I was thirteen when my parents died. My sister was
twenty, so she became my legal guardian. We stayed in the
family house for a while, and then sold it and moved into a
smaller place. I loved my sister, but by the time I was
sixteen, I had started to realize that she wasn't really cut
out for the responsibilities of running a house, or looking
after an another person. She wasn't a bad person, she was
just prone to making stupid decisions, and she was terrible
at managing money. She had an apparently endless string of
useless boyfriends, who invariably sponged money from her,
and she could never seem to keep a job.
By sixteen I had already started to try and take more
of the responsibilities onto myself. I made sure the house
was clean and tidy, made sure the bills were paid, that kind
of thing. Between that and studying for my higher exams at
school I didn't have a whole lot of free time, but it was
okay. And Liz, my sister, had managed to stay in the same
job for seven or eight months, and was making a bit more
money than she usually did, and everything seemed better. It
wasn't to last, though.
I came home from school one Wednesday afternoon to find
Liz at home, instead of at work, and crying. To be honest, I
assumed that she'd just broken up with whatever her latest
boyfriend was called and taken the afternoon off so she
could mourn, so I wasn't too concerned. I went and put my
bag in my room, and changed out of my school uniform, before
going and making two cups of tea and taking one through to
Liz.
She mumbled a thank-you, without looking at me, and
tried to clean her face with a tissue, and then glanced
quickly at me. And I immediately knew that this was more
serious than a dumped boyfriend; she was scared about
telling me something. The last time I'd seen her look like
this was when she'd bought a jacket for Tim or Tom or
whatever that guy's name had been, with the money I needed
to get a new uniform. I sighed, and sat down beside her. At
times like this I always felt like the older sister, not the
younger one.
`Liz? What's wrong?'. Silence, and she still wouldn't
meet my eyes. I tried again, with a sterner tone of voice.
"Liz, what's wrong? Have you done something?'
`Kat, I'm in trouble.' Kat had been what she called me
when I was little, when we were both little. Now she always
called me Kate like everyone else. Kat was reserved for when
she was really upset.
`Okay, go on.'
` I, I stole some money'. And here I remember thinking,
oh shit. She stopped, and blew her nose, and rubbed her wet
eyes, and carried on. `Not much, just a little bit, just
because Barry needed it. You know me, Kat, I'm not a thief,
it was just a couple of times. But Miss Lessard caught me.'
Miss Lessard was her boss, and the owner of the
company. I had only met her once, I remembered her seeming
distant and chilly, but impressive. She was only in her
early thirties, and had already built up several successful
businesses from scratch. She didn't seem like the type to
forgive and forget.
`Is she going to the police?'
`She says she will, but she hasn't yet. She, she's got
it on video'. Liz paused. `But it's not just that. Kat, she
wants the other money back, right away.'
Now I was totally confused, `What other money?'
Liz looked even more ashamed. `Just after I started I
borrowed some money from Miss Lessard. We really needed it,
Kat. We needed the new cooker and fridge, and we still had
lawyers' bills to pay from way back, and we really needed
it. And she said I could pay her off over a few years, but
now she says she wants it all back at once.'
Again, oh shit. `How much?'. Silence. `Liz, how much?'
`Eight thousand.'
I remember almost wanting to laugh. There was no way we
could pay. I couldn't figure out why Liz had borrowed so
much, either. I guessed it had been for a boyfriend, but
interrogating her wouldn't help.
`Well, we've not got it, so there's not much anyone can
do.'
`Kat, she says she can take the house if we don't pay'.
I couldn't even think of a reply this time. The house had
been the one stable, definite thing in our lives; selling
the bigger house had meant we hadn't even need a mortgage
for this place, it was completely ours, an I had thought it
always would be. I just looked silently at Liz.
`She made me sign a bit of paper when she gave me the
loan. I didn't really read it properly. She'd said the loan
was interest-free, so that was the only thing I checked. But
I guess she can make us pay it back whenever, and I think I
put the house up for security or whatever.'
Poor Liz. She really wasn't any good with money. I
cradled my face in my hands.
`But Kat .' I looked at her. `Miss Lessard said, she
said we might be able to work something out. I don't know
what she means, but she wants to talk to you. She's going to
come round this evening, at six. I couldn't really say no,
could I?'
I looked at my watch. It was already five.
Miss Lessard arrived at six precisely. She walked
straight in, and ignored my sister's offers of drinks and
food. She stood in the middle of the living room, and looked
at me for what seemed like forever. Finally, she turned to
my sister. `Thank you, Liz, you may go now.' Liz started to
say something, and Miss Lessard cut her off. `I said now. Go
and watch a movie, or something.'
Liz looked at me, and I shrugged. She looked like she
was going to say something, and then just put her coat on,
and left, looking worried. Miss Lessard sat down on the
sofa, and gestured for me to do the same. I sat carefully at
the other end of the sofa, and looked at her.
Like I said, she was in her early thirties. She had
fairly short black hair, cut in a simple style that still
looked like she'd been to a really expensive stylist. She
had just a touch of make-up on, and her clothes too were
simple but expensive looking, black trousers and a grey
cashmere jumper. She was slim, medium-height, with piercing
grayish green eyes. As I was looking at her, she was
observing me, until after a minute or so, she spoke.
`Well, Kate. We've met once, and you seemed, how can I
say this without being rude to your sister? You seemed a bit
sharper than Liz. She's a lovely girl, but naive. You, on
the other hand . Anyway, I think I can speak plainly to you.
Your sister has explained her, or should I say, your little
problem to you?'
I nodded.
`Good. I can show you the document she signed if you
want to check for yourself that I'm not lying. The video,
too, if you want?' I shook my head, and she continued.
`Good. Well, as I said, I will speak plainly. I am in a
position to ruin your life, if I want to. We both know this.
But there's something you can do to save both yourself and
your sister.'
She paused, and looked at me. I tried to speak, but my
mouth was dry, and I had to swallow hard before any sound
would come out. `What?'
`I want to fuck you'. Our gazes locked, and she smiled,
but without any warmth in her eyes. `I looked at the floor,
knowing that I was blushing. The room seemed hot. `If you
agree, this is what will happen. Listen carefully. I will
meet you outside your school on Friday afternoon, after your
last class. On Sunday evening, I will drop you back here,
and after that everything will be okay. I will destroy the
video-tape, and I will make up a new document giving your
sister three years to repay the loan. I will even give her
excellent references to find a new job. In between the two
points . that's the fun part. You will absolutely obey me,
at all times. I will use your body in whatever ways I feel
like. In short, Kate, you will be my little slave. My little
sex slave. Do you agree?'
I wanted to ask for more time to think, but I was
scared to, and I knew deep down that it wouldn't make any
difference. It would only be a weekend, and the alternative
was terrible. Having to find accommodation, nasty cheap
hotels, maybe even shelters, my sister in court - it was
unthinkable. I didn't even know for sure if I could trust
Miss Lessard to keep her end of the bargain, but I really
didn't have any choice. I nodded, and then, when she tilted
her head quizzically, I forced the words out. `Yes. I
agree.'
She smiled, and reached over, and patted my knee. `Very
good. I will see you at four o'clock on Friday, then. You
don't need to bring anything, I'll provide everything you
need.' She got up, and without looking at me again, walked
to the front door and left.
