Ingrid's Dar Secret Passion

As the women arrived at Ingrid's flat, Mistress Denna had to park her vehicle on the street in front of the building. Luckily as it was after 02:00 AM, there was no one on the street. They picked up their clothes, and entered the flat, completely naked, but undetected. As soon as they entered the flat sexual noises were audible from Sabine's closed bedroom. They both tip toed into Ingrid's bedroom, although they subsequently wondered why they bothered, considering that Sabine was obviously not going to barge out of her bedroom.

Once in Ingrid's bedroom, they tossed aside their garment bags, and just gazed at each other. Despite the fact they had been naked in each other's company throughout their entire time that night at der Höllenfeuer Verein, their libido became thoroughly aroused just by inspecting each other's nude bodies. Ingrid was slightly taller than Mistress Denna's five foot nine inches frame. The Dominatrix was lanky, weighing about 145 lbs. Ingrid on the other hand was slightly overweight at 200 lbs. Nevertheless, there was no unsightly extra fat skin bulging out of her round figure. She just was simply voluptuous.

Mistress Denna's hair color was dyed fiery red, that was without a doubt eye catching. It suited the image of a self-assured Dominatrix that she wished to portray. Her hair was cut below her shoulder blades, and she took great care to maintain it in an attractive curly style which was most becoming to her. Ingrid's hair color was auburn, but for this evening's festivities she had spent some time on the day prior at an exclusive hair salon. The stylist there carefully produced alternating highlights of red and black streaks to blend in with her predominant auburn color. The effect was stunning! Both women were genuine beauties, and sexually physically attractive in their natural state. However, with their judicious application of make-up and the styling of their hair, they were super gorgeous. Especially so that night.

Mistress Denna had not yet in that evening engaged in any sexual activity, either of the Vanilla sex type, or BDSM role play style sex. It was not like she did not have the opportunity. During all the time she was sipping her vodka on ice, contemplating her attraction to Ingrid, she had been continuously importuned for sex. Normally she would have acquiesced to such requests, as after all that was the raison d'être of her being a member and attending the meetings. What was even more curious concerning her self-imposed abstention of sex for the evening, was the fact that she was not even confident of scoring with Ingrid.

Upon subsequent review, Mistress Denna realized that she should have been aware that Ingrid was not dead set against lesbian sex and could be susceptible to Sapphic seduction. Taking everything into account, there was no denying that Ingrid offered no resistance to the various women who had a piece of her during the bondage portion of the initiation ceremony. So, the real reason for her uncertainty in securing Ingrid's regard was the feeling of her own inadequacy when compared to the virtues of the young American musician.

During their encounter after the initiation ceremony, whereby Ingrid aggressively engaged with her sexually as opposed to not just rebuffing her hints of lesbian possibilities, Mistress Denna was thrilled beyond measure. During the drive to Ingrid's flat, she pinched herself to assure that she was not in the midst of an erotic fantasy dream. Now that she was ogling Ingrid's naked nubile body in her flat, Mistress Denna felt the full force of her sexual good fortune, and as a result remained frozen to the spot unable to make a sentient move.

It was Ingrid who became the sexual aggressor. She advanced to Mistress Denna, and while both remained standing facing each other, wrapped her arms around the Dominatrix. She per force, squeezed their bodies together producing an erotic tingling embrace, which was mutually felt, and figuratively set their blood on fire. Mistress Denna was now aware that Ingrid had taken control of their love making. Not only was she acquiescing, in complete opposition to what she was used to in sex, but she was rejoicing in the departure of her normal sexual experiences.

Ingrid's next erotic move was to apply her tongue, and lick on Mistress Denna's neck. That sensation of intimacy was mind blowing, out of this world in sexual ecstasy. Not only was Mistress Denna breathing heavily, and moaning subconsciously, but consciously she was reciprocating by rubbing intimately on Ingrid's sorely bruised buttocks. The next logical progression of Ingrid's oral administrations on the Dominatrix's body was to attack the ear. Instead of applying any aural stimulation, Ingrid whispered into Mistress Denna's ear, "I'm going to call you by your true name, Siggy even when you're beating me. I wish to have a real relationship not a fanciful role play relationship when we're not being genuine."

Mistress Denna sighed as she gasped a reply, "Oh sweet Ingrid, you can call me anything you wish, including 'Hey Bitch!' Especially 'Hey Bitch' as I guess I'm your bitch now."

