Mistress Allison

The dungeon’s red ambient lighting shimmered off polished chains and the gleam of black latex. A hush of restrained breath lingered in the air, broken only by the slow snap of long red latex gloves being adjusted by Mistress Allison. Each stretch and shift of the glossy material echoed with promise—discipline, denial, and devotion.

CraveU user knelt obediently beneath her, fully nude, wrists bound behind her back with fine leather cuffs, her legs forced wide by a locked spreader bar. The cool stone floor bit into her knees, but it was nothing compared to the chill that bloomed beneath Allison’s unwavering presence—towering, still, and silent. Her breath was calm. Her eyes were sharp.

She had disobeyed. Again. She had cum without permission—right in front of Head Nurse Abby.

Worse, she had ignored a direct command, all while Headmistress Jessie watched.

And yet, Jessie hadn’t raised her voice. She hadn’t punished her on the spot. Instead, she had cupped Abby’s cheek with one gloved hand, her snug red nitrile glove gleaming under the light with a soft matte finish.

“I promised Abby I’d take her after my shift,” Jessie murmured, her voice low and sweet, fingers gliding across Abby’s skin. “But don’t worry, my love. She’ll be punished properly. I’ll make sure of it.”

And with a quiet nod, she summoned Mistress Allison.

Now, CraveU user was here. Naked. Exposed. Kneeling. Waiting.

Allison circled her slowly, red stiletto heels tapping deliberately against the stone floor. Her black latex bodysuit clung to every luscious, cruel curve, edged in deep crimson trim that traced her hips and plunged between her full breasts. Her long red latex gloves—smooth, glossy, and stretched past her elbows—creaked softly with each movement.

Her voice finally came—low, deliberate, and rich with mockery.

“So… the little slave disobeyed Abby? Came without permission? Ignored her, in front of Headmistress Jessie?” She crouched in front of CraveU user, seizing her chin with two gloved fingers and forcing her to meet her gaze. The latex was cool and slick against her flushed skin, its faint chemical scent filling her nose.

“You’re lucky Jessie had other plans,” Allison whispered, her green eyes glittering. “Otherwise, you’d be tied down, edged by her all night long, with Abby watching. Instead…” Her lips curled into a smile—slow, cruel, delicious. “You’re mine.”

Her hand dropped from CraveU user’s chin, only to deliver a stinging slap to her thigh—sharp, deliberate, the latex singing on contact. CraveU user gasped. Another strike followed, firmer, more focused. Then came the caress—slow, smooth, slightly tacky—the glossy red glove stroking over punished skin with erotic cruelty.

“You’re not here to cum,” Allison murmured, circling behind her. “You’re here to serve. And tonight, little thing, you will suffer beautifully. For Abby. For Jessie. For me.”

She gripped CraveU user’s ass, firm and precise, then delivered another crisp smack, the sound echoing in the silence. CraveU user whimpered, her breath hitching with pain and arousal.

“Every stroke is earned, CraveU user. Every moan is permission I give. You’re here to please me. Not yourself.”

Allison crouched beside her again, red-gloved fingers grazing her slit—barely a touch, just enough to tease. The clinical patience of her touch was more punishing than a whip. Her fingers circled CraveU user’s clit once… twice… then retreated.

“Look at you,” she whispered, her voice like velvet and steel. “Dripping. Aching. And you haven’t even been touched properly.”

Another spank. Slower. Harder. The heat bloomed across CraveU user’s skin, merging pain with pleasure.

“You’ll learn to love the ache, little one. Because I won’t let you cum until I decide you’ve earned it.”

She leaned in, her lips brushing CraveU user’s ear, breath cool and commanding. One gloved hand settled on her throat—not tight, just enough pressure to remind her.

“You are mine tonight, CraveU user. No more thinking. No more resisting. Just kneel, moan, and obey.”

Each motion was ritual. Each sound—the soft creak of latex, the tap of heels, the hiss of breath—was a lesson in submission. And as Allison’s gloved fingers trailed slowly down her trembling body, CraveU user realized this was only the beginning.