Secret Mascot

Chapter Four-1

Chapter Four

There is a full-length mirror on the door to my bedroom closet. Back home I quickly stripped again, and used this to examine the damage Dani had done to me. It was impressively extensive. Wonderingly I ran my hands gently over all those welts and bruises, hissing at the still flaming pain. Sitting down was going to be an awful torment for a while. I was tempted to take some aspirin, or a few shots from one of the bottles of brandy I’d found in the wine cellar to dull this. But perversely I resisted the temptation.

I wanted the pain, just as I treasured the marks of my mistress’ handiwork. Dani Reilly had done this to me, the moderately famous soccer star. I had been naked with her, seen her braless and had been blessed with a brief glimpse of her fantastic upper thighs and hips bare. I’d had her freshly-worn panties in my mouth for heaven’s sake, and had actually been given them as a gift, along with her permission and even direction to use them to masturbate. Such intimacies were priceless, of which the cost to me in pain was a precious and potent reminder.

Indeed now that the ordeal was over I had trouble properly crediting the intensity of the agony that had left me bawling and screaming shamelessly before her. Certainly it had been terrible, but I’d gotten through it. And it had forged an exquisite connection between us, a bond shared by no one else. By submitting to her thrashing I had gratified her in a way she’d long craved, providing her with a thrill as intimate as s*x. She had said she liked me, and kissed me twice; kissed my ass! Already the possessor of my heart she now owned me body and soul as well. I felt ready to do anything for her, suffer any pain or indignity in order to provide her with further pleasure, and be rewarded with her approval. Oh she was so beautiful, so strong and authoritative I felt like a moth drawn to a flame, not caring if its heat and brilliance consumed me utterly. Indeed that extinction of self in the blaze of her glory seemed the pinnacle of bliss.

With these thoughts running through my head I became aware that my erection had returned full-force. So fierce in its rigidity that it pulsed and ached, this urgently demanded that I perform the other half of our strange auto-da-fe, sealing and celebrating the death of my autonomy with the frantic, worshipful expulsion of my seed. From now on I would experience the apotheosis of orgasm only in her name and at her direction, and inspired only by the images of her ultimate beauty and power and through the consecrated totems she bestowed on me. It would be a holy ecstasy permitted me and purchased from my mistress-Goddess through the suffering she extracted from me.

Exalted by such perceptions, I fell naked to my knees like a penitent. I pulled Mistress’ panties over my face like a mask. Then breathing the faint scent of her s*x I gripped and flogged myself with a mad passion, avidly replaying the memories of her telling me to ogle her all I liked, lifting up her shirt, whipping my prick, whipping my ass; the muscles of her arm bulging with veins as she raised her weapon over me, panting like a bull with exaltation shining from her eyes as she brought it down again and again and again and again, mercilessly reducing me to pitifully groveling victimhood, before at last relenting, satisfied, and then graciously blessing my perfected condition with the gentlest of soothing kisses. Inflamed beyond belief I soared swiftly toward transcendence, and within a minute I peaked, extravagantly spasming and pumping the uttermost essence of myself out all over in sacramental propitiation.

After that I collapsed groaning, even weeping again a little with the power of the experience. Then I crawled wounded and exhausted to bed. I had an exceedingly important duty to perform first thing in the morning.

Dani’s paper needed serious help. It was poorly organized and punctuated, and she trusted her spell-check function a little too much. Certain homonyms needed to be replaced. I spent an hour or so rewriting it for her, doing the work kneeling before my computer. As I’d feared my backside was far too sore to sit upon for long, and I dreaded classes on Monday morning. In any case kneeling naked before her name and words on the screen both gave me a submissive little thrill and seemed the proper way to pay homage to my mistress in her absence. When completed I returned her paper as ordered and headed for the shower.

Bathing my wounds gave me both a nostalgic erotic charge and an erection. Sorely tempted though I was to put this to use I managed to refrain from m**********g again. Mistress had limited me to just the one orgasm, and I found the knowledge that I was obeying her command in a strange way almost as rewarding as an ejaculation would be. Though I used a soapy sponge mitt to stroke it up and down quite a bit beyond the requirements of hygiene I did this with the exquisite slowness of my fantasies, imagining her standing there with my belt dangling from the loop snugged about her fist, permitting me a certain number of strokes and no more. At last, groaning with the effort of desisting, I turned the shower to cold and stood shivering and whimpering under the icy blast until my ardor had cooled and my p***s at last slumped into reluctant quiescence. Then I emerged.

