Admissions of a Female Slave Pt. 6
The sting from the hook jammed in Ali's nose made her groan loudly. Her teeth clamped down on the rubber-wrapped ring positioned between her teeth and her captor's tongue, spilling saliva onto the floor. Then a swift whoosh and a distinct CRACK sounded as the riding crop lashed her right butt cheek, forcing out another shriek. "Don't slow down, whore, unless you want to be seen," the commanding voice near her instructed, prompting Ali to speed up once more. However, this was quite challenging for her, as her arms and legs had been secured, forcing her to drag herself across the hallway with her elbows and knees.
The musical tinkling filled her ears, and the pull on her nipple clamps reminded her they were still intact. Fortunately, these rubber-tipped alligator clamps were more forgiving than the cruel clover clamps she was previously subjected to.
Another slap resounded, striking her behind. "Perchance you require additional spurring?" Ali whimpered in response, still wrestling to move forward. Meanwhile, the vibrating sensations in her cunt and anus intensified, causing her to moan loudly. The tail plug and vibrating dildo securely fastened in their places by a steel chastity belt only encouraged her to strive harder.
She continued stumbling ahead, eyes streaming with tears. "Uh, we're not even halfway done with this walkie, you must try harder!" Another moan escaped her lips as she teetered on the edge of an orgasm. She instinctively pressed her body forward, feeling the budding climax begin to overwhelm her.
Her alarm blasted, waking her from her dream-induced stupor. Her eyes sprang open to reveal her fingers covered in her juices. "So near, even in my dreams, I was on the brink of climax, but my cruel Mistress controlled me," she thought in a daze, staring at her fingers. A sigh - simultaneously powerful and pathetic - escaped her lips as she peeled herself off her comfortable bed. The source of her torment lay right next to her, inconveniencing her simply by being there.
"Good morning, Mistress," she typed on her computer with a forced, hesitant flare, bumping against the knotted crotch rope binding her.
"Good morning, slut," the reply vibrated. "Did you sleep well? Would you like to cum?"
"Please, Mistress, can I cum?!"
"No!" The curt response echoed in her head. "Now be attentive. I'm about to board my flight and will touch down in three to four hours. I want to see you at my hotel door at precisely 5 PM. Do you recall the hotel and the room number?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Great. You'll have a week for this. Be ready to take a few days off work. I'll contact you when I arrive." With that, her mistress hung up, leaving her in sweaty frustration, clenching the rope that had been mercilessly teasing her, hugging the knots tightly with her fingers. She couldn't help but quake in excitement as she considered what awaited her, but couldn't fathom what would come the following week.
No sooner had she stood and approached her laptop, she glanced at the screen to notice her Mistress was already online. Sitting down, she winced upon feeling the knots rubbing against her clit and slit, nearly sliding along her skin as she hesitated. "Good morning, Mistress," her keypad quietly typed.
"Good morning, whore," the response bounced back. "Did you have a dream about cumming? Do you wish to cum?"
"Yes, Mistress, may I cum?"
"No!" The terse phrase stung like an electric shock, drawing a groan of disappointment from the young woman. "Plans for the next few hours? Arrangements to make sure I can fuck you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Excellent. I'll be attending meetings and other formalities while I'm at work, but my afternoons and evenings are reserved for you. While I'm at work, though, mistress - I'm sure I'll find inventive ways to keep you in a state of pleasure." The computer screen blanked out, and Ali was left tangled in her web of rope, cropping her mouth with thick panting and bites on her lower lip. "Thinking of when I'm done with yesterday's events, a week seems like a lifetime," she murmured, too wide-eyed to imagine what her mistress had planned for her the next week. Standing up proved a bit difficult for her spasms, the knotted rope pulsing with the dammed arousal. Shuffling to the bathroom, she delighted in the freedom to remove the device, even if it promised her only minimal relief. "A week...so cruel," she murmured, planting her face in her blanket.
Hours later
Ali's fingers encoded her thoughts into text as she typed her message to her Mistress. "Good morning, Mistress."
"How did you sleep?" mistress typed back.
"Good morning, Mistress, I slept very well."
"Do you ever have dreams of cumming?"
"More often than not, Mistress Kat. I have them so much it's like a recurring nightmare. Yesterday's dream in particular left me severely frustrated even after waking, Mistress Kat. I ultimately was denied a release then as well."
"I apologize, I'm sure you will be able to share my cock."
"Thank you, Mistress. If not anytime soon in your room today, may I please use your toys to practice?"
"You've got my permission. But I'm giving you only five minutes before you must send them back."
The time had run its course and it was time to prepare. "Fine, I'll return them. I am your toy, after all." The devices were returned to Megan.
Alison paused, contemplating when she might find an excuse to need her Mistress's help.
Ali's body trembled as hot water missed her skin. Holding on to the bathroom wall, she felt her muscles contract involuntarily when too much stimulation hit her vagina, and she clamped her lower lip to stifle several moans. Once the shower was over, she used her towel to wipe herself carefully, making sure not to cause any additional agitation. She then had to replace the rope which caused pain as she tightened it, knowing her mistress would examine it later and wouldn't be pleased if she had let up.
