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5.
I awoke to the strangeness of the hotel room. Kate wasn't there, nor could I see any note from her. After a split second of alarm, I saw her bags and clothes were still there. I sagged back, knowing that she must have just gone out for a walk or something. Memories of the night we had shared ran through my mind, as I lay there in sex sodden sheets, inhaling our mingled scents.
I had always known I was submissive, had always been the giver in any relationship. But I had never thought of myself as a girl who wanted pain or humiliation. These were things she had subjected me to though and rather than being outraged, I had found myself hungering for more. I had been excited by her forceful nature and the casual manner in which she had used my body for her pleasure.
After I had agreed to be her short time girl, she had told me to move up and lie beside her. She'd spent a while whispering close in my ear, fondling me and telling me that she liked a girl to give of herself completely. She'd entered me with her fingers, curling and twisting them as she kissed my ear and neck. Just as I'd been on the verge of cumming she had stopped.
"Oh no, girl." She'd said, "Orgasms are mine to permit, not yours to take."
She'd caressed my breasts and twisted my nipples as she sucked my tongue. Her finger had slowly and gently entered my bum as she sucked my nipples. Then, in spite of her admonishment, I'd cum. What a climax it was; a shuddering, overwhelming, irresistible orgasm that washed over me like a wave in winter. I had blanked out into a sort of delicious daze; only find myself rudely shaken back to full awareness.
Kate had pushed me roughly onto my front and, God help me, she'd slapped my arse. She'd spanked it hard and many times. As she'd done so, she spoke quite softly, telling me over and over, that she'd told me not to cum without permission. The change in her had been so startling, so frightening and the spanking so humiliating, that I'd cried. The blows had finally ceased and her harshness with it. She'd held me then, stroked me and kissed my eyes, all the while whispering kindnesses in my ears. Above all, she'd explained me to myself. As odd as it had all sounded, I'd not contradicted her assertion of my submissiveness.
At some point, I don't know when, she'd talked to her girl back in the states. Told her all about me and all the while I had been both appalled and strangely excited. The humiliation of hearing her describe my face as being covered with her juice had only made me wetter!
Through the night I had drifted in and out of sleep, having been awakened often by her demands for further lovemaking. At one point she'd had me kneel before her in the toilet as she peed. I must have looked shocked but she had merely stroked my face as I looked up at her and told me that intimacy was the key and that intimacy came in many forms. When I'd taken my turn peeing, she'd stood beside me and then leaned down and kissed me. I had felt, quite simply…loved.
As I lay there, my thoughts came round to the moment and I knew I must stir but I didn't really know what to do. All my fresh clothes were in my room and I had no idea where Kate was. Finally, I got up to shower and wash my hair. Out of sheer curiosity I opened her wardrobe, feeling a little naughty for doing so. I touched her clothes and could not resist holding them to my naked body.
I looked for and collected my own clothes from around the room. Then, at a loss, I lay back on the bed and mindlessly watched the telly. Then the phone rang. I hesitated but then picked it up.
"Good morning," she said.
"Hi." The relief must have been obvious in my voice.
"I'm in the lobby and wondered if you'd like some breakfast?"
"My clothes are in my room."
"Is that a problem?"
"No, I can go there and change."
"That's fine. I have my room key so I'll see you in the dining room. Wear a pair of my panties"
She rang off and I was immediately lost in a sea of confusion. Was this breakfast to be a cold goodbye? No, of course not, what an insecure thing I was. She had told me to wear a pair of her panties, so this was the beginning. The beginning of all she had alluded to over our long night.
After a brief search in her drawer, I selected a pair of her panties. Dark blue silk, thin, soft and with a string up the back. Just stepping into them and pulling them over my hips aroused me amazingly. It was so intimate and "intimacy was the key".
I scuttled to my own room, hoping not to meet anyone, as I was wearing yesterday's dress and carrying my hat! My underclothes were all in my handbag. I arrived without encounter and, relieved, entered my room and changed. It took me a few minutes, choosing what to wear, even from such a skimpy selection. I had expected to go home this day so I'd packed very little. I decided on the blue shirt-waister rather than the jeans and decided against stockings. I did a few repairs then hurried down to the dining room.
She sat at a table reading a newspaper. She looked up as I sat down.
"Hi." I smiled and she smiled back.
"You were sleeping so soundly, I decided to take a walk."
I should have worried that others would hear and draw the right conclusion from her words but it never occurred to me.