Using the mirror again I examined myself clinically. Mistress’ pointer had not only welted but actually broken the skin of my buttocks in a few places. And her belt had abraded as well as bruised me. Gently I worked an antibiotic ointment in all over. Then after brushing my teeth and sprucing up in general I got dressed.

In another act of homage to the lovely Dani Reilly I reverently donned the panties she’d given me. This would have to be a rare thrill – I didn’t want to ruin them or wear them out. But as I was running an errand she’d decreed for me and then attending her game this afternoon I felt permitted. Drawing them up over my wounded ass and swiftly returning erection gave me an acute thrill indeed. I’d never engaged in any cross-dressing, nor felt the slightest inkling to. But it definitely excited me to have my s*x nestled into the same swatch of fabric that had held hers as early as the day before. Once again I felt an acute need to masturbate, and again managed to suppress it. But it was growing clear this requirement was eventually going to become quite a trial for me. Already I was looking forward with uneasy longing to my next discipline session despite the condition the first had left me in.

That of course brought me to my next mistress-appointed task for the day. I needed to replace the pointer she’d broken over my bottom. Once I was dressed I consulted the directory for the nearest store that specialized in teaching supplies. After working out the number of buses I would have to take to get there I gave in and called a cab. Clearly I needed to dip into my bank account and buy a vehicle of some kind. In any case by one o’clock I’d reached the store and was browsing through the selection offered.

Dani had said to get a model that wouldn’t break. Shortly I located a graphite one that was ideal: four feet long, black with a molded white grip at the base and a white pointed tip. Flexing it between my hands I found it to be stiff and yet springy, strong and resilient but limber in the manner of a top-of-the-line fishing pole. Only a quarter inch or so in diameter, I could bend it almost into a semicircle without putting undo strain on it.

Conscious of Dani’s (I mean my) panties bunching up in the crack of my tender ass I whipped that stick around like a fencing foil. Listening to it cut the air with a wicked hiss I found myself both aroused and daunted by the thought of the uses to which it would no doubt soon be put. Supremely satisfied I paid for it, grabbed lunch at a fast food place and returned home. There I was just in time for the bus to Cade State and Dani’s game.

Unfortunately, this match was against a very poor team. Dani and a few of the other top players were rested to get other members of the squad some valuable experience. My beloved didn’t even get on the field. Though we cruised to an easy four-nil victory I hardly watched any of the action, focusing instead on my lovely mistress sitting on the bench, treasuring every time she leaped up in excitement or celebration. Denied even the briefest eye contact with her I returned home a bit downcast to endure the rest of that seemingly endless weekend alone.

Come Monday Dani ignored me completely, even when we handed in our papers for composition. Sitting through classes proved to be just the trial I’d expected on my slowly healing backside, and I was reduced to squirming uncomfortably and quietly pining for my intolerably sexy mistress even when I contrived to sit next to her in statistics. But at last Tuesday afternoon arrived, and with it our scheduled tutoring session secluded in that empty classroom. Brimming with excitement I arrived ten minutes early, bringing the gift of her new pointer and my increasingly deranged devotion.

I set out my books on a desk, opened the one we’d been working on and laid the pointer next to it. Still standing I read the same page three or four times, so worked up at the prospect of being alone with my mistress again that I couldn’t concentrate on such mundane matters as operant conditioning. Finally, the door opened and Dani entered, looking lovelier than ever. She returned my tentative smile with smirk of smug superiority, which widened to a magnificent grin when I picked up the pointer and held it out to her.

“I have your new teaching aid, Miss Reilly. I hope it suits your purposes.”

“We’ll see,” she gleamed, setting her own books down and accepting it from me. Right away my distress at being ignored by her recently was healed. Dani hefted her new weapon, flexed it and swished it through the air much as I’d done in the store. Her appreciative grin took on a decidedly evil look.

