Enlightenment Through BDSM

Hearing the command to strip made it feel even more real, but I was frozen, unable to move. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to do it—I very much did—but there was an intimidation coming from Kalia now, a look in her eyes that stilled me. I knew what it was even if I tried to pretend that I didn’t, that there was a curiosity as to what would happen if I didn’t obey her.

“I expect prompt responses and obedience, you know,” she said, a look of amusement spreading across her face. “But if you’re just trying to push your luck, you’re unfortunately out of it; I’m afraid I don’t have any disciplinary tools handy. Still, if you insist on insolence, I’m sure I can find some way to teach you a lesson.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” I replied, moving to unbuckle my wrist and shin guards. God, it did feel different. For Edelin she’d had her back turned while I stripped, and Elash likewise hadn’t been focused on me while I slipped the sack off. Kalia was invested though, scrutinizing my every move, eyes drifting towards my ass as I bent over, towards my chest and how it bounced as I popped back up.

That had been hard enough, but sliding the gloves off felt extra sensual somehow, like I was some stripper on a stage. I’d only been dragged to place like that once, but I think I remember something like that. But that was it, the only easy things gone. No shoes, no jacket, no underwear even. Just the bow would reveal most of my torso, and then the leggings and vest would be everything else…

“Some time tonight, dear?” Kalia asked. I hadn’t been paying attention to her, lost inside my own mind instead. And that was a shame, honestly. I liked seeing her, the smile she wore, a little condescending, in a good way, a little eager, in a cute way.

“Yes, Lady Kaliasthar.” I grabbed the little cord around the ribbon with one hand and the back of the bow with my other. I’d tied them in such a way that all it took was a gentle tug on each to unravel each knot, raising my hands in the air to display the two as the dangled down, my vest popping open.

My legs were shaking, my tail swishing back and forth, my face burning in a mess of emotions. Fear, excitement, embarrassment. I’d been nervous showing off my chest before, but now? I glanced down, seeing my breasts hanging there, areolas peeking out of my shirt as it flittered in the wind of the open window. It was cold too, I realized for the first time, my nipples growing hard at the sensation, pushing the fabric just a bit more.

“Are you sure you’re ready for more?” Kalia asked.

“Yes, Mistress. I am.” 

“Then strip.” 

There was an intent in that word that there hadn’t been before, a command I couldn’t ignore. My body moved on its own, the same as it had when we’d been fighting, driven by the oath I’d made to Kalia. I could feel my arms dropping the ribbon and cord, pulling my vest open completely and letting it fall to ground as the rest of me stood there, helpless, completely lacking control as my breasts came into view.

I loved every second.

“Good,” Kalia said before my hands move to my pants, releasing me from the order. “I thought I’d play around with that. How was it?”

“Wonderful,” I said, barely able to form the word as my heart raced.

“Good to know. I’ll let you do the last bit at your own pace though. It’s cute, how you shake when you do it.”

I pursed my lips at that, feeling myself blush even more. I wanted to cover myself up, but I also wanted her eyes to never leave me. How does this even make sense?

But I had to keep going, for her, for me. I was afraid what level of punishment she could dream up if I was disobedient, so I took my trembling hands to the waistband of the leggings and started to pull down.

It was a slow process, a couple centimeters lowered with every breath I took. Only Elash had seen this much of me, and even then I’d been able to hide myself for the most part. I knew that wouldn’t cut it with Kalia, but I still slowed the process, prolonging my last moments of modesty, prolonging the most humiliating part of the entire ordeal. I finally resolved to get it over with, rip it off like a band-aid, so I yanked down.

And fell flat on my face, Kalia laughing all the while. I had tripped over the pant legs as I tried to step out of them, but I’d forgotten one crucial part: my damn tail. It was still stuck through the back of the pants, and when I thought I was clear to step out the front of them, the back was still attached to my ass.

“I’m so sorry!” Kalia said, trying her best to stifle her laughter with her mouth. “I forgot too, and I really didn’t mean to laugh.” It was odd how this felt, the completely unplanned humiliation at my expense. Truthfully though, I still liked it…

And I was still determined to finish what I started, damnit! I stood back up, pulling my pants back into place before reaching around the back and undoing the button that held them to my tail. The top slumped just a little at that, falling down on its own to just above my pubic area, shocking me as I grabbed it. Not even sure why I caught it, I thought.

I peeled them off, the rest of the leggings still stuck tightly to my skin as I pulled. It wasn’t exactly elegant as I stepped out of them, but I soon found myself finished with my task, the first real task set out for my by my new mistress. 

“Did I do good?” I asked.

“Very good,” she replied, eyes scanning over my body. I found my tail naturally curling around the front, trying to cover my tits and pussy even as I actively tried to keep my hand and it to my side.

“Sorry, it’s just, uhm, kind of doing that…”

“It’s cute that it has a mind of its own,” she said, staring at it while it wagged across my body. “Can I touch it?”

“Touch it?” I felt my eyes widen with that question, though I really shouldn’t have been surprised. I mean, that’s obviously where the situation was headed, right? I wasn’t just going to strip naked and then just go to bed, after all. She wouldn’t leave me hanging like that… Right?

“Only if it’s okay with you,” Kalia said, looking back up to my eyes with a warm smile. Maybe she really was ready to leave it at this, end it all with just me stripping. That’s not what I want though.

“You can, uhm, touch it, I guess…”

I could tell she was pursing her lips to hide a smile as she reached out. It stopped trying to cover me at that, reaching out to meet her, still without me actively trying to have it do that.

When she touched it though, it was magic. A lightning strike up my spine just from the brush of her fingertips against it, the gentleness of the touch somehow far more intense than the brief moment Elash had tugged it to measure it earlier. I let out a gasp, pushing my hips and chest towards her, my body begging for more of her.

“It’s so soft,” she said, her eyes filling with lust once more. “I’d love to touch more of you, but I really am afraid of moving too fast.”

“I need it,” I said, gritting my teeth as she let go of my tail.

“Oh? Well, you’re already having such a good time showing off for me. Why don’t you show me what you need? I’ll pay real close attention.”

“Show you what I…” It dawned on me as I bucked into the air. I needed to be touched, needed to finish, but she wasn’t going to do it for me. 

I was going to have to put on another show.