Well, here it is.
Part 8, finally we are at the conclusion.
Obviously, if you haven't read the first seven parts you should go do that before you read this.
As always, all characters are over eighteen.
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- Aly -
I'd never been so scared in my life. Ok, well that's not true, but this was different, a climbing the rollercoaster sort of scared/excited feeling. But I was scared. What if it was awful? What if it hurt too much? I wasn't kidding when I said I was a pain wimp. But in that place I went when I was being dominated everything felt so different.
I'd talked it over with Trinity at the toy store, and we looked at a bunch of different options before settling on the cat o' nine tails that I ended up getting. The tresses really were incredibly soft, and even there in the store when Trinity tried it out on my arm it barely hurt at all. But still...
My nervousness was also making it a lot more difficult for me to relax into subspace than it usually was, but My Lady allowing me to service her helped a lot. There was nowhere I felt more comfortable than pleasuring Taylor, and I let myself enjoy her incredible flavor, the movement of her powerful body under my mouth. After some time, she pulled me up into her lap, slowly stripping off the outfit I'd worn for her and whispering in my ear how beautiful I was.
She didn't touch my new collar, though. I think I would have burst into tears if she'd tried to take it off. She slipped the blindfold over my eyes and the ball gag into my mouth, and I felt my spirit surrender to her.
In minutes I was on my back fully restrained, my hips lifted clear of the mattress. I was completely exposed as her mouth moved slowly over my sensitive inner thigh until she found my clit.
My Lady took me almost past my limit, and I was hanging on to my control by my fingernails when she stopped. I felt the tips of the flogger on my skin, and my overstimulated body began to shake. It wasn't the first time she'd touched me with it, but some part of me knew this was different, and she was going to use it now. The fear was still there, but it seemed far away. The bonds had let me sink deep under, where I existed only to give My Lady pleasure.
The nerves in my body were almost reaching out, desperate for this new experience. The tassels glided along my skin, over my thighs and butt, teasing my sex as it passed. Then it pulled away. Some thing swished in the air, and the soft leather slapped over my sex.
It hurt, but there was no pain. Or maybe there was pain, but it didn't hurt. I'm not sure. What I am sure of is that it was the most intense, exquisite, beautiful feeling, and I wanted more. After it landed she pulled the soft material across my sex, which was incredible, before pulling it away and doing it again. Taylor was being very gentle, but I didn't want gentle. I wanted more, and I wanted to come so badly I was seeing stars.
"Do you like this, baby?" I whined into the ball in my mouth. I wanted to beg for more, for harder, but even if I hadn't been gagged there's no way I could have spoken.
"How about up here?"
My Lady moved her attention up my leg, slap, slap slap, each landing a little higher. My entire body was humming, and it felt amazing, but I needed it back on my clit. I moaned pathetically, and she moved back done. The soft tassels landed on my sex again and I bucked. "Oh, that's where you like it. Do you think you could come just from this?"
I could feel the tears flowing beneath my blindfold.
"Let's see. Come for me, baby." Every muscle in my body contracted in anticipation of release as the flogger landed two or three more times before I exploded in ecstasy. I pulled against my restraints with every overwhelming pulse, my core jerking and spasming with the deepest pleasure. When my body finally relaxed I was gone, fully given over to that special place, my whole body tingling as the leather landed again and again.
Every strike was bliss. My Lady moved up and down my legs, over my butt, but always she would come back to my exposed sex, and after a few seconds I would come again. I have no idea how long it lasted, but at some point the strikes were replaced My Lady's gentle lips. After a lovely, soothing session of kisses, she loosened the ankle restraints, so my hips were resting on the mattress again.
I simply floated along, luxuriating in the ecstasy that surrounded me. I heard her fiddling in the bed stand, and then her heat was above me, her mouth closing over my breasts, one at a time, placing a clip on each when finished. A third closed over my super sensitive clit, making me moan.
Every part of me she had been striking was humming, and as I felt the length of the strap on against my hip I braced. What was this going to feel like? My pussy was so sensitive right now. Could I take it? Then My Lady was on me, and she filled me with one smooth motion, and the bliss carried me away again.
This was my universe. I would come, and then relax back into that perfect euphoria of subspace, where I would exist until the tempest of my orgasm swept me away again. Over and over, perfect beyond words.
Eventually it stopped, and as she pulled out I felt loss, the first negative feeling I'd had since we started. She finished as she always did, stripping off the clips and giving one last screaming moment of joy before letting me loose from the restraints. As they came off I felt reality start to return, and I just wanted it to go away. I wanted to go back to that place, but at the same time I felt wonderful, and I was blissfully happy.
I'm not going to cry this time. There's no reason to cry, and I don't want to upset Taylor. I love her so much, and she's so good to me. She makes me so happy. And with that I lost it, sobbing as My Lady pulled me into her arms, rocking me gently against her strong body until I fell asleep
***
It was after midnight when I woke up. Taylor was still holding me, but unfortunately I had to disentangle myself from her warmth to use the bathroom. I was also desperately thirsty, and sure enough there was a sports drink on my bed stand. When I was finished with both the drink and the potty I climbed back between the sheets. I was surprised how sore I didn't feel, but then I had a vague recollection of Taylor putting lotion on my half conscious body.
I pressed against her, pulling her arms around me.
"You okay, baby?"
"Yeah, just had to pee."
"You get your drink?"
"Yes, thank you. I love you."
"Love you, too, baby. Come here." She pulled me close. "How was it? With the, um..."
I smiled at the concern in her voice. "It was perfect, and I loved every second. Thank you."
Her relief was obvious. "You're very welcome. Happy birthday, baby."
I smiled and snuggled closer to her, relaxing back towards sleep.
***
We spent Christmas Eve Day relaxing together, with me wrapping some presents for my parents and sister. I'd just gotten them a few trinkets from one of the campus stores, since this would be my last year in school. Hopefully next year I'd have my own money and I'd be able to do better. We headed to my parent's house for dinner, and we took a ride out to one of the local light shows in the evening.
Christmas morning dawned, we gathered as a family around the tree. It wasn't quite the same as it had been when we were kids, a lot of the nervous energy had slipped away as we got older. But it was home, and Taylor was there.
It turned out to be the year of the computer, as Kelsey got a new, fully loaded laptop that would see her through college at least, and my parents had a surprise for me as well, with my own new computer all tricked out for drafting, along with a professional, but still somehow stylish, briefcase. I also got two business suits, which my dad says were for interviews and things. He was probably right that I needed some more professional clothes.
They gave Taylor a gift card to an online art shop. But they weren't done. After all the presents opened and stockings emptied, my dad cleared his throat.
"So, we waited until last for this one." He looked at my girlfriend. "Taylor, we've very much enjoyed getting to know you this last month or so, and we want you to know how much we welcome you. But this isn't about that. You performed a service for this family, a miracle, that can't ever be repaid.
"From talking to you, and from things Aly's said, I know you're self conscious about not finishing school. So, we would like to help you change that. We will pay for your senior year if you'd like to return and graduate."
Taylor's mouth was hanging open. I'd had no idea they were planning this, and the part of me that remembered the fight about the rent payment started to panic.
My mom must have seen my face and jumped in. "Just letting you know, Aly had nothing to do with this. And, this has nothing to do with your relationship or any expectations about it. If you break up or get married or anything in between, this offer stands. This is about what you did for Kelsey, and for all of us."
"Um, thank you. I, uh ..."
Dad raised his hand. "You don't have to answer now. The offer is there for as long as you need."
