Limits Are Meant To Be Crossed

Limits are meant to be crossed

The agreement

Karen pulled the blanket up to her chin, wiggled her toes, and tried to take her mind off the menstrual cramps. A comfy couch, a hot water bottle, hot chocolate and a Christmas romance on Netflix together took the edge off the pain, but all she could think was, "please let it be gone tomorrow, please let it be gone." Karen's mind wandered. She had a hard time focusing on the movie, and the book on the coffee table that her yoga buddy had recommended looked even less inviting. She picked up her phone and texted, <<Do you have time to talk?>>.

The prompt danced a little and gave a response, <<20 minutes>>.

Karen tried to follow the story of the handsome hardware store owner in the pickup truck and the very cute real estate agent, but she could not take herself away from watching the 20 minutes count down. The minutes seemed to thump with every wave of pain in her lower back. Her breath shortened with each minute's passing, and each wave's crest. Her palms sweated, making the phone slippery in her hand. Her eyes darted between television screen and phone, and her body clenched.

She dialed.

The call connected on the third ring. "Hello Karen, how are you?"

Karen felt an immediate electric spark, "Good evening, Mistress Ellen. Oh, it's been a rough day. I am nursing terrible cramps, and my work group was annoyed that I left early today. I am stressed. Can we have a session next week?"

"Yes, my dear. Thursday evening is open. You like Thursday evening. Say yes, we need to work that stress out of you."

"Yes, Mistress. You always know best. Uh, I..." Karen froze a moment, and the cramping was replaced with butterflies.

"What is it, lovely Karen?" Mistress teased with her Cheshire cat voice. She knew there was a sweet prize in the air.

Karen sucked in a breath, and then dived into her response with a racing clip, "Well, do you remember telling me about needles? I think I can do it."

There was a calculated pause from Mistress, "My dear brave Karen. Yes, I do remember. It would be my pleasure. Excellent choice." Mistress's voice was salty-sweet, revealing her hunger for fresh players.

"But," Karen pushed back a little, "I would like you to be naked."

Mistress held a longer more uncomfortable pause, "Is this bratty Karen? Little demanding girls should remember their manners. They can get into trouble otherwise. You know that is one of my limits."

"Yes, and you know needles are one of my limits." Karen then fell back to submissive mode, "Please Mistress. I will be good. I will be extra good for you. I will be sweet Karen. I promise."

"Agreed. Mistress will reward your good service. We will have a very special celebration," and the words "very special celebration" rolled off Mistress's tongue with weight and mischief. "I will have an assistant to give you the treatment you require, and that assistant will receive tribute."

"Yes, Mistress," responded Karen politely.

Mistress asserted her command with instructions, "You will take a one-hour nap after work. You will shower in hot water and scrub your body with soap. You will wear your hair up. You will wear that Chanel perfume. You will wear a pleated skirt, not pants. You will not wear a bra. You will wear a dark colored blouse. You will leave it open to the last button. You will wear your black leather collar. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress, I understand."

"Good, my dear Karen. Until Thursday..." and the connection dropped.

Preparation

Thursday came and left the cramps long behind. Karen kept a laser focus on work. Nothing was going to delay her today. Papers flew, reports landed on others' desks, and she made sure to load up her colleagues with tasks they needed to complete. When quitting time came, she was already out the door. At home, she drew the drapes, set the alarm, and snuggled into bed.

Mentally, Karen felt like she had only closed her eyes for a brief moment, but the alarm was right on time. She headed to the kitchen, carb loaded with a chicken pasta salad, and then hit the shower. Out of the shower, she put her hair up, brushed her teeth, and applied her perfume. She selected a green tartan skirt, short, but not too short. Mistress had not said anything about underwear, so she selected a lacy pink G-string. The blouse was black with short puff shoulders, but the open buttons were going to have to wait until arrival. She did her makeup with a purple eyeshadow, which somehow seemed symbolic, and a light pink skin tone blush. She selected long dangle silver earrings to balance her hair style.

The last step was collaring. Karen bit her lip and nervously rubbed the leather between her fingers. It was about two fingers wide, and definitely not from H&M. It had attachment rings on the front and the back. It had been an accomplishment gift from Mistress, to celebrate their first-year anniversary. Karen rubbed it with mink oil regularly, and it was soft and smooth. She gazed at herself directly in the mirror as she ceremoniously fastened the collar around her neck.

