10 comments/ 5014 views/ 2 favorites Army Dom Ch. 05: Safeword By: restrainedqueen The final Chapter to the story of a sub and her Army Dom: Chapter 1: Anal Finale, Chapter 2: The Conversation, Chapter 3: Dear Sir, Chapter 4: Mixed Feelings... ***** And just like that he was dead. I got the call on a mundane Tuesday, just as I was cleaning my apartment. As my best friend uttered those words, I felt a strong pang in my stomach and my heart dropped. I don't remember much, I screamed and cried like a forlorn widow whose lifelong soulmate had been ripped from her arms. Tears of pain, pity and regret that I had not spent his last days with him. Lying on the floor I heard the phone ring again. It was her-I managed to decipher the key words that would save me. Apparently there was a mix up, he was supposed to go on the mission that ended in an explosive death for the 6 members of the team. Last minute someone else took his place as he finished up a task at the base. I took that as the strongest sign that the universe had ever given me. I needed to be with him again, it was our second chance. The thought of him dying and never seeing him again was too much for me to bear. For the next two days I contemplated how I would go back, given my new relationship. On one level I was heartbroken having to leave my new Sir, the one who had become more than just my Dom. He was my best friend and lover. As I told him I wanted to break up he didn't agree, but he was mature and understanding. Understanding of my need to sort myself out on my own. Of course that was a big lie, but I couldn't tell him I was ending it to go back to my "abuser." He never knew the story, I had just hinted once that in my last relationship I felt as though I had lost my soul in submission that was never appreciated, as I gave more and more of myself. So he unwillingly agreed to give me time and space to heal. "Crystal-I can't tell you how I feel right now that you're all mine again, that you're here in my arms. I love you so much." He kissed my forehead as I lay on his chest. "When you left, I couldn't believe that it was all over- the connection we have both personally and sexually, our very similar opinions on Dom/sub, and your loyalty. I mean, I expected loyalty from you... and as of now I am impressed with yours, you could say I trust it. After all this time you came back." I looked up into the face of the one I loved more than anything in the world. My One True Dom. Our eyes locked for the second time, more intensely than the first time for the day when I appeared at the doorstep of where I used to call home. He glazed over my body and smirked. "Now show me what is mine, I've missed it." "How do you want me, Sir?" I teased as I wrapped my fingers around his dark blonde chest hair and looked up innocently. "Undress, lie down and open your legs, I want to taste you." I obey and slowly opened my legs to reveal my clean shaven, brown, thick lipped cunt. My body was heaving in anticipation, as I yearned for the oral pleasure that was usually a hard earned reward in our relationship. He knelt and looked down on me, dominating, claiming. He slid two fingers in to feel my wetness, and I shuddered and groaned, throwing my head back into the soft pillow. I was sure I would erupt as soon as I felt his mouth on me. He spread my cunt lips apart and gazed at it. "So gorgeous, I always loved its shape, looks so clean and well taken care of." He moaned as he buried himself in me. Licking my outer lips tantalizingly, keeping eye contact. As I felt myself drip with pleasure he plunged his tongue into me slowly, then more aggressively. As I reached the edge he made sure to hold my legs down to the side and I grabbed the sheets in desperation. Sucking my clit, finger fucking me deep. I let myself go, losing control and screaming as he brought me to a wet, mind numbing orgasm. I fell into a deep sleep and woke up near midnight, sweating and unsure of my surroundings. It took me a minute to remember that I was back in my old home, with him. I sighed with relief as he lovingly ran his fingers through my hair. "I want to tell you something." "Anything, Sir." "Remember when we first got together, we established a safe word. I want you to use it whenever you need to. I want that this time around you are happy. Even though you are my sub, your satisfaction is important to me." "Yes, Sir." I fell back asleep, contented with the world. I was exactly where I was supposed to be. The honeymoon period lasted for about a month. He was so attentive and submitted to my every need, physically and emotionally. But old habits die hard-he soon became consumed with work and elusive again. It boiled down to commands and demands for abusive sex almost every night. Always time for sex but no time for any personal issues I had. But I never used my safe word ever, and how would I now? As far as I knew a safe word was a code word used in BDSM for a sub to communicate that the Dom had crossed a limit during