Chapter 4
On Sunday, late afternoon, the two lovers left for the bus returning downtown from Tabitha's apartment. They had spent the whole weekend in the apartment, always nude except for when delivery boys brought Chinese food or pizzas. It had been amazing for both of them.
Alison and Tabitha walked hand in hand in the lengthening shadows along the sidewalk back to Bradley's studio. They were so together now, having been in physical contact constantly for the past 48 hours, they couldn't bear not touching, even if it was just holding hands. The two glowing blondes attracted appreciative looks from passers-by, both for their beauty as well as their obvious happiness.
They were almost sheepish walking in when they arrived at the studio, since they knew that Bradley and Maria wouldn't have seen or heard from the two since the moment they walked out the door on Friday afternoon.
They made their way back to the studio to find Maria and Bradley at work. Bradley had his next performance art project well under way, and this time Maria would be the focus. The project entailed making dozens of replicas of Maria's body in deep bas relief. Bradley had helped Maria lay face down on a wide trough that Bradley had constructed for the purpose of making a mold of Maria's body from her shoulders to the tops of her thighs. As such, the trough was filled with a viscous plastic that would conform to Maria's lowered body and eventually gel into a negative imprint of her curvy body.
Acrylic would be poured into the mold to produce a faithful reproduction of her large, firm round breasts, her flat stomach, closely shaved pussy and hips. In this manner, Bradley would make dozens of acrylic replicas of Maria's body. Later, when the four of them looked at the finished product, they agreed that it did a remarkably good job representing Maria's magnificent body.
After Maria was extracted from the mold and had showered, the four of them sat down early that evening to eat dinner together by candlelight. Fish, roasted vegetables, fresh Italian bread and wine, among laughter and very open stories about their respective weekends. The four of them toasted their escapades and agreed that they should trade partners each weekend.
Tabitha had a moment of concern...her connection with Alison was very strong, and she didn't want to let go just yet. She saw, though, the confidence and acceptance in Alison's eyes and decided that she would have to trust that separating from Alison would be okay. She felt confident that their connection would be intact when they were together again. Just like most things in life, separation can make the reconnection all the more appreciated.
The following Friday afternoon, the four of them met to decide on who would be paired up for the coming weekend. Maria and Bradley both wanted Tabitha next, and had to resort to "Rocks, Paper, Scissors" to decide, complete with the requisite "Hey, two out of three!" from the loser.
Tabitha was highly flattered that she was the subject of competition! Bradley ultimately won, and he literally did a fist pump, taunting Maria. Alison pretended to be hurt because of seemingly being considered such a lesser consolation prize, but they all knew it was in good fun. Besides, Alison hoped that she'd be with Maria this weekend.
The days and nights with Tabitha were a sexual delight, but it had been intense on an emotional level. It wasn't that Alison or Tabitha fell in love in the normal sense...they didn't want to run off and test same-sex marriage laws, but they both laid themselves totally bare to each other and there was a vulnerability that came with it. With Maria, she could dive into all the really kinky stuff and release anything else in her head except for lust, pleasure, and in the case of many of her times alone with Maria, pain.
Alison had grown to love being submissive to Maria, despite the fact that her day-to-day personality was a more what you'd expect from a Type-A, take-charge kind of girl. She liked, though, being ordered around and made to please. She had read that it's common among successful men to go to dominatrixes to be whipped and humiliated...being made to wear panties and that kind of stuff. There's a burden from being in charge day in and day out, and Alison, like those men, wanted to be passive to a dominating woman, especially when she knew that delightful and intense sensations were sure to follow. Besides, Maria always looked scorching hot when dressed in a corset, leather panties and waist high, high-heeled boots.
Maria did not disappoint.
Starting Friday afternoon while Tabitha and Bradley went out shopping for supplies for their own weekend, Maria went upstairs for a long shower, leaving Alison written instructions. She ordered Alison to remain nude the entire weekend, except for leather wrist and ankle bracelets, a studded collar and a wide leather belt. Each of these were affixed with sturdy metal rings that she knew would be used to restrain her for punishments throughout the weekend.
She adorned her body with these items and read the rest of the instructions, which were that she would call Maria "Madam"; would follow all instructions without fail; and not to give herself pleasure unless instructed to do so by Madam. She hated that part, because Maria was stingy in allowing Alison orgasms, even though the longer she had to wait, the more mind blowing the eventual orgasm was. Lastly, she ordered Alison to decide on her first punishment of the evening.
Though it sounds strange to anyone that hasn't experienced BDSM, Alison enjoyed the pain. She obviously didn't want to be truly hurt, but there was an intensity to submitting to the whip...anticipating the sharp sting, the throbbing after a cane landed in a sensitive area.
Orgasms, if you really thought about them, are similar to pain. You groan or shriek or scream or even tear up during orgasm, so it probably emanates from a similar part of the brain. Also, the physical vulnerability and dirtiness of being a submissive was highly erotic for Alison. When she submitted to Maria, she would literally do anything for her, because there was a high level of trust.
Maria, for her part, enjoyed the role of a domina. She had always been more of a watcher and got turned on seeing others having sex. She laughingly always thought she'd make a great porn critic. Getting to sit there all day watching hot bodies having sex? That would be great, especially, unsurprisingly, the come shots. That's probably where she got her addiction to come...she loved the really dirty gang bang videos where the girls were surrounded at the end and took shot after shot of come into her mouth. Not for everyone, but everyone has their secret pleasures.
She dressed the part as described....leather panties, long black gloves, a corset and bustier that lifted her full tits to greatest effect, stiletto boots that came up to just under her ass. She also put on heavy eyeliner and deep red lipstick. To complete the costume, she carried a riding crop in her hand. Satisfied by her appearance in the full-length mirror in Bradley's bedroom, she turned to descend the stairs to where Alison was waiting with her eyes cast downward and kneeling in front of the couch.
Dispensing with pleasantries, Maria barked, "What punishment have you selected?" Alison, not looking up, said "Madam, would you please use a switch on my naked ass?"
"How many?"