Ingrid resisted the urge to giggle by that flippant riposte, as she had no wish to break her tender loving mood. Instead, she concentrated on realizing the acknowledged surrender Mistress Denna conveyed by her remark. Given that she had herself implied that she was willing to be a submissive to her, it was gratifying to know the feeling was reciprocal. So, in a heavy deep husky voice, Ingrid replied, "Oh my sweet bitch, Siggy, I think I'm your bitch too!"

As proof positive that the two women were on the same page in romantic feelings, Ingrid wordlessly broke off their embrace. She turned away and climbed on top of the bed to sit upright cross legged. Thereupon, Mistress Denna got on the bed to face Ingrid as she plumped her ass down on the American musician's lap. Mistress Denna bent her thighs as she enveloped Ingrid's upright body between her crooked legs. Ingrid held onto Mistress Denna's thighs, as the latter placed her hands on each side of Ingrid's neck.

In this position Mistress Denna was ever so slightly elevated towards Ingrid. Thus, she bent down to bestow a most sweet delicious kiss on the lips. This led to an exchange of passionate kissing, the intensity of which gradually amplified to a fervid sensation. The smoldering passion between them during their intense kissing embrace would have been visibly obvious had there been a witness to the scene. The grunts, moans, deep sighs and heavy breathing emanating in equal measure from both women were audible evidence to an imaginary witness reinforcing the image of a most torrid sensuous love making session.

Mistress Denna's swirling inner emotions were getting to her. She was actually experiencing an orgasm within minutes of the commencement of their erotic kissing. Subsequently she always marveled at the quick occurrence of that first orgasm, considering that all the two of them were doing was merely kissing, albeit passionately. She was later able to intellectually rationalize that her prior lascivious thoughts concerning Ingrid, plus the almost twenty minutes naked car ride to Ingrid's flat no doubt precipitated the early onslaught of that first climax. In any case, at the moment she let go of her gentle hold on Ingrid's neck and draped both of her arms over Ingrid's back. She sighed in reaction to the complete satisfaction of her initial orgasm.

As for Ingrid, she found herself in her own personal zone of total euphoria. From the heavy passionate kissing, she was feeling an overwhelming sensation of warmth, coursing throughout her body. She was enjoying unbridled sexual pleasure without reference to the gender of her partner.

As far as her sexual orientation was concerned, she was naturally gravitated towards heterosexuality. By the same token, like the current societal mores she recognized homosexuality as an acceptable alternative lifestyle. But she went a step further in that she was absolutely indifferent. If some people wanted to engage in same sex sexual intercourse, it was a no never mind to her. Likewise, if a majority of people wanted to be exclusively heterosexual that also was no concern of hers.

Ingrid supposed, she should label herself as bisexual, but she believed such characterization did not truly reflect her personal sexual outlook either. Actually, Ingrid believed, that Sabine's initial designation that she was possibly asexual was a more apt description of her sexual attitude. Her music was her true passion in life. Everything else was secondary. Even sex, and the desire to get married and to produce children.

Ingrid was not wooden though, as she certainly became interested in sex after she experienced her first menses. Thereafter, she masturbated as a matter of course. She had engaged in sex a few times in high school as well as in her first year at OSU, and a little more frequently in the past academic year at MDW. However, all those occasions were as forgettable as her shopping at say Walmart or having a burger at McDonalds. She did recall that she had a couple of lesbian encounters with Matilda Barty when they were both music students at OSU. But that was only memorable because it was a lesbian sexual act unlike her other heterosexual sexual intercourses.

In contrast, Alexander Talmann and Mistress Denna, brought out the sensual sexual side of Ingrid. As soon as she had first spotted him at the café outside the DC Towers building, she was smitten. She knew she had to have him. She realized she was willing to go to any lengths to achieve such desire, which of course was confirmed by her brazen flashing of her breasts in the public elevator of the DC Towers building. Despite the brutal BDSM disciplined punishment he had meted out on her at their tryst at the Palais Hansen Kempinski, Ingrid was for the first time in her life truly sexually satisfied as confirmed by the multiple orgasms she experienced.

