sneakered marks of belonging and approval

...as i bent down to straighten the mats on my floor my heart continued to pound. i felt terrible about going behind my Mistresses' back and playing with someone else who i thought could calm the fevers of my fetish. W/we hadn't said much to each other this evening and i could tell that She was highly amused by my obvious physical, shaken state of mind. yet, i was also confused by this behavior. i puzzled as i prepared the living room. my Mistress did not own me nor had She collared me. therefore, i felt like i had every right to go out and play with another Domme. however, i had not counted on the cleverness or intellect of my Mistress. She intended to semi punish me and at the same time reward me for this abroggation against Her. She arranged a session in which i would be be seriously beaten and taken apart by the other Mistress i had seen prior. thinking back, it was uncanny how she toyed with me and lured me in through Her fetish, laced, taunting text messages earlier during the day. i had not known that She had read the account of the session i had posted on the other Domme's web page. yet, it soon became apparent to me what She had in store for this wayward fish.

"well my fish, are you ready for O/our meeting?" She texted. I acknowledged as the plot began to reveal itself through our conversation.

" i want you to know that tonight will be the first time that i will share You with one of my dominant girlfriends." She continued, ..."She is quite skilled at martial arts and is very much looking forward to meeting with you." i feigned innocence and texted ..."gulp ...martial arts?" "expert" i stammered. "yes, my fish and i must say that you are in for one hell of a beating tonight." Her cryptic words sliced through me. She knew! somehow She knew! i suddenly felt queasy and sick to my stomach! i stammered through the texting a bit with "well ah..." She immediately shot back, "Whats that....hmmmmmmm?" i asked her for permission to call her on Her cell. i was happy and relieved that She granted it.

as W/we spoke on the phone i tried bravely to explain why i had done what i had done. i blubbered and whined like any sub who is caught in a cover-up would of. She listened intently, but was altogether too silent. She told me that She had read the post on the other Domme's blog and that She recognized immediately my style of writing. She also knew of my pathetic fetishes and put two and two together. "It all pointed to You my shaking fish." "Now, I am on my way to pick Her up." She spoke matter of factly. "I expect you to serve Me well by being Her ...hmmmm...how shall i say it? vastly inexperienced sparring partner." i knew immediately what She meant. i was going to be fish chum. i was silent ... scared and quite silent. She continued to tick off Her demands. "whats that? ... nothing to say ....awwww ... and here i though you would enjoy this?" Her mocking tone cut me down to size.
well i'm sure that You will be as respectful to Her as much as you are to me. i also expect to be entertained tonight you pathetic, silly fish." i suddenly knew what was about to happen. i asked my Mistress an inane question which the answer in and of itself was quite obvious. 'uh Mistress? about tonight ...." do you think i may need to cover my floor because of ... well You know?" "Whats that you squirmy fish? she spoke sharply back. "in case i bleed a little". She laughed. Not a giggle, and not a chortle, but a loud sarcastic belly laugh... "Oh yes ... there will be lots of blood and i intend to film every last drop. Now get a move on. W/we will be there shortly." *click*

as i bent down to straighten the mats on my living room floor my heart continued to pound. i was working on an over lap and looking towards the fireplace when all

of a sudden i winced in pain. i looked down at my hands. i saw a cute black and violet pair of size 8 Nike Air Pegasus' locked and bearing down on my hands. the pain and feeling of being trapped hurt, but it wasn't unbearable. i looked up into the bright green eyes of my Mistress. She was looking down at me smiling and i think approvingly. "Do you remember giving these to me?" She pointed to Her sneakers. i like them very much. i wear them often." She continued to gaze down at me, narrowed Her eyes and bore down even harder on my trapped hands. i felt the cartilage and bones in my hands shift uncomfortably and i knew that at any moment She could certainly break them and injure them very seriously. i was apprehensive, but somehow felt peace.

yet, at that moment i also knew in my heart that this was a symbolic sign on Her part, that no matter what happened tonight, i held some place of secondary significance in Her life as a submissive. She wanted me to know that without making a big scene. it was quite touching and intimate and memorable for me. She continued to bear down... this time even harder. i now felt the road eating black treads of Her Nike sneakers bite into my skin. my hands began to ache and sting. i stiffened up and my eyes watered. i looked up at Her as a solitary tear welled and ran down my cheek. satisfied with my response She removed the sneakers. upon lifting them up ... deep recessed areas of tread imprintings could be seen on the top of my hands. i struggled to get up. She smiled and said, "There, now that will leave some nice marks" i looked at my reddened, tread, gouged hands, suddenly and without warning i felt myself go quite hard. She gazed down at my embarrassed state and patted my cheek. "That's a good boy pet" as She walked back towards the kitchen, i beamed. this was the first time She had called me pet.

even though i knew i was headed for an excessively hard, violent beat down that night under the hands of another Mistress, i thought to myself. "i will walk through fire for You Mistress ... through fire ... if it indeed pleases You." -sushichum-