I was naked at Mistress’ feet, kneeling in Nadu: gazing at the floor, knees spread wide, palms up on my thighs, waiting for her command. I had been in this position since she had brought me to the edge of orgasm, then stopped. Accordingly, I was still trembling, desperate to cum, and would do almost anything she asked.She had brought me to the verge of cumming four times in the last twenty-four hours, once waking me out of a sound sleep to do so, but each time, when I was trembling, and just about to cum, she had stopped. I wanted to scream and beg and plead, but she had forbidden me even to do that. I was forced to endure this agony in total silence, which was almost harder than not cumming.“Mouse,” she finally said, while continuing to look at the magazine she was reading.“Mistress?”“Go get your rain coat.”“Mistress? It’s not raining out.”She looked at me over the magazine, and I quailed. She was not pleased. “I said, go get your rain coat.”This time I leapt up, ran to get my coat from the downstairs closet, ran back with it, and held it out to her.“Put it on.”Quickly, I put it on.She looked at me, annoyed. “And fasten it closed.”I hastily buttoned all the buttons, and wrapped and fixed the belt closed around me. It was a warm, sunny day, and it felt hot, but there was no way I was going to ask her why I was wearing this on a bright, Summer’s day.“Go get your high heels, the red ones.”I turned and ran upstairs to get my heels, and brought them back to her.“And put them on.” Again, she looked annoyed with me.I bent down a quickly strapped them on, then straightened up.“Let’s go.” And she walked towards the front door.“Like this, Mistress?”She stopped with her back to me, then slowly turned to face me, and said, “That’s twice you’ve questioned my orders.” Then she turned towards the door, opened it, and went out without looking to see if I followed her.I hurried to catch up to her, closing the front door behind me, and running down the stairs as quickly as I could in heels.When I burst from the front door, she was already 10 meters ahead of me. She’s much taller than I am, and takes long, confident strides. I always struggle to stay up with her when we walk together, and now she was walking quickly, and had a head start.By the time I caught up with her, I was starting to sweat, and wondering why I was walking along the street wearing a coat, high heels, and nothing else, but knew it would be a mistake to ask.We went several blocks, with me hurrying to stay up with her, and her ignoring me. We turned a corner, crossed over into a park and were about half way through it when she suddenly stopped. I jerked to a halt next to her.“Take off your coat.”I gawked at her. We were in the middle of a public park on a weekend, with people all around us. If I took off my coat…“Take off my coat, Mistress?” My voice sounded squeaky to me.“That’s three times. Yes, take off your coat, and drop it on the ground.”Slowly I unfastened the belt, undid the buttons, then shrugged the coat off my shoulders and let it fall to the ground. I was now standing naked in a public park, in broad daylight. I put my arms across my chest, and hunched into Ankara escort myself.I was used to taking my clothes off in front of people. But this…this was…somehow very different. I wasn’t just unclothed. I was naked!Then Miriam turned and resumed walking without waiting to see if I would follow.I glanced back at the coat, then hurried to catch up, blushing furiously as people either turned and stared at me, or studiously looked somewhere, anywhere else, other than at me.“Stand up straight.” Miriam snapped, “And put your hands at your sides. You’re not a hunchback.”Haltingly, I put my hands down, and straightened up, exposing myself completely.After walking for several agonizing minutes, we came to a bar. Miriam pushed the door open, and held it for me. I walked through and stopped. It was full of people, enjoying the weekend, having lunch and a drink, and chatting.Miriam stood there, with me next to her, waiting. After a while, people gradually noticed us, and stopped talking. Her imperious manner prevented anyone from saying anything, so when all talking had ceased, and all eyes were on us, she walked slowly along the bar to the end, and signalled for me to stand in front of her, facing the room.The bartender quickly came over, and started to speak. She interrupted him, “Two glasses of Chablis, please.” And handed him a fifty Euro note. He looked flustered, looked at me, started to talk again, stopped, then shrugged, took the note, and very quickly came back with the wine.We stood at the bar for about ten minutes while Miriam sipped her wine. I didn’t touch mine, but waited, miserably aware that people were continuing to look at me, either openly or surreptitiously. I wasn’t sure which was worse.When she was done with her wine, she looked at me, and said, “Not thirsty?”I shook my head.She gave me her frigid look, then said, “Then why did I waste my money on you?”She left some money for a tip, then walked back to the door. I could only follow. She stopped when we got to the door, and waited, facing the door. I was very much aware that I was on show, and shivered, despite the warm weather.Finally, she turned slowly to me, drew a little circle with her finger, and said, “Twirl, all the way around.”I did, moving my feet clumsily, putting myself on show, which was plainly what she wanted. When I was done, she opened the door, held it for me. I walked through.She turned to the room, nodded like a Queen to her subjects, then followed me through the door.We walked towards home. When we got to the place where I had dropped my coat, we found it folded neatly over a nearby bench. “Pick it up,” she said.I retrieved the coat and started to put it on.“That’s four. I did not tell you to put it on. Hand it to me.”I did, then followed her home as she resumed walking quickly back the way we had come.When we got back home, she led me into the living room. “Put away the coat, and remove your shoes.”I raced to do so, then returned.“Obeisance.”I dropped to the floor on my belly, hands at my side, and kissed her feet, one after the other.“You displeased me, even disobeyed me, four times in the last 45 Ankara escort bayan minutes. Yet, you tell me you want to be my slave. What would you do to a disobedient slave?”I was silent for a moment, then said, “Punish her.”