Karen paused and took a few controlled deep breaths. Had she forgotten anything? She grabbed her purse, keys, a light jacket and a Hershey's chocolate bar to calm her nerves and headed out.

No turning back

All was quiet and still at Mistress's door. A black cat had crossed Karen's path as she crossed the street. She hoped that was not a bad sign. At least the cat seemed very chill. Karen unbuttoned her blouse, and immediately felt the cool air on her breasts. Karen rang, and the response was footsteps, lock turning, and "Come in my dear, I am so pleased to see you. Oh my, you have outdone yourself darling. You are simply eye candy." Karen could sense Mistress's female gaze evaluating, calculating her breasts.

Mistress had a very pleasant private play space, and Karen knew the way. Karen took her typical seat in the entryway lounge around the coffee table. Mistress called out, "Lacy, our guest has arrived." From the hall to the back play space emerged a young woman, younger than Karen, but not much younger. She was wearing a spa robe. Mistress herself was wearing a lacy cape, that reminded Karen of something from a Dracula film. Again, an interesting Omen.

"Lacy, meet darling Karen. Karen, you must kiss Lacy's hand." Lacy held out her hand, and Karen rose to hold it and kiss it, as if in a court of royalty. Lacy's hand was remarkably soft, even for a woman, and her nails were short, but nonetheless done in a French polish. Mistress motioned for them all to take a seat, and then presented a carafe of water and a glass to Karen. "First instruction darling, you must drink all of this. You must be hydrated." Karen began to drink, and Mistress continued with the pleasantries. "Lacy here is, I think best described as, my apprentice. Lacy, would you like to introduce yourself?"

"Thank you, Mistress. Well, there is not that much to say. I was an amateur player for a few years, and then met Mistress at a local munch, and I thought maybe I would like to try being a professional dom. Mistress has spoken very nicely about you, and I have to say you look wonderful tonight."

Mistress interrupted, "Keep drinking darling, all of it. Well, Lacy and I have discussed everything, and like a good student, she even made some of her own suggestions! We are going to go back to the playroom now. You know the way. Join us when you are ready." And with that they stood up and headed down the hall.

Karen hurried to finish all the water, and she popped the last piece of the chocolate bar into her mouth. She left her purse at the coffee table, headed to the bathroom, undressed, and used the toilet. She removed her earrings, covered herself in a black silk robe, turned off the light switch, and stepped out.

Already, the hall was dark without the bathroom light. There was only black light illumination of neon stars and planets. The apartment was not actually that large, but the entrance to the playroom was at the back of the apartment, at the end of the hall, and the twenty or so steps felt like a journey through a time-space continuum.

There was no door, just a heavy black curtain. Karen stepped into a space lit with ten, maybe 20 candles. "No disco lights today," said Mistress with a little grin. The music was different too, something like a medieval monastery chant. Lacy was wearing a pink thong and bikini top, with matching leather harness and cascading silver chains over her chest and hips. Karen was disappointed that she wasn't showing more skin.

Mistress still had her cape on, and Karen switched into project leader mode, "Will you be undressing, Mistress?"

Mistress became indignant, "There will be no topping from the bottom here, Ms. Karen." That was always Mistress's correction voice, when she referred to "Ms. Karen."

"Let us review. We continue with our standard agreement, but we have agreed to cross one limit for you and one limit for me. Is that correct?"

"Yes," replied Karen.

Mistress continued, "And what is our safe word?"

Karen replied, "Jigglybits!" and could barely keep a serious tone. She had never needed to use her safe word, and even though today might test that experience, it still seemed a humorous outlier.

"Excellent. Now, come here." Karen approached closer, and Mistress lifted a sheet from a tray, and there on the tray were an array of hypodermic needles, which all seemed nearly the same to Karen, except they had different colors. Karen's eyes scanned the tray and took in the image. She felt a little faint. "Are you at peace?" asked Mistress. Karen was nervous as hell, but this was Mistress's standard initiation statement.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Will you take a journey with me?" prompted Mistress.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Will you put your body in my care?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Repeat the oath to me, my darling!" prompted Mistress.

"I am at peace. I will take a journey with you. I will put my body in your care."

And with that last breath, Mistress struck a large gong, whose sound resonated over the classical chanting and symbolized the start of the play.