physical play. Despite our brutal sessions, I never uttered it-perhaps my masochistic cunt craved the abuse added to the fact that I was desperate to please him. I wasn't experienced enough to understand that it could also be used to convey my lack of emotional fulfillment. But I comforted myself daily with the words that he had written to me during our time apart. Those were treasures to me-his thoughts and feelings, so intimate that this was all worth it if he loved me so deeply. But again I doubted myself as we ate dinner one day. "Sir, can we talk about my art show this weekend?" I ask casually as I set his food down on the table. "I don't know about that-I'll have to see." I was hurt. I had told him about it a least two months before, it was important to me. A hobby, but my final showing after 3 years of hard work. "But you promised me, Sir." I say accusingly. "Look, I said I'll see. If you continue nagging me about this you'll make me mad." I dropped it. "Sir, we are back at Day 1." I sigh, exasperated. "No we are not, sub. You never appreciated me as much as this on Day 1." I glare at him, disgusted. Me appreciating him? He smirked as he began eating. "Oh yeah, nor I, you." An after-thought. I sat down and tried to relax. "Sir, you said some really beautiful things to me when we were apart. Before I left you were so distant that I was sure that you weren't interested in saving what we had. What made you hold on for so long?" He concentrated on his food as he spoke. "I never wanted to disconnect. It was all you...you did that. It was your fault that we fell apart. And if that's how you felt I didn't want to force you into something you didn't want...it would've never worked. So I waited some time and I guess we shared our thoughts with each other." I heard all of it. Our break up was my fault. No matter what I did or said, he was always right. He had charmed me back but the blame for the failed relationship was all on me. The classic narcissistic abuser. He leaned back on the chair and put his fork down, piercing me with his deep set blue eyes. "But anyway, I want us to try having a baby. I think it's time for us to take our relationship to another level." That thought terrified me. As much as I thought I loved him, I couldn't imagine having a family with him. Maybe it was because of his lack of time and commitment. More so it was his hot, violent temper, I could bear the brunt of it but I would never want my child to be privy to that. "Anyway, I'll be back tomorrow night. Get your safe word ready, you're gonna need it. I don't like your attitude this evening, sub." Again in my solitude I came to many realizations. I was a stupid, weak woman who had convinced herself back to the same sickening, mentally draining reality. I was filled with regret-my Sir at home messaged me every day to say he missed me, always concerned with my well-being. I realized what I had to do the second time around, there was no looking back. We always think we want something until we have it and then that's the true test. The night had come. I didn't want to disobey him, I was so sore as he pounded my tiny cunt for almost two hours. He made me writhe in misery, fucking me vigorously to the point where I was about to cum, then withdrawing, taunting me, making me beg. I never was allowed to cum, yet when he did and I stuck out my tongue in anticipation to swallow his hot load I was even more humiliated. His words were still fresh in my ear. "You fucking slut, what makes you think that you deserve my cum in your filthy mouth?" Then he pushed my head away and shot his load on the ground. He took that as an excuse to punish me, so my ass was already on fire from the lashes with the end of the leather leash and his merciless hand spanking. I was hot and explosive, almost at the point of pulling out my own nipples. My cunt was feeling like an open oozing wound, dripping and leaking and begging to be wrapped around his cock. My tight asshole quivered, knowing that it wanted that clear glass dildo forced up until my stomach wrought with painful protest. Since we got back together he tortured me in this different way. He shouted words that belittled me and made my face burn with embarrassment and humiliation. He made me admit loudly and openly, something that I had never done before, that I was indeed a cum loving, cock craving, dirty whore. But worst of all is that when it came to sex, I wanted him badly, I wanted all of him in bed. The more he swatted me away like a disgusting fly the more my submissive cunt yearned for him. My legs wobbled uncomfortably as I leaned over his lap. He shoved his fingers in my wet cunt from behind and then in my mouth. I tasted myself on my tongue before the words rolled out-the sweet vanilla infused yet slightly sharp taste of pussy juice. "Please beat my cunt Sir, and then fuck both my holes at the same time." I almost whispered, as my breathing quickened and my heart pounded nervously. Before I could finish