Scared for Life first appeared in Corporal Newspaper in 1979. Later it was printed for Matriarch Productions and in Vol. 1 Number 1 of B&D Stories, Letters and Personal Ads from the Guide Press in 1995.

SCARRED FOR LIFE

By Mistress Michelle

I believe every one posses a Dominant as well as a Submissive side.

Through environmental conditions one side is nurtured more than the other side. Culturally speaking, usually in our Society, Males are brought up to he aggressive and Females are brought up to be passive.

It is only through unusual circumstances that males become Submissive and Females Dominant. But it is now indicated statistically that over fifty per cent of the population has at one tine or another tried some form of B&D or S&M practice.

The story you are about to read is an incident of circumstances in which one female gains and finds her Dominant side.

Last summer I was in bed reading a few letters from slaves that had written me during the week, when I received a phone call. It was early evening, quiet and warm outside. I picked the receiver up and answered, "Hello?"

"Hello Michelle, this is Linda!"

She sounded very distraught.

"What is it Linda?", I said just as she started to cry.

"Michelle, I've just broken up with Bill."

I tried to calm her down, "Take it easy, what happened?"

Linda was very upset but stopped crying long enough to tell me, "We went out to dinner and instead of just sitting and eating, I dominated the whole conversation."

I laughed to myself, "That doesn't sound like you should break up over something as trivial as that!"

Linda was sobbing, "Well it wasn't that alone, I always seem to not only Dominate the conversation, but our relationship as well."

Soothingly, I said, "Linda, why don't you come over and maybe if we talk about it, you'll feel better!"

Heavy hearted, Linda answered, "Yeah, okay, I think it would help, I'll be right over."

I hung up the phone, got out of bed and began getting myself dressed and ready for Linda's arrival.

A length of time passed before I heard a firm knock on the door.

"Come in please," I said.

I greeted Linda with open arms and a warm embrace.

I said softly, "It's nice to see you again."

Linda was still downcast as she entered the room and sat down on the sofa. She didn't say a word, sadly she just looked down at the floor.

I sat down next to her and started to talk about her problem with her boyfriend Bill. I tried to assist Linda.

"Don't look so sad, Linda, it's not the end of the World!" I said.

She looked over at me, "Michelle, you just don't understand! We can't seem to get along because of my Dominant nature."

I tried to be understanding," Maybe it is good that you learned what you did tonight, just think if you two could have been married, you wouldn't want your marriage to end up in divorce?"

Linda knew I was right, "Perhaps you're right. I am sort of glad our break up happened when it did. Maybe Bill isn't the right type for me after all."

I sat back further on the sofa, "Linda, I don't think you are right.

Bill may be your type, but you may not know your own type."

With astonishment, Linda looked at me puzzled and asked, "What do you mean?"

I went on to explain, "Linda it sounds to me that you are very Dominant and need someone Submissive as a partner to tend to your needs!"

Linda sat back, put her hand under her chin and said, "Yes, I see what you mean, possibly what Bill and I have been experimenting with is a personality clash of two Dominants?"

Relieved, I said, "Now you're getting the drift, two Dominant people can't live in harmony."

Linda put her hands on her side, took a deep breath and sighed, Thanks, Michelle, I think you've really helped me to understand myself."

I stood up, "Linda, let's go outside for a walk and we can talk more.

Anyway, I think a walk would relax you."

It was a warm summer night, clear skies, a night of grandeur for walking. Both Linda and I left the apartment, I locked the front door behind us. We walked outside to be greeted by a warm summer breeze.

We continued to talk as we walked along. It didn't take long for the both of us to feel the strain of tired muscles from the distance.

Maybe neither one of us was in shape for the long time of the walk. I turned to Linda and said, "I'm getting tired, let's go back to the apartment."

Linda picked up her stride, "Sounds good to me, besides, I think I'll get my car keys and go home.."

It was getting late, besides I was getting tired from all the walking. As we approached the front of the building I noticed the security door ajar, but that wasn't too unusual, considering how many people used that front door. From time to time this door was damaged from constant use. It was quite different when we approached my apartment door.

It too looked open. Upon close examination we saw the front door had been forced open. Someone had broken into the apartment while we were out walking! I told Linda to be extra careful as we entered the door.

Linda entered first, then from nowhere the burglar grabbed her from behind. Linda was next to me, the burglar had a large knife pressed to her throat. With cold steel against Linda's throat, the burglar spoke in threatening words, "Don't make a move or I'll slit her from ear to ear."

The knife was pressed against her throat and I moved back, "What do you want?"

His voice was harsh. "Simple! Money!"

I theorized that the thief would not harm Linda if I met his demands. "I'm sorry, I don't have any money, Now let her go!"

He didn't move, he only pressed the blade harder against her neck.

The sharp edge cut so a tiny drop of blood ran from Linda's wound.

Without warning, Linda used an ancient form of Martial Arts to extract the knife from the assailant. Somehow Linda removed the knife and at the same time forced the assailant to the floor. It was unbelievable, Linda had turned an assault into a negative situation for the assailant. Linda was in total control!

Linda's weight held the burglar to the floor while she pointed his own knife at his throat. I tried to help by holding his arms down. He was reluctant to surrender easily.

Linda held the knife to his neck, "Don't move or I'll shove this point into your jugular vein."

