Author's note:
Welcome to the third of four chapters in a story about two women engaged in a consensual D/s relationship. I really appreciate the feedback from chapters one and two -- I find your comments and emails are helping me to understand the story better. Through your comments, I'm seeing angles and themes that I hadn't realized were there as I was writing and editing -- it's been an eye-opening experience. So thanks for so generously helping my development as a writer. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and thank you for reading! The final chapter should be along in a week (or so).
Note that this chapter contains a fairly intense spanking scene towards the end. Just thought I'd mention it, in case it's not your thing...
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"All your tests were negative," said Dr. Lynne Noori, handing a printout to Ashley.
Kara knew it had been kind of her doctor to accept Ashley as a patient, given how busy she was already, and was grateful for the accommodation. It would have been terribly awkward to approach a strange doctor about having blood tests done for sexually-transmitted infections.
Ashley's eyes widened and the blood drained from her face.
"All of them?" Her voice was mingled horror and disbelief.
Dr. Noori looked puzzled by the reaction, and Kara rubbed Ashley's arm reassuringly.
"No, Ash, that's a good thing. 'Negative' means they didn't find anything wrong."
Relief flooded the younger woman's face. "Oh! I thought she meant negative as in bad."
It had been eleven days since Ashley's epic orgasm in the collar and leash, and the level of intimacy between them had only increased since then. There were nightly massages, with Kara giving or receiving, or both. She'd stroked her young ward to a second orgasm exactly a week after the first, and the following day Ashley had asked to reciprocate with her mouth; a bold, out-of-nowhere request that had caught Kara by surprise.
She'd been trying to bring Ash along slowly to ensure she was comfortable and had time to adjust to the changes, but the submissive woman had jumped in with both feet and suddenly it was Kara struggling to keep up. Ashley seemed more comfortable each day immersing herself in Kara's control, and eager to enjoy and reciprocate any intimacy Kara showed her.
It had been awkward to raise the issue of possible sexual infections -- Kara didn't want to offend Ashley. But Chad had forced the young woman into plenty of unsafe situations and Kara wanted to understand what risks she and Ash would be taking once they started 'exchanging fluids'. If treatment was needed or precautions had to be taken, better to know up front rather than after it was too late.
Ashley had been understanding about the sensitive topic and readily agreed to the tests, although she'd been disappointed that mouth-to-genital contact would have to wait more than a week until the test results came in. Kara had herself tested too, just to show Ashley she wasn't in it alone.
But now they'd both been given a clean bill of health, so the gloves were off, so to speak.
She was little more than five weeks into her new life as a governess, and Kara had to admit she was enjoying it. Ashley was a delightful submissive -- earnest, hard-working and enthusiastic -- who preferred a firm hand and thrived under high protocol and stricter dominance. Knowing there was a young woman eager to obey her every command was arousing and powerful. Kara found that being the one in charge brought with it new emotions: sometimes protective and maternal, sometimes hot and lustful, sometimes frustrating and even confusing.
But hitting the right balance -- finding her dominant 'voice' - was getting easier over time. She learned something new each day, and her admiration for her late Master Peter grew with every lesson. Now she understood that what appeared so simple on the surface was a lot harder than it seemed, and that being a dominant required as much dedication and commitment as being a submissive.
She hadn't lost sight of the "non-kink" goals she had for Ashley -- a job, an education, supportive peers, hobbies and interests, and eventually some counseling. She'd had success addressing some of those lofty objectives, and had ideas for how she could encourage Ashley to develop the other 'vanilla' parts of her life that had been so neglected.
And a visit to the workshop was one of those ideas.
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Everything about the workshop reminded her of Peter.
The clacking of the key in the door lock. The high-pitched beeps as she disarmed the alarm system. The hum of the bright rows of fluorescent lights overhead. The smell of sawdust. The grey, paint-splattered concrete floor. The saws, drills, lathes, hand tools, saw horses and work benches. The lumber stacked up against the far wall. The finished and half-completed kink furniture stowed here and there -- wherever space could be found.
Peter was everywhere here. This was his space, his domain. The workshop was a temple dedicated to his profession and most beloved hobby. She'd joined him here, spent hours working alongside him, learning at the feet of the master until she was almost as proficient as him. But no matter how long she'd spent there, it had always felt like HIS space. HIS world, that he'd happily shared with his beloved wife.
