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Cracking the Whip	By : cleverkinkster Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 40294 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 6: The Lesson
A/N: I sort of fucked up in this chapter and accidentally started writing in Misato’s POV when it was all supposed to be Shinji’s. Oh well. From now on I’ll stop alternating between chapters and just go to whichever POV is most convenient for telling the story. Changes in POV will be noted. Not the most elegant solution, I know, but fuck it.
            Shinji had thought the cramps would be the worst part of the enema Misato gave him, but those had been nothing compared to the noises. Expelling 3 liters of water from one’s colon was not a quiet process, apparently, nor one that was especially good for one’s sense of modesty. As he waited on the toilet, he ran his hands along his newly shaved skin. It felt weird to him, like it was hypersensitive. He was still a little miffed about being shaved—like any adolescent boy, Shinji considered body hair a point of pride and maturity. Losing that had made him feel even smaller and weaker compared to his Mistress than he already had. How stupid, Shinji thought. I’m more bothered by this than I was with having a bunch of water pumped in my butt. In the end he decided just not to dwell on it. The choice had already been made for him; he just had to live with it.
            Now thoroughly emptied and with the plug reinserted, Shinji rejoined Misato in the living room. She was reclining on the sofa, her feet propped up on the coffee table, browsing over a report of some kind. To his immense disappointment, the violet-haired domme had put her clothes back on. With no instructions to go on or acknowledgement from his Mistress, Shinji opted to crawl to her side and kneel. When Misato continued to ignore him, he questioned if he had made the right decision, until a soft hand reached out and started idly stroking the top of his head. He settled down, blushing a little at being treated like a dog, but pathetically pleased by the small gesture of affection.
            Misato continued reading, so Shinji took advantage of the quiet to digest the events of the day so far. He thought back to the terrible beating he had received and wasn’t sure how he felt about it. It had been unbelievably painful and as it happened he had wanted nothing more than to make it stop. But now all he felt was pleasant swelling inside his chest as he thought about it. The pain had been horrible, yes, but the pleasure his Mistress took from hurting him balanced it all out in the end. His only regret was that he had disappointed her in the first place by rutting against the wall like an animal. Strangely, there was something comforting about the knowledge that any selfish or disobedient behavior on his part would be shut down so efficiently. In his mind, disrespecting Misato was the worst thing he could do, and it was nice to know that she would never tolerate that from him. He supposed that was part of what she meant when she said she would “take care of his needs.”
            Thinking about the afternoon’s events caused his cock to swell inside its metal prison. The damn thing was insidious. It was light enough to not be too much of a nuisance while just heavy enough for him to be always aware of its presence on his body. Its unyielding form cut any attempt at an erection painfully short, an effect that was starting to drive him crazy.
            The doorbell rang and Shinji suddenly remembered Misato’s mention of ordering take-out. He glanced up at her to find her looking back at him expectantly. There was a horrible moment of quiet where the boy thought Misato seriously expected him to answer the door as he was, but then the bell rang again and the woman smiled.
            “I’ll get it,” she said and then added, “this time.”
            Shinji gulped.
            Dinner was a pleasantly calm affair. Shinji nibbled out of a bowl on the floor while Misato stuffed herself above him. Despite the unusual scene, the two managed a pretty normal conversation. It was mostly Misato asking him questions, but he asked a few of his own, like where her penguin was (Misato had booked him into a spa hotel nearby for a week), and why she was drinking less (apparently it was a bad idea to mix alcohol with these kinds of activities). The woman also took the time to explain her prior experience as a domme. Shinji was fascinated by the stories she told about old clients. It made him feel pretty good to know that he was getting for free what dozens of men had paid large sums of money just to get a taste of. He learned that Misato had never brought any kind of BDSM into her personal life, so this was in some ways just as uncharted ground for her as it was for him. She was relying a lot on second-hand knowledge from her mentor.
            “The dungeon I used with my clients was run by this woman in her forties. She was the most dominant person I’ve ever met. And I mean real dominance, not just being a control freak or a mean-spirited bitch. Five minutes in her presence and she’d have anyone wrapped around her finger. I went to her expecting to make some quick and easy cash and not really caring about the job; next thing I know I’m on my knees begging forgiveness for my arrogance.” Misato smiled ruefully as she reflected on the event. “I learned almost everything I know from her,” she continued. “More than just how to swing a whip—she was the one who taught me that cruelty and kindness did not have to be mutually exclusive. She also tried to get me to stop pretending I wasn’t enjoying it all… guess that didn’t quite work out.”
            “Didn’t it?” Shinji asked, earning a smile from the woman.
            “Well… yeah, I guess it did after all.” She snorted. “Man, if she could see me now.”