"Take the position," commanded Mistress, and Karen knew to kneel on a cushion in a corner of the room, with arms outstretched. Mistress picked up a flogger, approached Karen, and lightly brushed Karen's outstretched arms with the flogger. "Lacy," Mistress motioned for Lacy to join in, and Lacy walked behind Karen and lifted the robe from her body, exposing her nakedness. Lacy then returned with a long pole and fastened it to Karen's collar at the front. "Rise and follow," commanded Mistress.

Karen stood up and followed Lacy's tug to the center of the room. Lacy stopped, and held Karen fixed. Mistress stepped behind Karen, "Breath, deep breaths. You will count at each breath out."

Karen knew this exercise well. She sucked in through her nose, and breathed out, slowly, through her mouth, almost exhaling the words, "One," and then again, "Two," and in succession "Three," "Four," "Five," "Six," and on six "Thwack!" Mistress landed a blow across Karen's upper back. "Seven," again a blow, "Hwack!" and in succession, with blows, "Eight, Nine, Ten." Karen coughed.

"Switch!" called out Mistress, and Lacy unfastened the pole, repositioned behind Karen and refastened the pole to the back of the collar. "Count again!" commanded Mistress.

Karen began "One," and Mistress flogged Karen's stomach, "Two," and Mistress struck from the other side. "Three," and Mistress struck Karen's right thigh, "Four," and Mistress struck Karen's left thigh. Karen felt the warmth in her flesh and her body was noticeably flushed. "Five," and Mistress struck Karen's right breast, but this time there was an audible "Ow." "Six," and Mistress struck the left breast, with an "Ahh" response and a noticeable twinge of the body. "Seven," and Mistress struck in a sweeping motion from right breast to left hip. Karen started grimacing and pulling back. "Eight," and again the opposite angle. "Nine," and Mistress struck a blow downward from the navel towards the pussy. Karen pulled back but Lacy held her firm. Karen gritted her teeth and breathed one last time, "Ten," and Mistress struck the same blow again.

Mistress set the flogger aside, and stepped close, face to face with Karen. She placed her left hand on Karen's throat, but without squeezing, and felt the blood pumping in her veins. Mistress leaned in closer, placed her right hand on Karen's left breast, and spoke softly in her ear, "Are you at peace?"

Karen needed no further command, and responded, "I am at peace. I will take a journey with you. I will put my body in your care." As Karen spoke, Mistress ran her fingernails down Karen's front, down to her mons, paused briefly, and then up again to her left breast. She dropped her hand from Karen's throat, and then grasped each breast in one hand and squeezed, hard. Karen's jaw clenched. Then she spoke softly again in Karen's ear, and commanded, "Count with me." And then slowly, together, they counted, and with each count, Mistress massaged Karen's areola in a circle. Karen's mouth fell slack, and she breathed through her mouth under the sensation. At the count of ten, Mistress pinched both nipples simultaneously and pulled, hard. "Ow," whimpered Karen at the interruption of her pleasure.

"Kneel," commanded Mistress, and Karen knelt, still under the control of Lacy. "Look down," and Karen gazed down at the floor. Mistress slipped off her cape, faced Karen directly, and commanded, "Look at me." Karen looked up and gazed at Mistress in deep concentration. She saw the defined muscle tone on Mistress's arms. Karen was well acquainted with that, both visually and at the end of a whip. But Karen licked her lips at the sight of Mistress's well sculpted breasts. Karen used the moment to soak it all in. Down, down her eyes followed the floral tattoo to Mistress's navel but was surprised to see that it in fact ended there. And Mistress was not clean shaven, but instead had a rather thin Playboy 80's landing strip, dyed a rich dark blue. On Mistress's right side of this strip was a lightning bolt tattoo, in bright yellow, but the left side was blank, as if reserved to memorialize some future event.

"You have unlocked a limit, darling," spoke Mistress, simultaneously teasing and congratulating. Mistress moved closer and placed her pussy directly at Karen's nose. Karen soaked in the smell of sex, the salty, oily humidity. Karen stretched her tongue toward Mistress's clit, but perhaps Mistress had foreseen this possibility, and Lacy pulled back firmly on the collar pole. "One limit at a time, Ms. Karen," asserted Mistress, "There is still a limit remaining for me to unlock."

The ceremony

"Rise. Lacy, please help our darling into her favorite chair." It was indeed a chair that Karen had enjoyed many times before, and perhaps this was part of Mistress's plan to soften what was to come. It was an adjustable bondage gyno chair, and Mistress had taken Karen on many explorations in that chair. Karen just hoped that this experience was not going to damage her relationship with her favorite chair.