The sexual intercourse that they had engaged in at der Höllenfeuer Verein, after the completion of the initiation ceremony that night, was truly enjoyable and orgasmic for her. She was disappointed that he had left her abruptly after their coitus, as she sure would have been delighted in participating in further action. Ingrid realized that she was not important in his life, nor was he particularly enamored of her, like she was with him. Still, she was not despondent in that given his circumstances in life it was not in the cards for them to engage in a passionate intense love affair. She was content to anticipate an occasional tryst during her ensuing last year in Vienna. At least the sex would be great, which in Ingrid's eyes would be satisfactory enough.

With Mistress Denna it was a different matter, and not just because she was a woman. When Ingrid initially set eyes on her during the application interview for membership in der Höllenfeuer Verein, she could sense electric vibes communicating to her that this was a truly spectacular woman. Now Ingrid was not instantly smitten sexually like she had been with Talmann. Still there was no denying that she was intrigued. During the beating endurance test, Ingrid could sense that there was something strange in Mistress Denna's behavior towards her.

During the initiation test beating, Ingrid was cognizant that Mistress Denna was using more force in her strokes, than she had utilized on the other candidates. However, she was also certain, that the motive for the extra brutality was not based on an animus towards her. This supposition was borne out at the end, when the Dominatrix had broken down in tears, mortified by her vicious actions. When she advised Ingrid that she would eschew the dénouement hair pulling humiliation scene that had become de rigueur for finishing the candidates' endurance test, Ingrid's heart melted in sympathy towards Mistress Denna's feeling of shame for her actions. It was a remarkable paradoxical situation, whereby the victim was consoling her torturer for the brutality of the applied torture.

When Mistress Denna approached Ingrid after her coitus with Talmann, their subsequent conversation strengthened Ingrid's regard for the awesome Dominatrix. Ingrid was overjoyed when Mistress Denna confessed to being a lesbian or at least bisexual, as she knew she wanted to know this remarkable woman Biblically. In her deliberations, Ingrid realized that the Bible did not approve of lesbian sex. Ergo knowing Mistress Denna Biblically should mean they would be just good friends. 'To hell with that', thought Ingrid, 'I want to fuck her in addition to being good friends.'

During their conversation at der Höllenfeuer Verein, Ingrid could detect that Mistress Denna was sending out signals that she would desire a mutual sexual experience. But Ingrid also recognized that the Dominatrix was reticent in not forcing the issue for presumably a fear of being rebuffed even indignantly. So, Ingrid took matters into her own hands and became the aggressor to initiate their lovemaking.

And now they were in her bed facing each other, and they were making love to each other. Maybe it just was vanilla sex love. Hell of course it was since all they were doing was kissing. Still Ingrid climaxed during their intense kissing, and in consequence she was leaking a copious amount of her female juices. But not only that, Mistress Denna was also experiencing an orgasm. There was no doubt about that, as the Dominatrix collapsed in Ingrid's arms, and began panting vociferously.

Ingrid took great satisfaction in having been sexual enough to induce Mistress Denna to climax as a result of their hot kissing clinch. Given their age disparity, Mistress Denna obviously had to have had much more sexual experience. Thus, Ingrid's pride swelled with the realization that she was able to overcome the presumed natural jaded outlook the Dominatrix was prone to have in foreplay of normal sexual activity. This was obvious confirmation that a serious chemistry between them was developing.

Even though both women had experienced full blown pleasurable orgasms, and Mistress Denna was holding on to Ingrid for dear life, neither one of them was inclined to rest and savor the delightful effects of an afterglow. Instead, Ingrid continued caressing the Dominatrix's thighs, and alternatively massaging her back. When Mistress Deanna ceased panting, they resumed a new round of passionate kissing. Their libidos had now reached a new plateau which compelled both of them to moan and groan.

After a while they stopped kissing and Mistress Denna let go of her hold on Ingrid's shoulders. She leaned backwards with the palms of her hands resting flat on the mattress to support her new angled position. This allowed Ingrid to concentrate on the Dominatrix's breasts. With her left hand she cupped Mistress Denna's right breast, and then squeezed causing the Dominatrix to squeak in response. Ingrid used her other hand to caress Mistress Denna's back. Ingrid then switched hands and breasts so that both tits were equally stimulated.

They resumed a third round of passionate kissing. They seemed never to tire of kissing. The sensations they derived from it was intoxicating. After a relatively brief interlude of very intense smooching, Mistress Denna backed her upper body away again. while still remaining in an embrace. This allowed Ingrid to focus orally on the Dominatrix's tits. Ingrid again initially attacked the right breast. Ingrid started licking ever so tentatively on the nipple producing an excruciatingly and deliciously throbbing sensation which was replacing any previous sentient thought in Denna's brain.

