Disclaimer: If you are under 18 and/or offended by descriptions of lesbian sex, domination and submission, then please don't read. The action gets pretty intense. Otherwise feel free to comment via email: I enjoy hearing from readers, especially since this is my first time writing erotica. Thanks to Jen for encouraging me to get it all out there. And to Alex, wherever you are.
Part 5: Conclusion
My head was swimming. I had been completely taken, captivated, degraded, filled, toyed with not only by my Mistress but by a girl who wasn't even old enough to drink legally! I sorely wished Mia could have stayed the night. Her enticing parting words rang in my ears and I conjured the image of her on her knees and pleasuring my pussy as I had pleasured her just now. I walked the few steps to Alex's bedroom with trepidation because I thought she would be angry with me for falling over Mia; but I kind of relished the idea of getting her back, remembering how furious I became when I was bound and gagged watching her fuck and be fucked by that little gorgeous bitch. So we were even. I wasn't such a total pushover after all. Maybe there was a bit of a domme lurking inside me too.
But I was also simply exhausted. Three nights in a row of new experiences, unbearable tension and orgasmic release, three days of little appetite... It all caught up to me. I barely made it to the bathroom, and then crawled into bed. Alex was already asleep, or so I thought: she turned to me and commented, "So I guess you answered my question about Mia earlier tonight." I couldn't tell if she were smiling or not. I softly exhaled and kissed her shoulder and fell dead asleep.
It was past 11 when I awoke. For the first time in days I was aware of hunger. Alex was moving about in the other room and as I stretched and slowly made my way into consciousness I reflected with incredulity on my explosive simultaneous introduction to lesbianism and submission. Alex's feminine beauty rendered me helpless. I worshipped it and her, and strangely enough, now even myself. I've long believed that the feminine form is peerless in Nature, is Nature's most remarkable and beautiful handiwork, but I had inexplicably held myself back from true and total dedication to it. The unexpected invitation to give myself over to this knowledge in the person of Alex was heaven-sent.
I had found liberation in my captivity to her and redemption in prostrating myself at the altar of her beauty and elegance and art. Art -- she was a curator, I a designer and painter -- an immensely strong connection between us. Alex artfully introduced me to a realm that had been beyond my grasp. Somehow I'm sure she sensed the ennui, the unknowing dissatisfaction in me, and she unlocked a reservoir of new energy.
Yet today was Sunday, the end of the holiday, and I was pensive on two counts. First, I didn't want to leave, and second, I wondered about Alex's reaction to my farewell ravishing of Mia. How easy it was for me to pursue that tender young cunt, to switch Mistresses... I was confused until I figured out that it was simply a question of my helplessness when faced with commanding feminine beauty.
Alex burst into the bedroom. "No time for a shower, honey, we'll be late for brunch," she said cheerily. I was raunchy from the way I had been used, my face coated with pussy-cum. I thought of my degraded cleaning of the cocks that had fucked my ass and cunt, and how I would willingly go to my knees now to lick Alex's ass if she asked.
"I'll get your clothes while you take care of yourself in the loo," she continued, "but hurry up." I peed quickly and washed my face and hands and when I entered the living room Alex had my outfit ready and waiting: a very short white linen halter top, denim mini-skirt, white cotton panties, white anklets and her heeled maryjanes. She herself was dressed in a black silk blouse, cutoffs and running shoes. God, she looked wonderful!
I hurried into my clothes, blushing when I thought of being seen like this outside. But Alex's soothing hand on my cheek quieted my misgivings, and I then felt a surge of excitement at being on display as Alex's possession. She asked me to sit so she could make me up and when she was finished I looked like a wanton schoolgirl slut, a pure tart: very alluring, in fact, the kind that would attract me now! My eyes were heavily lined and shadowed and my lips colored a seductive reddish-orange. I was also conscious of my dear indispensable collar.
"I've gotta get a pic of this," said Alex, reaching for her digital camera. I grew instantly afraid and started to question and Alex gingerly set the camera down and examining me with sternness, commanded "Please get on your fucking knees, you cunt," hissing her words very softly.
I dropped immediately. "Take my fingers in your mouth." I did, sucking on them and wetting them copiously, and she removed her hand and slapped me hard across the left cheek. She offered me her fingertips to kiss, which I did, and then slapped me again, harder. My cheek stung but my body was melting at the pleasure of being in her command.
"You're an impertinent little bitch. I'll take whatever pictures I want of you, where I want, and when I want, do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," I meekly replied.
"And I'll do whatever I want with them," she continued. "I can put them on the web, I can send them to your boss, I can bring them to dance class... You've no control whatsoever, do you understand?"
For the first time her voice was louder than usual. Was this the anger about Mia and me?
"Now, lift your top and show me those small breasts of yours." I did as told.
