Silk and Shadows: Chapter 2

Silk and Shadows: Chapter 2

Tale two

"Her figure appeared solely where she touched herself. The rest of her was a vapory mist."

— Arundhati Roy

Then again, my name parallels an archaic narrative concerning Layla and Majnun. The locals christened Majnun because of his infatuation with Layla. Nevertheless, when I received permission to enter the threshold of my future partner on a Friday afternoon, the possibility of madness crossed my mind.

We had been exchanging suggestive messages, triggering a dynamic of mingled passion between us. It was delightful for both: the more she held me in check, the more enraptured I felt, and the more control she held over the setting, the yearning for her increased even more. I vigorously rang her doorbell, transmitting my passion-laden yearning. Sarah consented and permitted my entry. She stood before her door, wrapping her arms around me instantly. She traced a fingertip against my lower lip gently. "You ready?"

Ready? I was eager a week ago. "Indeed, Lady Sarah."

With one hand, she embraced me, and with the other, she ruffled my flowing tresses. "Pretty Layla," she whispered. Then, she embraced me with her lips. The merger of the orgasmic sensations of excitement, desire, and anguish: this melting pot of love and longing produced a raging fire of a kiss. Her lips were like silk, while her touch was both relinquishing and submissive. I instinctively reacted by arching up against her, feeling the eagerness to be closer to her. After separating, I looked into her eyes, engulfed in a sea of affection and eagerness.

Sarah led me toward her haven, voyaging to the bed. Her feet tread upon me as she knelt on top, pacing her movements with effort. "Pray, flirtatious Layla," she detached, urging me with a spanking tranquil tone.

I was intrigued, radiating the masochistic responses incident to flogging. "Totally counterintuitive, if that's what it takes to please you, mistress."

She chuckled and balked at my light response. "A sassy charlatan. I'll have to mend that. Begin removing your clothes."

The environment was peaceful. The sensation of relaxation eased the fear and vulnerability typically associated with subjugation, revealing a sense of ease and security in relinquishing myself. I first shed my sweater, then my trousers, and boots, followed by my lace brassiere. My panties caught my attention—a microscopic image intimately connected to my anatomical fancy. Finally, I knelt in front of her, with my arms tucked behind my back. I shivered, feeling fortunate to offer myself to her leadership.

"Let me disclose my presents to you." She ventured into the drawer, producing gifts. There were two collars, one crimson and one ebony, a few bits of silk, and assorted sex implements. "Upon commencement, we shall embark with the rope." I concurred. She moved behind me and threaded the ropes, rope binding my arms. Shibari was a new experience for me—unlike the electric current of anxiety, I felt engulfed in an alluring sense of love and guidance. The feeling of self-confidence was intensified by the sheer satisfaction of being under her command. My pussy was overflowing with moisture, demonstrating a contradiction—peace in mind, but a raging thirst for her. Then she wrapped my hands, and revisited me to face me accordingly. I expressed joy, and my vocalization possessed a hint of breathiness and low huskiness aroused by my passion.

"Your voice was exquisite," she complimented. "You're a cute girl." I shuddered and experienced a torrential discharge from the core of my being, lubricating my mound below. She regarded me with amusement, caressing my essence. "Contemptuously mischievous." She laughed lightly. "Strip off the rest."

The betrayal of laughter resonated through me. "Not fettered, only in submission," I quipped, my voice epitomizing the excitement.

She resumed her amusement, shaking her head. "A complaining brat. I'll need to alter that." She held up the ropes and continued to restrain my wrists. The ropes, a prologue to the rope-related bonds, heightened my joy. Halting it was a struggle. "I'd anticipated unprecedented pleasure, but this managing my limbs produced a euphoric haze. The sensations were incomparable—smooth silk, tenderness, safety, and beyond it, I craved her with palpable need.

The devious child teased me, playfully smacking my cheeks with a bright smile. I tried to provoke her by pushing out my chest, eager for her to focus on my nipples. Flattery and fabulous breasts would not persuade her to touch my soaked pussy. She could undeniably smell me, dirty girl. How delightful it was for her to call me child. It made me feel small and at her mercy.

She retrieved a length of rope and wrapped it around my neck. "I'm going to create a neckpiece using rope for you." I agreed, eager for her to continue. With a smooth movement, she bound my neck, not tightening it. This stunning decoration adjusted my mood, even more, enhancing my cloud-like headspace. Once more, I giggled softly, then high-pitched and amused.

"What's your state, wicked maid?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, unable to speak due to my impenetrable euphoria.

"I'm going to squeeze your hand. If you're in a condition to grant permission and confident about what we're doing, I need you to squeeze back." She repeated this action; I responded with a laugh, confident in her abilities.

She assisted me in standing, careful as my arms were restrained behind me. With a mirror, she showed me the delightful rope designs snaking around my limbs and neck, reveling in her own artistry. I was astounded by her ability to present such beauty.

She knelt down before me, her facial expression teasing. "Check out this view." I followed her directions, admiring the intricate rope patterns embellishing my neck. Without a doubt, she was impressive.

"Watch your expression." My gaze shifted upward. Her right nipple entered her mouth, held by her teeth, as her left nipple remained unstimulated. My face eased into ecstasy, with eyes wide open, and deep breaths. With a change in position, her left nipple faced her mouth. Nibbling hard, she fascinated me with her odd and interesting mix of sensations.

"I'm standing, but I feel off-balance," I mused aloud.

She chuckled. I leant against her, taking in her majestic beauty and breathtakingly lovely face. Speaking into my ear, "This wet and silky labia is so fascinating." Breathlessly, she gently maneuvered her fingers, playing with my clitoris, preparing me for the intense pleasure to follow.

"I might be a screamer, devious little brat," she warned.

She joggled her fingers within me, administering waves of explosive delight running throughout my body. Spasms punctuated my frame, and I was breathless, my orgasm was in full swing. My body was immobile, a prisoner enchained by the overwhelming aftershocks.

"How visually appealing your pussy is," she intoned, her face against mine. "Specifically when it's fascinatingly clenching my hands in your ecstasy."

"I - I have never...that felt so fantastic." I uttered, reeling from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Taste my fingers then; show appreciation for their role." I complied, sighing as she twisted her soaking fingers in my lips. She stroked my tresses, eyes gazing at the rope ornament.

She guided me to her bedroom and prompted me to kneel. "Do you understand how I like to treat you?"

Flustered, I whimpered. Instruction appeared instead of my usual anxiety, increasing my arousal.

She disrobed, her upper half laid bare. "This must be your desire, isn't it?"

Convexly, I responded. "Indeed."

She grinned. "Is being nude how you dominate your mischievous brat?"

I sighed in dissatisfaction. "Unquestionably."

She took the wicked vibrator, contemplative. "This is a power toy, and I'll utilize it with some corset-like rope." By restraining my torso, she adjusted the vibrator's placement on my clitoris, forcing my body into a loving battle against the desire and frustration that combatted each other. The result? Enhanced arousal and a craving yearning to be fulfilled.

As she stood back, watching my reactions, she observed my emotional journey. My frustration at the lack of a longer orgasmic spell, and the escalating arousal from her controlling me. "Tough week?"

I sifted through my emotions. "Perhaps."

She smiled. "Stripping down reveals my deceptiveness. Gets me naked?"

I moaned. "Evidently."

"Rope," she said disdainfully. "You love it." She turned on the silent vibrator and circled my breasts. I whimpered, anticipating the high-frequency vibrations. "Breathe deeply. Ready for round two?"

I gasped, "Yes."

With tenderness, she eased one bra strap down and then the other. Then her captivating chest, with breasts smaller than mine, nipples small and rigid. Her shoulder width was larger than mine, firm and upright. I whimpered, bending, striving to boost the mild stimulation of the wand on me.