The next couple of days were a bit of a blur. I
couldn't concentrate on anything, and I had this funny
buzzing feeling in the pit of my stomach the whole time, the
same way I felt before important tests. I didn't tell Liz
much, just that I would be away from Friday to Sunday, and
that everything would be okay. I kept repeating that, I
suppose I was trying to convince myself. Liz must have
guessed roughly what was happening, but I suppose she didn't
want to pry. She must have felt terrible about it. She knew
she was meant to be the one looking after me. She cried a
lot, and so did I. It was an unhappy time.
Friday afternoon came. I walked out of the school gate,
and stood there, looking up and down the road. I was wearing
my stupid school uniform, we all had to wear it. Dark blue
skirt, matching blazer, white blouse, a striped tie. About
twenty metres down the road a big silver car honked its
horn, and I walked slowly towards it. I tried to see in, but
the windows were tinted. As I approached, though, the
passenger side window rolled down, and I could see Miss
Lessard. She gestured for me to get in, and I did. The
window rolled back up, and we drove off. For a few minutes,
neither of us spoke.She glanced at me occasionally as she
drove. Finally she spoke, her tone hard to read. `I'm glad
to see you here. I'm sure you've been having second
thoughts, but rest assured, you did the right thing. Now,
first of all, I thought we'd go and get a snack, and maybe
do some shopping.'
I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just sat
quietly as we drove through the sunny late-afternoon
streets. The buzzing in my stomach was stronger than ever.
We ended up at the big new department store near the
harbour. Miss Lessard parked her big BMW in the underground
carpark, and we took the lift up to the main shopping floor.
She didn't speak to me, and hardly looked at me; it was
almost like she'd forgotten I was there. She walked quickly,
and I had to hurry to keep up with her. She paused briefly
to look at a plan of the store, and then we walked directly
to one of the posh little coffee shops, not even slowing
down to look in shop windows.
The coffee shop was all dark wood and shiny steel and
smoked glass, and all the waitresses were foreign and
gorgeous, with blonde hair and exotic accents. Outside, the
mall was full of harassed parents and school kids running
rampage; in here there was just quiet ambient music, and
tables with rich-looking people chatting quietly. We were
shown to a table at the back, next to the big plate window
overlooking the water. Miss Lessard ordered for both of us,
without looking at the menu or asking me what I wanted.
Coffee for her, hot chocolate with cream for me, a plate of
cakes. We both sat quietly for a while, looking at the
window, and then she turned her attention to me. I could
feel the weight of her gaze resting on me. She smiled. `You
look lovely. I should have told you that earlier.'
`Thanks', I mumbled. I wondered if I should return the
compliment. She did look fairly stunning, I couldn't deny
it. The same subtle, minimal makeup, hair immaculate as
ever, a simple gold necklace hanging around her neck. She
was dressed as if she'd come straight from the office, which
she probably had, in a black and white business suit, that
had probably cost thousands and been made by someone famous.
The skirt was quite short, I had noticed on the walk from
the car, but she still looked supremely elegant.
She leaned towards me a little bit. `Now, you remember
that you agreed to do anything and everything I said?' I
nodded, mutely. `Good. Now, are you wearing panties?'
My mouth felt dry again. I nodded.
`Describe them to me'
I bit my lip, as embarrassed as I had ever been, but
she just raised an eyebrow slightly and waited for me to
answer.
`I don't know, they're nothing special. White, quite
big, cotton I think. I got them at a chain store.' I had to
force myself to stop speaking, not to just ramble on.
Actually, I was wearing my best panties, my cleanest newest
ones. They were boring white cotton, from a chain store,
because that was the only kind I owned. I'd never had a
boyfriend, I'd only been kissed once; I'd never been in a
situation where someone might care what my underwear looked
like.
She smiled again, and patted my hand where it lay on
the table. `They sound very nice. But what I want you to do
now is to go to the ladies' room, and to take them off. Then
I want you to come back and to give them to me. Understand?'
I just sat there. I had no idea what to do. She looked
at me, expressionless. I knew it was a kind of test; I knew
this was perhaps the last point at which I could back out of
the deal. But nothing had changed. I still had no choice. I
pursed my lips, and nodded, and walked to the bathroom,
feeling almost dizzy.
The ladies' bathroom was small and elegant, all grey
tiles and steel. There was no sink; instead the water ran
constantly in streams down the mirror and over a gently
curved steel plate. It was the most beautiful bathroom I'd
ever been in, but I hardly saw it. I went into one of the
two cubicles, locked the door behind me, and sat down on the
toilet. I closed my eyes and hugged my knees tight to my
chest. There was nothing I wanted more than to just stay
there forever. After a moment I slipped my trainers off my
feet, and tugged my panties down and off, and put my shoes
back on. I washed my face with cold water, dried myself with
a paper towel, and walked slowly back to our table, my
panties rolled up and concealed inside my hand. It felt
really strange to be in public with no knickers on; I felt
vulnerable and exposed.
Miss Lessard was sipping at her coffee when I got back,
and my hot chocolate, laden with whipped cream and
marshmallows, was waiting for me. There was a plate of
cakes, too. She smiled briefly at me, and watched as I sat
down. I stretched my hand out, my fist bunched around my
panties, and she enclosed it in both of her hands, squeezing
for a second. I loosened my grip, and she took the panties
and put them neatly away in her fashionable leather handbag
without even glancing at them. Then, however, eyes locked to
mine, she very slowly and deliberately raised her hand to
her nose, and inhaled, and smiled. I swallowed
involuntarily.
The hot chocolate was delicious, warm and rich, not too
sweet. The cakes seemed nice too, but my stomach felt so odd
I could only eat a bite or too. Miss Lessard told me it was
okay, and that I should just eat as much as I wanted. She
had carefully cut off half of one of the smaller cakes, and
transferred it to her plate, and ate it slowly and neatly.
When she'd finished, she wiped her mouth with one of the
linen napkins they'd given us. She gestured to one of the
blonde, accented waitresses, and paid the bill, which came
to rather more than one of the rare dinners out my sister
and I had. `Time to do a little shopping', she said, and we
left.
This time we walked more slowly, so she could look into
the occasional window, always choosing the most expensive
shops. We even popped into some kind of speciality bookshop,
where she browsed for a few minutes amongst books written in
German. I was barely conscious of where we were. All I could
think of was how exposed I felt, how naked I was under that
school skirt.
After the bookshop we walked a little further, until we
came to a lingerie shop. It certainly wasn't a sex shop, but
it wasn't a Sock Shop, either. It was one of those little
shops that sprung up in the late 90's, designed entirely for
women. Expensive, sexy underwear and nightwear, and the
occasional sex-toy discreetly tucked away here and there.
Miss Lessard, to my slight surprise, ignored those
completely, in favour of the lingerie. She must have somehow
managed to see the size on my panties before she put them
into her bag, because she knew that, but she asked me my bra
and cup sizes. She perused the choices for a while, glancing
at me occasionally in an appraising way, and selected some
items and paid for them with a credit card. I didn't see
them properly; at least one item was red, and another was
black and shiny, but that was all I knew. I had sort of been
expecting her to get me to change into new panties then and
there, but we just left, and headed towards the carpark.
