I tried to capture the emotional connection between dominant and submissive in this story. It might start a little slow, but I hope the second half makes up for the slow start. I would welcome comments from both dominants and submissives on the interaction of mistress and submissive in this story...
Susan felt as if her heart would beat right out of her chest as she knelt between her mistress' legs. Her mistress casually sat working on her laptop completely ignoring her slave girl. It had been almost one week since Susan was last permitted to orgasm. Since then, Ms. Stanton required her slave girl to bring herself to the very edge of release three times a day. Under no circumstance was Susan permitted to orgasm. It was Saturday morning, and Susan hoped that her mistress would grant her at least one orgasm soon.
Susan recited over and over in her mind the rules her mistress set for her...her submissive buzz deepening with each word. Her favorite..."Rule 3 – my pleasure is a gift from my mistress. I am not to touch my pussy or orgasm without her express permission"...Susan kept saying these words over and over. Susan needed to say those words...her submissive buzz deepening with each word. She needed to feel completely owned by her mistress.
Ms. Stanton loved pushing Susan to her limits and watching her struggle with her desires. Submission was easy if it was what a submissive really wanted. Submission was difficult if there were hard choices. Ms. Stanton kept Susan on the very edge of her release always giving her the choice of pleasing her mistress or receiving permission to orgasm without punishment or reprimand. Susan could not have both. Ms. Stanton loved watching Susan struggle with that choice.
It was a game they both played with each other. Susan refused to give in to her own pleasure over the pleasure of her mistress. Ms. Stanton knew Susan would not give in, and loved that about her slave girl. Susan's devotion thrilled her for reasons she could not completely explain. She longed to finally hear Susan beg for her orgasm. It was then that Ms. Stanton knew Susan would began to accept her own sexuality.
Ms. Stanton loved watching her slave girl struggle to hold back her orgasm when she was on the very edge of her release. She loved watching her slave girl struggle to remain in position as she used the whip or crop on her. Susan was expected to remain in her assigned position without restraints no matter what her mistress did. She was expected to have complete self control at all times.
Ms. Stanton loved taking her slave girl to the very edge of her orgasm only to deny her permission to cum at the last instant. She loved the cute little face her slave girl made when she struggled to hold back her release. She loved hearing Susan whimper when her orgasm was denied. Susan would whimper, but she refused to beg for her orgasm. She was too reserved to fully accept her own sexuality. Susan detached her submission from her sexuality. It was that detachment that Ms. Stanton longed to break.
Ms. Stanton started Susan's training in self control by taking her to within the count of ten of her orgasm. When Susan reached that point, she was to ask permission to cum. If permission was granted and she failed to orgasm by the end of the count, she would be denied another chance for an orgasm for three days. Ms. Stanton, of course, could also take Susan to the very edge of her release, and then deny her permission to orgasm. Susan never knew if permission would be granted. Not knowing made her feel exquisitely submissive. There was nothing more personal than turning over your own sexual pleasure to another.
Eventually, Ms. Stanton had trained Susan to request permission to orgasm only when she was within the count of three of her release. It was even more difficult to be taken so close and then be denied her orgasm. Ms. Stanton constantly increased the time between orgasms forcing Susan to earn each and every orgasm. This kept Susan in a deliciously submissive mood.
Susan felt her moisture on the insides of her widely parted thighs. Her face rested against her mistress' soft inner thigh. Her lips nearly touching her mistress' well trimmed sex under her mistress' short tight skirt. Susan wanted to reach out with her tongue, and taste her mistress's sweet nectar. However, she knew that would definitely earn her a few stripes with the crop, which would have been worth it. It was the thought of her mistress' disappointment that kept her in line.
Susan desperately wanted to please her mistress in every way. Being kept on the very edge of release always intensified her desire to sexually please her mistress, but that was not the extent of her submission. She did not submit because she did not want any responsibility or to have someone take care of her. Submission simply thrilled Susan. It thrilled her for as long as she could remember. She was drawn to pleasing others her entire life, but it was submission that made her feel truly alive. It was submission that caused the butterflies in her lower stomach to flutter.
Susan loved serving her mistress in every way. She always arrived at the office early to get her mistress, who was also her employer, coffee and warm bagel. She always stayed late to make sure there was nothing more she could do. She loved cleaning her mistress' office and apartment. She wanted everything to be perfect for her mistress. No detail was too small.
Ms. Stanton tried to remain focused on her work. She could feel Susan's hot breath on her already wet sex, and she wondered if Susan could see the wetness forming between her legs. Ms. Stanton was a partner at a prestigious law firm, and needed to complete some legal documents before Monday morning. She knew she would get little work done this morning, but she wanted to show Susan that she had enough self control to focus on her work while Susan knelt between her legs ready to pleasure her mistress.
This was another game they played with each other. Ms. Stanton tested her slave girl by making her kneel beside her waiting patiently for her next command. This was as much of an exercise in self control for Ms. Stanton as it was Susan. Ms. Stanton wanted to show Susan that she had as much self control as her slave girl. She sometimes worried that she did not have as much self control as Susan. They both knew that each struggled with her desires. That is what made their little game so exciting. Neither knew how long the other could hold out.
The thought of Susan kneeling obediently and patiently and ready to serve excited Ms. Stanton beyond words. She could feel Susan's soft brown hair softly caressing the insides of her thighs. She would fight her desire to touch her slave girl as she worked. Susan's hot lips were so close to her sex that she could feel her hot breath on her bare sex It would just take a word for her to feel that delicious tongue on her throbbing clit.
Susan was never allowed to touch her mistress until she had demonstrated that she was worthy of the privilege. She could earn that privilege only through self control and absolutely obedient to her mistress' every command.
