Diana's POV

The car ride was silent and Ava was in and out of tears like she is after every court case. I'm shocked she didn't lose her shit with her finding out about Derek and I.

I would have told her but I just couldn't. I don't know ... I guess I'm embarrassed by it. But I don't regret it. We got home and Ava sat on the couch and buried her face in her hands. "It'll be alright. It will most likely be all over tomorrow," I said sitting next to her. Her head shot up. She looked around , as if looking for me.

And then... she moved faster then I've ever seen and slapped me. "I looked like a fucking idiot because of you!" I sighed and stood. Her eyes were full of rebellion and rage and she had every intent to dominate me. It was unnerving and her pride would be shot if I laughed right in her face. But I didn't.

I went upstairs to my bedroom and retrieved my beads. I went back downstairs , she was sipping on champagne and watching tv. I rested my hands on her shoulders. "I'm sorry Ava... please forgive me," I begged and kissed her soft spot while cupping her breasts. "Maybe ..." she said and my hands traced around her collarbone to the clasp of her necklace.

It was thin and durable. I smirked and pulled it tight. Her hands tried to get underneath it but she failed. Don't leave any bruises. I wrapped my arm around her throat and pulled upward. "Di..Dia.. please," she begged her hands touching my hair and face. "Diana doesn't exist anymore to you Ava... you've mistreated her and she has left for a very long time," I said and she began to go to sleep. I rolled my eyes letting her go and her body made a thud as it rolled off the couch and onto the floor. She groaned and I watched as she struggled to get up. "You know Ava ... I'm gonna have to fuck you up," I said and poured myself a glass of champagne.

"Pity.. such a rough day to come to such a rough night," I said gaining a handful of her hair. I got her on her feet and we went downstairs.

I got her onto this cold metal table and strapped her down on her back. It was made for discomfort and I smiled as she wiggled in them.

"I can't leave any marks on you. Not until this all blows over. That's fine. I have other ways of punishing you," I said and she tried to frantically look around the room.

"Nope... just like me twenty minutes ago ...can't see it coming," I joked and blindfolded her. I gagged her as well. She just kept pleading, "Mistress please that ... and Mistress please this," I mocked while I placed conductive probes on her.

One at each wrist, two on each boob, one on the inside of each thigh and one right above her special box. I turned it on and her body twitched , a little more and she groaned, a little more and she lost full control of her nerves, a little more her body was now being shocked, not tickled and she screamed, a little more there were tears and I turned it back down to the level before. I took them off her wrists and and left one on each breast.

I got what I called the spider. It's a vibrating dildo that stimulates the clitoris and g-spot and has eight legs that wrapped around the victim's legs. If that wasn't the best part ... it has a tank that holds lubricant ... so after 20 minutes it will squirt some through the dildo... the spider wasn't going anywhere. "Just gotta plug this in," I said and she groaned and shook her head furiously.

I turned it on and she absolutely and gloriously lost her shit. "I remember using this on Jennifer when I was training her. I think it's her biggest fear actually. Honestly I strongly believe every Mistress and Master should have one... how about you," I asked and she didn't make a sound.

"Justifies my point," I said and flicked it on. Turning it immediately to the highest setting, her body jerked from the restraints. "I know Ava... Ava.. you don't deserve to have your name roll off my tongue. I won't call you pet.. no I hate that. Kitten is so overrated. Slut? That's the condition I found you in after-all but no ... you've made improvement. What to call you... little girl. Yes! That's it. Little girl... The little girl who put her hands on a woman, a Mistress. I almost feel sorry for you," I said over her moans and groans as a second orgasm rocked her. I turned it down and sat on the table alongside her shaken body.

I undid her gag and blindfold. "What's your safe word little girl?" She stared deep into my eyes and shook her head. I smiled and kissed her deep and played in her hair a little bit. I smiled and pressed a button beneath the table and the ceiling opened up revealing a mirror. Watching my little girl's eyes go wide as she looked at her naked body writhe uncontrollably. "When I return .. I want you to tell me how many times you came," I laughed.

I turned the spider back on high, resuming her moans and shouts. I walked back up the stairs, leaving the door open. Her sounds of demanding punishment filling the air.

It's been two hours and the girl hasn't broke yet. There was a knock on the door and I peeked to see it was Lucas. I let him in and his face went white. "The.. the .. sp.. spider?" he asked and I nodded taking a seat on the couch. "Something wrong with the club?" I asked playing with my beads.

Slowly but surely while in simple conversation about him and Jennifer, Lucas became short of breath , all hot and bothered. I smirked confidently. "Are you falling for it Lucas?" I asked and he opened his mouth to say something but I pulled it tight and he went straight to sleep on the couch.

I got up off the couch and was about to make me some tea when I heard a different type of scream. "Merc... MERCY!! MMEEERRRCCYYY!!"