Up to this time not a word had been exchanged between them since they departed the parking lot of the Café Lola. They didn't exchange a word during the twenty minute drive to the flat as Mistress Denna was cognizant of the address. So, at this moment when Ingrid was merrily licking on her tits, Mistress Denna switched her position. With only her right hand on the bed supporting her upper body, she used her left hand to caress Ingrid's hair and rub on her scalp. She cooed, "Oh yes darling Ingrid. That's so good. That's so fucking good. You can bite them. I would like that too."

Upon command Ingrid did just that, and Mistress Denna shrieked. Before Ingrid could get alarmed, the Dominatrix gasped, "Oh yes! Yes! Yes! You did that just right. Now bite my other nipple."

This time when Ingrid bit the other nipple, not only did Mistress Denna shriek again, but this time she squirted! Whether it was urine of vaginal secretions, Ingrid could not discern. But the sharp stream hit her belly and gave out a warm tingling feeling that Ingrid found not unpleasant. No doubt Mistress Denna climaxed again. The perception that she was the source for her partner's ecstasy caused Ingrid in turn to climax as well. This time Ingrid hyperventilated as fiercely as Mistress Denna.

The two women clung together as they recovered their breath. Then Mistress Denna took the initiative for the next sequence of love making. She planted her feet to push herself from Ingrid's embrace. Now flat on her back, she lifted her legs straight up in the air, and brought them to her body. With her hands, she clasped together her thighs at just below the knees, causing her hips to protrude above the surface of the bed. The visual of her rosy red ass, sticking up in the air, plus the caning marks on her thighs was provocatively erotic.

Ingrid did not need a second invitation. She got in position at the Dominatrix's uplifted derrière and commenced licking her labia. Then as her partner was sighing, and breathing heavily, Ingrid was able to reach the clit and get some licks in. As she was merrily muff diving away, she noticed Denna's ass hole gape. So, after wetting a finger by quickly frigging Denna's vagina, she stuck the digit into the anus and twirling it around the rectal wall. Mistress Denna instantly gasped, and urged, "Oh yes baby, that's good. More please."

Realizing that Mistress Denna wished to be anally fisted, and also realizing some lubricant was necessary, Ingrid paused. She got off the bed to reach into a drawer of her bedside table and fetched a jar of Vaseline. She momentarily mused that this was the first time she had used the cream for sexual purposes. Back on bed, Ingrid spread the cream liberally on and in Mistress Denna's ass. She also lubricated the intended penetrating hand. While Ingrid was preparing for the fisting, Mistress Denna changed positions. She turned around and moved on all fours to the headboard. She bent down forming a forty-five degree angle of her body, resting the side of her head on a pillow and her ass sticking up in the air, but with her thighs spread wide apart.

Once satisfied with her preparations, Ingrid lined herself up perpendicular to Mistress Denna's ass. She kissed a buttock as well as swiped her tongue on the anus. Then forming a spear with her three middle fingers penetrated the rear opening. She then started working her fingers to make the opening gape some more. Soon she was able to manage wriggling in her thumb and little. With Ingrid's hand totally ensconced up to the wrist, Mistress Denna gasped a command, "Please stop for a moment darling Ingrid. Let me get used to the feel of your hand in me. Then when I say go, you can go to town as you Americans would say. Or presto as you would say."

Ingrid chuckled at Mistress Denna's referral of her BDSM safe words, and it also gave her the idea to use the formula whenever her partner was having her way with her. Anyway, once given the go signal, Ingrid started a tentative fist action with a languid pace. Mistress Denna barked, "Moderato! Moderato! You can do better my darling."

"OK Siggy. You asked for it."

With that, Ingrid began pumping Mistress Denna's ass vigorously. The latter offered no protest but instead was gutturally grunting at each thrust. Ingrid could see that her partner was perspiring rivulets of sweat betraying exquisite pain/pleasure sensations. In between the grunts, Mistress Denna bravely urged, "Amorosa", and Ingrid maintained a strenuous pace. Finally, Mistress Denna reached her orgasm, and screamed rather loudly. As she finished her scream, the Dominatrix turned a deep red in her face, totally mortified by her vocal indiscretion. She realized Ingrid's roommate was next door and presumably able to hear her outburst. She was panting so much that she was unable to articulate an apology which completed her misery.