Phoning her bedroom, she filled her wardrobe with skirt and blouses, according to her mistress's orders. Skirts and blouses made of billowy, luxurious fabrics were the only options. Additionally, she collected her playthings, especially her favorite leather hood. It took very little time to pack them all, and she prepared the dishes, making sure she cleaned her kitchen before leaving her home. Born out of obedience to her mistress, walking these rosen paths around naked had become customary.
Ali's heart raced. In merely 6 days, she had developed an instinctive habit of walking around in her apartment practically undressed. She had a loud gasp, wishing that her closest confidant knew about her fetish and sadistic tendencies. Her school friend, Georgette, could attest to their 14-year friendship; but Ali never revealed her secret to anyone—not even the one who had witnessed certain parts of her development. Although Georgette knew about Kat, Ali had been conversing with a woman named Kat, the meeting date was quickly approaching.
She sent a text to her friend, while her eggs and hash browns fried. As she paired the meal, her mind was occupied with Kat's hidden intentions. Excitement made her goosebumps visible, and she couldn't stop the impulses in her pleasure zone. Teasing herself, Ali allowed her hand to wander in her crotch. Shaking her head, she pulled her hand away, only to replace it as it gathered the taste of her arousal and the lingering scent of leftover urge.
Later, after scrubbing her kitchen, she settled onto her couch to watch TV. Her thoughts cycled back to that message from Kat; she had touched down at the airport. Slouching back onto the couch, her thoughts lingered because of hers had taken over her heart. Taking a deep breath, she got back to her feet, closing her apartment door.
Stepping into her tiny humble vehicle, she followed the road until she stopped at a luxurious resort. She got out of her vehicle and surveyed the place, not knowing how wealthy it was. Parking near the guest's parking area, she strode to the extravagant entrance.
Entering the magnificent lobby, Ali's hear caught in her throat. The place looked like an overblown timeless Zhonghua ballroom. The skin on her upper body chilled, jolted out of its trance when she felt a hand caress her shoulder. Turning around, she almost gasped at the sight of Georgette. The tall lady was over six feet, not surprising since she towered over Ali. Her hair reached her shoulders and had been cut messily. Proudly, Ali could confess that it suited her.
They hugged each other, hearts racing with the familiarity. Ali's hands gripped her shoulders, gasping with astonishment.
"Georgette...where's your bra?" The woman looked at Ali with disbelief.
"Are you serious about this woman? Really? I mean, you're not, like, playing around with me, right?" Her chest puffed out in pride. "Well, what if you are? I'll still be happy for you." She smiled.
Georgette embraced her again, chuckling. Without blinking, Ali felt her heart beat excitedly, and a smile pushed its way trough the layers of her face. "Thanks," she murmured, her eyes leap up in hopefulness, anticipating a critical look but instead found a radiant expression. "I'm very excited."
This realization shocked her, but Georgette seemed to know about her stable self-esteem. "I do too," she admitted, both girls smiling warmly. "Whatever brings you joy, I'll partner with you. Good for you. I hope it goes smoothly as you wish."
Ali couldn't help but chuckle a bit nervously if only her friend knew what she really desired. "Hey Georgie," she heard her pal cringe at the nickname, she disliked it and wasn't too fond of her own name either, but had been given her grandmother's name. "I, um, thanks... for... coming..."
Her chum embraced her one more time. "Chill out, that's what I'm here for. Now, go introduce yourself to this woman and enjoy yourself, I'll just be here waiting for your text." She gave Ali a kiss on the forehead and went off to sit down.
Watching her friend leave, Ali couldn't help but feel a tad guilty. It was her fault she and Georgie hadn't seen each other much. Ali had moved out ahead of her friend by a year, becoming accustomed to being alone. The solitude had intensified her shyness, and now she'd be spending more time with an unknown woman than she had with her best friend in months.
Sighing, she promised to fix that. Then she picked up her luggage and walked to the elevator. It was almost 5 o'clock and Kat lived on the top floor's penthouse. Thankfully, no one else got in the elevator with her and there were no stops along the way. The entire ride she felt her heart pounding in her chest, trembling and sweating. She was doing this - meeting a woman who wanted to control her, dominate her, own her - for real.
A soft squeak slipped from her lips as the elevator stopped and the doors opened, surprisingly revealing a cosy sitting area. There was just one door on the opposite side from the elevator, marked 'PENTHOUSE'. Ali took a shuddering breath and reached out toward the door. She could flee, leave, disconnect from the chat - no obligation to meet Mistress Kat. On the other hand, return to her lonely, dull life with no purpose other than dreams that would never come true?
Steeling herself, Ali knocked firmly on the door. A long silence. Finally, the door opened. "Hello, pet, I've been dying to meet you." The voice was warm and sensual, making her stomach flutter.
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