"I wondered." Was all I said.
She was wearing a pair of dark green trousers and a cream blouse. Her hair shone like silver in the sunlight that flooded through the window. I suddenly realized how little I knew about her. She ate heartily while I pecked at some fruit. She was brimming with confidence. I was a mindless wreck but happy in my confusion.
"We'll go to your house today and I'll work out our agenda from there. Ok?"
"Fine, great, thank you."
The inane reply echoed in my head. Thank you? For God's sake, get a grip on yourself, Samantha, I chided myself.
She had arrived by train so we traveled in my old, temperamental Fiesta. She derided it of course. American cars were, she said, bigger and faster. And we, I said, were not in America and this was the best that I could afford. That evoked one of her smiles. She had a way of changing direction, conversationally, without embarrassment. She might ignore a question totally or answer it so fully that, in the end, you had forgotten the question itself. She touched me often. Her fingers were sometimes as soft as kisses and at others, sharp as the taps of a school mistress's pointer.
"Is there a sex shop in Plymouth?"
"Er…."
"Oh come on, girly, you must know."
"Yes, but I don't imagine it's open today."
"Fine, tomorrow then, I left my strappy at home, didn't fancy being embarrassed by some British Customs agent"
My God. As offhand as this little exchange was, the certain knowledge that the following evening she was going to be fucking me set me to flowing.
When we reached my house we carried the bags inside and I offered to make coffee. As I prepared to do so, she walked around the house as if inspecting it with a view to buying it. I then heard her going upstairs. I shrugged off a moment's resentment at her presumption and busied myself with the percolator and setting out my nicest cups. Then my two cats began harassing me to feed them and as I did so, I looked up to find she had returned and was watching me.
"Just the two?"
"Yes."
"Fine."
Once more I wondered at the workings of her mind?
After we had finished our coffee, I found that she had taken her bags, and mine, upstairs. She had unpacked my bags into my drawers and wardrobe and placed hers in the little bedroom that served as my study. A grand term for a room with a pine table supporting a computer, a single bed and two chests of drawers. That bed wasn't made up so I had no idea what she planned. I was soon to learn.
6.
Why do the British drive such awful cars? God help me, I thought I was in soviet Russia. It could not have been more than four feet long and seldom reached 40 mph. Even that seemed alarmingly fast for something that should have been crushed years ago.
Her cottage was, however, delightful. Small, but very pretty. While she fussed around making coffee, I unpacked. Her bedroom was unfussy with an iron bedstead and pure white linen and little storage. I unpacked for her to give myself a chance to look through her things. I threw my stuff in her den. At home we'd have called it a walk in closet but it appeared that she worked in it too. Two cats had followed me. I like cats and these were ok. One watched me with hooded eyes as I looked her stuff over, a closet police cat.
I found her vibrator in a drawer with her panties. It was red and small but the batteries were fresh. Good girl. There was also a set of ass beads. So, not quite the prissy English girl one might have thought!
I followed the cats back down to her surprisingly large kitchen. I sat at an oak table and she served me coffee. Yes, served. She did not give me coffee, she served it.
"Which panties did you choose?" She went to answer but I said, "No, show me."
She lifted her dress, which showed that something had stuck, and there were the blue ones. I'd have bet a Buick on that.
"Sit down, Samantha; we have some talking to do. Actually, I'll talk and you'll listen."
And, with that, I proceeded to tell her what I had decided during my morning walk.
"You," I said, "are submissive."
I stood and walked around to stand behind her and placed my hands on her shoulders.
"I am dominant. Think of us as two sides of the same coin. You have not clarified what you need in your own mind but I have."
When she tried to say something, I placed my hand over her mouth.
"This could be for the next two days or it might be forever, neither of us knows. But what I do know is this; I am going to take you deep into yourself and you're going to love it. Maybe you won't exactly "love" all of it, but you will love the package. The totality."
I kissed the top of her head.
"Now, get upstairs and shower. Then lay on top of your bed, face down. I'll be there soon."
And she went, like a lamb to the slaughter. As I watched her ass depart, I felt a rush in my panties like I hadn't felt in years.
Anyone who has never had the pleasure of seeing a girl, freshly scrubbed, lying naked and face down on a bed, waiting for her, has missed one of the finest sights in the world. I walked into that room and stood, looking at her. I told her to remain still and went to shower myself.