There was a fair crowd of people waiting for the lifts
when we got there, but there were a lot of lifts, so we let
them get on the first one, and waited for another. When it
got there a few moments later it was just us and a young-ish
boy who got on. He looked to be perhaps twelve or thirteen,
short hair, jeans, a hooded top. The doors closed, and as
soon as they did, Miss Lessard moved. She was standing
slightly behind and to the side of me; now, eyes fixed upon
the boy, she placed her hands on my skirt and moved it
upwards, giving him a perfect view of my legs, and, finally,
my bush. I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his
head. I had started violently when she touched me, and I'd
had to fight the urge to slap her hands away, but I knew I
couldn't. I just stood there, blushing, looking at the wall,
with this kid staring at my pussy, his tongue actually
sticking out of his open mouth. Just as the red digits on
the floor indicator changed to show we were at the car park,
Miss Lessard released her grip and smoothed my skirt down.
The doors opened, and without looking at the boy again she
took my hand, and started to lead me towards the car. I
looked back over my shoulder, and saw him standing there
still, mouth open, even as the doors closed and the lift
started to ascend again.
We sat in the car for a moment. Miss Lessard reached
out a hand, and gently stroked my hair. `You're doing very
well, Kate', she said. Her voice was gentle, but for some
reason I suddenly felt like crying. I managed to stop
myself, but not without a couple of muffled sobs. Miss
Lessard just sat there patiently while I fought to control
myself, and then produced a tissue from her bag and
carefully wiped my face with it. I suppose I must have been
crying a little bit despite all my efforts. She didn't say
anything else, she just started the car.
I felt tired, and my eyes drifted closed a couple of
times as we drove. It was getting dark now, and all the cars
had their lights on. We were driving for maybe twenty
minutes. I didn't really recognize the area we finally
stopped in, but I think it must have been somewhere near the
canal. We parked on a sloping street lined with fairly
large, fully detached houses, each isolated from its
neighbours and from the road by a big garden. A lot of the
houses looked a bit run down though, and some of them were
boarded up and seemed completely abandoned. The one we
parked outside seemed a bit neater than the others, but not
much; it needed a new coat of paint, and the garden gate was
slightly crooked on its hinges.
I followed Miss Lessard up the path. She unlocked the
door, and punched some numbers into a keypad to turn the
alarm off. I stepped inside, and she closed the door behind
me, before pressing something which clearly controlled all
the lighting. Soft lights came on in the little hall that we
were standing in, and in the rooms visible through open
doors to either side. The one on the left looked like a
combination of a library and an office, crammed bookshelves
lining the walls, and a big desk at either end of the room,
both with a phone and a computer. The room on the right was
a kitchen-cum-dining room, very modern and handsome, with
every utensil and appliance you could ever want or need, but
it looked almost unused. We went in there, and sat down at
the big pine dinner table.
`Is this your house?' I knew I probably sounded stupid,
but I just wanted to finally say something without being
prompted.
`One of them. This place is good for when I want a bit
of peace and quiet. It's very . isolated, I think you could
say'.
There wasn't much I could think of to say to that, so
again we just sat there in silence for a little while, until
she stood up. `I think it's time for the real fun and games
to begin. Take off your blazer, and your shoes, and then
come upstairs with me'.
I hung my school blazer carefully on the back of the
chair, and then I followed her along the hall, leaving my
shoes there on the way. We went up the stairs at the back. I
could feel my heart beating, it was like I could almost hear
it. We emerged into darkness, but lights came on
automatically, probably triggered by some sensor at the top
of the stairs. We were in a huge space. All of the interior
walls and even the ceiling had been ripped out, so the space
was only broken by the occasional pillar or rafter. The
entire floor was covered in large black latex tiles,
slightly shiny in the light, and there seemed to be a lot of
hooks and chains and things dangling from the beams. The
three things that I mostly noticed though was the rack of
whips and canes, the bed, and the chair. The bed was huge,
at least half again the size of a normal king-size, and
covered in black latex. Even the duvet seemed to be enclosed
in a rubber sheet. The chair was over to one side. It too
was black, with some shiny steel. It looked like a dentist's
chair, except it seemed to have a lot of manacles and cuffs
built into it.
Miss Lessard moved very close to me, and cupped my face
in both hands. `This is where it all starts, Kate. From now
on, I want you to refer to me only as Mistress, or as
Mistress Amy. From now till when we return to your house on
Sunday you must ask my permission for absolutely everything.
If you want to use the toilet, if you want to ask a
question, even if you want to scream. Anything. Do you
understand?'
`Yes', I said quietly, and just in time I remembered to
add, `Mistress'. Everything seemed almost dream-like at this
point.
She nodded curtly. `Good. Now, kneel down.' I knelt,
and she walked round me slowly. I had to make an effort to
stay still, to stop myself from turning my head to follow
her movements. She paused behind me for a long moment, and I
felt my shoulders tense up with apprehension. She touched
me, and I jolted, but she simply stroked my cheek. She
removed her hand, and I heard her walk away and then return,
her footsteps very quiet on the rubber floor. She stood
behind me again, but now she placed a soft, thick velvet
blindfold around my head, tying it tightly at the back. I
could see nothing, and for a moment there was no sound
either. There was a smell of expensive perfume, and of my
own sweat, and the strange feel of the rubber on my bare
shins, and that was it. Then I heard her starting to walk
around me again. She made some kind of sudden move, and
without thinking I raised my hands protectively from my
sides. There was a moment of silence again, and then I heard
the noise of her hand moving through the air, just before it
hit me on the cheek. Not too hard, but the sting and the
shock made me cry out, and I was sure for a moment that I
was going to start crying. Then I felt her hand stroking my
hair softly. `It's okay, It's alright', she was saying. I
knew it was stupid, but I felt better, felt myself relax a
little. She told me to move onto all fours, and supported me
with one hand as I did so. Then she showed me with her hand
how to arch my back, so that my bottom stuck up further into
the air. Again I heard her walk slowly around me, examining
me.
She walked away, and returned a minute later. Again I
heard the noise of the strike before I felt it, but this
time it was a stick of some kind, hard and flat, maybe a
ruler, and she hit me on the bottom, through my skirt. A
jolt ran through me, and I almost collapsed, but had enough
sense to force myself back into the same position, bottom
sticking out. She hit me a second time, hard, and this time
I cried out. The first one had mostly just stung; this one
felt almost like fire. It was agony. Now she pulled my skirt
up to expose my reddened cheeks, and dragged a finger nail
along one of the fresh welts, causing me to breathe sharply
though my teeth. She tapped the inside of my thighs with the
ruler, telling me to part my legs further. I obeyed, knowing
that my cunt was now completely exposed to her gaze. I heard
the ruler whistle through the air, and braced myself for a
strike which, in the end, never came; she stopped short of
my skin, instead choosing to tap me lightly right between
the legs with the flat of the ruler, causing a shiver to run
through my body.
The ruler was taken away, and now I felt her fingertips
grazing down the side of my left leg, and then tracing back
up along the inside of my thigh, slowly, softly. My skin
tingled in a path where she had touched me. Her fingers
reached my bush, and now she gently cupped me in her hand,
fingers curved between my legs. A little more pressure, so I
could feel the palm of her hand pressed against my lips. It
was the first time anyone had touched me there. Her hand
felt soft and warm.