            “You don’t talk to her anymore?”
            “Not since I quit. Maybe it would be nice to get back in touch with her. Show her how right she was.”
            Shinji fidgeted. “Would that be such a good idea, Mistress?”
            The domme raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
            “Well, uh, I’m not exactly… legal.”
            Misato laughed and dismissed his concern with a wave of her hand. “Nah, don’t worry about that. She never gave many shits about what the law says. As far as I’m concerned if you’re old enough to risk your life for humanity’s survival, you’re old enough to have a woman shove a strap-on up your ass. I know Mistress Hasegawa would agree with me on that.” Shinji blushed and the two finished their meals in thoughtful silence.
-Misato’s POV-
            After they were both done, Misato left her pet to clean up and went to her room to get ready for the night’s festivities. While Shinji was busy voiding his bowels, she had received a call telling her she was needed at HQ for a long meeting the next morning. Something about changes in their deployment strategies and other departmental bullshit. So now she was determined to cram as much training as she could into the remainder of the night. She wanted her boy to have a lot to reflect on while she was away.
            After finishing her makeup and putting her hair back in a loose ponytail, Misato stepped back and admired herself in the mirror. She had opted for an outfit that was kinky but comfortable. She wore a short-sleeved leather top that zipped up the front and had a button collar. With the collar buttoned and the zipper up only halfway, it created a rather delightful ‘boob window’ that also perfectly framed the key on her necklace. On her legs she wore garterless fishnet stockings and in between she wore only the strap-on harness, with a 7” pink dildo occupying the space that the “Violator” had the night before. This dildo was the only one she currently had that was designed to rub against the wearer so that she could get something more than just the satisfaction of watching her partner get fucked.
            She stuffed all the things she would need that night into a bag and waltzed casually with it into the living room. Misato enjoyed Shinji’s torn reaction, as his brain struggled between staring at her partially exposed breasts and the fake cock that jutted out from her crotch.
            “Come here and kneel,” said Misato in a no-nonsense tone. As Shinji scrambled to comply, she set the bag down and pulled out a simple dog collar and leash that she had bought at the hardware store. “A slave should always use their body to show their submission,” she told the boy as she buckled the collar around his neck and clipped on the leash. “You understand the basics of this with kneeling and crawling, so let’s work on that first. Follow.” She pulled sharply on the leash and began leading him aimlessly from room to room. At random times she would bark at him to kneel, and give him a series of hard slaps if he was too slow, or stumbled, or if something about his position was not satisfactory to her. She was slapping him quite a lot in the beginning, but he eventually got the hang of it and by their third circuit through the apartment she could tell it was time to move on to the next step.
            Back in the living room she instructed him to stand with his feet shoulder-width apart, his arms behind his back grabbing the opposing elbow, and his eyes cast respectfully down. “This is your ‘attention’ position,” said Misato. “I normally prefer my subs to kneel, but this is nice when I need easier access to this.” She reached down and wrapped her hand around his trapped cock and balls, causing the boy to gasp. “This is also what you should use if I make you stand in the corner.”
            Next she made him do the ‘bitch’ position, where he was to put his head down to the floor and stick his ass as high in the air as he could. It was pretty obvious what this was meant for. After ‘bitch’ came ‘missionary’, which had Shinji on his back with his hands above his head and his spread and lifted in the air. The purpose of this position was also rather obvious. Finally, there was the ‘discipline’ position, which had Shinji bent over and holding his ankles. Misato liked this position because it could be incredibly strenuous on its own if held for a while, but was also great for using a belt or flogger on the stretched taut ass.
            As she had Shinji run through every position, Misato gave the dildo between her legs the occasional stroke, enjoying the motion it transmitted to her clit. She refrained from overdoing it, though, knowing that if she got too aroused now she would throw away her plan and just have her way with the boy. When she was satisfied that he had the nuances of each position down perfectly, she again took his leash and began leading him through the apartment. Only this time she barked out the positions at random, turning the whole exercise into a perverted game of Simon Says.
            Even after numerous slaps Shinji was not quite able to develop the reaction time and grace Misato demanded. The boy tried hard, and made a noticeable improvement over time, but the domme knew better than to start handing out As for effort. So it was a red and swollen-cheeked Shinji and a rather annoyed Misato who returned to the living room after their last circuit.
            “That was disappointing, pet,” said Misato as she glared down at the kneeling boy.
            “I’m sorry, Mistress.”