The assailant still struggled but he was overpowered by the immensity of our strength. I tried to hold his struggling arms, Linda put the knife next to her and grabbed his neck with one hand, then with the other hand hit him with one blow.

The blow was directed to a portion of the neck that made him black out. He was out like a light, it was Linda's Martial Arts training that saved the both of us from a bad predicament. Linda stood, took a deep breath and said, "Wow, I'm glad that's over!"

Looking up at her I said, "Let's teach him a lesson. Help me drag him into the other room."

Linda grabbed one arm while I took hold of the other, we both pulled body into the bedroom. Linda subdued him, as I pulled him down the hall, I only wished she would have taken other measures to apprehend him. He was heavy but we managed to pull him into the bedroom and disrobe him.

We completely stripped him and tied his wrist and ankles to the bed posts when he started to come to. I stood over him, "So you think you can come in here and victimize us?"

He pulled at his bonds. "Let me out of here!"

I started to remove my clothes, "Shut up asshole or I'll turn Linda loose on you.

He looked in bewilderment, while I removed my clothes. Linda looked as shocked as our victim, "Michelle, what the Hell are YOU doing?"

She asked.

I went over to my dresser and started to put on my Dominant attire. I said to Linda, "Take off your clothes and put these on."

I pulled a corset, nylons and high heeled shoes out of the drawers which were suitable for Linda's initiation into the world of the Bizarre. Once dressed, we stood before our assailant, both of us looking statuesque and regal.

I moved to one side of our captive, Linda to the other as we took positions next to him, I wanted to teach him he couldn't toy with peoples lives.

I started to rub and pinch his nipples, while Linda took a red hall gag and forced it into our captives mouth. He started to yell but it was of no use, the ball gag was quite effective. Linda started to work on one of his nipples ~ pinching it while I reached for a set of nipple clamps. I handed one clamp to Linda, then we both applied them at the same time.

The agony of the clamps were beginning to take its toll, our slave tried to break loose from his bonds! He only succeeded in tightening the ropes more and shaking the bed.

I had placed various items next to the bed, I looked into the eyes of our slave, "Have you ever been Spanish Fucked?"

Wide eyed he looked at me thinking, "is this what I get for trying to rob someone, a Fuck?"

I pulled into view, five blue balls tied together by a leather thong.

Linda helped me push the halls into the slaves dry asshole. With the clamps in place, Linda pulled the balls out one by one to give the slave a real Spanish flick!

We weren't done with our slave, both Linda and I had ideas some slaves only dream of!

Linda took two or three small towel clamps and placed them on the slaves balls. I too was busy pulling and twisting his cock. It was penis and ball discipline that he welcomed although he was being punished for his evil deeds. I took an electric cattle prod and gave him a few jolts, he jumped like a chicken. Then taking a him roller, I pushed the apparatus across his penis and his stomach, making his skin appear to have small red dots all over. The hem roller was sharp and pointed, a little more pressure and our slave would have small holes in his body. I had no intention of training him to be a slave, I had one purpose and that was to teach him a lesson.

His discipline was not severe, but it wasn't done in a loving manner either. If he hadn't broken in and if Linda hadn't been there when she was, this story may not have been written.

To Discipline our slave for the rest of the night would not accomplish anything. If anything it may induce him to further crime.

What transpired was a fate becoming of the crime.

I possibly should not even tell you of the final outcome for this person. But in order for you to understand how one young girl turns into her final role in life, I must.

Neither Linda nor I are sadists, we are Mistresses". There is a difference, but in the case where Linda was assaulted, we had to teach this slave one lesson he would never forget. Up to now everything was a game, a serious game, but the only thing hurt was the pride of our slave... and of course Linda's wound in her neck. Linda and I untied our slave and led him into my Dungeon. He didn't struggle, fight or try to run away. Who would? He first broke in to my apartment, threatened to do bodily harm, then ends up being made into a slave by two lovely Dominants. It was more story book than anything. What he didn't know was that we were not playing games.

Linda and I don't play games.

I tied him to the rack while Linda went into the other room and got his knife. From behind the slave, I pulled his hair while Linda took the sharp, pointed razor like blade and pressed it firmly against his chest. He was horrified as Linda spoke.

"Do you want me to press this into your skin?" He was fearful as he moaned through the gag. I removed the gag so he could hear himself beg for his life.

He humbly stated, "No, please don't, I promise to never do anything like this again."

Linda pressed harder making the knife dig into his chest, then with one long razor stroke, she cut into his chest. He was bleeding, Linda removed the cold steel. "Now, I'm going to finish carving my initials!"

He was ready. He closed his eyes, pushed his teeth together and waited for the knife to cut further into his skin. Instead, Linda dropped the bloody knife to the floor, grabbed his cock and started stroking it. His cock became hard, I was rubbing his nipples from behind. He didn't know if he should moan from the pain or the pleasure.

Linda was working intensely stroking his shaft, his mouth dropped open and he moaned from pleasure. His cock swelled and he shot a load of come all over. It was finished.

To this day the would he burglar has never lifted a finger to harm anyone.

He says, His one purpose in life is to serve.

Linda found herself that night. For me, I too learned something, there is always hope for people, no matter who they are!

If you want a session with Mistress Michelle, get on your knees and write: Michelle Peters, P.O. Box 1934, Victorville, Ca. 92393, or call 760-949-2050. As it appeared http://groups.yahoo.com/group/DominantsofDistinction