Now she started to trace a single fingertip over my
opening, a slow stroking motion, and I felt the same
tingling feeling , but much stronger. After exploring my
entrance with the very tip of my finger for what seemed like
forever, I heard her moving round me, till I could feel her
standing in front of me. She cupped my chin with a hand, and
pulled my face up till, if it hadn't been for the blindfold,
I would have been looking at her. She dragged her finger tip
along my top lip, under my nose. It felt a little bit moist,
and immediately I could smell my own scent, strong and
heavy. She pushed her finger into my mouth, and told me to
suck it. As I obeyed, she asked if I could taste myself, and
I managed to nod slightly.
She withdrew the finger, and slowly walked around me
again. My arms were beginning to feel sore from supporting
myself in that position, and the muscles in my legs felt
cramped. Now I felt her finger at the base of my spine,
leaving a trail of my own saliva as she dragged it slowly
down, pulling it into the curve between my cheeks, and down
till she found the little pucker of my asshole. She spiraled
her damp finger round and round it, a feather touch, forcing
me to breath out hard through my teeth, and then let her
finger tip rest right on my opening for a long second. Very
gradually she started to apply more pressure, till I could
feel her finger pushing against me; she told me to relax,
and then, without any more warning, she forced her finger
inside. I grunted with the shock of the invasion, but it
wasn't really painful, more just full-feeling. She left her
finger inside me for a moment, and then tugged it out, and
walked round me again. This time I could hear and feel her
kneeling down so she was on the same level as me as she
waved the finger in front of my nose. `Can you smell
yourself, Kate?' I nodded. `Good. Now, open wide'. I obeyed,
the stale smell of my asshole strong in my nostrils, and she
slid her finger into my mouth and told me to clean it well.
I sucked, and licked it with my tongue, tasting traces of my
own waste, wanting to gag.
She pulled her finger out, and I think she must have
been inspecting it to see I I'd cleaned it well enough. She
patted me on the head, and told me that I was a good girl.
She stood up, walked away, and then returned. I felt
something cold and smooth around my neck, encircling me,
puling tight around my throat. I panicked, jerking back, and
the pressure stopped.
`It's okay, it's okay, it's just a collar. I'm not
going to hurt you'. She stooped and stroked my hair gently.
`Did I scare you? I'm sorry'. I felt the collar touch my
skin again, but more carefully this time, slowly tightening
till I could feel it flush against my neck the whole way
round, but not so tight that it really felt constrictive.
`You look so beautiful this way', she said, and I
couldn't help but feel pleased at the compliment. `Now,
we're going to practice walking around a little bit. Stay on
all-fours, please.' I heard the rattle of a chain, and then
felt a jerk on the collar, pulling me forward. I tried to
follow, feeling off-balance and vulnerable. We went slowly
round the room twice. She guided me with tugs on the collar,
and kept telling me how well I was doing, what a good girl I
was, how pleased she was with me. These things actually made
me feel sort of happy in a strange way, happy that I was
pleasing her, and some part of my mind noticed this and
worried about it. Mostly, though, I was just concentrating
on moving, which was amazingly hard. By the second circuit,
though, I was beginning to get the hang of it, starting to
get a kind of rythm going, my hips swaying from side to side
to help my balance. We stopped, and she told me to kneel. I
heard a click as she fastened the chain leash to something.
`You did very well. As a reward, you can sit however
you like, and you can stretch if you want. I'm sure your
legs are sore. Sit quietly, and wait for me.' I heard her
moving away, and after a moment I sat down and stretched my
legs out. Exploring the air around me cautiously with my
hands, I found that I was next to one of the metal pillars,
fastened to it by the collar. I felt my collar with my
fingers. It was leather, quite thick, with little metal
studs, and it seemed to lock shut; I found a little opening
for a key. After that I just leant against the pillar, eyes
shut under the blindfold, hands resting on the rubber floor.
I tried to relax, but my ears were straining for any sound.
The room was totally quiet, though once I heard a car go
past outside.
After what seemed like ages I heard her steps, soft on
the rubber tiles. She helped my stand, and unclipped the
leash from my collar, before leading me away from the pillar
for a few steps. She moved away from me, leaving me standing
there.
`Strip.'
I obeyed. Socks first, then my blouse, fumbling with
the buttons. I was getting more used to the blindfold now,
but it still made me clumsy. The blouse joined the socks on
the floor, and, after only the briefest hesitation, I
unhooked my bra and let it fall, before tugging my skirt
down and stepping out of it. I stood there in the quiet
room, naked but for the collar and blindfold.
She moved towards me, and taking my hand, guided me to
the bed, and told me to sit. The rubber sheeting clung to my
bare legs.
`Play with yourself'. I didn't move, and her voice
hardened. `I said touch yourself, girl. Now.' I bit my
bottom lip, and then spread my legs, and slipped my hand in
between my thighs, and started to softly stroke myself with
the palm of my hand. I could feel moisture on the hair
covering my mound. Some of it was probably just sweat, and I
suppose some of it probably wasn't. I curled my fingers into
myself, pressing my fingertips gently against my opening.
Without really thinking about it, I had reached up with my
other hands to touch my nipples. I started to slowly probe
with my fingertips down below until I found my bud, and let
my fingers roll over it.
I had been masturbating for a couple of years. Not
often, maybe once a week. If I'd had a bad day, or I
couldn't sleep, or if I read something that turned me on, I
would dim the lights and turn the music up and touch myself.
I'd never really thought about it much. I'd certainly never
thought that I might end up doing it in front of another
person.
I moved my fingers over myself slowly, deliberately,
and then widened my legs a little, and shifted my weight,
and let a finger slip inside me. I held it there for a
second, feeling my pussy tighten around it, and then started
to slide it in and out, before adding another finger. My
breathing was getting heavier now. I pinched my left nipple
hard with my other hand as I started to pump my fingers at a
faster pace.
`Stop'. She moved towards me, taking my hand in hers. I
could hear and feel her kneeling in front of where I sat at
the edge of the bed, and then I felt her slide my fingers
into her mouth. She sucked hard, running her tongue over
them.
`You taste lovely, Kate'. And now I felt her breath
between my legs, and then her mouth on my skin, kissing my
legs, kissing everywhere. Her tongue flickering over me,
exploring, finding my bud. I couldn't stop myself from
moaning softly. The feeling was like nothing I had ever
experienced. It was like that first satisfying scratch of an
itch, or that tingle you get if you drag a fingernail over a
recently healed cut, but a thousand times stronger, and it
sent ripples of heat all through me. Her tongue was inside
me now, pushing softly, probing. I shifted my position
slightly, opening my legs even wider, feeling the rubber
sticking to my clammy skin, and then I came. I remember
screaming, noise erupting from me, my thighs clamping around
her head for a second, before I collapsed back on the bed,
drained.
She moved away somewhere, and I could hear water
running. I just lay there in the velvet darkness of the
blindfold, unable to form a coherent thought. I heard her
return, felt her sit down next to me. She helped me sit up,
and undid the blindfold, and held me as I blinked in the
sudden light. I realized that I was crying. We sat like that
for a while, her arm around me, my body leaning on hers,
quiet. She handed me a glass of water, and I drank it
slowly. When I had finished, she stood up.
`I want you to have a little rest now. I'm going to go
downstairs, I have some things I need to prepare. I'll come
back in a little bit and we'll have some more fun.'