            Misato grabbed a hairbrush out of her bag and then dragged the boy to the sofa and over her lap. “Sorry. Is. Not. Good. Enough.” Misato yelled, landing a brutal swat with each word. She briefly paused to run her hand along the warm skin of his ass, taking the opportunity to feel the welts that still remained from his earlier punishment. She gave him several more hard swats and then unceremoniously dumped him to the floor as she stood. “I wonder why you seemed so distracted, boy,” she said menacingly, causing Shinji to gulp. “Perhaps you were too busy ogling my ass to pay attention? Does that sound about right?” Honestly, Misato doubted that the boy would have done much better at the task if he were blindfolded, but that was no excuse for the many long glances he had been directing towards her shapely behind as she led him around.
            “I’m so sorry, Mistress,” the boy cried, and Misato could tell it was genuine.
            “I already told you that’s not good enough,” she replied darkly. The woman moved around the prone boy until she was standing over his head, facing his feet. “I figure the punishment should fit the crime; if you like my ass so much, why don’t you see it up close?” Misato lowered herself onto the boy’s face, making sure she got him right where she wanted him. To Shinji it probably seemed like heaven for the few seconds before he realized he couldn’t breathe.
            To the young sub’s credit, he didn’t start struggling until it became an involuntary reaction to his body’s rapid depletion of oxygen. Misato rode him easily: his small frame lacked the power needed to buck her off. She waited until just the point that his thrashing began to weaken and then lifted up. She let Shinji desperately gulp in air for a second and then went back down again, beginning the cycle anew.
            She repeated the process two more times before finally standing up. She knew better than to keep going. Breath play was a dangerous thing even in the hands of an expert. There were not only physical risks, but emotional ones as well. The act forced the sub to really confront the power of life and death that the dominant had over them. It was a brutal way of making a point, as evidenced by the rattled look on Shinji’s face as he slowly made his way back into the kneeling position, but also an extremely effective one. She knew the trembling boy would be much more careful in the future.
            “What was the lesson here?” she asked the panting boy imperiously.
            “To, uh, to not look at your body without permission?”
            Misato shook her head. “Of course not. It’s only natural that you look at me. My problem is that you were doing it when you should have been focused on your task 100%.”
            When she felt that the boy fully understood, Misato directed him to remove the leash, climb up on the table and get in the ‘bitch’ position. The boy did so, sending several nervous glances at her strap-on in the process. The domme grinned.
            “What do you think this position is for?”
            “For, uh, f-fucking, Mistress?”
            “Got it in one. And who is the one getting fucked?”
            Humiliated, Shinji tried to hide his face in his arms. “Me, Mistress.”
            “Very good.” She gave the dildo several jerks and moaned as the motion transmitted to her dripping snatch. She pulled Shinji’s buttplug out and casually tossed it aside, then directed him to assume the ‘missionary’ position.
            “What do you think this position is for?”
            “Also for fucking?”
            Misato shook her head as she ran a finger along one of Shinji’s thighs. A thin sheen of sweat had formed across his body from his earlier exertions. “Wrong!” she barked, startling the boy. “This is for making love. Do you know what the difference is?”
            “No, Mistress,” replied the wide-eyed teen quietly.
            “It’s about the eye contact and the tenderness, mostly. The blushing bride facing her eager groom as he gently but firmly mounts her for the first time.” She paused briefly to let Shinji realize just who he was in that analogy. “Partners forming an intimate connection during their shared bliss. To put it another way: ‘fucking’ is something done purely for my benefit. It’s what I did to you last night and will be doing to you countless times throughout our relationship. Do you remember how hard you cried? You may sometimes enjoy it, but it will be regardless of my efforts. I bend you over and rip my own pleasure from your body like you’re nothing but a cheap whore.
            “Making love, though, is something I imagine you’ll find quite pleasurable, even if you won’t get to cum.” Misato grabbed a bottle of lube and began gently applying it to the boy’s anus, inserting one, then two, and finally three fingers to make sure it was properly stretched. Shinji shuddered a bit at the first touch of the cold liquid, but otherwise did well to keep still. She drizzled a little more onto the fake cock for good measure.
            She squatted down slightly to line up the strap-on with her pet’s asshole. “Just relax, Shinji,” she told him. “It will only hurt if you try and resist it. Just let go and enjoy the sensations.” She pushed forward slowly. This time it was much easier going, the smaller dildo and the added preparation made sliding in a breeze. She took her time, feeding the silicone cock into him inch by inch, relishing the small gasp he would make every time she went deeper. As her pelvis bumped into his, Misato grabbed hold of the boy’s ankles and pushed them wide and forward over his head. Their eyes met, and the domme noticed the surprised look in his. “How does it feel, pet?” she asked, although she already knew the answer.
            “It… doesn’t hurt,” he said. “I feel… full. It’s strange.” The boy struggled to find words that could convey the unique sensation.
