Yes,Mommy

A smirk fell on my lips as the other bidder lowered her paddle with a grumble. I had been confident I'd outbid the other man anyway, but it felt good to best her regardless. There were many words that described me -- beautiful, arrogant, and annihilating -- but humble wasn't one of them. I have no issue flaunting my wealth and made a habit of frequently attending auctions such as this to do just that.

I licked my lips, debating on whether to go retrieve my prize now or wait until the end of the auction. After a few moments, I decided to allow the anticipation to build for both myself and my new pet.

If the slave was as appealing up close as she seemed on stage, she certainly would not end up as an expensive gift for one of my friends as many purchases had before. It wasn't even the girl's looks that appealed to me so strongly, though she was beautiful. There was something else.

An hour later, after the last slave was sold, I headed behind the stage to the holding rooms.

"Good evening, Miss Jung. Who will this one be going to?" Jack, the attendant, mused.

"This one's mine."

Jack raised his eyebrows in surprise but quickly handed me a key. "Well, I assure it'll be up to your expectations, Miss Jung. Room three."

I nodded his thanks and proceeded down the thin hallway. Upon opening the door, my eyes instantly landed on the caged neko in the corner. The room was just large enough to have a little floor space in between the small cage and a crude bed - in case someone couldn't wait until they got home to try out their purchase. It was totally silent for a few moments as I waited for her to stop holding her breath, her tail wrapped tight against her scantily clad body and her ears flat against her head, almost hidden in her wavy hair. She started breathing again, though she stopped when I closed the door and approached the cage. The girl attempted to huddle farther against the back of the cage. I removed the lock and swung open the door; she clenched her eyes shut, bracing herself to be pulled or dumped out.

"Come out."

I stepped back and sat on the bed to allow her space to crawl out, but she remained where she was. I growled, "Or would you rather get your first punishment before I even get you to the car?"

She simply whimpered.

It only took me starting to stand to get her moving. She just barely left the cage, hunching over on her knees and covering her head. "Please! I'm sorry," she squeaked.

"If I have to threaten you every time to get you to obey, your life will be miserable. Come here." I snapped my fingers and pointed to the spot directly in front of me.

She crawled the short distance and returned to her previous position.

"Sit up straight and put your hands behind your back."

She slowly obeyed, leaving her eyes trained on the floor. I took her chin between my thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at me. Her already erratic breathing hitched yet again, and she looked like she was on the verge of tears.

"Are you going to behave, now?"

She nodded.

"You will answer all questions verbally, and address me only as 'Mommy.' Do you understand?"

She nodded again, so I tapped his cheek with my hand.

"Try again."

"Y-Yes, Mommy!"

"What's your name?"

"J-Jane."

I gently stroked her face. I could find out anything I needed to know about her in her file, but this was simpler.

"How old are you?"

"I'm eighteen."

"Can you read and write?"

She nodded, and this time I smacked her cheek a little harder.

"Sorry! Yes, Mommy, I, I can," she whimpered.

"Are you a virgin?"

Jane's eyes widened, and she threw herself back against the opposite wall before I could grab her. "Please, no! Please, Mommy, I'll be good!" Tears began falling freely down her face as she pleaded. "Please, Mommy!"

I stood, and she retreated into the cage, sobbing and trying to hold the door shut so I couldn't get to her.

"Stop." I easily opened the cage door and pulled her out. "Calm down. I'm not -- "

She made a break for the door and managed to barely open it before I slammed it close and grabbed her arm, yanking her back. I pushed her towards the cage, feeling my blood begin to boil. She realized her mistake, cowering from my rage-fueled glare.

"Cage." Jane obeyed. I locked her in then left the room, slamming the door behind me. I stalked up to the counter where Jack was filling out paperwork, growling, "I want her cage loaded into my car in the next ten minutes or you'll never see my face again."

Jack jumped, no doubt questioning whether he was allowed to give me the cage, yet his job was ensuring customers returned -- and I was their best customer. "Yes, of course, Miss Jung!"

I heard him yelling for the burly slave trainers as I headed for my SUV.