Kara found tears welling as she surveyed the quiet work space. She hadn't come here much since his death. There hadn't been any reason, until now.
"This place is huge!" Ashley gasped from just behind her. "All this was his?"
Kara nodded. "When we got married, we wanted to live in the city but workshop space is so expensive there, and neighbors don't appreciate the noise. So he found this out-of-the-way industrial park and leased this space. We're surrounded by factories and warehouses, so no one cares about the noise."
"And you know how to work all this stuff?"
"Yes. He literally taught me everything I know about carpentry. But even after fourteen years I don't have half the knowledge he did. I'm competent, but Peter was passionate about it."
"That's so cool," Ashley said, and the awe in her voice was hard to miss.
Kara shoved the keys into her coat pocket and wandered deeper into the workshop.
"Normally we'd be in work boots if we were building something, but your winter boots should be okay for now. Just watch your step."
"What was it you wanted to show me?" Ash said, following behind.
"I'm thinking of getting a booth at Ero-Con in June, and re-starting the business. I've been getting lazy since Peter died and I need something to fill my time productively."
"You're going to sell this stuff?"
"Sell, and also take custom orders. The custom orders bring in the most money."
"Yeah?"
"Once Peter got an order for a working, medieval-style rack... a slab that a prisoner gets chained to and his arms and legs get stretched in opposite directions. The guy paid almost twelve thousand dollars for it."
"No way!"
"Wealthy kinksters will pay for quality, stylized work. The rack was the centrepiece of a pretty impressive dungeon."
"So you want me to help out at Ero-Con?"
"If you like. And if you want, I'll show you how to build things, too."
"That would be awesome!"
Kara smiled at her ward's enthusiasm, then led the way further into the cluttered work space. "Let me show you some of the finished works. Ever seen stocks?"
"I think so."
Kara stopped in front of a waist-high, padded bench connected to a headboard that had three small circles cut into it. She un-clasped a latch and half the headboard lifted open on a hinge.
"Take off your coat and lie on your stomach on the bench. Put your neck in the middle hole and your wrists in the holes on either side."
Ashley carefully did as requested, leaving her bent double, rear end presented to her governess.
"I'm going to lock you in, just so you can experience it. If you feel uncomfortable, say the word and I'll open it right away, okay?"
"Sure."
Kara closed the top of the headboard, careful not to pinch Ash's skin or trap her hair, then locked the latch.
"What do you think?"
Ashley made a half-hearted attempt to free her wrists but quickly gave up. "I guess I'm stuck."
"Mmm. And this cute bum is thrust out here, ready for anything I wanted to do." Kara rubbed her hands over the back of Ash's yoga pants, then slipped her fingers under the waistband and slowly drew them down to mid-thigh, along with her panties, baring her pale ass.
"Hey!"
"Just demonstrating," Kara said, allowing plenty of tease in her voice. "Tell me if you want out." She ran her fingernails lightly over the smooth skin, then allowed her fingers to caress the inner swells of her cheeks and drift lower to her soft inner thighs.
"Feels amazing." Ashley parted her legs as much as the waistband would allow.
"It's a very submissive position to be in. Everything is available to my eyes and my fingers. I'm free to enjoy this tight little bum hole..." Kara's gently teased the sensitive ring with the nail of her index finger, amused by the way it tightened and released reflexively.
"Yes, Miss."
"I can tease these pussy lips..." Kara traced her finger lower, stroking Ash's outer labia. Already the smooth contours of her ward's pussy were becoming familiar; Kara had spent many long minutes tormenting that sensitive flesh in the weeks Ashley had been staying with her.
Ashley gasped and strained against the waistband, fighting to spread wider.
"Or even this naughty clit..." She licked her middle finger to wet it, then reached down to give light feather-touches to Ash's already-engorged pleasure centre.
"Please...don't stop."
"Hungry already? You just came three days ago."
"Yes, Miss, very hungry. I'm always hungry for you. Please?"
"Hmm, maybe a little longer then."
"Oh, thank you!"
Kara obliged the younger woman for almost another minute, drawing out sighs and wetness, then let her fingers drift away from her hard clit. Ashley groaned her disappointment but didn't complain.
"Of course, having a bare bum so nicely presented lends itself to a spanking as well. Shall I demonstrate?"
Ash hesitated, but only for a moment. "Yes, Miss. Please?"