the sentence I felt his large hand grabbing my hair and pulling me back. I almost slid off his lap as he bent my back to let my head reach his. "My pretty little fuck toy is more disgusting than I thought...but I'm not convinced." "Sir, please stretch my cunt open and beat my clit until it is sore. Then fuck me with your big hard cock and shove that dildo up my tight ass." I smirked, keeping my gaze forward and felt proud that I said those words out loud. I was getting accustomed to this. "Good." He barked. He stood up from the chair and my small body tumbled off, unable to keep my balance. I stumbled halfway to the ground and he pulled on the leather leash, dragging me towards the couch in the room, 10 feet away. My ankles twisted as they trailed along and I coughed as the collar squeezed the air out of me. "Sit on the couch and open those legs, before I change my mind, you slut." He shouted, as his tall frame towered over me. Breathless I climbed onto the couch, my sweat beaded ass sliding on the leather. My back erect against the couch, I spread my legs as far as I could, planting my heels into the cushion. I wanted to tell him I was ready, but lowered my gaze and decided against a naughty look. "Stretch those cunt lips." I took my hands and pulled my cunt apart, revealing my pink, swollen, throbbing clit out of its caramel hiding place. I heard a grunt of approval and before I could prepare myself... "Slap!" I felt his rough hand come down on my bean with strong blunt force. It sent a lasting vibration through my cunt walls and lower stomach. "Slap!" "Slap!" "Slap!" Three more hard lashes came down on my poor clit. Each time I flinched and let out a muffled scream, squeezing my tear filled eyes together. By the fifth lash I moved to bring my legs together. Under his breath he spoke. "You asked for it, slut, so you better take all of it." With one hand he held my legs apart and administered five more slaps, until I was sobbing and my clit felt like it was about to burst. He stepped back and I saw his delicious cock throbbing in pleasure at his sadistic act. He grabbed hold of the glass dildo that had been resting on the armrest. "Stand up." I sprung up off the couch and stood almost at attention. Through my eye lashes I peeped up at him. He was smiling, entertained by his enthusiastic submissive. He plopped down on the couch, his long legs spread apart. In the moment I snuck another peek at him, he was so fucking gorgeous. His tall, broad shouldered, strong frame, only enhanced by his unforgettable cock. Surely too big for any of my three holes, but I wanted it to bludgeon and stretch me to my breaking point anyway. "Look at me!" He shouted, interrupting my thoughts. My body jumped and I looked down at his face. His eyes glimmered mischievously, telling the world that he was a sexual deviant. I felt cock lube leaking from my cunt again, over the sticky mess that was already there. "Now you want that dildo in your ass now, don't you?" I nod and bit my lip. "Why should it be the first one there?" He grabbed hold of his cock, and began to stroke its length from head to base teasingly. I shuddered at his suggestion, the thought of his thick long member in my tight asshole. "Now, turn around, come sit on me and lower that ass onto my cock, you are going to take every inch." My body trembled in fear, but I was definitely more experienced this time around. Putting one leg up at a time, I climbed onto him with my back to him, my head resting on his glistening chest. He grabbed violent hold of my thighs and spread them so that my asshole lined up to his cock. I gasped as I felt its large steel like head touch my hole. I was grateful that my cunt had leaked her juices onto it, perhaps anticipating its impending abuse. Without mercy he shoved the tip into my ass, and I screamed out as the dark rimmed hole stretched to accommodate him. He grunted in approval as the head was soon in. It felt so uncomfortable I wanted to lunge off. My eyes water, from the pain, down my face onto my breasts. I whimpered. But he began impaling me. "That's my tight fucking slut," he whispered into my ear. Slowly but surely he slid all in until balls deep. Each inch made me feel like I wanted to run to the toilet and by the time all was in, I felt like it was in my throat. Then he tucked his hands under my knees, spreading me further. "Now ride it like the cock loving whore I know you are." I leaned against him and moved my body up and down, trying to let my asshole pump his cock. I did it slowly. "Faster and deeper." He pulled his hands up making me bob up and down on his cock like a rag doll. Soon enough my hole felt numb while I heard him panting and cursing in satisfaction. It felt numb and then to my surprise I started to enjoy it. With each thrust I felt a climax building; I wanted him to shove his fingers into my hot cunt and double my pleasure. He read my body. "Now this is only half of what you wanted, Crystal." He grabbed the dildo and rubbed