"Good, that'll do for starters," she sweetly commented as she snapped a shot. "Let's get going."
We headed for a small trendy restaurant not too far from the lingerie shop. Needless to say we attracted a great deal of attention from any and everyone, two lovely and provocatively dressed girls sauntering along the streets of the city on a warm summer day.
At the restaurant we placed our orders and I felt the weight of about a hundred eyeballs on me as Alex made it very clear by her gestures that I was her lover, her "possession." At this point I didn't care if I'd run into someone from work: what would it matter in comparison to this glorious new state?
"What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?" she asked, almost reading my mind.
"Oh, 830 or so, it's flexible. But should I call in sick? I can't bear the thought of leaving you so soon," I blurted out. Alex smiled radiantly. "No, you'll be at work on time, which makes the hours we have left all the more precious." Then she added, mischievously, "So much to teach, so little time."
Our food came and we ate robustly, then added a dessert to share. I felt like a teenager in puppy-love as I spooned chocolate mousse cake from the center of the table with Alex. It was at that point that my desire, that feeling beginning in my cunt but spreading into my innards and along my limbs, began to grow, to revisit me again. My whole skin started to tingle at the nebulous idea of what might be in store. My pussy drenched my panties, so much so that I could smell my heat. Alex grew serious.
"Now, my little slut, I want to tell you about what we're going to do when we get home. Listen and don't interrupt. First, pictures. You're going to pose lewdly for me in your slutty schoolgirl outfit, showing the camera your sweet shaven pussy and nice puckered ass and your firm big-nippled breasts, but you're going to make sure you keep your hands way from the hot spots: no touching without my permission!"
"Second," she continued, "as we finish with the pics you'll strip down to nothing but your shoes, socks and collar. There's a plant hanging from the ceiling in my bedroom, it's near the bar and the mirrored wall. I'll give you a footstool to take it down and then to thread a length of rope through the eyebolt it hung from. Then you'll retrieve my scarves and I will bind your hands together with them, and then one end of the rope around them. I'll secure the other end, and pull your arms up as high as I can, and you'll be able to see all of this in the mirror as I prepare to test your mettle."
I listened breathlessly.
"Now, reach down and give me your sopping panties. Now!"
I tried to be as nonchalant as I could and I slipped them off slowly, as surreptitiously as I could in the crowded eating-place. My actions weren't unnoticed. I handed the panties to Alex, wet and pungent, with a trembling hand over the table. She stretched them quite demonstratively, and brought them to her mouth and nose and inhaled. I watched in a kind of shock at her openness.
"Mmmm, my little cunt, you smell divine, and you're wet beyond belief! I like that in a bitch." She even had the audacity to leave the moist garment on the table with our tip, and a dozen heads turned our way as we left. We took a slow walk home, full of anticipation. I was already thinking of the stages Alex described and this worked me into a state of charged eroticism as I imagined my tasks and her touches, and what would come....
"Why me?" I ventured to ask as we strolled. "How did you know to choose me for this, how did you know I would fall for you?"
Alex smiled. "It was sooooo obvious, my darling, so obvious. You were bursting with wish to serve, to offer your lovely body up to a knowing lover like myself. It was all there in the way you danced."
When we returned home I was put to use immediately. Alex snapped at least a dozen shots of me in various obscene poses, bent over, legs spread, pussy lips parted, breasts exposed. I stripped down to my heels and socks and then went into the bedroom to lower the plant and thread into the eyebolt a length of clothesline rope. I brought her the scarves from her dresser, those familiar playthings of hers, and she bound my wrists and attached the dangling rope to them. She tugged on the rope after positioning me under the eyebolt, assuring me it could hold several hundred pounds of force, and raised my arms high over my head, high and higher, until I was standing on the tips of my toes with my legs together. She anchored the other end of the rope to a bedpost. It felt both exhilarating and tiring to be stretched out like that. If I spread my legs I would be completely off the ground. As it was, I struggled just to stay on my toes.
Alex approached me and stroked my hair and told me how beautiful I was.
"Look at yourself, my little slave girl, did you ever imagine spending a 4th of July weekend like this?"
"No, Mistress," I weakly replied.
"How far -- or how low -- have you come? A degraded helpless powerless cunt who will beg to be even more degraded, who will plead to be humiliated and abused by her Mistress."
She reached around and lightly touched my nipples and I sighed involuntarily. She pinched and rolled them a bit and then she began to pull my nipples as far out as possible before releasing them suddenly.
"Ooohh," I cried, "that feels so good, so good Mistress!"
She then began to slap my breasts, at first lightly and then with greater force, by stretching out a nipple to its utmost with one hand and smacking the flesh of the breast with the other. This drove me wild with lust, sending jolts to my cunt with each blow.
"Yes, they've been neglected, haven't they?" Alex noted. "We'll, we can correct that."