Sure enough, within three minutes two men came out, carrying the cage and my terrified, sobbing slave. I popped the trunk, and they slid it in with ease.

"Is there anything else we can do for you, Miss Jung?" One of them asked.

"No." I made sure the cage was secure, double checked I had the key, and closed the trunk. "Thank you. I'll have the cage returned within the week."

This time the other one spoke, "You don't need to bother - consider it yours, Miss Jung. Please let us know if we can be of any assistance."

"I will." They headed back to the auction house, and I slid into my front seat. I sat still for a few minutes and tried to calm myself - the last thing I needed was a bout of road rage. From the back, Jane spoke just loud enough for me to hear her, "I'm really so-sorry, Mommy."

"You should be. Now be quiet." I started the car. "And try to stop crying; you're going to make yourself sick."

***Warning: This story does NOT depict a healthy BDSM relationship. Please do not use this as a sample as to how the relationship should look***

I pulled down my long driveway and parked. "I'll be back."

"Pl-Please don't l-leave me, Mommy."

"I'll be back," I repeated and walked into the house.

"Good afternoon, Miss Jung," Miles greeted from the top of the stairs.

"The items you requested are on the table to your left. Is there anything else I can do for you, ma'am?"

"No, proceed with your chores and don't bother with dinner tonight. Make sure Krystal has finished her lessons on time and have her bring the cage from the car into the living room after helping with the chores."

His eyes lit up with mention of her daughter. I knew he worried I would turn to Krystal if I grew bored of occasionally using Jane to satisfy my needs; he was no doubt excited that fear could be placated for a while if I was keeping a new slave.

"Yes, ma'am." He vanished back to where he appeared from.

I tucked the jockstrap into my pocket and picked up the thin leash and collar, then returned outside.

I opened the trunk hatch and unlocked the cage.

"Please, Mommy," she whimpered, "I learned my lesson. Please d-don't leave me again. I won't try to run away again."

I paused. Was her isolation anxiety really that bad? She was alone for maybe five minutes. I shook my head - that didn't matter right now. I was still too pissed to care. "Your punishment hasn't started yet." I secured the collar around her neck and clipped the leash onto it. I led her into the house and down to the basement.

The finished space was heavily sound-proofed and ran under the entire house, making it the perfect place for a dungeon. Half of the ceiling was covered by a grid of metal bars and the other half had eyelets in key locations for suspension or restraint. A rack of various chains and cuffs accompanied the display of my collection of canes, whips, and other tools along one wall. There were several pieces of furniture I could use if the mood would strike, but I usually preferred open space, so they were scattered about the perimeter except for a bar that stood a little below waist height and was bolted to the floor.

I stopped a few feet from the display, allowing Jane to take everything in before I spoke."Kneel. Hands behind your back, knees spread open, and forehead on the floor." She obeyed, so I continued, "If I send you down here before I come down, this is how you will wait for me. If you move from this position without my permission, I will add five strokes with a cane before whatever I have planned. During punishment, you will count and thank me for each one. It is your responsibility to keep your tail up and out of my way. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Stand up."

She obeyed, and I ripped off the garment that covered his coochie and ass. She instantly gasped and tried to cover herself . I wasn't having that, however, and chained her arms above her head so she had to stand on the balls of her feet. "Never try to hide any part of you from me. You are mine."

She whimpered, watching me trail my fingers over a few different whips.

"Tell me what you did wrong."

"I, I tried to run away, Mommy."

"Mhmm, and what's the number one rule they taught you?"

"...never try to escape"

I decided on a 40-strand rubber flogger and turned to face her. "So why did you?"

"I was scared, M-mommy."

"Is that a sufficient reason to disobey your Mommy?"

"I -"

"It's a yes or no question. Is there ever a good reason to disobey your Mistress?" I circled around her, trailing the flogger over her ass.

"No, Mommy."

"You're getting fifty lashes. Remember: you will count and thank me for each lash."

"Y-Yes, Mom-ah!" I delivered the first lash to his left ass cheek, catching her off guard.

She whimpered, "One. Thank you, Mommy."

