Mistress Caan and the Work in Progress

Seeley kept working until Mistress' whip snapped and cracked

Photo by Luis Erives: Pexels

Part 1 is here: First Glance: Master’s Work in Progress

Seeley was on her hands and knees, adjusting the canvas tarp, and feeling the denim shorts tug on her thighs as leaned forward and her ass lifted. She faced the wall, the door was behind her and the sensual sounds of Enigma put her in a playful, sexy mood until a click-clack, click-clack filtered through the front door.

Click-clack. The music stopped.

Seeley grabbed the sandpaper and tried to busy herself but couldn’t stop shivering. She knew what was up. A sharp snap struck the floor.

“Working hard to please your Master?” Mistress Caan was in the room and had turned off the playlist.

Seeley wanted to hide behind Master’s legs but she didn’t know where he was.

“I asked you a question.” Energy radiated from her lithe frame.

“Yes, ma’am.” Seeley stopped sanding.

“Present yourself.” She brushed her hair behind her shoulders.

Seeley turned, lowered her face to the floor in deference, and stood with her hands behind her back. Mistress Caan’s jaw was tight and her eyes always seemed to breathe fire. Her hand cradled the whip’s carved handle. A single tail.

She snapped her wrist again and the whip cracked mercilessly on the floor. “Nice work, Slut.”

“Thank you, Mistress Caan.”

Suddenly, Master appeared holding his camera, “We’re live streaming.”

Seeley understood. Filming in an unfinished room with the ladders and tools lying around gave the shoot a real quality that couldn’t be captured on a finished set with the requisite bondage equipment.

Serving Master was filled with surprises and that kept Seeley guessing, anticipating, and wondering how the mundane might suddenly be shattered.