I took my time of course. She had nice soap and shampoo and I made sure she was going to eat from a clean plate. I dried myself off and rubbed my hair. Then I walked into the room and there she lay, still on her front, her head turned to see me. She smiled and I smiled back. I had every reason to.
"What did you mean about taking me deep into myself?"
Normally I'd have told a sub not to speak until she was spoken to but this girl was bright and also new to the game so I decided I should let it go. She needed a bit of special handling. I sat beside her on the bed and placed my hand on her back.
"I gave you a spanking last night, didn't I?"
"You certainly did."
"Why?"
"Because I came without your permission."
No problem with her memory then.
"Right. You see, Samantha, this will only work for us if I am in control. You, have to give up control to me. You have to do that for both of us. You have to learn from your mistakes and accept discipline."
She started to say something but I spoke over her.
"If I had been wrong about you then that little spanking I gave you last night would have sent you running out the door, but you stayed because, whether you knew it or not, you needed it and liked it. My call to Emmy upset you, but you stayed. Together we're going to see how deep your need for submission is. We will start slowly. We won't rush our fences. We shall learn about each other, do things together. And we will fuck."
I lowered myself to the bed and lay down beside her. I kissed her mouth and stroked her. She kissed me back and I turned her on to her side, facing me and we embraced and kissed. That gentle, loving contact felt as good as anything I had ever had. We made love. We didn't fuck, she made love to me and that, for me, was not a common experience.
Our mouths explored each other's, tongues squirmed together. Our breasts pressed together. Each of us with one thigh between the other's. I broke the kiss and moved my head to her breast and, as she stroked my hair, I suckled on her. Then I drew her face to my nipple and caressed her as she returned the favor. Her hair fell across me as she slithered down over my belly, her mouth left a wet trail across me that ended where her tongue probed my navel. Her hair made me shiver when it ran over my pussy before her mouth took its place. And then she was there, covering me, opening me, spreading my lips and I felt her tongue lap at me, gentle, firm… wonderful. She gave me a long, delicious exploration and when I could tke no more, I came. I came hard, bucking up under her and pushing myself up to her mouth. I came long, with a drawn out moaning. I came wet with her lapping at my flood. God, how I came.
Nothing was said for the longest time and then she looked up at me from between my thighs with an impish grin.
"Do I get to spank you?"
I laughed then, laughed and pulled her up to me. I hugged her and licked myself from her face. I held her, nibbled her and kissed her.
It was 5 o'clock in the afternoon.
7.
Her demeanor brooked no argument, her voice no interruption. She wasn't discussing, she was explaining, telling.
When she told me how it would be and how much I needed it, I was not, at first, utterly convinced. I was still, I suppose, harbouring visions of some mad control freak who might lash me to my bed and beat me until I bled and screamed and begged her to stop. But of course, I knew this wasn't Kate. Her words bored into me and something in some far recess of my mind tuned into them, like a radio listening for alien life from the furthest depths of the universe. The reception was poor but the truth, the undeniable truth, seemed to be that she saw what I had not.
We made love on my bed. It was beautiful. We seemed to know exactly what the other wanted and needed and gave that. We felt lovely together. She came like some inexorable force was being pushed out of her, like she had been waiting to climax for years. Her body behaved like that of a woman in torture, writhing and twisting and rising as I used my mouth, tongue and hands. She tasted like the nectar of the Gods. I didn't cum that first time, I didn't even want to. Her climax was mine. As she came down from her orgasm I licked her clean, re-exploring every fold and crease. I drank her. I gave.
When I joked about spanking her for cumming without permission her eyes briefly closed and I wondered if I had broken the spell but then she laughed. The laugh came from her abdomen and spread up under her small breasts and escaped from between her lips like an eruption, mimicking her orgasm. Then we lay together for a while in a glowing aftermath.
I raided the fridge and made us a dinner of pork tenderloin in a cream and mushroom sauce with some wild rice and mushrooms. I had some cold white wine, crisp and dry from New Zealand and we drank most of the bottle. I found some ice cream. We had coffee and some brandy that was left over from Christmas.
I wore pajamas and she my black, silk dressing gown. As we ate, we talked and touched. I learned of her past and more of her way of life. I listened, rapt. I answered her questions and, by eleven, I knew much more about her and had revealed myself in return.