I alternated the first twenty blows between her ass cheeks. When her ass was sufficiently red, I moved to the backs of her thighs and evenly spaced out the following twenty. I circled around to her front, directing the last ten lashes to her mid-thighs.

"Fifty. Thank you, Mo-mmy ," she forced out between sobs. "I'm so sorry, Mommy."

I released the restraints, and she collapsed into my arms. "You did well." I held her and stroked her head until she stopped crying and her breathing slowed. "Now," I lifted her chin so he had to look at me. "Are you a virgin?"

"Yes, Mommy," she replied, biting her lip.

"Was that so hard, Jane?" Her ears lowered.

"N-No, Mommy." I pulled out the G-string and handed it to her. "Put this on."

She hesitated but didn't protest. I clipped the leash back onto her collar, though I let it hang.

"Follow me." I led her to the kitchen, grabbing a throw pillow from the living room on the way, and immediately filled a glass with water. "You must drink a minimum of four full glasses of water. It is your responsibility to get enough water everyday, and I will not necessarily remind you. Failure to do so will result in punishment; however, if you lie to me about drinking more than you did, it will be much more severe. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mommy." I dropped the pillow on the floor, directing her to kneel. I handed her the glass and turned to the fridge to determine what to have for dinner.

As I rooted through the fridge, I asked, "What did your diet mainly consist of?"

"Scraps from my trainer's plate, Mommy."

I nodded, removing leftovers from the previous night. "We will go over most of my rules after dinner. Ones you need to know now: you may speak freely unless otherwise instructed as long as you are respectful, and you must always ask for permission before eating. If I'm not here, you will ask Miles."

Jane whined but nodded.

Miles appeared at the doorway, patiently waiting to be acknowledged so he wouldn't interrupt. I put the leftover soup in the microwave for a few minutes.

"Nonverbal responses are only acceptable when they are for confirmation. If I ask you a question, you will respond verbally." I turned to the older slave. "Yes?"

"All chores are finished, and the cage is in the living room, Miss Jung."

"Good. Put Krystal's papers on my desk. I'll look over them tomorrow. You both may relax for the evening."

Miles gulped. "I'm afraid she hasn't finished yet, ma'am."

"And when were you planning on informing me of that?"

"I-I..."

"Go ahead. When were you going to mention that? Because I seem to remember saying her lessons take precedence."

"Ma'am, I didn't know until -- "

"You didn't know? So did you forget to check or did she lie to you?"

Miles was silent for a few moments, before whispering, "She told me she was finished, Miss Jung."

"Her lies should have been the first thing you said."

"I didn't think it was of importance, Miss. She's... she's finishing up now." Miles said quietly.

I crossed my arms, leaning back against the counter. "So you weren't going to tell me at all?"

He remained silent.

I stalked across the kitchen and landed my palm on his cheek. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jane flinch from the sound. "I asked you a question."

"No," came his meek response, "I wasn't going to tell you, Ma'am."

"Ensure she actually finishes this time. Both of you will wait for me in the basement when she's finished."

His pained expression worsened, but he knew there was nothing he could do but make it worse. "Of course, Miss Jung. Is there anything else?"

"No. Now go. I'll be down then."

Miles nodded and disappeared through the doorway.

After taking a deep breath, I turned around to deal with the now-beeping microwave. Jane was hunched down, obviously trying to make himself look as small as possible. I stirred the soup and put it back in for another two minutes. "Tell me about yourself."

"What would you like to know, mommy?"

"Hmm, well, for starters -- will I find any interesting bits in your file?"

She looked away. "I don't know, mommy."

"Oh? You know absolutely nothing about yourself?"

"I-I've never seen it, so I wouldn't know what's in it, Mommy. I don't think there's anything good in it," she whimpered.

"Go sit at the table." I dished the soup into bowls and placed one in front of her, then sat across from her with my own bowl. "Why do you think it's all bad?"

"M-My trainer tried to s-sell me privately first but no one wan-wanted me."

"Sometimes they're just not presenting to the right client."

She only nodded weakly.

"You may eat now."

Jane finally realized I set a bowl in front of him. "I can eat all of it, Master?"