            “Strange bad, or strange good?” Misato began slowly thrusting in and out.
            The boy stayed quiet for a moment and then replied, “strange good, Mistress.”
            “Doesn’t it just feel right, boy?” Misato asked as she picked up speed, beginning to lose herself in the sensations that she was experiencing. “Me, on top, forcing my way in. You, on the bottom, yielding to my power.”
            “Yes, Mistress!” Shinji gasped as the dildo slid in and out, rubbing against his prostate each time. A clear fluid began to seep out of the boy’s trapped cock just as a line of juice slid down Misato’s bare thigh. “It feels so right.” The pair’s eyes were locked on each other as both did their best to wordlessly communicate what the other meant to them. Misato fell into a comfortable rhythm of thrusting, enjoying the gasps and groans each entry drew from the boy’s mouth.
            The only major difference between the pleasure the two were experiencing was that only Misato’s would end in release. The rubbing against his prostate caused a little cum to leak out, but could otherwise offer no real climax. So it was only Misato who ended up crying out loudly and slumping over in orgasmic bliss, only Misato who wasn’t left frustrated as their coupling ended. Still, Shinji smiled happily for the panting woman as she regained her breath, clearly pleased to have brought her such pleasure. Misato stumbled back and collapsed onto the sofa, a dazed grin on her face as she wallowed in the post-coital bliss. She eyed the sub in front of her, noting that he had held his lewd position even after she got off. Good boy, she thought.
            Misato stood and circled around the table, then knelt down. She planted a light but long kiss on her beloved pet’s brow as a silent thank you to his efforts. She pulled back and looked down at him. The loving, tender sex had been amazing, but there were still lessons to be taught. Taking a deep breath, the older woman forced herself into what she mentally referred to as her ‘bitch mode’.
            When she felt herself enter the proper headspace, she pulled open his mouth with her hand and slowly allowed a large gob of saliva to slide from her mouth into his. As he dutifully swallowed, she smirked evilly. “Tell me, pet, have you ever thought about making love to me? Putting that hard cock of yours into my tight, moist slit?”
            Shinji nodded, not bothering to deny the obvious but wary of where she was going with this. The new edge to her voice clearly frightened him a little.
            “And today, did you ever wonder if I’d actually make that happen? As you were drying me off after my shower, did you believe you just might actually have a shot?”
            The boy nodded again, more hesitant this time. Misato stood and took off the harness around her hips. She dropped it onto the table with a thud. “If I told you that what we just did was the only kind of love we’ll ever make, would you be happy with that? Happy, knowing that you will never be inside a woman? Never know that unbelievable, mindblowing ecstasy?”
            Shinji swallowed heavily but slowly nodded. “I could be for you, Mistress.”
            The boy’s earnestness nearly broke Misato’s façade, the only thing that held it together was her knowledge that this was an important moment. She climbed up on the table and squatted down onto his chest, her wet lips pressing against the boy’s sternum. She put just enough weight on to make it a challenge to breathe, then reached behind her to fondle his caged manhood.
            “What if I never let your little friend out? What if I demanded he be kept like this forever?”
            She could see the gears frantically turning in Shinji’s head as he considered her cruel words. “I-I don’t know, Mistress… I don’t think I could, I’m sorry.”
            The older woman unbuttoned her shirt’s collar and ever so slowly slid the zipper down. When her breasts came free, she held them up before the enraptured boy.
            “Not even for these? Do you think you’ll ever see a better pair in your life?” She bent forward, dangling her tits over her pet’s face. “Weren’t you so eager to get your face in them earlier?”
            Shinji floundered, and his Mistress could tell he was torn between wanting to promise her everything and the mental image of a life spent in enforced chastity. While his answers were certainly of interest to her, the point of this whole exercise was simply to mindfuck him into seriously thinking about what being her slave could theoretically mean. She wanted him to really consider what his limits were and impress upon him that this was not just some adolescent fantasy.
            “What’s the point of letting it out anyways,” she said as she reached back and dragged her nails hard across his midsection, making him hiss with pain. “It will never be big enough to satisfy a woman. It would only be a disappointment. Maybe I’ll find someone bigger and bring him home to satisfy me. A real man, not some boy.” Misato began to slowly grind against the body below her.
            “Mistress, please…” Shinji pleaded as tears started to form in his eyes.
            “If you’re good I might let you eat the cum from my pussy.” She pinched his nipples hard, digging her nails in until he winced. “Maybe I’ll dress you up as my little whore and have you give 500¥ blowjobs to some of the guys at work. I bet Hyuga would fuck your brains out if we dressed you up like Maya.” She laughed darkly.
