Hello and welcome to my readers. Thanks for the votes, feedback and comments on my previous submittals. I hope you all have a Happy Valentine's Day.
In this story, Naomi and Janie explore the boundaries between pain and pleasure, testing the strength of their love. Enjoy.
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"I'm home Janie. How was your day?"
Naomi Patterson closed the front door and walked into the living room. "Hello, I'm home," she called again. Still no answer.
Janie said she would try to leave work early. I'm sure she'll be home soon.
They had planned on a quiet evening at home celebrating Valentines Day, the day they met.
Naomi put her canvas shopping bag on the coffee table, sat on the couch and pulled off her running shoes. She stretched and leaned back against the cushions, recalling that day in the coffee shop when Janie had come into her life. The small shop was always crowded, but they made the best coffee and pastries for blocks around, so Naomi was used to waiting.
Finally seated, she looked up from the menu when a warm contralto voice asked if she would share her table. Naomi gazed into the hazel eyes of a blonde-haired full figured woman with a dazzling smile. She was easily a head taller than Naomi, as curvy as Naomi was slim, her tailored business suit in sharp contrast to Naomi's sweatshirt and jeans.
She introduced herself as Janie Borman, shaking Naomi's hand as the server came scurrying over to take their orders. Soon they were sipping their coffees, nibbling on their pastries and chatting like old friends. Janie was an account executive with Decker, Black and Associates, a prestigious advertising firm. Naomi was a video game software designer that worked from her home. They clicked their coffee cups together and wished each other a Happy Valentine's Day.
Janie's hazel eyes locked on Naomi's green as they talked, their legs making contact under the table. Naomi held Janie's hand, asking if she could come for dinner on Friday night. Janie accepted. They exchanged phone numbers and Janie was off to work, her goodbye kiss burning on Naomi's lips.
After three years, Naomi remembered vividly their first lovemaking and the exquisite orgasms they shared. They never left Naomi's apartment that weekend. They pleasured each other for hours, then cuddled and slept until their passions rose once more. They parted reluctantly on Monday morning, already missing each other.
A month later Janie moved into Naomi's apartment and they began a life together.
Three wonderful years,
Naomi thought happily, taking a heart-shaped box of butter cream chocolates from her shopping bag. They were Janie's favorite. Naomi had also bought Janie a pendant with three diamonds, one for each year of their relationship. She took the blue velvet box from her bag, wondering where Janie was, when she saw the flower on the floor.
It was a red rose with a white ribbon tied around the stem, moisture still glittering on the petals. Naomi was intrigued and went to pick it up. Then she saw another one several feet away, and another and another, leading her down the hall. Curious, she followed the trail of flowers, picking up ten of them until she was in their bedroom.
Naomi squealed in surprise as she saw the room hung with red ribbons. Red sheets were on the bed and two white roses lay on red pillows. Red cloths draped over the bedside lamps bathed the room in a pink glow. She squealed a second time as a red blindfold covered her eyes "Janie, what are you…" she began.
"Shhhhh, don't make a sound," Janie said, embracing Naomi from behind and nuzzling her silky brunette hair. "This is our night, a special night, and one you'll never forget. Do you trust me, my love?"
Naomi nodded, shivering as Janie's hot breath swirled in her ear. Janie's hands were on her shoulders, moving her forward until her knees bumped the mattress. She unbuttoned Naomi's jeans, tugging them down her legs and off, her panties followed, then her sweatshirt and bra. Naomi's breath quickened as Janie's hands moved over her body, stroking between her legs and cupping her small, firm breasts.
"Turn around and hold out your arms," Janie said. Naomi did. Soft fur covered her wrists and she heard two clicks. A thrill of fear ran through her. Soft hands stroked Naomi's legs. She flinched as fur enclosed her ankles with dull clicks.
"Still trust me?" Janie asked. Naomi nodded, her mouth was dry and her heart was racing. She and Janie had talked about adding spice to their sex life, now it was happening. Janie eased Naomi on the bed, positioning her on her back in the middle of the mattress. Naomi shivered as Janie tied her arms to the headboard and her legs to the footboard. She tugged on her restraints. She could barely move. Then Janie sat on the mattress next to her, their bare hips touching.
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Janie's excitement rose as Naomi lay helpless on their bed. Doubt suddenly assailed her, could she go through with it? She had planned this surprise so carefully, Naomi didn't suspect a thing. Still, the thought of causing her partner pain…
No, I'm going to do this. We've wondered what it would be like to be at our partners mercy…to put our love and trust to the test. I have to try... I love you so much, baby…
"Here are the rules," Janie barked in the harshest voice she could muster. "You will address me as Mistress and I will call you slut. You will obey me without question. You will not speak unless I say you can. If you disobey, I will punish you. Finally, you will not cum unless I give you permission. Do you understand?"
Naomi nodded.
