Sapiophiliac

Don't call me Mistress. I am not your Mistress. Unless you are my s-type, don't use that with me...or even m'am as a matter of fact. As someone who got into kink as a sub first, I find it a bad daunting that people use the honorifics so causally. If you call everyone Mistress, doesn't it loose a bit of its sacredness? If you haven't agreed to be lower than me, than we are equals. Until we have negotiated and I decide to take you on, we are equals, not your fucking Mistress. It's not that I hate protocol because believe me, I am very strict and demanding once I take you on, but because it actually makes me feel uncomfortable. I don't call anyone else honorifics, only people I really respect or submit to, like Sir. I am not Mistress or M'am or Miss until we agree to it.

This is a story I wrote a couple months back...since I switch now, This can be you, subs,etc...

I am tied to something. Where am I? What’s that sound…Sounds like a
vehicle….but how am I standing then? I open my eyes. I’m rope-cuffed
to a vertical rail of gods know what. Someone tied rope around my head
as a gag.  A breeze reminds that I’m naked….It’s dark. It’s the type
of dark where you can’t see no matter how hard you tried.
I feel a pair a hands start groping my breasts. They start squeezing
them and pinching my nipples painfully. I open my mouth to try to get
the gag out, but someone quickly slapped me twice and a voice
whispered,” Don’t you fucking dare, you useless slut. Can’t you at
least want to make yourself somewhat useful and valuable for once? Tsk
Tsk Tsk” The voice was filled with authority, and I knew I should keep
quiet lest what might happen. So I nodded and kept quiet.

The hands that were on my breasts stopped. They were moving down, and
I felt them “inspect” me; I knew I was wet. “Congrats, you are now a
whore. Getting off on being used and abused now? I’ll reward you,
slut.” I felt those same fingers dive in me, and I feel relief…A
couple rude thrusts of those fingers, and when I just started enjoying
it, they were gone. “HAHAHA, you thought I was serious? That’s so
cute.”

I feel the rope tied to my arms loosen and I was led to somewhere
else. Hands push me onto some seats, and tie my hand above me to
another rail or whatever. I am ass-high, and my face is smooching into
the seat. Smack! A hard spank landed on my ass. More spanks came, and
it hurt enough that a couple tears fall from my eyes.

 “You’re being boring. Guess it’s time to bring it out.” A buzz
signaling a vibrator starts to come towards me. I raised my ass
higher, hoping to signal that I want it in my pussy. “Oh, what’s that?
You want it?” the voice asked. “Where? Tell me…” I muffled something
through my gag. ”Oh. Your ass?” I quickly muffle and shake my head no.
“What’s that? You really want it up your ass? Sure!” I immediately
feel an enormous beaded vibrator roughly penetrate my ass, and I let
out a scream.

I need to pee.

I started making a ton of noise, hoping that it will catch his
attention. It did, just not what I thought. “Slut, you love the thing
up your ass huh? You are not supposed to enjoy this! You are going to
be punished ” I feel a heavy implement land on my ass. The vibe was
turned up a notch. I feel my bladder muscles faltering from the pain,
and then the pleasure.

“I need to plug up that pussy of yours, it’s leaking fluids
everywhere. Here!” A large plug or whatever was shoved up my pussy,
and I couldn’t take it anymore.

I screamed. And came.

Unfortunately I lost control of my bladder. I peed all over myself,
just like an animal would. I broke, and started to cry.

The lights flicker on, and I realize I’m on a bus. On the upper level,
in the back, sat people with what probably were night vision goggles
on. I see my tormentor for the first time, and he yelled, “Lot 827,
second-hand slut. As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, she’s still in
good condition. Very fuckable. Starting the bid at 20 dollars…”