She inclined her head, seeming victorious. She squeezed gently and twisted her nipples while maintaining eye contact with me. I yearned for them to be mine instead. After that, she gracefully stepped out of her underwear. She was practically naked, just a small strip of hair at her groin. She sat on the ground and spread her legs so I could view her. She shone moistly. Her aroma was heavenly and musky, and I desired to discover if she tasted that way too. She traced her finger down, and I longed for it to be my finger and tongue pleasuring her. I arched and twisted, so consumed with lust that the core of my stomach ached.

I whined, pronounced moans, as the pulsating sensations between my legs persisted, smelled her in the air, and craved to erupt. I could have shouted, but I realized doing so wouldn't result in what I yearned for.

Then she strolled toward me, pointing her figure at my mouth as she undid the wand. She was delectable. She twisted and squeezed my nipples, prompting me to yelp in awe from a mixture of exquisite pleasure and pain.

"Your little pussy is a throne of mess." She was loosening the rope, and the process of freeing me was intolerably prolonged. Her soft skin occasionally brushed mine, and it was thus feathery and delicate. It was enough to drive me insane.

When she accomplished it, she gently pushed me onto her bed. She fastened the rope around my throat, drawing me closer. She was kissing me again, her lips and touch so soft and cool. Her skin against mine was soft, pillow-like, and delicate. Her urgency, the odor of her horny pussy...Oh my! I stretched my arm upwards, softly clutching her nipple with my fingers, and rubbing it. Then I moved my mouth to the other one. They were so soft. It resembled a heavenly dream. Suckling her nipples was like savoring whipped cream, as if they were too delicate and ephemeral to endure.

She mounted, kneeling on either side of my head. And I extended my legs, urging her to open them more while she sat on my face and rode me. My fingers caressed her thighs for her to spread even wider. Her hips gyrated, and she uttered cries, over and over. I licked and sucked and throat-fucked her. Her juices gushed into my mouth, and her flavor was as sweet as nectar, faintly tinged with a fruity aroma...she had the best pussy I've ever savored. Or at the least, that's what the love that filled me proclaimed. I released her arousal all over my face, coating me in her taste as I suckled her clitoris and speared my finger into that sweet crevice. Pussies are exquisite...the mouthwatering warm nectar made everything as delicate and smooth as silk, and the dark, enticing folds concealing sensations waiting to be administered and unearthed. Like a multi-layered flower constituting flesh. I withdrew my tongue, moving both my hands to open her even further before licking up and down her dripping groin.

"Oh my!" She trembled, and she descended to her knees so she was sitting on my face. She thrust her vagina onto my tongue, so I sucked and explored her. "Give me a mouthful of your juices." So I delicately nibbled her clitoris, and her cries grew increasingly high-pitched. I buggered two fingers as deep as I could, tracking down that temptingly textured spot as she stiffened and I sensed her vagina clenching my fingers repeatedly. Her juices inundated my mouth. I persisted licking, trying to swallow it all. My face was moist, covered in her cum.

She laughed, soft, sexy, and deeply seductive, as she settled on top of me and enveloped me. She shifted onto my stomach, fingers between my legs, locating the tight entrance there.

I froze, tensed, my body quivering with anticipation. The instinctual part of me wanted to protect that delicate unlubricated opening, and I recoiled, feeling shameful and distressed about what would be unnatural about having something enter that region. That only made me crave it even more. That contact engendered sensations that made me feel deliriously euphoric.

She demanded, "If you want me to carry on kissing you here, you have to beg me for it. Relate what you desire, why."

She gently squeezed my clitoris. "Oh please Mistress. Please - please -" Now my humiliation surfaced, causing me to whisper. " - please touch my anus. It felt good when you did that..."

"I can't hear you, Layla."

"Oh, ma'am, I truly want you to touch my buttocks. It brings me pleasure. Please, do more. It would be so delightful if you made me your filthy submissive," he pleaded.

"Dear, I don't need to turn you into my submissive. You're already a quite unrefined individual who needs to be driven and corrected, don't you agree?" She gently caressed her fingers up his damp cleft.

"Yes, ma'am."

"I'll let you in on a little secret. I'll insert a plug into your tight buttocks while I suck on your naughty vagina. If you're a good girl, I'll remove it before we dine. Now, move to your stomach and show me your steamy, craving openings."

Dinnertime. I imagined tasting her vagina instead of eating food. Perhaps my mistress would not let me do that. Eating food for dinner was also a possibility.

I turned over, more relaxed than usual, feeling the afterglow of dopamine. I forgot about overthinking, and I was relinquishing control to her.

I lifted my gaze to her, extended my tongue at her, and then slowly turned over, spreading my thighs and displaying my buttocks for her.

"Naughty little one," she said, smacking my buttocks hard enough to make me squeal. Then on the right side, then the left. The atmosphere changed as her stern control prevailed over my lighthearted disobedience. She pulled a large handful of my disobedient hair, making me rigid. "Don't move or your mistress will be upset with you," she warned. She ventured away for a brief moment.

She entered my wet cleft with her hand. "You're drenched, saucy wench." She poured very cold lubricant into my anus. I shivered.

Her hand gripped my buttocks, and I felt the cold top of the plug. How was it so icy? And it was heavy, then stretched me agonizingly. "It stings, ma'am," I cried out. She compelled it further with lube.

"Be still, naughty one. You can take it."

"Yes, ma'am. Please - " she continued, slowly pushing it inside me and relieving the pressure when it almost hurt too much.

"Be quiet. If you want to talk, be quiet."

She flipped me onto my back and opened my legs. She went between my legs, leaning in and smelling me intently. "You have a delicious pussy," she affirmed, slapping it hard, causing me to yelp. "Oh, that was a lustful sound," she teased, once more slapping it so hard that I writhed and my hips jumped upward. "You're drenched, naughty girl." Then she licked my clit with quick, short strokes, before swiftly switching to slow, prolonged licks from my hole to my clit.

"This feels great..." I moaned as she licked the length of me. Then she locked her lips around my clit and sucked it hard. She licked me again, then sucked in harder, biting slightly at my clit so that I cried out, longing to dissolve in her mouth. Then she abruptly rammed her fingers into my pussy, hard, causing me to shriek and nearly orgasm from her fierce penetration.

"Look at you, both your holes are filled like a dedicated submissive. Are you about to cum?" She spoke with amusement.

She did not stop touching me, searching for that sweet spot, making me cry out again, and stuck her tongue into my hole all over again, all the while pulling my clit with pinpoint precision, causing me to yell and trying to buck under her.

"Come on, lay back and lose yourself to me," she urged, tugging on the plug while tongue-fucking my anus and holding my clit in her grip. And I screamed, unable to contain myself anymore. I shook, convulsing with pleasure.

"No, it's too...so intense, I can't..." I gasped, dazed and separated from reality.

She stroked my hair. "Easy, dear. You have my full attention. There, there." She kissed me, tenderly and sweetly.

"That was the best experience I've had ever," I sighed, stretching out arms over my head. "Um, may I please hug you, ma'am?"

"You're now a rather subservient girl, except when you're acting typically bratty." She embraced me, and I reciprocated.

"You're so silky. It feels pleasant against my skin." I pressed closer to her, leaning against her bare skin.

"You praise me so highly," she chuckled.

"Do you usually laugh this much?"

She leaned back, gazed into my eyes. "No." She chuckled. "No, darling girl. Far from it. Are you seeking compliments? You make me smile, and I enjoy being with you. You've got brains, of course, but you're also entertaining when you lighten up. Your sharp remarks and witty comments keep me on edge. I like that you offer me a touch of sass. And, to top it off, you're absolutely gorgeous, and quite kind as well. And it seems you're quite the passionate one."

