Apple Pie - From the Diary of Slave Katinka
“Apple Pie" was written for BDSMforyou.nl by slave Katinka.
And then, out of the blue, I'm expected at a birthday party in a club with BDSM stuff. And would I mind baking an apple pie and bringing some whipped cream? And it can't be whipped cream from a spray can. Suddenly I'm in a flap. Because a slice of apple pie belongs on a plate with a decent fork. Not one of those plastic things that snaps when you try to get through the pie.
Heading west
Once everything is sorted as well as I can manage, I'm on my way west. About 2.5 hours' drive. Because of the nerves I can't eat at first, but you've guessed it, on the way I get hungry anyway. So I have to stop.
After half an hour, I suddenly need the toilet too. I tried to put it off for a while, but that doesn't work. So I go looking for a loo somewhere. That piles on even more pressure. Not because of the loo, but because of whether I'll be on time. Then a car stays put at a green light, so I can't drive on. I swear under my breath, because I can see the 20 minutes I'd allowed for changing shrinking fast. With a quick recalculation I conclude that I have 10 minutes left to get myself ready for Mistress Moriah.
I sprint inside...
I tear into the street and look for a space. Luckily I'd already prepared the parking app. Prepared girls always have extra time. At least, that's what I'd figured before everything went against me. I sprint inside in my trainers and that's where it starts... I announce that I'm here for Mistress Moriah and that I only have about ten minutes. Then the gentlemen start stalling by teasing me. Luckily there's a lady who is very helpful, and who also sorts out the hooks on my outfit. I can't do it any more. The strength is there, but my hands are in a state. At nine o'clock sharp I'm standing at reception, just as Mistress Moriah had instructed me.
The long wait
And then the waiting begins, in high heels and matching clothes. And my nerves keep climbing. So does my bravado. Meanwhile I say jokingly to the gentlemen: 'If she turns up even later, she'll have to bend over herself. Then I'll lay the whip across it.' Hilarious, really, a girl with such a big mouth. I hear myself say it. And then at last - after at least three quarters of an hour of waiting - She walks in.
My smile reaches my ears. Wow, phew. I'm completely overwhelmed. A mutual friend is celebrating her birthday, and she reacts with happy surprise that I'm there. After her hugs and kisses I go to Mistress Moriah with trembling knees. Wow, I go completely weak at the sight of her. Just like in our messages, she brings something out in me that makes me feel I can only say wow. Wow with a big smile. Then I meet her sub, a lovely man, a proper "lekker jonk", as we say here in the North. Then I'm immediately put in handcuffs and a gag...
To the bar
I'm taken to the bar. By the way, it's the first time I'm wearing handcuffs and the first time I'm in this setting. Actually I'm bad at listening, and I don't follow instructions easily. I'm quite a headstrong type. But in the few weeks before my first meeting with Mistress Moriah I'd already had to do quite a few assignments, yes, had to. That really isn't in my dictionary, but I was amazed at how quickly I started carrying things out for her. Not at that moment, mind you, because then I simply did it. But afterwards I thought about it.
I neatly put all the slices of apple pie on plates with the forks beside them. There, that task is done. I can't help being a little naughty anyway. Well, I certainly learned my lesson. I don't know exactly what all those slapping things are called, but it hurts quite a lot. And yet a little later I do naughty things again. I actually prefer to call it mischievous, but Mistress Moriah shows no mercy whatsoever and again I feel her whips come down on my bare buttocks and clamps are placed on my nipples. At a later moment she even has another slave put an ice cube between my labia...
Control
When you put clamps on your own nipples, you're in control of taking them off whenever you like. That goes for more things you can do to yourself. I trust Mistress Moriah completely, even though our contact is still very new. Even our first messages felt very familiar. She reads me flawlessly, which is something I've greatly missed in my life. People judge so quickly instead of looking further. Back to that evening. I think I was fairly serviceable for the rest of the evening, or whatever you should call it. The right terms will come in a later phase. It's not hard to keep my full focus on Mistress Moriah. She feels so lovely and familiar. I'm glowing and I feel safe. It's a wonderful evening.
Back home
On the way back I have a smile from ear to ear. The smile is so big that I even get cramp in my cheeks. On Monday at work my colleagues notice straight away and say: "Well, you've had a good weekend!" I still can only smile and agree.
Soon I'm invited to a party of Mistress Moriah and her sub. And I'm looking forward to the next punishment... Oh wait, I mean the next meeting, of course...
Source
© Image: Mrs Moriah