When A Girl Loves A Woman

Mistress is rarely kind or forgiving. I've been her submissive bitch for longer than I care to remember the power she posses removes all of my sense of self. The relationship is one that can be likened to that of a slave and an owner - because essentially that's what we are.

In truth I've always admired women, obsessed over them. When I left school I knew I wasn't like other girls. I had to serve superior femininity, mine had always felt inadequate and clumsy in comparison. Meeting Mistress (on our first date) opened my eyes to a world of raw sensuality. I laid eyes on her and my soul dropped out of my arse. Her ethereal regality emanated from the top of her perfect head to the bottom of her dainty toes. Nothing else I had ever seen mattered anymore her whole being flooded my consciousness and I instantly knew I must devote my life to her. So, she took me home with her. She placed a leash around my neck and led me to worship between her legs. She stroked my long hair and I nestled into her crotch, a stray animal shown affection for the first time in it's miserable life.

She came and when she was done with me raised her leg and pushed my forehead far from her still holding my leash tight so as not to take my attention away from her. Seeing her take those deep breathes in the afterglow made me want to weep with pleasure as I rolled around on the floor savouring her taste languishing in the softness and beauty of the intimacy she afforded me. Never wanting to brush my teeth again to keep her delightful nectar in my worthless mouth when compared to the magnificence of her, a delight to give her pleasure. Crawling back she raised a toe to my used mouth and I sucked the delicious sweat off of it. My tongue capering around it. My submissive little brain whirred and excited as I awaited what she would say next.

'Lie down' she commands. I flattened myself as told and she proceeded to tiptoe over me prodding the centre of my stomach. Causing me to recoil and squeak raising my leg. Met with a 'silence girl, don't make me beat you. hm. understand'.

'Yes ma'am.'

'Good girl, I'm going to get you a surprise.'

Pulling out a long candle she lit it pulled my top down and dripped wax onto my breasts. I got off on the pain.

'Spread your legs.'

Obediently, I did and she inserted the candle into my hole. I stared down as it burned watching the wick make headway towards my vulva. The thought of having a burnt clitoris made me wet. Looking like I was about to birth a child- as I was I stared up to her again and she dragged her naked toe through the snail trail the wax had left and prodded my bottom cracking the solid residue when it solidified.

'Lick your fingers and put the flame out.'

The order made my fingertips sizzle as the candle was burnt too an end.

'You enjoyed that slut.'

I moaned.

Her eyes ignited, gleaming with a sadistic pleasure at the masochistic spark that twitched through my body fuelling my adoration and subservience.

She bid me remove her panties and shoved them in my mouth, her taste was electrifying and the mingling of sweat and pussy juice overtook my senses. Contented with the burning on the bottom half of my body and the freshness in my face, my eyeballs welled up with adoration for the heavenly body that stood over me fulfilling my need.

'Flip over and crawl to the corner. You can sit there on your knees and think about all the reasons why you choose to submit to me.' And thats what I did. The musty aroma of her cunt pervading my senses and igniting my adoration further as she left me to surrender to her splendour. My mind was filled with lust and longing to be the centre of her attention once again. Being made to wait enhanced my desire to serve her all the more.

My vagus system lit up and adrenaline touched every cell in my (owners) body. Sitting in my submissive pose I breathed through the panties and sighed relief contemplating how simple life suddenly seemed to be. Until she tapped me on the shoulder, pulled out the garment and stuck her tongue down my throat.

The sternness and control with which she led our sex I could see extending to our lives together. I wanted to ease her in all things and still do.