We showered together. Washed and dried each other and then we went to bed and made love again. This time it was I who lay, legs spread, as she probed me, her fingers and mouth everywhere, no holes barred. I moaned and begged but she looked up at me and merely shook her head and resumed my torment. She looked up again, eons later, smiled and nodded as her fingers crossed inside me and her thumb rubbed my clitoris. Then it was my turn and it seemed to take an age to arrive, welling up from somewhere inside me and overflowing like lava from a volcano, with aftershocks that shook me long after she had moved to lie with me in the crook of her arm and my head on her shoulder.
Why, I asked myself, was she never there when I woke up? So, I thought, flopping my head back on the pillow, not some crazy then. Just a woman, but a woman who was capable of giving and taking the most amazing pleasure. I got up and pulled my dressing gown on and went downstairs. She was sitting on my sofa, reading the paper. She looked up at me and smiled,
"Good morning, Sweetie."
I bent to kiss her and she touched my face.
"Breakfast?" I asked.
"Oh God, yes, I'm starving."
Nothing left in the fridge, of course, except eggs. I scrambled four and served them on toast with some fresh parsley. I had orange juice and made fresh coffee. She ate, as she always seemed to, heartily.
"And now, my love…"
She called me my love, it was the first time and she'd said it slowly so that I would notice it.
"And now, we are going shopping."
The "we" was definitely emphasized. And so, shopping we went.
Before we left she chose my clothes for me. She went through my wardrobe and drawers and it seemed utterly natural. I usually hate people touching my things but I loved sitting on the bed and watching her examine and hold up my clothes. She settled on a red skirt and a white blouse. She had me wear another pair of her panties and, in view of the weather; she decided I was to be bare legged. A pair of tan sandals completed her choices.
I dressed and went downstairs to wait for her. She took her time and joined me looking delicious in another pair of slacks, cream this time, and a thin-knit, black vest that seemed to have drawn her nipples out further than I could. The black of her vest contrasted with her hair vividly. She was gorgeous. We got in the car and drove to town.
8.
God, but that car was a trial! We drove into a nearby town which Samantha said was where she worked, poor thing. We parked and walked. The streets were rather depressing but we enjoyed the warm sun.
The fetish shop was surprisingly good though, and the salesgirl was friendly and helpful. Some of my purchases required Samantha's presence, others, well; they were to be a surprise. I bought a strap-on and enjoyed seeing Samantha's face turn damn near the same colour as her scarlet skirt as I casually discussed its size both with her and the young girl serving. I chose a slim one, because Samantha wasn't big and also it would do for her ass, although I decided not to share this information with her just yet. It had a delightful little extension that curled down to fit into the wearer and it fit perfectly in the soft leather strap I selected. I bought a few items of clothing for both of us then told her to go to a café we'd passed and wait for me. She hesitated and I decided it was time to turn up the heat a little. Loud enough for the assistant could hear, I said,
"Don't disobey me or question me, Samantha. I told you to go to the café."
She left and the assistant gave me a conspiratorial smile. Clearly, at least some of the English are less backward than others.
The assistant's name was Gill. She was pretty enough and had a good grasp of her stock. I left burdened with few bags but with my Amex card lightened by several hundred bucks. I wandered around the corner to the café. There she sat, looking a little annoyed. I wafted over to her and gave her a big kiss, ignoring her mood.
"I'll have a latte." I said.
She ordered it as I sat down.
"Why did you send me away?"
"Because, I didn't want you there."
"Why not?"
"Now listen, honey, I don't have to explain, I just have to tell you. Understood?"
She didn't like that too much and I knew that I had to take this stage carefully. She might be submissive but she was neither stupid nor was she entirely ready to trust me. Fair enough, we'd only known each other a couple days.
"I'll explain when we get home. Is there a 'Victoria's Secret' in town?"
There was not but she showed me a shop that sold some pretty good lingerie and so, a few more dollars spent, we returned to her home. She was still a little sullen. I didn't care for that a bit but I decided to bide my time. Good things come to those who wait!
We walked in the door and I let her close and lock it and then had her carry the bags to her den.
"No looking, Sweetie, a surprise is a surprise and you'll get to see when I want you to."
She stomped upstairs and I decided it was definitely time for another lesson. When she came down again, I was sitting at her kitchen table.
"Sit down."
She did.
"I will not tolerate your behaviour. I will not accept sullenness or disobedience."
She went to speak but I stilled her with a raised hand. I stared into her eyes and watched her inner struggle, I held her gaze and when she started to lower her eyes from mine I lifted her chin, quite roughly, and made her look at me.