She patted my cheek, and smiled at me, and walked off,
leaving me naked except for my collar, alone in that big
quiet room.
Part Two
I must have dozed off, but I don't know how long I was asleep
for. An hour, maybe. When I woke up it took me a long moment to remember
where I was and why. I looked slowly round that strange room, with the
rubber tiles and all the chains and manacles, and then I looked down at my
own naked body. I still felt half-asleep, groggy, unable to think properly.
The lights in the room brightened slightly, and I looked over to
see her standing at the top of the stairs, watching me. She had changed her
clothes. Maybe she'd changed earlier, but I'd been in too much shock to
notice, I don't know. The first thing I saw now were her shoes, or, rather,
her boots. They were unlike anything I'd ever seen. They went all the way
up to her thighs, and they were made out of shiny black PVC. They also had
massive spiked heels, at least two or three inches. I remember thinking
that they didn't look very practical. Above the top of the boots there was
about an inch of visible skin, slightly tanned and very smooth. She was
also wearing an expensive-looking leather coat, which was buttoned-up. She
looked amazing, slightly scary, but truly beautiful. She smiled at me.
`Good, you're awake. It's time for dinner. Kneel, please.'
Almost without thinking, almost automatically, I obeyed. In fact, I
remember noticing this at the time, and being a bit worried by it. Doing as
I was told seemed to be becoming a lot easier, and I wasn't sure that that
was a good thing. I knelt quietly on the rubber flooring, and she walked
over to me, patted me on the head, and re-attached the leash to my
collar. And then we went downstairs.
Even with my earlier practice, crawling down the stairs on my hands
and knees, pace dictated by tugs on the leash, was pretty tricky, but at
least I wasn't blindfolded this time. We went pretty slowly; I suppose
negotiating the stairs in those huge heels wasn't too easy, either. By the
time we were downstairs I could smell food, delicious-smelling Chinese
food, and when we got to the kitchen I could see a big stack of cartons on
the table. She must have had it delivered while I was asleep. I suddenly
realized I was starving hungry.
`Do you like Chinese food, Kate?'
`Yes, Mistress.' Even saying `mistress' all the time was starting
to feel almost natural now. I really did like Chinese food, though. It was
one of the things that me and my sister had as a little ritual, a little
treat. Every couple of weeks we would go and get a take-away from Mr Wing's
round the corner, prawn crackers and lemon chicken and all the usual stuff.
`Good. Kneel, please.'
I straightened up from my crawling position and waited, kneeling,
while she opened cartons and put things into bowls. The table was quite
high, and from where I was I couldn't really see what she was doing. I
remember thinking how good the food smelt, and worrying that she might
expect me to be able to eat with chopsticks.
And then she put a metal bowl down on the floor in front of me. It
was fairly large, with a flattened rim. I think it really was a doggie
bowl. It was full of rice, and different kinds of Chinese food, which
looked as good as it smelt.
`I hope you like this, Kate. You're probably only familiar with
Cantonese cuisine, but I've always preferred the northern Chinese styles of
cooking.' She paused, looking at me. She was sitting at the table now, a
bowl in front of her, chopsticks in hand. `You may eat now ... but you may
not use your hands. Just your mouth, like a dog. Do you understand?'
I nodded, mutely, and she smiled at me, and started to eat. She
used the chopsticks very gracefully. I looked at my doggie bowl for a
second. I was so hungry, and the food looked so good. I lowered my face to
the bowl, supporting myself with my hands against the floor, and I started
to eat too. It was easy at first, because the food was so heaped up that I
could just pluck bits off the top with my teeth. It was delicious, much
nicer than Mr Wing's. I glanced up at her sometimes. She was sitting there,
delicately tasting different dishes from the various cartons, not eating
very much, and watching me the whole time, with a slightly amused
expression. She drank what looked like Chinese tea from a little cup with
no handles which she kept refilling from a funny-looking teapot with
flowers and clouds painted on it. After a while she got up and fetched me
another metal bowl, this one filled with water, and got a big glass of
water for herself, too.
Eating got harder as I got further into the bowl. I had to push my
face right against the top and try to use my lips and tongue to scoop food
into my mouth. I could feel my face becoming covered in sauce. I felt
filthy. I managed to get the last pieces into my mouth, and then I licked
the bowl carefully so as to not leave any bits of rice. When I had finished
I looked up at her, and she laughed.
`Poor Kate. You've gone and made yourself all dirty. Would you like
some more?'
I actually felt nice and full now. I shook my head.
`Well, you should drink some water. We've still got a strenuous
weekend ahead of us, and I don't want you getting dehydrated.'
I lowered my face to the second metal bowl. At first I tried sort
of sucking the water up, through pursed lips, but that didn't work at
all. After a few moments I figured out that if I was going to get more than
a few drops I was going to have to lap the water up with my tongue, like a
dog. It was messy, water splashing onto the floor and my hair, and running
down my shin onto my bare breasts, but it was pretty effective. Miss
Lessard laughed again as she watched me. When I had finished she stood up.
`I think it's time for us to go and get you cleaned up, my dear.'
She took hold of my leash, and I obediently followed her on my
hands and knees, out of the kitchen and up the stairs. When we got to the
little landing halfway up, though, we stopped, and she opened a door. Again
the lights seemed to come on automatically with the door opening. She
unhooked the leash from my collar, and I knelt there and looked around. It
was a bathroom, and it was big. There was a huge tiled bathtub built in,
with a shiny metal shower, and a matching metal sink, and even a metal
toilet, although the seat was made of some dark wood. The floor and walls
were covered in blue tiles of subtly varying shades, and the light came
from half-concealed lamps set high up. No fluorescent overhead strip in
this bathroom, that was for sure. And, finally, one of the blue tiled walls
had a huge mirror set into it, reaching almost from floor to ceiling. She
told me to stand up in front of it, and we stood there together, looking at
my reflection.
I almost didn't recognize myself. There I stood, completely naked,
except for the studded collar, a thick black line around my neck and
throat. Brown and red sauces were smeared all over my face, on my chin, on
my eyebrows, in my hair. I had flecks of rice sticking to my cheeks. And
somehow a trail of sauce had become smeared onto my left tit. I remember
standing there, looking at myself, and some part of my mind was studying me
in a detached, analytical way. I remember thinking about how vulnerable I
looked, and scared.
Now, still standing beside me, the two of us still gazing into the
mirror, Miss Lessard started to unbutton her leather coat. As she undid the
last button, and the coat swung open, I couldn't stop an audible gasp from
escaping my lips. Underneath the coat she was wearing ... well, I don't
really know the technical term for it. It might have been a corset, or it
might have been what they call a body. It was made of rubber or PVC, shiny
and black like her boots. Little metal eyelets ran in a line down the
front. The shape was almost like a slightly old-fashioned lady's swimsuit,
except for one thing; there were three openings. Her breasts and her pussy
were exposed, framed with the shiny black material. I stood there with her
beside me, my eyes locked on her reflection.
Her breasts were the same slightly tanned color as her thighs. She
had large, dark nipples, and her tits looked full and heavy. My gaze
lowered. The material wrapped around the tops of her thighs, but with a
large opening in the middle, exposing her completely. Her pussy was partly
shaved, leaving only a neat little strip of black hair. I saw her
reflection smile as she watched me look at her.