"Yes, pet -- as long as you don't make yourself sick. Stop when you are full."

"Thank you, mommy." She moaned at the first bite, then blushed profusely.

I'd be hearing plenty of that soon enough. I smirked, taking a bite myself.

We finished the meal in silence. "Put the bowls in the sink." She obeyed, and I lifted her up onto the counter. She winced as the counter hit her inflamed ass and thighs. "We're going to go over my rules now."

She nodded, her tail twitching behind him.

"What rules do you know already of mine, Jane?" I spread her legs and stood in between them, causing her breathing to hitch.

"Don't run away, ask to eat, always answer verbally, and... Drink four cups of water everyday."

"Good. Until I give you chores to do, you must ask to leave the room. If you need to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, you will wake me up. You are not allowed to pull away from me or push me away from you. Period. If there's something I'm doing that upsets you that much, you may ask me to stop. However, you are mine, and I will do what I want. Your life will be a lot easier if you don't physically resist me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Have you ever masturbated before?"

She flinched at the memory. "O-Once, Mommy."

"What happened? Did you cum?"

No, Mommy. My, my trainer caught me and wh-whipped me. I, I didn't know I wasn't supposed to..."

"You are not allowed to masturbate without permission. The same goes with cumming. Even if you have permission to touch does not mean you may cum. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Good. If you pleasure yourself without permission, I'll flog your pussy."

She squeaked, trying to close her legs. I didn't move, so she covered her crotch with her hands instead. "I won't, mommy!"

"If you disobey, you will confess. You will still be punished for what you did; however, it will be much worse if I find out some other way - and I always find out. Got it?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"List all of the rules."

She did so flawlessly; I stroked her cheek.

"Good girl. As long as you obey without hesitation and follow the rules, I won't have to punish you." I helped her off the counter. "Let's go downstairs."

She followed me, but I heard a whimper escape from her lips as we passed the living room. I glanced back and saw her looking at her cage.

"You may sleep in my room most nights if you behave."

"Really?"

"Mhmm." We descended the stairs and passed through the two large doors. I pointed to a wave-shaped sex bench near one wall. "Go sit over there, Jane."

She obeyed, and I turned to face my other two slaves, both kneeling in the middle of the room.

"When has it ever been acceptable to lie, Krystal?"

The sixteen-year-old kept her eyes trained on the floor. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I didn't think it would matter as long as I still finished it tonight..."

Not satisfied with her answer, I repeated myself.

"Never, Ma'am."

I walked over to the rack of implements, selecting a bullwhip. "Miles, take off your shirt."

Krystal's eyes widened. "Ma'am, it was only my fault. He - "

"Quiet. Your father sealed his fate when he decided he was going to hide your lie from me."

I delivered ten blows to his back; he lurched a bit and grunted with each one but managed to remain upright.

As I returned the whip, Miles quietly said, "Thank you, Master. I'll do better."

"Krystal , you've earned fifteen with the cane. Pants down and bend over the bar."

The girl swallowed hard but nodded and obeyed. It wasn't the worst she had ever received, but it had been a while since her last legitimate punishment. I secured her wrists to the base.

Back at the rack, I selected a thin rattan cane and held it out to Miles. He looked up at me in confusion. After a moment, his features shifted to understanding, then pain. He knew there was no point in requesting not to have to beat his daughter - I had already made up my mind.

"I need to know you can still be trusted to oversee her lessons. If you cannot handle being hard on my slave, she will be sent to someone who can."

His head snapped back up in horror, and he hurried to take the cane from me. "I can do it, Miss Jung. You can trust me!"

I nodded once. "Then prove it."

He stood and slowly moved over to Krystal. After taking a deep breath, he began the assault, expertly landing strokes close together but not overlapping. At eight, Oliver was crying, and by the end he was sobbing uncontrollably. Miles crossed the last two strokes in an X, then stepped back and lowered his head to wait for further instructions.

I uncuffed Krystal, helped her stand, and redressed her. I kept an arm around her until I was sure she was steady on her feet. "Have some dinner and call it an early night." As I approached the exit, Jane followed without needing to be told.