"Do you remember what happened when you came without my permission?"
A nod.
"Say it."
"You spanked my bottom."
"Your bottom? I gave your ass a good beating, right?"
"Yes, Kate."
I watched her. The fight inside her was still going on.
"I'm going to do it again. But, this time, you're going to ask me to."
She said nothing. I got up from the table, left her and went to sit in the sitting room and turned on the TV, which in England isn't much better than their cars. She brought me a glass of wine and went to speak but I smiled sweetly, took the glass and ignored her. She retreated to the kitchen. Several times she invited me to speak with small smiles but I gave her the silent treatment. Finally, I heard her almost whisper from the doorway,
"Kate?"
I kept my eyes glued to the TV.
"Kate?"
This time I looked at her and nodded.
"Please?"
"Please what?"
"You know what."
"Maybe, but you have to say the words, sweetie."
She couldn't. She tried I think but they just wouldn't come out of her mouth. But then I watched her and she seemed to gather her strength and straighten.
"Please, Kate, spank me."
"Why?"
A long silence and another struggle, like watching two wrestlers circle each other, except in this case both combatants were inside one lovely body.
"Because I was disobedient."
"And?"
"And because of my attitude."
She was on the verge of tears. I, however, I was on the verge of flooding a pair of good, silk panties. To see this proper little English girl abase herself like this for me was a huge turn on. I tried to keep the satisfaction and elation from my face.
"I can't spank you while you're standing there now, can I?"
She came to me. I looked up at her and said,
"I will explain this. Once."
Smiling, I stood and led her to a soft armchair.
"You will always take off your panties, bend over the back of the chair and flip your skirt up so I can have a good, clean shot. You will keep your legs a good distance apart. You will accept my hand, or whatever else I decide to use without complaint. You will thank me. Do you understand?"
She nodded.
"Say it."
"I understand."
"Good, then do it."
And she did. She slipped off my panties, bent, lifted her skirt and settled herself with her legs spread. I walked around her, my hand and nails tracing her curves. I walked in front of her and stroked her hair. I knelt down beside her and kissed her. I licked the hint of a tear from her eye.
"Stay there, Samantha."
9.
I know I had been a bit sullen but, God, the way she had dismissed me from the shop was bloody rude. For the rest of the afternoon she'd acted as if nothing had happened, chatting cheerfully and holding my arm or my hand as she breezed through the shops laying out vast sums on her credit card. Once we had got home though it was apparent that she was still very displeased. She told me I had to ask to be spanked! Ask? I nearly told her to get stuffed but something inside stopped me. She left me and I sat, miserable and aching. 'So, Sammy,' I asked myself, 'what do you want?' I took her a glass of wine and wanted to talk about it but she was cold and dismissive.
It seemed that she had made up her mind to keep me in Coventry until I gave in. So in the end, I did what any intelligent girl with a firm grip on reality and no nonsense approach to life would have done… I asked her spank me. I knew what she was doing. I understood perfectly and I knew that I could accept it or lose her. Lose her? That was a void that I just couldn't descend into.
So there I was, bent over my chair with my knickers, or rather hers, off and my skirt hitched up over my back. My legs were spread and I felt utterly wretched. She left me and went upstairs. I heard her return and started to turn to look but she said,
"Close your eyes. Keep them tight shut. I trust you to do that for me."
I kept them closed. I felt her stroking between my legs, rubbing me with that same gentleness she had used before. She opened me and I felt something cool and hard at my entrance where her finger had been. I felt a delicious separation as something, the strap on, I guessed, slipped into me. I was right and I felt it push into me until her legs touched me and the warmth of her body against me made me moan.
Then she spanked me. She used her hand and it hurt. She spanked me in time to her movements in and out of me. As her thrusts got faster, so did her beating. I moaned loudly and started to cry. Her hand stopped but her pelvis didn't, and the heat in my buttocks somehow became one with the heat at my core. I started to writhe, to squirm under her and she caressed me, speaking softly, telling me to wait, hold on for her. She bent herself over me, her breasts hard against my back. She pumped me, reaching under me to squeeze my nipples. I was so close but she kept saying,
"No, no, no."
Then, just as I feared I could no longer hold it, she said,
"Cum with me, darling."
I felt a rush like no other, I felt it radiate from her dildo outward and through me. I shook my head and screamed into the chair and, as we both climaxed she hit my arse again, really hard and pain and pleasure were indivisible.