`Do you like what you see, Kate?' I didn't know how to reply, so I
was silent until she prompted me again. `Kate?'
`Yes Mistress, I suppose I do.' My voice sounded a bit grudging,
and I was pleased. No point in not being honest though. `You're, uh, you're
very pretty.'
`Good, I'm pleased about that, since you're about to become very
intimately acquainted with my body. First of all, though, we should get you
nice and clean, and I know a fun way to do it. Sit down.'
I sat as she directed me, my body at about forty five degrees to
the mirror, my legs splayed out.. She stood very close to me, her feet on
either side of my left knee, her legs slightly bent, her body almost
directly above mine.
`Do you know what I'm going to do now, Kate?'
Despite myself, despite the fact that I didn't want to know, I
did. `Yes', I said, but I mumbled it. Not for the first time that day, I
couldn't believe that this was really happening to me.
`Louder, please'.
`Yes Mistress, I know.'
`That's good, Kate, that's very good. Now, there's two
things. While I'm doing it, you will touch yourself, between your
legs. And, right now, before we get started, I want you to beg me to do
it. Do you understand?'
Yeah, I understood. Actually doing it was another matter, though. I
nodded, and tried to compose myself. She waited calmly, looking at our
reflections. I took a deep breath, squeezed my fists tight together,
relaxed them, closed my eyes, opened them again.
`Please Mistress, I want you to pee on me.' She nodded
encouragingly, wanting me to continue. `Please pee on me, Mistress, please,
uh, piss on me. Piss on my face'. Our gazes locked in the mirror, and she
just looked at me, slightly quizzically, waiting for me to say it. `Uh,
please pee ... ` I swallowed hard. `Please pee in my mouth, Mistress.'
She smiled, and patted my hair. `Well done, Kate. Now remember,
you're to play with yourself. And I want you to watch in the mirror.' A
look of concentration came on to her face, and she closed her eyes. There
was a long moment where nothing happened, and I just sat there, looking at
the mirror, biting my top lip, waiting. And then she breathed out sharply,
audibly, and began to pee.
It splashed onto my hair, first. I watched in the mirror as it
arched out from between her legs, slightly yellow-coloured even as it moved
through the air, and landed on me, bouncing off my hair, running down over
my bare skin. It felt warm, and I could smell it already. I remembered to
put one hand between my legs and start rubbing myself there gently, just as
she opened her eyes. She smiled, watching her pee cascade over my naked
body.
`Tip your head back, and open your mouth, dear', she murmured. I
obeyed, and she moved her body slightly, directing the flow onto my
face. It hit my cheek, and some ran into my open mouth. It tasted hot,
almost salty, almost sweet. For a second the flow came straight into my
mouth, spilling out, running down my chin, and I had to swallow in order
not to choke. It seemed to go on forever. It was overwhelming; her pee
became all I could taste, all I could smell. She pissed all over me, on my
face, in my mouth, on my tits. It ran down my skin and pooled around me on
the tiles. Eventually it there was one final, juddering spurt, and then it
was over. She stepped back and looked at me, and smiled.
`You really do look lovely like this. But you've not thanked me for
your little treat.'
`Thank you, Mistress.' She looked at me questioningly again,
waiting. `Uh, thank you for using me as your toilet.' I couldn't believe
I'd just said that, but it seemed to please her.
`That's better.' She took a firm grip of my hair, and, fairly
gently, tugged on it, showing me that I was to kneel. She moved to stand in
front of me, her exposed pussy perhaps an inch from my face. I could see
shiny drops of pee still clinging to her. `Now, I think it's time for you
to have a little lesson in how to please your mistress.'
And for what must have been about twenty minutes she guided me as I
licked and tongued her. She kept one hand resting on my head, fingers
loosely intertwined with my hair as she instructed and directed me. I could
feel the pee on my body drying and becoming sticky. I was still, I think,
in a state of shock from what had just happened; it hardly seemed weird to
have my tongue inside someone's cunt. The hard tiles hurt my shins and my
knees, and after a while my tongue started to feel tired. I got a crick in
my neck, too. To begin with she just tasted of pee, but after a while
another, different taste and smell came through, thicker, muskier. She
tasted the way she felt, warm and sticky, almost cloying. Eventually her
breathing quickened, and she swore twice, and tugged hard on my hair,
pulling my face into her, pushing herself into me as she came.
For a moment after that we were both quiet, her standing, me
kneeling. Then she knelt down and kissed me lightly on the forehead.
`You did very well, Kate. In fact, you've done very well all day. I
knew you would. The very first time I saw you I knew that you were strong
and brave enough to make a wonderful little slave.' I really didn't know
whether to feel pleased by that or not. `As a reward I'm going to give you
some time by yourself, to get nice and clean. There are towels in that
cupboard, and I want you to feel free to use any of the shampoos and soaps
and creams, anything you want, okay?' She pointed to a little clock on the
shelf beside the sink. `I want you to come upstairs in forty minutes'. She
kissed me again, on the cheek this time, and left.
The door had a little latch on it, and I locked it. I knew it
didn't make any difference, but it still made me feel a little
better. Forty minutes, all to myself. I got the shower hose, and used it to
clean the floor a bit. The tiles were slightly sloped, leading to a little
plughole set into the corner, and so it was pretty easy to quickly wash
most of her pee away. I sat on the toilet and peed, and then had a shower
myself. It was a great shower. You could make the water go really hot, and
the water pressure was so good that if you wanted you could make it feel
like needles, make it feel almost like it was scouring your skin away. By
the time I was finished my skin felt red and raw, and I almost felt
clean. Almost, but not quite. I still had twenty five minutes left, so I
ran a bath, and poured in about five or six different kinds of bath
foam. When I stopped running the water there was a huge mound of bubbles,
almost spilling out of the tub, and the room smelt like a cross between a
jungle and the perfume section of a department store. I stepped in, and let
my body sink down into the bubbles and the water, closing my eyes. I'd been
frightened that I might fall asleep and miss my deadline, but I didn't
really feel sleepy. I felt sort of wired, the way you do sometimes when
you're really tired.
I was out of the bath and dry with two minutes to go. The towels
were huge and fluffy and soft. I didn't have any clothes to put on, and my
collar had of course stayed on the whole time, so, with one last look
around my temporary sanctuary, I stepped out and walked upstairs. The
lights in the bathroom went out automatically a second after I left. I felt
clean, but light, almost empty, as if my bath had hollowed me out.
She was upstairs when I got there, sitting on the bed, leafing
through a book. There was music playing, though I couldn't see the
speakers. It was classical music, lots of strings, but I think it must have
been modern, experimental. Some bits were very quiet and soothing, and then
it would suddenly become harsh and discordant. I didn't like it very
much. She smiled at me.
`There you are. Did you have a nice bath?' She stood up. `I thought
we'd play for a little bit longer before bedtime.'
In the big space in the middle of the room she had set up a kind of
metal frame. It was about waist height, with a sort of padded dip in the
middle of the top bar, and legs extending on either side to keep it
stable. She gestured me over, and showed me how to bend over it, my waist
supported by the dipped bit. It was quite high for me; it forced me onto my
tiptoes. She put little leather and metal manacles around each of my
ankles, and chained them to the bottom of the frame, and then did the same
to my hands on the other side. Now I was trapped there, bent almost double,
my legs spread wide, my bottom high in the air.
