"Sara!?" Krista exclaimed with a mixture of shock, confusion, and elation. She could scarcely believe that was really her sister crawling on the floor-wearing nothing but a pair of panties, no less. "Oh my God. I've been so worried about you." She had many questions she wanted to ask her sister, and they all came at once in a jumbled heap. "What happened? Where have you been? Why haven't you-," she drifted off as she noticed the collar around Sara's neck. "Why are you-," she started, turning to Tamara. "What did you do to her?"
"That's not really any of your business," Tamara said matter-of-factly.
"She's my sister. Of course it's my business."
"She's nothing to you. Not anymore. Sara is mine." Something about the way Tamara said that sent shivers through Krista.
"Why isn't she responding? What did you do to her?" The questions kept tumbling out, but Tamara ignored them.
"You should be asking what I'm going to do with you."
"W-With me? Why would you do anything with me?"
"Well, I don't see how I can possibly let you go. You would try to take Sara from me."
"Take her from you? I don't understand-," Krista replied, still not grasping the position she'd gotten herself into. Her words slurred slightly.
Despite her state of mild inebriation, she was clearly feeling a spike of adrenaline. "You've been keeping her here all this time? But how-why? You're one of my closest friends. How could you do this to me?"
"Don't make this about you," Tamara snapped. "This was never about you."
"You hated Sara this much? And, ugh. What is that smell?"
"Smell?" Tamara asked, distracted. "Oh, hell. I don't think you want to know the answer to that question," Tamara broke out into a fit of raucous laughter.
"What?" Krista asked indignantly.
"Shhh," Tamara put her finger to her lips. "I'm trying to think."
Tamara hadn't intended nor expected this turn of events, and she was feeling slightly uneasy. Before she'd brought Sara into her home, she'd thought about it for a long time. She'd planned, arranged for construction work on the basement, shopped, researched, and fantasized. God, had she fantasized.
The thought of Sara tied to Tamara's bed, spread-eagle and naked-completely vulnerable and unable to resist Tamara's insatiable appetite-that need made it difficult for Tamara to think about anything else. Tamara had certainly never worried. She'd only ever felt a sense of thrill as she thought about the hunt. How exhilarated she'd been at the idea of her former nemesis becoming her love slave. It was Sara who had awoken this beast within her, so it only seemed proper that Sara help keep that same beast in check.
And Sara had more than lived up to Tamara's fantasies. Now that Tamara no longer needed to work, thanks to Sara's-generosity, she had no stress and nothing but time. One might have thought a person would tire of having sex all day, every day. But for Tamara, it was heaven. It was complete and utter bliss. Even now, there were still times-more often than not, if Tamara were being honest with herself-where Tamara lost herself. The thrill of the domination-of giving into her pure and unbridled lust. It was perverse and debaucherous. At times, it was brutal. In the heat of the moment, Tamara often lost all sense of self-control. It was too easy for her to get lost in those sensations. When she closed her eyes and grinded her clit against Sara's nose and mouth, she became oblivious to Sara's struggles. In those moments, Sara was nothing but a plaything. A toy whose purpose was to give her orgasm after rapturous orgasm. Tamara could remember more than one occasion where she'd mounted Sara's mouth, slid her fingers into Sara's hair, and just closed her eyes-only to open them some time later and realize that several hours had passed.
In a normal relationship, no one would have stayed with Tamara while she explored this dark side of her sexuality. No one could have possibly kept up with Tamara's needs. But Sara had always been there. Sara had stayed.
Except for the one time, when Sara had run away. It was understandable though. Sara had panicked, overcome with fear. Tamara had felt the same fear initially. The fear of the unknown and of not understanding her newfound feelings of lesbian attraction. That was why she felt it was her duty to help Sara come to terms with what Tamara had already accepted.
Tamara had had to resort to extreme measures, but it was necessary in order to help her lover. Of course, it wasn't just for Sara. It was around that time that Tamara had also realized how desperately in love with Sara she was-how much she needed her.
Above all, emotional feelings aside, Tamara needed Sara in order to cum. At some level, it was as simple as that. Tamara had been very resentful initially, hating that she had such a dependency on the woman who had tortured her for so many years. But Tamara had come to eventually accept the reality of her situation. However, it also made her extremely possessive of Sara. Sara had not come along willingly initially, not recognizing that Tamara understood what she was going through. But Sara no longer resisted, having finally accepted the truth-they were soulmates.
Never in a million years would Tamara have expected events to turn out this way. She had once hated Sara-really hated her. Now, she felt elation at the thought that Sara had nearly become her wife. They hadn't been able to make it official like Tamara had been hoping, but Tamara still felt like they had reached an equivalent level in their relationship.
The idea of marriage had never even occurred to her until she had come to realize how dependent she was on Sara. Once she'd discovered that, the idea of making a lifelong commitment to each other had seemed the only logical next step. After all, so many couples fought because they didn't have enough sex or because they stepped outside the bounds of their marriage. But that would never happen with Tamara and Sara. Tamara would only, could only ever orgasm with Sara-even if 99% of those orgasms had been on Sara's face.
Fuck. Why did I have to start thinking about that? Tamara chastised herself, feeling instantly horny.
She knew Sara still struggled to accept the current nature of their relationship, but she could see also with each passing day, Sara was becoming increasingly hers-heart, mind, and soul. Sara seldom even questioned her anymore, obeying most requests instantly. Tamara always made sure to reward her when she behaved well. Everything had been going so perfectly.
And that was why Tamara found herself feeling especially irritated as she stared at Krista, lying where Sara should be. Krista had told Tamara that no one knew she was coming to visit, but that didn't fully allay her fears. With Sara, she had known that no one other than Krista would miss her. With Krista, she wasn't so sure. She didn't know much about the woman Krista had been seeing. What if she started snooping around? Tamara didn't have the space to lock her away too.
Maybe it's time to move. Somewhere nice and quiet. Tamara thought idly. Maybe some remote, romantic island where no one will ever find us.
Could she let Krista go? She'd hoped that Krista would have given into her earlier request-to let Sara lick her ass.
Krista has no idea what she's missing out on. Tamara thought as she grinned, biting her lip. She had made the suggestion because she wanted to sever the bond between the sisters. And nothing would do that faster than a little asslicking. Maybe it wasn't a reasonable request. It had taken Sara a long time to willingly agree. And Tamara had needed to humble her first.
Still, it was much easier to let someone lick your ass than to lick someone else's ass. Tamara still had no inclination to lick anyone, but letting Sara lick her had been so natural-she'd never given it a second thought. She supposed the fact they were sisters may be a mental blocker for Krista. But how close were they really?
I wonder if Krista would let Sara lick her ass if she knew with 100% certainty she would never have to see Sara after that time. Tamara mused. Either way, if Tamara was ever going to be able to release Krista, she had to make sure Krista would be happy to never see her sister again. How could she make that happen?
"What do you want from me?" Krista demanded. Tamara snapped back to awareness.
"I want you to leave Sara and me alone."
"If that's what you want, it's no problem. Krista replied easily. "Now that I know Sara's OK, I have no reason to continue bothering either of you."