We lay, coupled, over the back of the chair. I could feel her body moving as she drew in air. Silence. Then she stirred and I felt that delicious sensation caused by her slow withdrawal. So very slow, it felt like some part of me was being drawn out with it.
"Open your eyes."
I had kept them tight shut throughout although it had been entirely unconscious. I opened them and lifted my head to see her, standing in front of me, the dildo poking from her groin and held in place by that leather harness that cupped her mons and had a ridge running down between her legs.
"I think, perhaps, you have forgotten something?"
I looked at her bewildered for a moment and then said,
"Thank you, Kate."
She smiled that gorgeous smile and leaned down to kiss me. She held my face in her hands and kissed me, softly probing me with her tongue. She gently sucked at my lips as she released them.
"Do you understand now?"
I thought about this and then answered her truthfully.
"Actually, no."
"Then why did you ask me to spank you?"
"Because there was nothing else to do."
"Good girl. Shall we have some English tea? Or do you have any more of that lovely wine?"
10.
We sat in silence, side by side, as we sipped our wine. I held her hand occasionally and once turned to kiss her cheek. 'Let her confusion grow.' I thought to myself. My heart had been in my mouth as I had sat there alone waiting for her to come and ask for her spanking. I was afraid she might not ask and I'd have had to leave. I had even wondered when I went upstairs to get the dildo if I would come down to find her still bent over and waiting.
I had stripped off and curled the dildo into myself and tightened the straps. I'd been naked and my nipples hard. I was wet and running with anticipation when I'd got back down to her. Seeing her as I'd left her, I knew the battle, if not the war, was won. Daddy would have been proud of me. I could almost feel her tension through the caresses I gave her before I entered her. When, at last, buried inside her, I'd hit that beautiful butt, the shock, the pain and the pleasure must have crossed all her wiring. It did mine. When I let her cum, it coincided so perfectly with mine. That final slap was not a punishment. I just needed to hurt her, so that pain and pleasure were associated for her. Not a conscious decision, just the right thing to do.
I enjoyed reliving it as we sat there, me naked and she in her red skirt and white blouse. Then I leaned close to her ear and whispered.
"Clean it for me."
I indicated the dildo, now lying on the arm of the sofa. She took it and licked it, starting with the part that had been in me. Her eyes were locked on mine, glistening. She lapped at the part that had been in her. I fingered myself as I watched her. This was just too good. I came again in seconds and as I did so, she took my hand from between my thighs and gently licked my fingers, spreading them and licking the webbing between them, sucking them, taking my essence from them.
"Am I a slut?" she asked.
"Well, I guess you are, Sweetie."
"Good." She said, snuggling alongside me.
I knew that she was confused. That for her, coming to terms with her submissive nature was as hard as it had been for her to understand the fact that she was a lesbian. For me, until now, the fun had been in driving a girl to submit. It was a matter of drawing it out of her, showing her what lay within. Samantha's compliance was tinged with so much affection though that I found myself personalizing her. 'Get a hold of yourself, Kate,' I thought. 'This is just another girl. Another lay. Another notch on the bedpost.' Somehow, I wasn't entirely convinced.
She cooked for us again that evening. It was good; she sure knew her way around a kitchen. I showered, dressed in a black, silk robe, drank wine and watched TV while she cooked, but my mind wasn't on it.
I was beginning to feel that I had to move things along quickly, make my strike. Daddy the General had also been a fisherman and he often talked about striking to catch a fish. I thought my options through carefully. She was obviously willing, bright and interested. She wanted me as a lover. She was prepared to give. The question was, how much? I could not just ask because of course, she wouldn't know the answer. We were going to have to explore together, reach into her and see what was there.
And anyway, what did I want? Was she just going to be a delightful memory? My English dalliance? I had thought so at first but when she had finally asked me to spank her, my heart had melted. It melted again when she thanked me.
Over dinner, she asked me what I'd like to do the next day.
"Do you like to walk?"
"I love to."
"Well, we could go up onto the cliffs and walk if it's nice. It's lovely up there and I'd love to show you."
"Deal," I said.
She tidied up after the meal; she wouldn't have let me help her if I had offered, so I didn't offer. My panties that she'd worn were still on the floor by the chair, like a talisman. I scooped them up and held them to my face. Delicious. She came in from the kitchen and saw me holding them.
"Come here."
She came to me and I lifted her skirt and rubbed the silk gently over her.