its length along my slit. I groaned. With one thrust he shoved in it my cunt as far as it could go. "Now fuck yourself with it." I wrapped my small hand around it and pushed it in and out of me, slamming it all the way every time, punishing my own pussy. I always wanted to try a glass dildo, it was so smooth and pleasurable as it went deep. We built a rhythm and the two oversized members filled me to the max with each stroke and then left me vacant. My body was overwhelmed with ecstasy and I moaned loudly. "Now pull it out your cunt and clean it." I removed the glass implement and shoved it in my small mouth, sucking its stained exterior and gagging as it hit the back of my throat. It had gotten so warm while in me. "Now back in." As it entered me again and we built the rhythm he wrapped the end of the leather leash around his wrist. He pulled on the end, choking me, making me gulp for breath as the two cocks violate my holes. "Look at you, you are such a desperate little slut, you should feel ashamed at the condition that your Dom has you in." I felt drunk with pleasure. The cocks in me, him instructing me in rounds to pull out the dildo and suck on it then shove it back in, the desperate gasp for air. I bucked my hips forward violently for one last time and let out a scream as my cunt and asshole clenched for 15 seconds around their assaulters. I slumped down on him, breathing heavily, seeing starry with spots of black. My face felt tingly as blood rushed back to it. I was pulled from my euphoria as he shoved me off his cock and the dildo shot out my slippery cunt. I fell on my knees on the ground. Still holding the end of the leash he leaned over and pulled my face so that our faces were centimetres apart. The fear I felt made me want to vomit as he looked me dead in the eye. "I said you will cum when I let you. What the fuck will I do with you now, you worthless slut?" I felt his body relax and he smiled a nanosecond after. "But you have satisfied me, so I'm done for tonight." I exhaled, relieved. I was satiated too, but our session wasn't as bad as I had anticipated, him asking me to remember my safe word. But perhaps it was fate for me to recall it. As he went to take a bath, I knew it was my chance. He would be home for the next two weeks, and my need to escape once more couldn't wait that long. I was determined. I felt sticky and disgusting, but I threw on my clothes hastily. I slammed open the closet door and rolled out the suitcase that I had packed days before. The cab was already downstairs. I took one last look around the bedroom and heard the shower still running. I left the room, down the stairs, through the dining room into the kitchen. I reached for the entrance door when I felt that familiar hand grab my hair painfully. "You fucking bitch, are you leaving me again?" He was crying angrily. "Do you know what I went through last time you left me?" The wind was knocked out of me as he spun me around and we made eye contact. "Not this fucking time." I felt it on the side of my head, cold and hard. I whispered it in desperation as tears rolled down and I looked up into the fair face of my One True Dom. "Strawberry." A click, then an indescribable sensation. No bright light, no celestial warning. I imagined my pretty, exotic face that I had always taken so much pride in blown to pieces all over the white tiled floor, making me unrecognisable. Months before my 33rd birthday. My last thought as I slumped to the ground and saw his feet- my Sir back home who loved me. And just like that I was dead. Except that I wasn't. But my reality that night made me wish that I was. I did reach for the front entrance door, when I heard his footsteps behind me. I turned slowly and our eyes met in the strained, dull light of the kitchen. His eyes flickered down towards the suitcase and he opened his mouth to speak, but closed it abruptly as though he couldn't find the right words to say. I said it, the previously unspoken safe word. Only a whisper, then I saw his eyes well with tears as they pierced into me. "Get the fuck out, you are dead to me." He turned his back and left, the emotionless statement still ringing in my ears. I stood there for a moment-confused. A part of me wanted to run to him and beg for forgiveness, but a bigger part wanted to be free of the psychological roller coaster. Now I had a new sick feeling in my stomach, one I had never experienced. It was my second time leaving him, but he had never openly rejected me like that before. That was the worst I had ever felt. Forlorn and broken, I turned, opened the door and closed that chapter of my life forever. Safeword Games, Game 01 Author's Note: I wrote this in 1993, for a lover who is much as I describe here. Upon reading the story, he said, "Who gave you the owner's manual?!" I assume that was a compliment -- on my understanding of him, at least, even if not on my writing. :-) Game 1: Anger He doesn't bottom to me very often, and when he does, it's usually