My head lowered against her chest. So soft and plump. I sighed, inhaling her scent. "I have a high sex drive. And you're stunning, desirable, and intelligent, Ma'am. And caring and thoughtful, which could be the most crucial traits." I cupped her breasts, brought her left nipple into my lips to suck on it, while simultaneously pinching her right.

"Ouch," I cried out as I felt her grasp my hair and yank me up.

"Clever girl. You must wait until your Mistress tells you to suck her nipples." She dashed her fingers over my nipples.

She continued to talk while her fingers manipulated my nipples. "After dinner, perhaps I'll tie you to a chair. I'll spread your legs wide. If your pussy isn't displayed to my liking, I may even use a spreader bar to assist. I'll tie your arms behind you. Then, I'll cover your eyes with a blindfold. I'll widen you more via clamps. And clamps on these lovely breasts. I can add some weights to those clamps, causing your sexily erect nipples to be pulled. Once the clamps and weights are in, I can insert a large vibrator into your tight little pussy. It might be a laborious process, but I'll get it to fit. No need for a gag though, because I want to hear your moans when you drench that chair with cum. I'll make you experience orgasm after orgasm until you plead for me to stop. When you've acclimated to the vibrator, I'll step forward, remove the blindfold, and softly nibble on your delicate clit until you cry out."

"Oh that would be - " My pussy once again soaked.

"What's that, my sassy girl?"

"Ma'am, if you'd like it to happen. I'm sorry for being a disrespectful girl and touching your nipples earlier."

"No, you're not. On your stomach." I giggled.

When I flipped to my front, she gently slid the toy out. "Ouch." The lube had dried a bit. She cleaned it, then took it to show me. "It's so beautiful." It was, indeed. It was dark blue with a space motif.

"I thought you'd like it. I'm pleased you do. And now let's enjoy dinner. Chinese in Chinatown or Italian in North Beach? Actually, let's have North Beach. Chinese is likely better in your neighborhood." It was effortless, this way of hers to just decide for us.

I can't recall what we discussed during our stroll and meal, but I doubt it's significant. What mattered during that time was how we felt while being out after consummating our relationship. Out in more than one sense, for as women who were visibly together, we experienced limited disapproval or harassment here. We were walking to dinner, and it was delightful to be with someone I was swiftly falling for in the core of a city I adored.

This section of San Francisco boasts such a - picturesque, breathtaking old San Francisco character. There's something so romantic about North Beach and Chinatown. In Chinatown, all those hanging lanterns crossing the streets and the exquisite ancient Chinese buildings. It feels like a true city, the ideal of a city, cultures clashing, folks in a hurry, hidden little alleys, and tiny eateries. Then North Beach, with the fairy lights crisscrossing the lesser streets, adding to it the old-fashioned restaurants with their red, green, and awnings galore. Everything seemed drenched in romance. The fog imbued all things in a romantic light, while the bright city lights were mellowed by the cloudy haze. Rarely, even in summer, would we experience clear days or afternoons without fog. Somehow, that dense cover made me feel we were in our own world, while being surrounded by people. The ideal setting for our memories of falling in love.

Then dinner and the trek back to her home. The restaurant: pristine tablecloths, dark walls, and low illumination. I ordered risotto, she ordered spaghetti, and I'm left with hazy, lovely images of eye contact, laughter, and the fact that we had been so enthralled in one another's company that we had almost forgotten we were in a restaurant filled with patrons. I seriously remember that when we walked back, she slid my hand into her coat pocket. A warm, pleasant jolt shot through my body.

"Thank you...Ma'am." I gazed at her, mischievous and attempting not to laugh.

"Annoying little brat." She squeezed my hand tighter.

After returning to her place, she began hastily stripping me. "Wow, that was quick," I cooed.

She wanted me to stay naked and moist for the entire night. She took my clothes and stuffed them onto a high closet shelf.

"Sit here," she instructed, pulling out what I believed was an accent chair. I took a seat. "Spread your legs." I separated my legs as wide as the chair's ends allowed. "Oh, you're so thrilled, youngster. Your pussy is already soaked. And the lips of your pussy are swollen." I wordlessly gazed up at her. "Wider." I placed my hands on either side of me, reclined my head, and parted my legs.

"This is incredibly attractive," she remarked. "Check out you, slutty and dripping wet for me."

She emerged with a spreader bar and fastened my ankles into it. The black leather cuffs sported brass hardware, which fit perfectly. Bracelets affixed to my wrists complemented these. She extended a small piece of leather to pin my arms behind my back.

"Mistress -"

"Shhh. All I desire is your screams when I make you cum."

My heart throbbed nervously. Was I in over my head? I felt something soft and round cover my eyes, plunging me into darkness. My heart accelerated rapidly in response. It felt like my heart would erupt from my chest. Her fingers brushed my heart.

Was I afraid? No, I was ecstatic.

Her lips pressed against mine, and I felt something, cold, metallic. I knew she didn't enjoy inflicting severe pain but she had attached one of these devices to my right nipple. I screamed and an unbearable nausea developed in the back of my throat. Then I struggled to breathe, choked, and nearly sobbed while quaking. Then she repeated this, attaching the contraption to my left nipple.

"Breathe deeply," she counseled. "Recognize, my slave, this is what you desired from your Mistress." I lifted my head again, and nodded. Her hand gripped mine.

The clinking of metal, and the nipple clamps were drawn tighter.

"You're wet," she observed, running her hand between my legs. She teasingly touched me. I begun to sense that lightheaded sensation again. She hoisted a piece of fabric before me. I lapped her panties with my tongue. She removed them.

I was overwhelmed with longing, elated from the subspace and the love-fueled obsession of our love's beginnings. At that moment, I wanted to please her more than I yearned for my own orgasms. I recognized it was my physical form. Hers felt novel and new. I wanted to smell her, to fill her pockets and creases, to be within and beside her. I was capable of submerging myself in her existence. To this day, it's accurate that the more I understand her, the more I realize I still have to learn. I'm intimately familiar with her, but she's also a constant, mysterious riddle.

She returned rapidly, removing my blindfold. I blinked against the sudden brightness and the beauty of her visage. "I wanted you to observe this," she murmured. In my field of view was a formidable, thick blue dildo, designed to match the plug used previously. It seemed to be around 8 or 9 inches long and thick. How would I possibly accommodate something that size? I stared up at her, dreading while shuddering as my clamped nipples throbbed. Then she declared -

"You've been an excellent prisoner for such a mischievous lady. What are you pondering about?"

"It's huge, Mistress," I whispered, trembling.

Gently, she shifted her movements, positioning the tip of the monstrous object at my womanly opening. With her other hand, she spread me wide and rested her thumb on my clit. Then, I let out a piercing scream as she plunged that thing into me, instantly filling me up and forcing as much of its massive length into my tight pussy. "Good girl," she said, kissing me as she continued to guide it deeper and deeper into me. I was completely soaked, dripping onto the chair, surrounded by the pungent aroma of our passion. My moans turned into frantic yelps as I lifted my restraints slightly. "You're doing well," she whispered. Though "fine" may not be the word for it, given the sheer anticipation and unknown pleasure it provoked in me. I'd never been filled to this extent before. A hearty ache accompanied her push against my cervix with every thrust. Profoundly satisfied and exposed, I sold myself with every stroke.

I arched my back as her skillful fingers worked my clit. "Show me how much you enjoyed being stretched," she encouraged. "Show me how far your debauchery goes for me." As I regained my composure, a tsunami of pleasure engulfed me. My cries escalated into furious shrieks. To prevent my cries from disturbing the peace, she silenced me with another passionate kiss. My orgasm was imminent as she pushed the monstrous object to its full capacity. Its length touched the correct areas, causing an earth-shattering climax.