"You need to learn more, Pet. Do you want me to teach you?"
"Yes, yes please." She nodded
"I am going to teach you about giving yourself. It will not be easy. You will suffer for your need, and mine. Are you ready for that?"
"I don't know."
"Are you ready to try?"
"Yes. I'll try."
"Good girl."
I held her, tight against me. I kissed her eyes and knew I was going to have to hurt her a little. For the first time in my life I was scared.
11.
I'd gone upstairs as she had told me to. I showered and changed and when I came out of the bathroom she was standing in the bedroom. I gasped, or at least I think I did. She smiled.
Kate was wearing the long black silk nightdress she had bought earlier that day. It had no back, just thin straps that rolled down her shoulder blades. The front was scooped and fell beautifully over her body. Her nearly white hair was shining in the light of my candles.
She handed me a pair of panties and told me to put them on. I must have gaped when I discovered they were crotchless. She smiled.
"I thought you said it was good that you were a slut?"
"Well, yes, but……"
"No buts, Sweetie. Sluts wear things like that for their Mistress."
My Mistress. Was that what she was? Was that what I wanted? God, what was I doing? She went to one of the bags from the fetish shop and, with her back to me, she delved into it.
"Turn round."
I turned my back on her and felt her move to me. She took my right arm in her hand and, as I looked down, I saw her fit a leather cuff around my wrist. I lifted it to my face as she repeated the operation with my left wrist. 'Oh God, is this the crazy moment? Is it now I am left, tied to my bed with my throat slit?' Why did the thought seem so ridiculous and why did my mind not rebel?
She fitted similar things to my ankles. As she stood, her hands ran up my legs and moved around in front of me.
"How do they feel?"
"Comfy."
She lifted an eyebrow as if to say that was not exactly what she had in mind but smiled anyway and sat down on the bed.
"I saw that you have some beads."
I didn't know she'd seen them but I couldn't say I cared much.
"Fetch them."
I went to my drawer and got them out. I thought to myself that two days earlier I would have died if anyone knew about them apart from my ex-girlfriend who'd bought them as a joke.
I returned and handed them to her and she examined them slowly. There were five of them, small and yellow and connected to each other by a yellow cord made of some tough material. The cord extended beyond the last bead for a good way, thus, I suspected, avoiding embarrassing losses. She put them on the bedside table. My eyes followed her hand as she reached into one of the bags from our shopping trip.
"A gag for my pet." she smiled and held up a red ball with straps coming from it, "You like?"
"What's it for?"
"What is a gag always for, silly girl? Don't want you frightening the neighbours now, do we?"
This was another moment for me. She stood a distance away from me, holding the gag thing, stroking it and rolling it in her hands. She looked at me and said,
"Show me."
I didn't need to ask. I turned and bent and spread my cheeks again. I heard what sounded like a small moan and then she came to stand in front of me. She touched my face with one hand while with her other she touched the ball to her pussy. She rubbed herself with it and then, pulled it away and held it so I could see her wetness on it.
"Stand up straight and open your mouth."
I did and she pressed the ball into my mouth and tied it in place.
It wasn't large. It was soft and tasted of her. I was fairly comfortable with it there. I'd played at a few things with my ex. She had once tied me to the headboard and we'd nearly died giggling although I was sure it had done a lot more for me than it had for her. I felt like giggling again but this wasn't a giggling moment. She was acting like a priestess in some sacred ritual, serious and deliberate. I felt that, somehow, this was a pivotal instant but I wasn't sure why. The word "Mistress" kept ringing in my mind like a familiar sound that for some reason I could not identify. I was trying to make sense of it all when her body closed against my back. The silk was cool and soft. It stroked my bum and legs. I could feel her nipples pressed against me.
Her hands came around and she held me with them resting lightly on my stomach. Her mouth was close to my ear and I felt her warm breath on me. Her voice was low and almost hypnotic.
"I won't harm you but this may hurt. You will cum with me inside you. You will find a bit more of yourself tonight. Are you ready?"
I nodded. Her hand went between our bodies and invaded that slit in the panties. She fingered me slowly and said,
"Mmm ….what a slippery girl."
Her finger entered me, deep and curving. Her mouth closed on my neck and she sucked my skin. A hand travelled up my body and cupped my breast. All so slow, so careful, so wonderful.