            Shinji tried to turn his head to the side but Misato pulled it back to face her. Tears were streaming freely now as he envisioned each cruel scenario.
            “Or maybe, just maybe,” she began, suddenly finding it difficult to keep going. “Maybe I’ll just ignore you. Have you do my chores but otherwise leave you to your own devices. Take off that cage and let you do whatever you want because why should I c-“
            “NO!”
            The sudden outburst from Shinji caught both of them off guard. Immediately Misato climbed off him and pulled the crying boy into an embrace.
           “Mistress I’m so-“ Misato shushed him, holding his head to her chest, not noticing how similar she looked to a mother comforting her child.
            “It’s okay, Shinji. You did nothing wrong. You did exactly what I wanted.”
            The boy looked up at her face and Misato gave her the most soothing smile she could.
            “I did?”
            “Yes, my boy, you really did. I didn’t mean those things: I just wanted to push you over the edge.”
            The boy frowned, looking more angry than sad now. “But why? Why would you do that?”
            “To teach you the most important lesson. I need you to know that no matter how mean and evil I may seem at times, it will always be okay for you to say no. I might not always stop, but I will always listen and try to understand what the problem is.”
            Misato allowed Shinji to pull away, knowing he had a lot to process. There was a long, silent pause as the boy stared off into space. At last he spoke. “I-I guess I get it. Rule eight, right?” He gave her a shy smile, which Misato returned with much more confidence.
            “Good boy. It’s a good thing you remembered, as I don’t feel like punishing you more today.” She reached out and grabbed his collar and pulled him forward into a long passionate kiss. To her pleasant surprise the boy was rapidly learning how to properly respond to being kissed. He yielded submissively as her tongue invaded his mouth and her teeth occasionally nipped at his lips, but managed to not be overly passive. She was deeply impressed at his progress. As a reward, she took one of his hands and held it up to an exposed breast. He tentatively began to knead it and rub the pad of his thumb around her stiff nipple. Probably something he saw in some hentai, she thought wryly. His efforts were overall clumsy, but showed considerable promise for a fourteen year-old. Misato ended the kiss and brought Shinji’s head to her other breast, moaning as he began to suck and lick her sensitive nub.
            She let him continue for several minutes with little direction, simply reveling in his eagerness to please her and the obvious enjoyment he was getting from being allowed to touch her in this way (the desperate twitching and grinding of his imprisoned cock against her leg was testament to this). His efforts began to have the desired effect and she couldn’t resist taking his other hand and guiding it down between her legs. He became more hesitant than ever, clearly clueless about what to do around this part of her anatomy. Her hand over his, she guided him, bringing his fingers to her clit and moving them in a slow circular motion. When the intensity got a bit too much, she had him alternate between rubbing her clit and sliding two fingers in and out of her dripping snatch.
            As she drew closer and closer to climax, she could only marvel at Shinji’s diligence. Even as he absorbed her instructions on how to finger her he never slowed down or lost focus on his ministrations up above. Misato put her hands around him and braced herself as her orgasm washed over her, her body tensing and shaking as she cried out. She held the boy tight to her body, letting him be her anchor as she rode out the waves of pleasure. Eventually it abated and the woman collapsed back onto the sofa, breathing heavily. She looked at her pet to see him smiling back at her proudly.
            Pride was not a feeling befitting a slave, Misato knew, but it was hard to begrudge the adolescent his self-satisfaction at having brought her to a screaming orgasm. Still, after the way the night’s activities had gone, it was important that he not think her soft and forget his place. She spent several minutes just basking in the afterglow, then finally worked up the composure to act.
            “Shinji, clean everything up. Go wash the dildo and plug off and then put everything back in the bag. Get ready for bed and then come join me in my room.” She watched the boy for a moment as he scrambled to obey. This time he didn’t hesitate to pick up the dildo in his mouth, probably as it was pretty much spotless thanks to the enema. She silently admired his cute little butt with its still visible stripes for a while as he crawled around, then headed towards her room.
            Misato had planned on having the boy sleep on the floor at her feet like a good pet should, but after his display of smugness she had to come up with something different. She looked around her room for ideas and spotted the large wooden box she used to store her rolled up futon. Perfect, she thought as she grinned evilly.
A/N #2: So sorry that this is so late. Whatever weird sexual mania that drove me to write the first five chapters in a few days took off in the middle of the night (didn’t even say good bye) so it’s been pretty slow going. Chapter 7 shouldn’t be so long in coming. A deep thank you to all who reviewed. I know this story is far from perfect, and it’s been a long time since I’ve written anything non-academic, so thanks for the feedback.
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