Disclaimer: If you are offended by descriptions of lesbian sexual relations and/or are under 18 please go elsewhere. Thanks to Jen for encouraging me with this tale of my waking up to women and the pleasures of submission.
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I awoke while my Mistress-lover was still asleep. We were both completely nude and entwined. I gently kissed her neck and ran my hands along her lovely sides as in a dream. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to feel so light and free, and I couldn't imagine I'd ever have such capacity to be so sexually aroused so often! It wasn't even 7 AM and I already was moist with the thought of being ravished. I couldn't keep my lips and hands off Alex, so it was an effort to desist and allow her to sleep.
In my early morning haze I recalled the past two explosive nights, Alex's exquisite control over me, and the marvelous privilege she granted me after the fireworks display, the privilege of servicing her, of making her cum so thunderously, of licking and kissing and stroking as much as I could of her magnificent body, of thanking her in that way for the extraordinary mixture of pleasure-pain that made me feel more alive than ever.
I felt an immense gratitude to Alex and I wanted to show it in a manner that would make me somehow very special to her, not just a weekend fling. Maybe I was going crazy or maybe I was simply growing into a richer kind of living, a rejection of the shackles placed upon us all by small minds.
Alex began to stir and turned towards me with a drowsy smile.
"I hope I didn't wake you," I whispered.
"No, no," she replied, reaching for my eager lips. After she kissed me she said, "Well, I've gotta skip to the loo, my darling." She rose but I followed quickly and caught her hand.
"I want to do something for you Alex, er, Mistress," I stammered.
"Alex for now," she said tenderly as I gazed at her.
I dropped to my knees in front of her and very lightly kissed her pussy and then opened my mouth and tilted my head back. She seemed to hesitate for a moment before smiling with recognition. Then, cradling my head with her soft elegant hands she pulled me closer and loosed her warm golden stream into my willing throat. I drank her in a thrill of excitement. Two days ago the very thought of this would have made me vomit, but now it seemed so utterly natural and beautiful. She lifted me to my feet and kissed me long and deep.
I suppose I was in love, if love is powerful and overwhelming and full of the joy of pleasing and giving. Certainly I had never experienced anything like this before and I wondered how I could have wasted all those years on the boys and men who either made life more difficult or boring.
"You're something else," Alex murmured, as we snuggled again in bed.
I fingered my collar and took delight in its presence. "I love this," I said. "Actually," I continued with effort, "I think I love YOU."
Alex studied me closely, then smoothed my hair with her hand and replied, "I think you do my sweet, I think you do, my sweet beautiful cunt."
The way she said "cunt" sent shivers through me. Yes, I reveled in being her cunt, her bitch, her girl.
I threw myself at her wildly and we passionately kissed and embraced until Alex finally had to pry my arms away, gently admonishing me to conserve my energies.
"Save yourself for tonight, Sonya! I've planned something special for you," she added cryptically. "And today I have to stop by the museum for a few hours and run some errands. So let's have breakfast."
She donned a terrycloth robe and tossed me one and we pattered about nonchalantly in the kitchen. I had little appetite. I must have lost a few pounds too in the last two days, but I felt great, more taut and energetic and sexy than I could remember. I couldn't keep my eyes off Alex even as she went about the most mundane things.
She readied herself for her excursion and gave me the keys to the apartment.
"I should be back by 4. Just make yourself at home -- pamper yourself, take a jog, read, relax, listen to music, whatever."
I was content and kissed her before she left. And I took her advice. Alex and I had the same shoe size and I could comfortably use one of her several pairs of running shoes. I went for a nice jog in the park and stopped afterwards for coffee and a newspaper. I was keenly aware of the attentions of several women in the café and relished them, even maybe flirting a bit. Was it the collar, or was it something different about me generally? I took a long walk through town in a dreamlike state and got back to the flat in my running clothes by 3 PM. I didn't bother to shower but just enjoyed the sensations of physical exertion and sweat and eroticism and free time.
True to her word Alex returned before 4, all smiles and laden with bags. The museum work had gone well and she'd shopped for dinner and "other goodies" for the evening.
"I'm ready for a shower," she said, "wanna join me?"
I assented, naturally, and we soaped and rinsed and cleansed each other deliciously. Alex's shower was a spacious one, so she had room to kneel and shave my pussy clean for me, and I returned the favor. She inserted a soapy finger into my nether-hole and revisited it with a washcloth. Every small touch of hers was such an electric pleasure!
She toweled off quickly and as I was drying and brushing my hair she laid out my evening wear: a beautiful white open-cup bra with matching crotchless thong. They took my breath away. My small firm breasts and nipples were pushed up and forward by the bra cups, completely exposed. She'd picked them out at the same shop we visited yesterday. She also gave me a pair of her white strapped pumps.