On one level I was asking myself what I was doing. I was gagged, wearing whore's panties and cuffed at ankle and wrist. On another level I was lost in a confusion of lust. But it didn't feel kinky. It didn't feel wrong. It felt right and it felt like me. Kate's finger was working its magic. All thoughts began to turn to my centre. I pressed down into the palm of her hand.
"Take care, Pet."
I knew what she meant. I was not to cum until she allowed it, but how could I ask to be allowed a release?
"Tonight you get to learn a little more about me and about you too. We're going to explore you a little, for my pleasure. I am going to hurt you. If I hurt you more than you can bear, hold your fingers up in a v sign, understood?"
I turned my head to look at her, a thousand questions in my mind. But when I saw her face, I merely nodded. Her hands slipped away from me. The next moments were a blur. She pushed me onto the bed. She had me kneel there. She fitted something between the cuffs at my ankles so I couldn't close my legs and she clipped the cuffs at my wrists to the bedstead.
I could move my head and watched as she sat beside me on the bed and arranged her nightdress so it was covering her legs, then she moved to roll beside me so that her mouth was at my ear. She stroked my hair behind my ear.
12.
God, but she looked good. That gag was like a plum in her mouth and I thought of that expression about Brits talking like they had one there. Well, this girl wasn't doing any talking. I was wet, as wet as I had ever been. My nipples were on fire and my cunt was singing for the homeland. I whispered in her ear.
"This time, you can cum anytime you want, Sweetie. I'm going to enjoy you my way. I'm going to teach you how a little pain lifts pleasure beyond your experience. Do your best for me Sweetie."
I stroked her naked back, my nails running down her skin. I scratched her gently. I touched her everywhere except between her legs or on her tits. I took it slowly. I reached over and took the beads from the side table and, as she watched, I slowly lifted my nightdress and spread my legs, grinning.
"Mother Nature's own variety of lube, Pet."
I slipped the beads into myself. I left them there to marinate and stroked myself. I was close, but will power prevented me from loosing off yet. Finally, I slipped the beads out and gently eased two into her anus, leaving the rest hanging out. I stroked her between the lips of her cunt. She moaned into the gag. God, but she looked good with that plum in her mouth. I was inclined to go and get her silly, fucking white hat but decided I had to get on with this.
I got off the bed and went once more to my bag of goodies. Concealing them from her, I selected the clamps. They were the screw down type, no need to hurt her more than she could bear, though I hoped that was going to be a fair bit. I took her right nipple between my fingers and rolled it, squeezing it and pulling it. I stretched it and then fitted the clamp securely. Another moan. I repeated the operation with the left nipple. Her head shook a little but her fingers remained together. I whispered encouragement when I tightened it and loved the way the chain hung between them.
"Scared, Sweetie?"
This brought a nod.
"You look delicious."
The beads hung between her cheeks. The chain hung from her nipples. Her mouth was clamped around the ball, her ass high and exposed. I pushed another bead into her.
Then I kissed her ass. I kissed it, licked it and ran my tongue over the beads, down under them to her lips. I kissed her there too. I sucked her lips. I probed her with my tongue then reached under her and started to gently pull the chain. I slipped a finger into her and curled it up as I pulled harder. A second finger entered her. She was writhing on my hand as I pulled the chain harder, then I let it go and started to swat her ass. I hit her, harder and harder, my fingers deep inside her, spreading and crossing. Her head was bent back and up. She shook it with silent pleading but still her fingers remained together. I watched her eyes fill then overflow and my cunt flowed with them, my fluids breaking through my muscles to flood down my thighs as we came together. The tears did it, every time. A strangled moan cam from her and her climax came as mine did. I pulled a bead out and she jerked. She was sobbing and cumming. That worked for me every time as well and another wave washed over me...
A little later I took the spreader from between her ankles, unclipped her wrists and held her to me. She pressed her face into me and her body heaved and it was difficult to tell if she was sobbing or having post-orgasmic spasms. I kissed her hair and stroked it. I rolled her onto her back and kissed her face. I fingered the ball. I reached down and gently palmed her cunt.
And then, it happened. She looked up at me, opened her eyes and nodded. Her eyes were smiling and I knew I was in love. Love? What did I know of love? I stopped, dead in my tracks. I looked down at her and watched puzzlement cloud her eyes as she sensed my turmoil.
I undid the gag and eased it from her.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
I paused only the briefest moment.
"Wrong? What could possibly be wrong, Sweetie?"
I smothered any reply. I kissed her mouth. I sucked her tongue.
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