“And how would you do that?”I knew the answer, “The crop.”“Go and get it.”When I returned, she gave me a command for a Gor slave position, “Hair.”I jumped up, put my feet together, and bent forward at the waist with my hair cascading before me, and my hands behind my back, presenting my ass to her.She began caning me.~~~~~Occasionally, I tell people that I carry a straight razor in a flip case when I’m not working. If they ask why, I usually tell them the truth: I use it to cut people who try to attack me. I’m a small Mouse, and need claws to protect myself.One night, as I was leaving Club Exotisch after work, a guy intercepted me from the shadows. By this time, I normally went home with Miriam, but tonight I had things I needed at my place, including bills that needed to be paid, so I was going home.“You little slut!” he slurred at me. “My money wasn’t good enough for you, was it?”I tried to push him away. I remembered him. He had had me a couple of weeks earlier, but tried to get rough, so I had called Bram, the bouncer, and had the guy thrown out. He came back a week later, and apologized, said it would never happen again, that he wasn’t really like that.I accepted his apology, but cautiously because I had heard lines like that from abusive men before, especially when they’d been drinking.So, when he asked for me later that night, I asked Bram if he’d been drinking. When Bram told me that he had, I said no. Which led to this confrontation – and proved that I’d made the right choice.“So how abouts we go back to my place and have a real party, wadda ya say?”I slapped him, then used his momentary shock to push him away. He grew angry, and started to lurch for me. But I was ready, and had my razor out.“Sure, let’s find someplace private where I can carve you a new asshole, aside from that one in the middle of your face!” I held the razor up to his nose so he couldn’t miss it.He blinked at me, then straightened up, and said, “Oh, fuck, I’ve done it again. I’m so sorry…I’m such a stupid shit…”And he turned and wandered off.I ducked back into the Club to tell Bram about the guy, to make sure he wouldn’t be admitted again, then went home.I will never understand jerks like that, but I know they’re out there, and I’m ready for them if I have to be. ~~~~~One morning, a couple of weeks earlier, when I awoke, Mistress was stroking my hair.“Nika, we need to talk.”This is never a good way for a conversation to begin. I turned my face up to her and began to beg, “Please, Mistress, please don’t throw me out! I’ll do better, I’ll work harder, I promise…”“Hush. I have no intention of throwing you out. What a thought! You are my beautiful girl, and I am lucky to have you.”I settled down again, and snuggled into her, tears in my eyes, but much relieved.“You know, when I first met you, that afternoon you came to the club for instruction, I thought you would not last in the Escort Ankara sex trade. You were too small, too delicate. Too beautiful.” She continued to stroke my hair.“You surprised me. You are gifted, you love sex, and your clients know it. And you are as beautiful inside as you are out.” She kissed my hair.“But we need to think about your future.”“I want to be with you. I want to be yours,” I said.She smiled down at me. “And I want you to be. But we need to think in practical terms.“To start, I think you should move in with me.”“I would love that, Mistress!”She looked at me for a long time, then said, “Yes, but what will you be to me? My lover, my friend, my…slave?”I was quiet, then said, “Are you asking me to choose?”“I want to know your thoughts.”I lifted her hand and kissed it. “Then I want to be your slave. I want to belong to you. I want your voice to be my law. I want to be your plaything, and to worship you. I want to live where you live, to work when and where you tell me, to have you use me as you wish, and let me serve you.“I want to be yours, now and always, my Mistress. I love you.”And I kissed her hand, over and over, until she stopped me.She looked at me for a long time. “Do you know what you are asking? Do you know what it will cost you, and what it will cost me?”I shook my head. “I’m sure I don’t, but I don’t care! Because I know you will take care of me, to treat me as your most prized possession, your Treasure, as you sometimes call me.”She continued to look at me. “You are asking a lot.”I bowed my head, and then said, in a small voice, “Am I asking too much?”Then I look at her, “Then you must send me away, for I don’t know how else to be with you. You are my Mistress, whether you will have me or not.“I love you, and I want to serve you. Nothing else matters to me. No one, other than Father, has ever loved me. No one else cares about me, no one! Only you; only you.” I stopped, horrified at what might happen next.She looked at me for a long time, and I stared back at her, firm in my resolve, although my chin was trembling, and there were tears in my eyes.Finally, she sighed, looked away, and said, “Let’s get dressed and have breakfast. We can talk after. No; I won’t talk about it until then. Now, you take the first shower, but be quick, my beautiful, little girl!” We were sitting at the breakfast table, dawdling over coffee, the crumbs of a big, English breakfast on the plates in front of us. We were both wearing robes, although mine was too big for me. I hadn’t moved all my clothes here yet, and was usually naked when I was with her.“Nika,” she began.My head jerked up, and my heart started beating hard and fast.“Nika, I care for you a great deal. I think I am starting to love you. I never expected that.“When you stayed at the Club, and continued to work your magic on the crowds, I thought to use you to make money. And I thought I would use your body to please me. Because you are very beautiful, and your body excites me.”I dropped my eyes, “I know I’m not beautiful, but it thrills me to hear you say so.”She smiles at me, “To me, you are beautiful. You always have been. My eye was drawn to you from the first moment, and I made up my mind to have you, even if you didn’t work at the Club.“But as we have become lovers, and as we have started working together, I have found myself being intoxicated with you, like the drugs I have stayed so far away from – and that you must promise me never to use!”