Having weathered the storm, her first one for the night, she removed the toy before resuming her duties. She inserted her fingers and sucked hard on my clit, exquisite pleasure coursing through my veins. And as I struggled to regain control, her tongue lapped my cum before eagerly returning to her task. I screeched in euphoria as my muscles tightened, gushing it all over her.

"Your body is mine this evening, my little whore," she whispered. In the spirit of her set plan, she inserted a G-spot vibrator into me, eager to apply its soft pulsations on my still sensitive clit. Through the experience of discomfort and anticipation, orgasm four occurred.

"I can't catch my breath!" I cried as I fought to contain my orgiastic emotions and residual fluids.

"Am I being too rough?" Her voice, a delicate lullaby that soothed me, reassured me in my delicate state.

"No. It was wonderful. That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had."

As her next action sunk in, a vibrator buzzed softly, its deep rumble stimulating both G-spot and clit as her fingers expertly searched my inner depths for the right angles, causing pleasure that verged on inexplainable.

"It's not too much?" she asked lightly.

"No," I muttered, still breathless as I wobbled in her arms.

Suddenly, she haltingly removed the vibrator, replaced it with her fingers, quickly pinched my clit, followed by removing her fingers. A blossom of individual pain and pleasure radiated through me.

"I need a moment." I panted as she changed positions, hovering over my spent body.

"You're safe with me, and admirable as ever." She assured me of her engagement, before telling me, "Wouldn't want you to forget." With assurance, I slumped into her bed, grateful for her broken clamps.

Feeling like a ragdoll that could float, I accepted the glass of water she offered me. I caught my boyfriend's eye. Satisfied and joyous.

I'd dropped my eyes to the ceiling when she asked, "I've fallen in love with you today."

"Love, not possessing and entitled?" I hoped she'd confer.

"Yes. You're fearless. Courageous to live life how you view it. And incredibly intense."

Fighting falling asleep, I asked, "How did you do that?"

"I built each climax off the previous. Flew on the wings of pleasure I'd given you."

As we sat together empathetically, the room illuminated by her habitual pile of books and stack near the bed, she said to herself, "You're strong. So vivid. Alive, even amongst the muted and tired."

Laughing, she ordered, "Go tidy up the toys, fetch us some drinks, and then you're free to lie on your back, allowing me to use your mouth."

I hurriedly complied, saying, "As you wish, Mistress."

Her tone lightened, "Oh, that's great to hear. You're an excellent sub, aren't you? Has your little pussy become sore?" She inserted three fingers into me, rubbing gently against my empty space, while I arched searching for some pleasure and relief from need.

"Yes, Mistress," I moaned.

"Interesting. How you shall feel when I decide to fill you again tomorrow!"

My mind fogged as Subspace resurfaced, "If it is your wish, my Mistress."

She finger-fuck me, "Will your little slut orgasm?"

"Yes, Mistress -"

"Show me how easily you pleasure yourself, demonstrate your ability to endure the pleasure -"

Her fingers touched what felt like a special spot, rubbing with just the right intensity, and my body tightened, craving more friction and release, yet quivering with longing. "You seem rather slutty, sexual toy," she teased. "You'd even beg to please me, even when I held back." The thought of her control sent chills through me. "You're such a dirty, needy whore...such a wretched, desperate slut...flaunt it!"

"I'm a hot slut for you, Mistress. Please may I return to worshipping your pussy?" My pussy pulsed, quivering at the thought of her invited me to taste and please her.

She lingered cleaning her fingers, "Alright, slutty girl. Get back to work." I scrambled quickly, grabbing the toys and a glass of water before hurrying back.

"Lie on your back with the small vibrator lying next to you. Spread your legs." She was so exquisitely beautiful, "Are you determined to be a good girl?"

"Yes, Mistress. I'll try."

Her sexiness grew even more luscious as she straddled my head, my world blossoming with her enjoyment. Regardless of how silly it seemed, I thought, "There's no disgrace greater than laying on my back willingly while someone's crotch is right above my face. I'm completely at her mercy!" She opened to display her lips, folds, and even a glimpse of her arousal. I teased her folds with my tongue, licking her sweet juices from her thighs for added pleasure, then lapped up and teased her entire vulva, flicking my tongue in a circle around her clitoris. As she groaned, I kneaded her petal-like labia. I licked, teased and touched her until she let go and sat on me. Her thrusts matched my licking and stroking, and our moans filled the room.

She glided up and down, trying to place my nose on her clitoris, but with every push, my arousal intensified, and I wriggled to give her even more access. My brain squirmed with excitement as I edged closer to the end, "Mistress, please fuck me with your vibrator!"

She did. As I felt it slide in easily, I probed her deepest places and flicked, twirled my tongue around her nub and relished the warm new feeling surging up her body. I inched forward, closer and closer to her until we were both so close to our ends.

Suddenly, she cried, "I'm cumming!" Then she humped me like a crazy person, her orgasm storming over her. Then, she humped as if her life depended on it. I gladly cradled her thighs, being enveloped by her scent and the satisfaction that I was helping her orgasm.

"Would you...please hold on?" she breathed shakily, "It's not over yet." She found her confidence and settled her shaking, trembling body atop mine, and the air vibrated as she used the vibrator, creating an even more powerful climax and pouring herself on my tongue.

Her climax was spent in orgasm, and stress drained from her body as her body gave into the intense aftershocks, shivering throughout. As she faded, I took her pink vibrator in my mouth and suckled her cum. She leaned in and whispered a soft "Mmm," against my lips.

"Feeling parched, huh? But I like the taste of you on my lips. Even though you're already on my face." I chuckled at her.

She led me into her kitchen where she placed me in front of a glass of water. While I drank, I admired her as she leaned against the counter. She possessed that characteristic of women from the past, the ones who wore wide-legged trousers and appeared sophisticated, graceful, and self-assured in them. Akin to Katharine Hepburn or Susan Sontag, somebody like that. She wasn't girly, as she was too strong and spirited for that. This gave rise to an androgynous yet feminine quality about her. Despite her mature age, she still seemed youthful due to her boundless energy.

"What's on your mind, darling?" She asked softly.

"I was thinking how attractive you are and how much I enjoy your company. How you're always thinking, communicating, and taking action. Like a dynamic mind?"

She smirked. "Quite the flatterer, aren't you?" She moved me towards her, and we shared another kiss. Her hips moved against mine.

"You're still turning me on."

"Prove it." Her hand moved between my legs. "You're still soaked."

I still yearned for her, despite the previous intimacy. "May I, Mistress, please pleasure you with my mouth?"

"You may. Touch yourself while you do."

Kneeling on the ground between her parted legs, I lovingly went down on her again. Her hands gripped the counter. I had one hand between my legs as well, rubbing my clit when I caressed her with my mouth and lips. As her climax approached, she burst inside my mouth, filling it with her sweet nectar. I questioned if I'd ever have enough of her to feel satisfied.

"Did you climax, Layla?" She asked, still breathless.

"No, Mistress. You've drained me."

She caressed my nipples gently, ran her hands down my stomach, and massaged my buttocks before stroking my inner thighs. She then ruffled my hair, bringing her mouth close enough to kiss me again. "Your inner thighs and nipples have such a silky texture. You're a beautiful creature." While fondling my nipples and holding me from behind, she continued to stroke my inner thighs. "Do you need more water, or a snack?"

"You're my snack."

"Mm, I'm a whole meal, my sweet. But I mean food." She giggled, nibbling my neck while pinching my nipples, moving me on my tiptoes. "I love how ass feels when you push against it. I can't get enough of you." This was her way of showing affection.

