Sweet Caramel Sub: Mistress Trains Ebony Slut To Serve

How Gemma became my sweet caramel sub. 

As Head of HR, I get to hire and fire, and I’d been looking to acquire a sweet caramel sub. Someone I could mould and make into the hot little eager bitch I need to do all my running around… and more. Being British, and more specifically, English, I have long held the opinion that I am indeed far superior to the majority of people.

Obviously, I run my department like I deal with my subordinates, many of whom are men. Listen, obey, and do as I say. If you don’t… heads will roll.  I use the term “men” loosely. After all, real men don’t usually let the fairer sex dominate them, do they? 

So, the perfect opportunity arose to feed my need to control when the next influx of prospective HR admins came for their interviews. I’d had one of my minions dwindle them down, and just five met my basic requirements: four young women and a sissy-in-waiting. Gemma stood out as she was very sweet and eager to please. She certainly had potential. 

I had my eye firmly on Gemma, the sweet caramel sub I was going to turn her into. 

I’d already decided that the wannabe sissy was going to make it. S(he) was just perfect for what I needed. Now it was down to the four girls. Various tests were undertaken, and then it came to a one-on-one with me. I could tell Gemma was nervous. I like that. She needs to be. I like my prey to be on edge at all times. Never knowing when I might strike. I delight in their angst.  However, I also need my office sub to be well-versed in what makes me tick. And more specifically, what makes me tingle.

They need to know when to jump when I say so. I wouldn’t say I rule with an iron rod… but leather or birch certainly works for me. Although I inflict a little torture on my subs, their suffering is for a reason. I need it, and eventually, so do they. And I wanted to check that my sweet caramel sub would flinch when I cracked my whip. That she was ready to jump through hoops when I needed something urgently, and that she would do ANYTHING to make it happen. Ultimately, she would do whatever it takes to please me. 

Gemma had passed the test so far, and I decided to take a chance on her.

It didn’t take long for Mistress Emily to turn Gemma into a sweet caramel sub with strict training and hot, sexy punishments. 

And so we began an intensive regime of sub training. I didn’t need to call her name. I’d command Gemma to attend to me by uttering, “Here…NOW”, “Heel,” or merely snapping my fingers. If it took her more than the required five seconds to drop everything, rush into my office, and stand to attention, she would be punished. I deliberately gave her such a short, specific amount of time, as it meant I often had the pleasure of administering pain. 

My caramel sub tries hard, but several times a day, she misses the five-second time limit. I love the power and the control, and therefore, I put stringent restraints on all tasks so my sweet caramel sub fails and hence suffers the consequences. Indeed, my hand sometimes gets sore from all the spanking of her bare round arse cheeks. So instead,  I’ll use a paddle or a riding crop. Perhaps a ruler. The more she cries out in pain and anguish, the harder my nipples and wetter my cunt. 

Today, Gemma failed dismally. 

In her rush to meet my strict time limit (two minutes and forty-five seconds in this instance), Gemma put too much milk in my bloody tea. She was so nervous that her shaking hands meant she spilled some tea from the cup onto the saucer. Her anguish was clear as she apologised profusely. Tears pricked her eyes as I looked at the cup of tea and then at her. 

Gemma begged for another chance to please her Mistress. The time had come.

I stood up without saying a word. She started to almost hyperventilate as I walked behind her and put my hand inside her bra and twisted her already hard nipple.  “Don’t EVER do that again”, I snarled.   

As my sweet caramel sub cried and apologised again, I beckoned with my fingers for her to get on her knees.  

I put one of my expensive spiky-heeled shoes up on a chair, eased my tight pencil skirt up over my stocking tops, and pulled my damp panties to the side. I grabbed Gemma by her hair and pulled her face deep into my juicy wet cunt. She knew what I wanted and dared not refuse. I could tell it was her first time, and that pleased me as I smirked at her obvious discomfort. It didn’t take long… her distress and torment had me squirting in record time… straight into her pretty little face. 

I straightened my clothing as my sweet caramel sub cowered beneath me. I softened a little and held out my hand to help her up. Then brushed my lips against hers and whispered in her ear how much I enjoyed her tongue. She blushed, half-cringed and half-moaned as I put my hand underneath her skirt, pushed a finger inside her panties and slid into her sodden pussy. As I rubbed her clit to orgasm, a single tear ran down Gemma’s cheek. She was now mine and she knew it…

Now I know I have your attention, while your cock hardens or your pussy twitches, why don’t you check out my recent story, Naughty Nurse Handjob. In the meantime, join Gemma and me and hear her whimper under my control. Of course, if you can’t handle both of us right now, call me and I’ll punish you.

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