She leaned in, hungry for my answer.

“Go on,” she whispered. “I’m waiting.”

“I’d make you feel the way you’ve made me feel.”

Her breath caught. Her eyes widened. Surprised. Teased.
Challenged.

She reached for my collar. Unclasped it.
And said softly,
“Then tell me..how do I make you feel?”

That was it. I was her equal now.
She didn’t deny it. That alone meant everything.
She still held the power, but now, she was choosing to share it.

I stood.

Walked into the closet.
Pulled out my clothes and dressed slowly, deliberately. I was playing her game now. But on my terms.

She remained seated on the floor, the same creature, the same beast that once towered over me.
Now she was the one looking up.

She had created a monster she couldn’t tame anymore.
But it didn’t scare her. No, she welcomed it.

She gathered herself, sat on her throne, crossed her legs.
“Well, I don’t feel anything yet.”

“You want to know how you make me feel?” I asked.
She smirked. “Sure. I’m sure it’s going to be fun.”

I walked to her drawer, where she kept her panties.
I picked the pair I liked most, purple, see-through mesh. The kind that always led my eyes to the gate of her hell.

Then I went through her toy box, chose a butt plug,not too small, not too big. Just enough to keep her aware.

I picked out her white satin dress. Backless.
And her black heels with red bottoms, her favorite.

“Please,” I said. “Wear this for me.”

She smiled. She knew this game now and she was happy to play.

“I’d like to take you to dinner,” I said.
I wasn’t asking. I was stating.
That shift in tone lit something inside her.

She nodded. “Sure.”

We dined at her favorite restaurant.
Drank her favorite wine.
But the whole time, she burned with anticipation, wanting to see where this would go.

I held her hand, leaned in close, my mouth brushing her right ear. I could smell her, the scent. The one that once made me kneel now made me hungry.

I whispered,

“Will you excuse yourself, go to the bathroom, pleasure yourself in your panties, and once you come, remove your toy and bring it back to me.”

She smiled slowly. Sat her glass down. Gave me that look. The one that could melt kingdoms.

And she stood.
Walked to the bathroom.
Took her time.

When she returned, her cheeks were red, her skin glowing. She sat without a word and handed me the toy, still warm, still wet.

“Please remove your panties,” I said.

She obeyed. Right there, under her dress, slowly, teasing herself again in the process. She handed them to me.

“Put them in your wine glass,” I said, “along with the toy.”

She did.

I waved to the waiter, holding up my empty glass.

When he arrived, I leaned toward her again.

“When he pours the wine, hold your glass and look him in the eye.”

She did.

The waiter tried to hide his reaction, but I saw the flicker in his face.
She saw it too.

She loved it.
She owned him.


When he left, I looked at her and asked,
“How do you feel now?”

She leaned back, a slow smirk spreading across her lips.
“I feel like I own the world.”

I nodded, smiling just a little.
“That’s how you make me feel,” I said.
“Don’t ever take it from me.”

[Re****]

Nice write that sounds like an amazing dynamic, it sound like you both are very happy 😊