`Oh yes, we can have lots of fun this way.' She ran a fingernail
lightly along my back and down between my slightly parted bum cheeks, and
an involuntary shudder ran through me. She tapped her finger against my
puckered hole, as if testing the resistance, and then moved her hand down
to my pussy. Gently she traced her fingertips over me, in little circles,
occasionally stopping to stroke the tops of my thighs. She took her time,
going very slowly, sometimes taking her hand away altogether, making me
wait for the next touch, making me guess where it might come. In a way it
was almost unbearable, but in another way it was really rather
nice. Eventually she stopped, and moved away behind me. My body, more than
my mind, felt expectant. It was like my skin was hungry, waiting for more
physical contact, of whatever kind.
`You're very wet down there, did you know that?' She was back,
standing in front of me. With my head forced down the way it was, I could
only really see her legs. `I love girls who juice up nice and quickly.' She
put a kind of case down on the ground, where I could see it. It was like a
drawer, really. I guess she probably had a rack full of them. Inside it,
set into a nice moulded lining, was a selection of dildos, all black, all
looking absolutely huge to me.
`Have you ever had a cock inside you, Kate?'
Strangely, given that I was naked and spreadeagled, and about to
have my body violated once again, I actually felt embarrassed by the
question. I shook my head.
`Well, don't worry. In the right hands these can be a lot better
than a real cock. And you don't need to fret, I'll break you in nice and
gently. I don't want to hurt my precious little slave. Not too much,
anyway.'
She selected a dildo from the box. It was quite long, horrifyingly
to my eyes, but it was at least fairly slim, not really much thicker than a
tube of lipstick. The same width as two of my fingers pushed tight
together, perhaps. She knelt down, and held it to my mouth, and I let her
slide it between my lips. Thankfully she didn't try to force too much in.
I sucked on it as best as I could from that position, and after a moment
she tugged it out, stood up, and walked behind me. All my nerves felt like
they were on fire. She let me wait, let me wait until I thought I was going
to burst with anticipation and dread, and then I felt the rounded tip
pushing, gently but insistently, against my lips. I suppose I must have
been pretty damp down there, like she said, because it seemed to slide in
fairly easily. She put perhaps an inch in, and then let it sit there,
letting me get used to the feeling of having my body penetrated and
filled. Then she pulled it out a little, not all the way, and slid it in
further, and then again, and again. The third time it felt like it could go
no further, like it was bumping against my insides, and then she slid it
out, and in again, even further, making me gasp. She kept going, speeding
up a little, putting a little more force in it, but maintaining a
rhythm. It hurt a little, especially at the end of each thrust, but I could
also feel this warm feeling spreading through me, and found myself
anticipating each thrust and withdrawal. She kept it up for perhaps five
minutes, and then pulled it out, and walked around to stand in front of
me. She knelt and again put the dildo to my lips. This time I could see it
shining, glinting with my own moisture. I sucked the tip, and licked the
sides, tasting myself. She put it back in the case, and I found myself
wondering if she cleaned them between uses, and who else she had used them
on. She seemed to ponder for a while, and then selected another one. It was
shorter, but an awful lot fatter, with little curved ridges running down it
in spirals. It was probably a little bit thicker than the top of a bottle
of beer. The width of a little tube of hair-spray, maybe. Again I had to
suck it, and then she moved behind me. This time it hurt as it went in. It
really felt like it was stretching me, and I felt a bit scared. She got the
tip in, and held it there, softly stroking my back, soothing me, and then
she suddenly pushed it in hard, as far as she could. I screamed. For a
second I was sure she'd really hurt me, hurt my insides. It felt like I was
totally stretched, filled to bursting. My whole body suddenly felt chilled,
freezing, and my limbs felt numb. Even breathing seemed hard. She let it
stay there for a long time, and stroked my sides softly, and lowered her
face to my skin, and gently kissed me. Eventually I started to feel warmer,
more normal, and it didn't feel quite so terribly huge inside me, and she
started to move it, slowly, carefully, sliding it in and out, just a little
bit at first, and then more. She moved her other hand between my legs, too,
and started to caress me as she slid the thick shaft in and out of me, the
ridges massaging my flesh. She found my clit with a fingertip and started
to stroke and prod it as she began to fuck me faster. Waves of warmth
surged through me, I couldn't think coherently. My brain, in fact my whole
body, felt like I was melting. Finally I came, moaning.
She pulled the dildo out in one smooth motion as I was still
coming, and stroked my back with her hand, soothing me as my breathing
subsided and my body stilled. After a little while she went and collected
the case of dildos and moved off behind me again. I felt totally drained,
exhausted. But she was back, standing in front of me, with another case.
`That's one of your lovely little holes seen to, Kate. Now it's
time for the other one.'
She showed me the case. It was another lot of what looked like
dildos, except this time they were mostly smaller, and made out of what
looked like plastic, instead of heavy latex like the earlier ones. They
were all brightly coloured, reds and purples, and what with all their
little bumps and bulges, I remember thinking they looked like the set from
some bad 60's sci-fi film. There was a little tube in there, too, and she
picked this up and moved behind me. There was a pause, and then I felt her
finger, slick and cold with lubricant, rubbing in a little circle around my
asshole. I gasped with surprise, and then again as her finger slipped
inside me. She wriggled it a little bit, and then pulled it out, with a
slight plopping sound. A second later it was back, with more lube, pushing
around inside me, greasing me up.
She moved back in front of me, and let me smell her finger, but
didn't, to my relief, make me lick it this time. It mostly smelt of
slightly scented lube, with an earthier scent hidden below it. She chose
the smallest toy from the case. It was a light purple colour, about the
same thickness as my index finger, but only a couple of inches long, with a
slight curve. She walked slowly behind me again, and after a second of
anticipation I felt it pushing against me. There was a moment of
resistance, and then it popped inside, and immediately seemed to be
swallowed up; I felt like it was deep inside me. It hurt a little bit, but
not nearly as badly as the thick dildo in my pussy had earlier; again, I
mostly just felt strangely full. She started to carefully work it around,
sliding it in and out very gently, before very slowly tugging it all the
way out. That was the strangest part. It seemed to take ages, and felt
almost like having a poo, except I wasn't doing anything. It was almost a
nice feeling, and almost a horrible one, all at the same time. She moved
back around, and squatted down, so I could see her, and very deliberately,
eyes locked on mine, she licked the tip of the dildo. I swallowed hard.
`Delicious.' She replaced it, and, after careful deliberation,
chose another. This one was longer, perhaps six or seven inches, shaped as
a series of undulating curves, getting wider towards the base. While I was
watching she carefully rubbed lube all over it, and then disappeared behind
me again. The first touch I felt, however, was her hand, caressing me
between my legs. I couldn't stop a sigh from escaping my lips as she
trailed her fingers over my thighs and my pussy lips, which felt very
sensitive, almost swollen. After a minute or so I felt her other hand
investigating my asshole, presumably checking that I was still sufficiently
lubricated. Apparently she was satisfied, for now I felt the tip of the new
toy pressing insistently against my opening, even as she continued to
gently stroke my cunt with her other hand. Again there was a moment of
resistance, and then it seemed almost to be pulled into me. It came very
smoothly at first, and then suddenly it felt huge. I was sure I could feel
it pressing against my insides, with nowhere to go, and the larger bumps
nearer the base seemed to be stretching my asshole incredibly tightly. I
let out a sharp breath. She patted my bottom, never ceasing her
ministrations to my pussy with her other hand.