Despite the risk, I assumed she already loved me. She shared affection and took care of me in unique ways. My anxiety lessened because of our connection.

Upon waking, I was greeted with a note on my phone.

Layla,

Good morning, sleepyhead! You'll find a toothbrush and a fresh towel in the bathroom. Once you're up, I'll make you coffee. And breakfast. I picked out stuff during yesterday's grocery run.

♡

Sarah

Aww, the note was so adorable. I considered keeping it. I wore only panties and walked into the bathroom. My clothes had been returned, folded on her bed. I chose not to remove the note. Off to her bathroom, I brushed my teeth and washed my face.

In Sarah's living room, I spotted her preparing to start her day. She was stunning, both fresh and engaging. She wore loose blue slacks and a long-sleeved tan shirt, seemingly comfy yet polished.

"Morning, pet." She extended a mug of filter coffee and a glass of water. "I've planned to start coffee as you're brushing your teeth. If you don't mind, I'll handle our breakfast."

She set a bowl of strawberries and blueberries, a loaf of bread with a knife, and a small tray of cheeses on the table. Then she went about making French-style eggs along with sautéed mushrooms, sprinkling herbs on both. Taking two plates to the table, she leaned in to kiss me before setting one before me.

Morsels of deliciousness awaited, and I didn't need to confirm that, did I? It tasted great. As we were nearly finished eating, Sarah said:

Layla, I need to tell you something that might be a bit awkward. It's not serious, but I didn't mention it before because it was...uncomfortable. Alright, so it's like this. You know James, right?

"Not really, no."

Well, he's actually my brother. I met Ezra through him, and they became friends. Then Ezra and I became friends as well. And eventually, I found out how they became friends. Which, you know, means I know more than I'd like to about my brother's tendencies. But no details, and I definitely don't want to. It's just a bit awkward to share this with you.

It was awkward, that's for sure. "It's not a deal-breaker, but it feels a bit weird."

"Want to grab some coffee and pastries with us tomorrow?"

"Who's 'us'? Your brother and his fiancée?"

"Well, we aren't engaged yet, but yeah."

"This is moving pretty fast. So, you don't love me, but I'm supposed to meet your family already?"

"It's not about love yet. We're not at that point. But I can't get enough of you."

"I was just eating a strawberry." And now, I was pouting at her.

She picked it up and held it to my lips. I slowly kissed it, before letting her feed it to me. Then she slid her hand inside my panties. "I have something sweeter for you." She pulled me into her bed and made love to me for an hour.

When she was done, she stood up and looked down on me, tied up in her constraining chair. "Is your pretty little pussy sore, darling?"

"Yes, it is, Mistress." I relished in the soreness. It made me so sensitive and responsive.

"You'll behave now, little girl?"

"Not really."

She chuckled. "Maybe you need a spanking."

"I'd love that."

She ruffled my hair and released me from my bonds. "So, should we have coffee with your brother and fiancée tomorrow?"

I snapped out of my post-sex haze. "I'm confused. First you talk about love, then you haven't said 'I love you', and now you want me to meet your family? What's going on?" Then I took a breath to calm down. "I want to know how you feel about me. I'm nervous because I want to know where we stand."

She hugged me. "I think I love you, but I'm afraid it's just infatuation. We haven't been together for nearly a month yet. I care about you so much, but I don't want to risk hurting you. Please." She seemed so desperate and vulnerable.

I nearly stormed out and went back home in frustration. "It's not like I'm expecting you to say it back yet. But I'm scared we're incompatible."

"I care about you deeply. You're like fresh air to me. I never even realized how stale my life was before you. I just wanted to date someone, have sex of course, but...this is more. I want you in my life, not just as my girlfriend. I can't say the words yet, though."

Alright, so I guess I was being too demanding. "I care about you too. Am I your girlfriend?"

"If that's what you want, yes. I'll introduce you as such."

"I'm still a bit anxious, but I'll meet your brother and future wife."

"It will help us understand each other better."

"Is it difficult for you that I'm anxious?"

Yes, but it must be tough for you since I tend to be more cautious and sometimes reserved. So I attempt to remember this and remain patient.

"It's the only thing that's making me sad about you."

She embraced me tightly. "Things are still early. I hope you can give me a bit more time to be patient."

"I strongly considered shouting and leaving."

She laughed. "I would have begged you to remain."

"Even if I shouted?"

"It's clear that you want me to demonstrate my affection for you. But I don't want to inflict any pain or sadness. I don't want you to ever feel hurt or sadness. And especially just because I'm frightened." She halted. "Let's go clear up the breakfast dishes. We can have a more in-depth conversation later."

I stepped away and glanced into her eyes. "Frightened of what?"

"Please do not force me too hard, Layla." I stood up. "No, wait, I apologize. That was a bit much. Please forgive me. When it comes to strong emotions, I find them more difficult to handle than you do. I realize you'll say the same thing. And you're correct." I was now standing between her legs, staring down at her lovely visage, and she took a deep breath and sped up her speech. "I don't know why since I don't know you well, but I adore you so much that my heart aches."

I felt like I felt wiser than her then. I leaned down to kiss her. This was somewhat awkward. "I - I don't want to be needy, or push your boundaries..."

"You're not needy. You're constantly texting me, asking me to spend every waking hour with you." She pushed my shoulders down, urging me to sit between her open thighs. This felt natural. I breathed in her scent and kissed her there.

"We'll need to stop having sex at some point."

"Nah. Perhaps we'll run into some difficulties, but at least we'll experience what it is firsthand."

I was struggling with my emotions, thus words weren't helping. Instead, I opted to express my intense feelings via actions. So I opened my lips to encompass her clitoris. Her hands grasped my head, urging my tongue to her hood. I softly pulled her labia apart before I ate her out with my tongue while rubbing her clitoris with my free hand, as she lay back moaning. She climbed back, climbing on top of me, her face now pointing down as she tongued and sucked my clitoris, and massaged me with her free hand. I felt her sigh loudly as her muscles tightened around my fingers, her cries becoming more urgent and frenzied. I wanted this to last forever.

She pushed me upwards, and we stood in front of each other once more. She kissed me passionately, her tongue tangling with mine and pushing it into my mouth, and her fingers went between my legs. She probed my folds, opening them while smothering my clitoris with her palm. I swayed my hips, pressing against the fingers that were manipulating my clitoris, and moaned loudly. "Please, Mistress, make me cum." I implored, moaning.

"It's my pleasure, little brat." She knelt down, pushing her tongue into my vagina and pressing on my clitoris, and I threw my head back, my hips bucking as I screamed my release while my muscles spasmed around her fingers. Despite still shaking due to the lingering vibrations, I was still trembling softly, my body rippling with pleasure. She came back to kiss me again as her palms kissed my forehead. She slid them lower to caress my nipples. "Saying all that was uneasy. A little frightening." I chuckled, contemplating I might use the phrase "scariest thing ever." "But now I genuinely want some water and to clean up our breakfast items."

I complied, getting up and following her. She shoved me ahead. "I like watching your delectable ass as you walk." I swayed a little more for her amusement. She smacked it, then drew me back into her arms. "Thanks."

We were going to return to my place later. It was nice to have both options: hers, in the metropolis, with all the bustle and glamor, and mine, in one of the sleepiest, least trendy parts of the city. The combination of nature and ocean, as well as city life and culture, here is unparalleled. We thought it was smart to be able to experience both lifestyles. And she remarked that going to my place for the weekend felt like an escape, partly because of Golden Gate Park near her, or the Presidio on another side, and the beachfront around us. There's also a great farmer's market and great restaurants. And the best bookstore in the city. And she wanted to view my artwork again.