Lacy removed the collar pole, took Karen's hand, and led her the few steps to the chair. Karen did not really need any help. It was more symbolic and comforting to feel Lacy's hands grasp each part of Karen's body and guide it into position on the chair. The chair was in a fairly standard configuration. Mistress had added a cushion on the seat, and long sessions on the chair were quite comfortable. Lacy bound Karen's arms to the padded armrests, and her legs to the stirrups, snug but not too tight. All Karen needed now was a remote control and some Netflix.

But then Mistress added something else. Lacy bound Karen's collar to the chair. She was truly immobile, comfortable, but absolutely helpless. Karen pulled a little at her restraints and her heart raced.

Mistress admired her subject, and Karen rested her eyes on Mistress's delicious, erotic naked form, which provided some distraction from her predicament. Who knew when she might have this chance again? "Nearly ready. One more decision, blindfold on, or blindfold off?" asked Mistress. This was a difficult decision. Maybe it would be best not to see the needles? And then Lacy caught Karen's eye. Lacy's eyes were dark and smoky, and her gaze locked onto Karen, and Karen realized she had been ignoring Lacy this whole time. Karen held the gaze, and opened her eyes wider, and Lacy reached out and touched Karen's shoulder and ran her fingertips down Karen's arm, ending hand in hand. Lacy held fast in her gaze on Karen, but Karen's eyes wandered to Lacy's lips, which pouted under a metallic lipstick that matched her top and thong.

"No blindfold," stated Karen with a deep breath. Lacy said nothing, but her gaze grew hungry with curiosity and anticipation, and Karen could not look away. Mistress approached and placed her hand on Karen's chest, and this was new, restated the oath, "You will be at peace. We will take a journey with you. We will care for your body." Karen shifted her gaze to Mistress, and her mind floated, as she felt the same intense, hungry gaze from Mistress locked on her.

"It begins," and Mistress looked to Lacy. Lacy took a position at Karen's head and began to massage her shoulders. Mistress massaged Karen's legs first, and then moved up to her torso. And then simultaneously, Mistress and Lacy shifted to a more sensuous massage. Lacy focused on Karen's breasts, and Mistress gave attention to Karen's thighs and mons. Karen's fear tension shifted to an erotic tension. Mistress massaged closer and closer to Karen's pussy, running her fingers in the folds between her legs and crotch. Karen moved her hips, hoping for more. Mistress locked eyes on Karen, licked her lips, and stroked Karen's labia. Karen's mouth hung open, seeking air, and seeking more, but her clit felt only the air. Mistress massaged circles around Karen's labia and mons. Karen thrusted her hips and longed for more, and then Mistress pulled back.

Karen awoke from her tantric dream and watched Mistress hold out her hands, as Lacy poured what smelled like a hospital on Mistress's hands. Mistress then began to massage the liquid into Karen's thighs, chest, and finally her pussy. Karen shivered from the sudden cooling of her skin.

Lacy came around and crouched between Karen's legs. She locked eyes on Karen, and then blew warm air on Karen's pussy. Karen looked down on Lacy's deep, dark eyes, and her long eyelashes, and this time her lust was not in vain, as Lacy placed a single finger over Karen's clit. Like a feather in the wind, Lacy teased, but did not stroke. Karen twerked her hips, but in vain.

Meanwhile, Mistress had pulled the tool tray closer and put on a pair of surgical gloves. When Mistress was ready, she clapped her hands, and Lacy pulled back. Karen sighed with longing for more. Mistress looked at Lacy, and Lacy picked up a remote and changed the music. A driving metal instrumental began.

Mistress picked up a needle and looked directly at Karen with fire in her eyes. "Look at me, darling," and without further warning, Mistress pinched the skin on Karen's left thigh and pushed the needle through.

"Ow," cried Karen meekly.

"Breath, darling," Mistress reassured. "Keep breathing, in and out," directed Mistress, and Mistress counted with the breaths, "One, two, three..." and with the count of three, Mistress pinched the right thigh and inserted another needle.

"Mmf," reacted Karen.

"Excellent, darling," comforted Mistress, as she lightly stroked Karen's inner thigh.

Lacy reached over and began to tease Karen's clit again. Mistress selected a needle, but then held it up as though it were a talisman, directly in Karen's view. It was a different color, and Karen thought, perhaps larger?