`Shh, it's okay, you can do it.' She pulled it out a little, and
then back in. It hurt, and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. It
reminded me of when I'd been on school camp a few years before, and I
hadn't had a poo for almost three days, because the toilets there were so
disgusting. When I'd got home again, after I'd hugged my sister, the first
thing I had done had been to go straight to the bathroom. Having a shit
then had felt almost like this, though it had taken more effort; it had
been the same tight, full feeling, the same stinging sensation that made my
eyes tear up. However, on both occasions, hidden beneath the slight pain,
there had been an almost pleasurable sensation, and as she continued to
move the curvy shaft in and out of me that sensation got stronger and
stronger. Her clever fingers between my legs definitely helped, too. She
must have sensed that I was becoming more comfortable, because suddenly I
heard a little clicking sound, and the dildo began to vibrate inside me. If
I had been standing up, rather than being mostly suspended as I was, I'm
sure that I would have collapsed right then. My whole body seemed to go
incredibly weak and distant and tingly. I think I was about to come again
when, without warning, she turned the vibrator off and removed her hand
from between my legs.
`I've been very soft on you so far, Kate, but I'm going to get a
little bit stricter now. As my slave, you may not come without my express
permission. Do you understand me?'
My whole body felt aflame, my nerves sparking. `Yes Mistress, I
understand'. I would have said almost anything right then, I think. I just
wanted to be allowed to climax. She pulled the vibrator out from me,
quickly, not allowing me to savour that funny feeling, and then unlocked my
cuffs. She helped me to stand up and walk to the bed. My legs and arms felt
numb and slightly sore. She told me to lie down, and briskly rubbed my
limbs, getting the blood moving again. It was efficient, but not
sensual. The she lay down beside me on the bed.
`My turn now. Use your mouth on my nipples, please.'
I obeyed. Actually, now that I was feeling fairly aroused, I almost
enjoyed it. I found that I quite liked moving my lips and tongue over her
large, hard nipples, working out from the changing sounds her breath made
what she liked most. Once or twice I managed to make her moan softly, and
felt very pleased with myself. After a while she grunted, and told me to do
her cunt next. She was slightly out of breath, and her voice sounded a bit
funny. I moved down, and lowered my face between her legs. Again there was
that strong musky scent, which I still wasn't sure if I liked. I kissed and
licked her thighs and mound and lips, trying to remember the things she'd
told me to do earlier, and then let my tongue slip, slightly curled up,
inside her. I wanted to touch myself, but didn't dare. She moaned, and
swore twice, quite loudly. I saw her fingers clench at the bedspread,
relax, and then tighten again, and she came, moaning. My lips and face felt
wet and sticky, and I could still taste her.
We lay quietly on the bed for a moment, and then she looked at me,
her expression hard to read.
`Well, Kate, you look to me like you're still all aroused.' She
tilted her head to one side, watching me. `Are you still horny, little
Kate?'
I lowered my eyes, unable to meet her gaze, and mumbled. `Yes,
Mistress.'
`Louder.'
`Yes, Mistress, I'm still horny.'
She watched me for a few seconds more. `Perhaps we can do something
about that. But you're going to have to beg me again. Or, if you would
prefer, we can call it a night.'
A choice. She was giving me a choice. After an afternoon an evening
of orders, of commands, I finally had brief moment of autonomy. Of course,
my nerves still felt aflame, my body still ached for some kind of
satisfaction. Really, I had no choice at all, and I guess that she knew
it. Still, I paused for as long as I thought I could. Somehow this felt
more humiliating than just taking orders.
`Please Mistress, please, uh, make me come.' I looked at her,
searching for some sign that I was saying the right thing, but her
expression was still blank, unreadable. `Please fuck me Mistress.' Again I
could hardly believe that I'd just said it, but I could feel that warmth
growing between my legs again as I spoke. `Please use my cunt, and, uh, my
asshole, Mistress, please make me come.' She nodded.
`Very well. Lie on your back, knees up, feet on either side of your
bottom. Yes, like that.'
She stood up, and moved off to one side of the room. I closed my
eyes. I couldn't believe I had actually asked for this. What was wrong with
me? I wasn't enjoying myself, was I? I didn't like the things she was doing
to me, the things she made me do? I thought about earlier, being forced to
expose myself, being used as a toilet. I certainly hadn't enjoyed
that. Nah, don't worry about it, I told myself. You're just making the best
of a bad situation.
She came back, carrying a large black dildo and what looked like a
chain of little blue balls, starting small and getting larger, with a loop
at the bottom. She put her hands on my hips and tugged me forward, so that
my bottom was almost sticking over the edge of the bed. I waited to feel
her mouth on my cunt; instead, there was a long moment of nothing, and
suddenly I felt her tongue on my asshole, strong and warm and wet, probing
me, licking, pushing, forcing it's way inside. I could hear my breathing,
loud, ragged-sounding. Her tongue wriggled, and I moaned, I couldn't help
it. Finally the tongue withdrew, swiping one last time across my puckered
entrance.
`What a delicious and receptive bottom you have, Kate.'
Now I heard a buzzing sound, just as she gently pressed the tip of
the large black vibrator against my mound, sending a shiver through me. She
slowly started to trace it over me, over my legs and between them, teasing
me. At the same time I felt the smallest of the blue balls pressing against
my asshole, gradually squeezing in. It felt slightly soft and squishy. She
started to circle the vibrator tip against my cuntlips as she worked the
second ball into my ass. My eyes were squeezed tight-shut. As the third and
fourth balls went in she found my clit with the vibrator, and I moaned
again. My ass felt totally full now, and I could feel the spheres inside
me, moving and jiggling with every little movement I made. She pushed the
vibrator inside me, smoothly, making me grunt, and then she must have
changed the settings. It started to vibrate much faster and harder, feeling
like it was sending shocks through my whole body. And then she tugged on
the chain of balls, pulling them out of my ass, one at a time, and I came
again. This time I think I probably screamed.
I wasn't totally conscious of anything for a little while after
that. I was vaguely aware of her moving about, putting things away, getting
things, but I didn't pay much attention. It was all I could do to lie
still, my eyes closed. She touched my arm.
`Time for bed. You will sleep on the floor.'
She clipped a long chain to my collar, and attached it to a bolt on
a nearby pillar. She had put a pillow and a big, soft-looking fleecey duvet
on the floor to one side of the bed, and I lay down there. It was actually
quite comfortable, and the chain was long enough to not feel too
constraining. Of course, I was so tired by then that I could probably have
slept upside down in a cave of bats. My face was still sticky with the
juice from her cunt, and my pussy and my bottom felt strange, tired and a
bit sore. She went downstairs for a little while, probably to use the
bathroom, and by the time she came back I was almost asleep. She turned the
music off, and the lights, and got into bed.
The last thing I remember that night was her voice. `Sleep
well, Kate. We're going to have a tiring day again tomorrow, with lots of
fun adventures. I want to go out and show my little slave off to everyone.'
And then sleep claimed me.