We left our belongings, and I took a shower. Sarah had applied some makeup while I did, so I applied some inky black eyeliner. She styled and brushed my wavy hair as it dried. Next, we took a walk through the woods in the park and had an early, light meal of dumplings and jasmine tea. Our walk was mostly filled with silence, while our dinner was filled with chatter and learning more about each other. The things we had in common might not seem significant to some, but of course, we had more in common than just two random people, and we had differences that made us work. Most importantly, we had love--or at least what we thought was love. Whether it was or not didn't matter, as we believed we had it and were willing to make the effort.

When we returned home, Mistress laid out what she had me wear. I put on wrist cuffs, thigh cuffs, ankle cuffs, and a garter belt to hold up silky stockings. Then she covered my eyes with a blindfold while she removed her own clothes and changed into her outfit. It seemed silent for quite a while. I heard fabric rustling, then the hard clack of shoes. Then I felt the soft brush of her skin as she removed the blindfold.

I gazed up in astonishment. Then I realized why she had put on makeup--it matched her blood red lipstick. She wore a fitted black dress barely reaching her thighs, long-sleeved and high-necked, with a tight collar around her slender neck. She also wore a pair of brand-new knee-high black boots only for indoor use. One of her bags was nearby. I couldn't take my eyes off of her...she looked so dazzling, glamorous, powerful...I could add several more adjectives, but you probably get the idea.

She looked every bit the dominatrix, yet the most natural and at ease version I could envision. There was so much power and strength present that I was insignificant before her, but I still craved to simply be near her. The mere sight of her made me feel that I should prostrate myself before her, for she was a goddess, and I was but her servant.

"Kneel here in front of me, facing away from me," she instructed.

I hastily complied. She handed me a red collar with a large o-ring, and clipped it around my neck. Then she attached a leash to the ring. I bowed my head, feeling the humiliation of being collared and leashed.

"Follow me, my pet. I'd like you to crawl," she commanded. I dropped to all fours, and she patted my lower back. "Good little slut, showing off your holes for your Mistress," she said. She led me on the leash to the full-length mirror in the hall. "You may kneel again," she ordered.

I gazed into the mirror, seeing both of us in black, with her crimson lips and my red collar. She stood tall and confident. I was small and naked, with my breasts, vagina, and buttocks exposed, soft and vulnerable. "Open your legs," she instructed. On my knees with my hands on my thighs, I spread my legs wide so she could see in the mirror. "Soak your thighs," she cooed.

"Yes, Mistress. I'm horny." I lowered my head in humiliation at having to say these words.

"Would you like to touch your wet pussy?"

"No--yes--I'm not sure. If it pleases you, Mistress."

"Yes. I want you to cum for me, brat." Straightforward, with enough power to avoid games.

I bowed my head. "Yes, Mistress." She turned me around so that my face was facing hers, allowing me to smell her. So close, so enticing, so...

I felt completely shamed and humiliated, and I was experiencing a strange, dreamy state in which my thoughts slowly drifted away. I hesitated to turn around. She grabbed me by the hair, making me yelp in pain. "Remember this collar, pup? As long as you're wearing it, I expect you to obey. Now, show me how badly you want my pussy."

I kissed her through her dress, having my lips touch hers, enchanted by the scent of her. Then I turned, spreading my legs and pushing my thighs open. I touched my clitoris, rubbing it the way I would when I was by myself--and after about ten minutes of trying, I could feel the frustration and humiliation building. I was soaked, wetting my thighs, but I couldn't reach the climax I was seeking. And she was watching...and I had already climaxed several times within the past couple of days. It was such a challenge to make myself do it again. However, she demanded orgasm for her pleasure and watching me struggle intensified the humiliation, making me feel...I could feel the panic rise.

She chuckled. "Dear, poor, frustrated little pup. Your Mistress can make you cum so easily, can't she?"

She leaned over me, towering her presence. Her fingers grazed my bare nipples, causing a pang of pleasure. "Enjoy sucking my pussy so much? You're just a slut, aren't you? You had so much fun eating it in the past two days, and now you want more. You're a horny little whore. Oh, you couldn't resist letting your Mistress's pussy touch your tongue. You're a desperate, insatiable creature, yearning for more of your Mistress, aren't you?"

I gasped, unable to deny her accusations. I felt my cheeks burning red. "Yes, Mistress." Swaying, I thrust my fingers into my twitching sex.

"You're still so sore from your big dildo. Tell me, are you anxious to taste what else will violate your holes tonight? Whatever your Mistress plans for you, you'll accept it, won't you?"

The words she whispered in my ear made me tremble with a cocky confidence.

"I'm your obedient slave." I replied deep in thought while pleasuring myself.

"Inspect your slave." She ordered coldly. I hugged my neck closer to her chest. She shifted and pushed me back, unveiling me from her body. Drawing up my hair, she commanded, "Look at yourself as you oblige your Mistress. Oh, you're a horny little sex toy. And you're close now, aren't you? I can pull your chains and make you cum in an instant." I thrashed in anticipation, but she pulled my hair backwards, forcing me to peer at my reflection.

She nicked my buttocks with a ruler, and the sharp sting reached my brain, igniting my pleasure. My lips parted as I cried out a high-pitched murmur of strained ecstasy. "Cum for me."

"I'm cumming... I'm cumming." I sighed in surrendering.

"Now, taste me."

She ceased her forceful brutality, kneeled before me, and kissed my fingers. "I love you, Mistress."

"I love you too." She said calmly, unclipping her leash, then slid from my bed. "Your place is on your Mistress's laps. Lie across my thighs." Conformity came naturally.

I wobbled onto my Mistress's knees, facing away from her. She groomed the stockings onto my legs in sheer dominance. I felt her fingers kneading my thighs and booty areas, making me feel helpless and vulnerable. Her spanks warmly spread across my butt, like a gradual reduction in humiliation. I felt the blood increase in my cheeks.

"I'm your perfect provider for all sex desires."

I moaned in response, barely able to form words.

"You thought it'd be as simple as sploowww!" She swatted me repeatedly, each time with more softness. The swishes caused an overwhelming rush. My entire body buzzed from her touch. I felt like a cornered rabbit, but she caressed everything so perfectly. The intense spanking just made me aroused. And my giggles were light and airy.

"Yes, my beloved Mistress. I do value you above all things." I screamed in pleasure, appearing high.

The blindfold was lowered for a moment so I could catch a glimpse of her gorgeous form in her leather belt, captivating and commanding. The texture of the leather straps stood out as her hand slid down my thighs. Then she suddenly covered my eyes.

Then I realized, she was pulling off her pants. I felt a wave of fear as her fingers fancied my sensitive ass. My face was a picture of scared bliss as I realized the love gushed out.

She looked down at me, and her voice was dripping with sarcasm. "You look completely out of it. So easy."

I giggled warmly. "It's love that fuels your spirit. Feels so good..."

This is the extent she goes to with me, making me drip with pleasure, an eager and worn out sex slave. She emits power of an element beyond comprehension. But happiness and fear both flashed across my mind.

Then her hands came to my butt cheeks, stroking delicately, causing me to melt. I was prepared for her next course, not this tender touch.

My heart fluttered as she clasped her handcuffs around my wrists connecting it to my collar. The cold steel made me twitch. On my knees, she guided me into her lap, and I heard some soft cracking in her compartment. My arousal intensified. Her fingers formed a soft black swaddle of fibrous rope.

"I need to know what parts of your aching body wants tonight's torment. Keep your fingers on your slit." she answered apathetically, tugging a strap of ropes around both legs.

I simply nodded, my eyes fixated on my Mistress's form. My state of tranquility eventually eroded. What challenged my lust, without saying a word, drew me in so quickly. I squirmed, the thrill of my Mistress's control swallowed me.