“Fabulous!” she breathed. “We are going to have mucho fun with this! Well done, boy. I was also pleased with your work on my paper. You have some simply splendid positive reinforcement to look forward to…Saturday night I think. We should have our composition grades back by then, and I have an absolutely huge game against our biggest rival that afternoon. Tell me, boy, have you obeyed me about beating off?”

“Yes, Miss Reilly: once only, as soon as I got home. It was my best orgasm by far. It’s been very difficult to hold off since then, but I’ve managed it.”

“Hmm…I’m going to have to take your word for that I guess, at least for now. Let me think about that. In the meantime, sit down. We’d better get to work.”

“P…please Miss Reilly,” I stammered. “May I kneel instead? Sitting is still quite painful for me. And I feel more appropriate kneeling before you in any case.”

“Well you should, boy!” Dani replied with a glint of mischievousness. “But this is still too public for such an obvious display of obsequiousness. Someone might enter unannounced. And I like the thought of you suffering for me. Therefore you will sit, and pay strict attention. You will not let your discomfort distract you from your studies, is that understood?”

“Yes, Miss Reilly.”

“Good. Okay then, back to chapter five…”

And so my tutoring resumed. Of course, I didn’t really need tutoring – I had tanked those tests on purpose. But to maintain the deception I feigned continuing difficulty. Soon I had another incentive to play dumb as well. No longer content just to chastise my mistakes with her sharp tongue Dani also began to punish them physically to the extent that circumstances permitted. She would give me a slap upside the head, pull my hair or painfully twist my ear in addition to rapping my knuckles with her delightful new pointer. Basking in her contemptuous authority, increasingly addicted to the perverse thrill of being abused by my secret mistress, I found myself constantly giving her excuses to do so. Dani wasn’t stupid however, despite her difficulties with math and English. By the end of that Tuesday afternoon the deception was finished, and already we’d taken another significant step toward out mutual destiny.

Five minutes remained on the clock. Dani had been circling ominously around me as she posed questions, toying ostentatiously with her pointer and smacking me smartly in the head with it at every wrong answer. But suddenly she knotted her fist in my hair from behind and yanked my head back. Leaning over me she hissed in my ear.

“That’s enough! No way are you this stupid! You’re coasting through two-hundred level math and writing, and you expect me to believe you can’t handle introductory psychology? Quit playing games and tell me the truth, boy. Why are you wasting my time this way?”

“I’m sorry, Mistress!” I gasped, using her secret title automatically. “You’re right, I don’t really need tutoring. But I’ve been in love with you for over a year now. You’re the whole reason I came to this school, and entered this program. I couldn’t find any other way to meet you. When I saw you were available for tutoring I started flunking on purpose and signed up. I know you’re on scholarship and probably need the money, and I have plenty enough to pay. So I thought I would help you out and at the same time let you get to know me. And it’s worked out okay, hasn’t it? You’re getting paid, you’re getting free tutoring of your own, you have your own personal whipping boy, and I get to spend precious time with you. It’s win-win all around!”

“I suppose it is,” Dani mused, still yanking my head painfully back. “But I don’t like being deceived. Swear to me right now that you’ll never try to trick me or lie to me again!”

“I swear it, Mistress! On my soul, which you now own, I will never try to trick or lie to you again! You have my solemn promise!”

“Very well,” Dani menacingly intoned, her hot breath tickling my ear and sending delicious shivers wracking me. “Here is how we’ll proceed then. You’re right, I need the money. My scholarship covers books, room and board – if you can call living in the dorm and eating at the dining hall room and board – but no other living expenses. And women’s soccer doesn’t have alumni handing out fat checks like the football players get. So we’ll keep up the official relationship. But from now on you will tutor me during these twice-weekly sessions, and keep paying for the privilege. Meanwhile our outside ‘study dates’ will be reserved strictly for punishment – and any other positive or negative reinforcement I care to dish out. And if you would seek to further ingratiate yourself with me, you might consider treating me to a proper dinner at these, or bestowing other little tokens of affection on me. How does all that sound?”

“It all sounds simply wonderful, Mistress!” I honestly gushed. “It sounds absolutely heavenly to me!”

“Good!” Dani purred in my ear. At last she released my hair. “I’ll see you Thursday evening then. Bring your math books!”

Without another glance she rounded my chair, gathered up her stuff and marched out.