A Secret Lost Part 1 Read Free

obligatory, “Mistress.”
    “You are saying I am wrong, then?”
    “I was desperate and–“ she falls quiet. No doubt she is well aware that anything I say is to be accepted as the truth, no matter how farfetched, as part of our deal.
    “No, Anna, that wasn’t it,” I say in my sweet teen voice. “Desperate doesn’t cover it. What I think, dear Anna Kelly, is that secretly you are one horny bitch who enjoyed getting her pussy reamed by three different guys.” Smiling broadly, I watch her eyes pool over and decide to drive the stake in a bit deeper. “I bet you miss those days, don’t you? How many shoots did you do, bitch?”
    “Just that one, Mistress,” she says, as if that would make a difference.
    “Any movies?”
    Her eyes widening, she assures me she never did that. “Never, Mistress!”
    We’ll have to change that, I think, but keep my thoughts to myself. “Drop the pants,” I say coolly.
    I can tell she is going over her options again during the moment of hesitation, and the resignation that follows tells me she has again reached the inevitable conclusion that compliance is the only viable way forward. Sitting up straight, her hands shake as she opens the jeans and after thinking for a moment, she leans over on one hand and starts pulling the jeans down her round hips with the other. I look up exasperatedly, taking in the granny panties that brace her ass. Really, a woman like her dressing like this ought to be a crime.
    “Panties too, Anna.”
    Frozen for a moment, she predictably gives in after several seconds and pulls the panties down too, her face turning a bright red.
    “I love seeing you blush, Anna,” I say, not stopping filming her leaning on one hand as she struggles to get the jeans and panties down her lower legs, her shoes already kicked off without me having to tell her to. “Few women look half as good as you naked, you know.” When she doesn’t reply, “I just gave you a compliment, pet.”
    “Thank you, Mistress,” Anna says, not sounding appreciative at all. That will come with time, though. Time and a firm hand will teach her to be appreciative of what I’m doing; excavating the real Anna Kelly, presently hiding under an obviously thick layer of self-denial.
    “Lean back again and knees far apart,” I say. Surprised, I took in her Venus hill, waxed as smooth as a baby. “I didn’t expect that,” I say as I aim the handycam. “I guess you are full of surprises, Anna.”
    “Harry liked it like that, Mistress,” Anna offers as an explanation, her face burning red.
    “Then Harry was a man of good taste. Cup those fat jugs and give me a smile,” I say, knowing the smile would be the more challenging part. "I said smile ," I say again, as she loses her forced smile fast while I’m filming, zooming in and zooming out. "You are in front of the camera, after all." With her offering up her fat tits, her legs wide, she looks smoking hot and thoroughly miserable. What is not to love? "Let's hope the reverend never gets to see this, eh?" She doesn't reply. "It is all up to you, Anna. It all depends on your ability to be a good pet or not. You understand that, don’t you?"
    "Yes, Mistress," Anna says meekly.
    "Turn around, pet. I want some shots of you on your hands and knees, looking at me over your shoulder."
    Wordlessly she does as she is told, although I can tell it is taking her effort to overcome her growing shame and I can see anger smoldering in her eyes. "Will you still tell my mom that I'm such a sweet kid, Anna?" That got her. Frozen in place again, she is silent for a long time until I slap her ass hard, drawing a cry that is more shock than pain. "Answer me, bitch! Will you still tell Mom how I'm such a sweet kid?"
    "Yes, Mistress," Anna says with a sob. It seems all the excitement is really getting to her. Forgetting decorum, she turns around and crawls over to me, her hands grabbing my legs as she begs. "Please, Joanne, don't do this! You are not like