"Almost there, huh?" she said with an edge.

"Yes, Mistress." I responded, inviting her to delve into my core.

After returning my vision, I pondered on her. A leather harness covered her and a dildo protruded outwards. Resembling me, but also enhancing her power.

"Now you're the one who takes.” I gulped as I saw her swinging the dildo over me, aimed at my desperate womanhood. "It's my time to insert that, obedient slut."

If you wish, madam.

I delight in your profane words, they paint me as a ravenous whore when normally I'm so hesitant and distant. I relish being desensitized by such treatment, I savour the scenario of being on display as a sex object.

Your insults caused me to be silent, until you rammed that penile instrument into me forcefully. You used me like your plaything, pegging me so forcefully that I became breathless and straining against your actions. The sense of being firmly controlled was inexplicably gratifying. This experience left me emitting semen on the bed. "You're so wet Ma'am. You're soaking me with your desperation whore."

"Yes, Mistress, please."

"Come on, you love being fucked recklessly and being assigned the role of a sex toy...show me how much you desire this, give me demonstration of how you adore your Mistress."

She stopped speaking however, just as I seized hold of the resplendent impulse your lewd phrases instil in me. I then screamed, as a torrent of delight overwhelmed me. Each spasm helped engender another climax in me. My pussy squeezed ferociously, delaying her assault for a moment. I collapsed, empty and cold beneath her.

My consciousness returned painfully slowly, and I mused on my new predicament.

"Mistress, how did you?"

She chuckled, relieving me of my bonds before adding, "I'll demonstrate." She grabbed me from behind, engaging my wrists, thighs, and ankles. "This part of my sex toy causes me to feel unbelievably small. The big portion...that's the part you'll need to fulfill the role of my sex slave." She displayed the smaller harness to my mouth, advising me to take the entire thing inside. "I'll require my sex subordinate to swallow and lick my semen every time I ejaculate with her."

"Thank you. I'd be honoured to serve you worshipfully." She chortled, huskily and low, while burrowing into her bag of tricks. My eyes burned with curiosity upon witnessing another sausage-shaped device. It was larger and even more garish than the last. "Do you think you're able to accommodate this?"

"Naturally. A dirty little whore like me demands a stretching of her vaginal canal. I'm incredibly happy to be constrained by a Mistress who grasps this." She clasped my hand. We returned the gesture. My anxiety soared as her voice toyed with both horniness and dread. Trusting her did cure me of some concern though.

"I'm afraid." However, another part of me secretly enjoyed her rough treatment. I found the feeling of such a large object being pushed into me engrossing. I'd serve her well as a sexual subordinate since I was so small and the object of desire was large.

"Poor pet, wishing for such perverse activities to be endured. To be so hot for it. We both know how much your eager cunt yearns for this. My care though, I've made you wait for five days. So that you'll stay virginal for Mistress. Suppressing your orgasms will allow me to fill you again whenever she dictates."

I lay there, murmuring ceaselessly over her care and the blend of devotion and deterrents. I curled up my legs and parted my thighs. She meticulously stroked my cheeks and prepared the portal with her digit. Holding the foreign mass, she pressed it against myhole. I whimpered and trembled, anew as it pierced me. "You're astonished by it's girth. I'll penetrate your slut-pocket deeper." I twisted and wiggled helplessly as more of the object forced its way inside my sore opening. "Nearly there."

I shook and cried out, feeling exceptionally full and awash with desire. It felt divine. My possessing Dominatrix, with her massively slim penis, slid it further within me. "You'll be a perfect toy, this stretched little rectum will be useless for anyone outside of the home." My pussy continued to gush in response. "Bring it closer, this offspring of Satan."

Ahh, please, oh my goodness, please, I need this so badly. Please, fuck me. I squealed as she pushed inside me, incrementally elongating the distance she had reached, pounding it in and out. The pain mellowing the intense pleasure felt simply amazing. I felt incredibly lustful, sexually overpowering, like I possessed my own form of sexual authority and divinity in my absolute willingness to be just a collection of holes for her enjoyment. I held no ego, no identity; I was simply an object made for use.

"You're an endless well of desires, aren't you, love? You put up this innocent act, when truly all you want is to be ravaged. You're so desperate and starving, you begged me for this, didn't you, honey?"

"Yes, Ma'am, yes, please fuck me harder, please, please make me cum, oh my lord, please -"

"I don't even have to. Because you're so eager and horny that having your cunt transformed into a chasm by your Mistress is going to leave you -." I screamed, blinded by ecstasy, heart pounds in my ears, eyes clenched shut, my whole body subjected to this climax of sensation. I jerked and shivered, gasping as tears of agony flowed from my face.

She gradually shifted, retreated her presence, her hand caressing my hair, her expression teary and affectionate. "My deaired wrekte idyl." She embraced me, then aided me in acquiring some water. I sense she adores doing nurturing things just as much as she adores fucking and abasing me. "Now, take a seat on top of me, with your pussy facing my face. You're supposed to lick my cunt while I lick yours."

She arranged herself, and I perched atop her, crouching with my legs to each side, and... it was so humiliatingly enchanting to have my opened, traumatized pussy exposed to my Mistress's face. As she gently spread me to improve patience for observation. Then I approached her genitalia, and much better, her aroma intoxicated me. I forked her blooming lips with my tongue, then gently teased her groin with my lips, then exposed her pelvis to drink profound secretion. I'd never get enough of this scent. And then her two orifices. One of which remained untouched. Intrigued and fondly, I coated her organic structure with my tongue, guying her cumnet cunt. She moaned as I slobbered her clitoris and rubbed my face into hers. Aching for more, I licked and savored her cumnet hole, detecting her beauty with my nose, desiring to explore her there. I've recently become depraved and disrespectfully filthy. I kissed her creamy slit. I admired her fingers with my fingers, then rammed her forefingers bare-knuckle into her, piercing through her warm-blooded. Her delectable moisture stained my face. She moaned as I licked her female appendage. I could sense I was moving her towards discharge, then I went deeper with my fingers and lavished her clitoris with my chin. Her cervix constricted in response, and I sensed her growing pleasure. My head was lying adjacent to her opening, savouring its warmth, knowing I was nearing bringing her to climax, then I thrust my middle finger into her, causing her pubic hair to rub my face.

"Again, my fiercely wicked slut, make me orgasm all over your cheek." Oh, Ma'am, I mused amidst my mind, as I sucked her clit roughly, then hungrily nibbled it, rubbing my face into her cumnet hole. I felt her body jerk, her breath haggard and rapid. "Here I come..." First, she shivered, then she grunted, exposing her vaginal depths. Then, I lapped all the exquisite fluid pouring out for me, licking it off my hands, my face, and licking out my mouth.

She lay down, her spine listing, and held me close. "Yet, if you mastered this talent, what makes you so adept at it, my pet?"

I buried my face in her armpit. "It's simple with you. Are you in favour of anilingus?"

She gave a commanding, entrancing stare. "It made you soaking wet when you swallowed my holes. Having my slut entertained by pleasure for me and tormenting herself for me, is quite appealing."

I genuinely felt cozy. "Layla, are you blushing?" I averted my gaze. "Boy, you're such a lovely little slut! You let me do all these naughty things to you, so it makes you turn red."

"I was trying to focus on you, my dear."

"Hey, if a submissive didn't enjoy it, then why would they do it, huh?"

"You know what?"

"Yes?"

"'Subs' do it to please their 'Mistress' or 'Master' or whatever."

"...Aren't you taking from me though?"

"No, I don't dig that. It's similar to how I don't like consensual non-consent. I want it to feel genuine. I crave reality."

"Will you refuse to let me orgasm?"

"Sure, that's real. The power and control of denying you orgasms brings me pleasure, plus it adds to your desperation. This isn't a game, but an exchange of power and pleasure. It's not one-sided."

"But you're actually stealing pleasure from me?"

"Not at all. Instead, you'll experience even greater satisfaction when you can have orgasms again. You like feeling desperate, right?"

"Yeah, it's wild. It makes me feel bold and extroverted, not jittery."

"You're very considerate, dear, and your big-picture thinking is captivating to me. Am I correct in assuming that we're in love?" I cuddled near her, and she wrapped her legs around mine in silence.

"Imagine if I tied you to a chair, stuffed your little butt closed with a plug, and clamped your pussy wide open. After that, I'd leave you like that while I cooked dinner for us...later, I'd torment and tease you. And then, you may be allowed to eat me out after the meal."

I trembled while envisioning this scenario, recalling how I was tied to a chair the previous day. But in this case, I might go for hours without release.

"Layla, are you horny still? You're squeaking, naughty girl." She was seemingly whispering in my ear. "I'll clean your tear-streaked face and give you a rejuvenating bath."

I groaned, nuzzling into her presence. "Yes, Mistress." I don't know how she consistently keeps me in this horny submissive mindset.

I awoke to Sarah discarding the blankets and tenderly running her hands across my body. "I was asleep," I murmured.

"I understand...we're supposed to meet your brother for coffee soon. Keep that in mind?"

"Can I have just 5 more minutes, pretty please?"

She chuckled, "Sure thing." After a few more moments, she almost nudged me towards the bathroom for a brief shower and tooth-brushing session. When the time came for me to reappear, she was already dressed in wider-legged pants, a sweater, and a trendier leather jacket.

"What should I wear?" I moaned, standing before my closet. Clothes selection irked me, causing unnecessary stress for some reason. She cupped my pussy from behind, then inserted her fingers and quickly retreated. "Tender? Is your pussy still sore?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"That's pretty painful even when breathing deep." She flashed a grin. She selected a pair of black jeans, a blue-and-white striped shirt, and a fancier leather jacket.

"You'll manage my wardrobe? I'll look more refined."

"You shine in the direction of your style, even though our styles aren't in sync." She tamed my wavy hair. I gazed in the mirror. Rather, the dress shirt made my casualness appear intentional and planned. And her consistent touch of my hair seemed to suit the desired look she aimed for.

As we approached, I could see them standing there. My nerves kicked in, and my stomach did somersaults. What if he didn't like me? Or I said something strange? Or I made her unhappy? Just before Sarah started the introductions, I picked at a hangnail on my thumb, lost in thought.

"Okay, you guys wait here while Sarah and I order," announced James. He and Sarah had the same warm-toned hair color and prominent facial features.

"Do you know what you want?" he asked me.

"No, Sarah will choose for me."

"Really? That kind of relationship?" he inquired, looking at Sarah.

"Yes. Don't criticize."

They glanced at each other, both maintaining their stance while showing mutual respect. This interaction gave me insights into her as a determined young girl going up against a determined yet intense brother. Neither seemed willing to give in to anyone.

Jess and I were left behind while Sarah and James caught up. "I won't ask you the basics because James will too, and you'll have to repeat yourself." Instead, she inquired about my decision to live in this neighborhood. We conversed until they returned with coffee, tea, and pastries. Sarah had gotten me a fancy croissant, which was exactly what I'd have chosen but would've overthought for ten minutes. Thanks to my overthinking, I also had the perfect comment ready for James, so there was that.

"Do you know much about me, or should I introduce myself?" I asked.

"Not much, just a few things: your childhood, religious parents, you're a doctor, and you're building a dungeon. You and Jess got engaged a few months ago. I can see you and your sister have similar taste in women."

"Indeed, we do." James chuckled. "Nice to meet you, Sarah."

I was relieved; it felt like a one-hour-long getting-to-know-you session between friends, who share a common bond with someone they all care about deeply. They seemed like considerate individuals.

Toward the end, Sarah texted me, "Can we show them your paintings?"

"You're the boss, Mistress," I answered. I couldn't help but suppressed a small smile.

"Wow, that was thoughtful of you, Layla. Would it be okay if we invited them to your apartment to see your art?"

"Of course, Mistress," I replied with a smile. I also felt a little excited about being placed in charge of the decision.

As we headed over, I moved one highly special gift-worthy painting out of sight so they wouldn't see it and unlocked the door, allowing them inside my painting space.

"We love these, Sarah, but we don't have enough wall art anyway," shared Jess. "And I adore this dark-bright contrast," she added, indicating her appreciation for my art. Four straight-couple paintings and two lesbian ones were chosen, making me surprised they preferred such a mix of genres. My collection consisted of approximately 32 paintings, and I'd been painting for six years. They picked six out of them. I gaped, a bit speechless at their choice. "Thank you so much," I said, flabbergasted.

"They're beautiful," offered James.

"I'm happy you're fond of them. James also thought highly of you. Layla, I'd like to share something. It might be a bit challenging to accept. When I initially interacted with you, you seemed so isolated and determined to connect with someone. Hence, when you were so invigorated about me, I supposed that might be the cause." She had hit the mark, it was tough to take and I nodded, fearful of her subsequent words. "Therefore, I needed to differentiate between loneliness and genuine connection and congruence. I believe you're secluded, but you don't seem truly miserable being alone. You would not simply settle for anyone to alleviate your loneliness." This eased the sting of her preceding statement. "I envisaged if things worked between us, I'd not only be a companion for you, but you'd play a role in our tiny found kinship. And hence, one of the explanations I wanted to acquaint you with my brother was to establish if that possibility could be a reality." She embraced me. "You possess the potential to be part of the family." We snuggled on the sofa for a while.

"Could I address you as 'Mistress' when we're alone?" One of the methods I expressed my bond with her.

"As long as you cease teasing me over messages in front of my brother."

"But that was such fun!"

"You're a mischievous one who requires being bound to a chair for a few hours to teach you to follow your Mistress's instructions. I can keep you moist and yearning to remind you of who's in charge."

I pressed my rear against her. "Mistress, I have one last painting I didn't show them."

"Can I view it?"

"It's meant for you. I only delayed presenting it until the end of our weekend"

She smiled. "Our initial weekend. Go obtain it."

Thus, I did. I then surrendered it to her. She held it up and inspected it. It depicted...a brown-haired female, seated on an armchair. She donned a diadem of gold thorns and red roses, a black robe and a cloak that dragged to the ground. A queen. My Mistress, without a doubt, represented in a diminished and inexact manner. In front of her, a minor brown-skinned female, adorned with veils that revealed her form, knelt, offering both of my wrists.

"You and I, eh, Layla?" Indeed, my wrists.

"Correct, is it insufficient, Mistress?"

"No, not insufficient. I adore how imposing you seem. And how engrossed I am with you."

"But it's supposed to be me presenting myself to you."

"Huh, yes, but not as someone weaker or smaller than me. Essentially, an equal, even if you're nearly naked and kneeling. You've encapsulated something of the essence of how both parties in a relationship hold power, albeit one seems less powerless than we perceive ourselves to be. And you encompassed your breasts and it will be there for me to observe perpetually." She articulated the final sentence as I would. I made a face at her. "Thank you, sweetheart. I adore it and cherish it."

"I love you, Sarah."

"Me as well. So profoundly that I intend to bind you to a chair and deny you an orgasm tonight before I return home." I shuddered while we remained serene in each other's arms.

Gradually, lost in thought, I eventually realized what she had been asserting for the past hour. Found family. She yearned to discern if I could be a member. Our initial weekend. She was promising to me. I was no longer alone. And this time, I did not pressure her to utter the words.

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