just a flogging. I had told him that I had something different in mind for today, and he'd agreed. He's actually a fairly brave bottom for someone who does it so rarely, but I was going to stretch him pretty far today. I hoped it wouldn't ruin what we have between us. I asked him to sit in a chair, then attached him to the chair by means of a chain wrapped once around his waist and once around the back of the chair, padlocked shut. His hands and feet I left completely free -- this man could do anything except get away. He looked puzzled at the arrangement, since I usually either don't bind him at all or else restrain him pretty thoroughly. He looked even more puzzled when I put his open toybag by the right side of his chair -- I always use my own toys. I took his chin in my hand and tilted his head up to look at me. "I want your permission to push somewhat against the boundaries of consent." He cocked his head to one side and looked at me thoughtfully. "I don't know quite how to read that," he said, "but I agreed to let you experiment on me, and I believe in keeping my word." I smiled tenderly at him and told him I loved him. Then I put my left hand on one side of his face to steady it, while with my right hand I slapped him hard across the face. "Your safeword," I said, spacing the words out and enunciating every word clearly, "is to get angry." He gazed at me, as calmly as ever. "And who is to decide whether or not I have gotten sufficiently angry?" "I am, of course. That means that you must not merely feel angry, your anger must be clearly visible to me." He smiled slightly. "I knew you were a sadist." "You're sounding awfully calm and collected." "I always sound calm and collected. Do you want me to say that I am frightened? Very well. I am. But surely you didn't suppose that I would beg you to stop?" "No, that isn't necessary. And it wouldn't do you any good, anyway. After all, begging me to stop isn't your safeword." He gave me a look at that point. It wasn't yet an angry look, but it did seem as if he were starting to appreciate what sort of scene we were doing. Andrew has problems expressing anger, especially anger at someone he loves. He has been trained by past lovers that getting angry means losing their love, so he simply doesn't express anger and often doesn't even admit to himself that he feels it. I knew, and he knew, that this wall was stifling him, and with his permission, I was about to smash it. I sighed inside myself. I don't usually do verbal abuse. I don't like to give it, and I don't like to get it. But just beating on the man wouldn't be enough, and I psyched myself up to do what needed to be done. I wound my hand in his hair and pulled his head back. I love it when he does this to me, but he is not a sub and was sure to find the position vaguely insulting. The main reason for assuming it, though, was to keep his head from moving too much while I slapped him, to keep him from getting whiplash. I didn't want to make my precautions too obvious, though -- it's hard to get angry at someone who's obviously protecting you -- I wanted it to look as if the only reason for the position of my hand was the domination value. I slapped him across the face, quite hard, alternating forehand against the left side of his face with backhand against the right side. I slapped him as methodically as I could, trying to emulate the machinelike rhythm I had seen a particularly cold top use. While I slapped him, I insulted him. I used the scornful, sarcastic, sneering voice that my mother used to use - I had always gotten angry at the owner of that voice, and I hoped that he would, too. "It's the big, bad top, isn't it? The one who's brave enough to beat up young women. But you aren't brave enough to face the real you, are you?" I continued slapping him across the face, as insultingly as possible. "You think you're such a grown-up. You say that you were born old. But little boy, you're still in junior high. You're still letting the way your childhood classmates treated you determine who you are and how much you can feel. You may have a man's body, but you left your emotions back in junior high." Using my hand in his hair, I jerked his head back even further. He was breathing hard and was looking at me with those flat brown eyes that give nothing away. This was actually a fairly good sign -- it is when he is especially inscrutable that there is the most going on inside. "I used to think that you were so strong. But you're really a coward, aren't you? You're afraid to show me your real self, afraid to give me your true emotions, afraid to love me for real." I slapped his face in time with the "afraid"s -- three times I told him he was afraid, and at each afraid, he got a slap, hard, backhanded across the face. He looked at me. "You're trying to manipulate me, but you're being pathetically obvious about it." I smiled. "Gee, Mr. Spock, you almost sounded angry there for a second." The flat brown eyes opened for a second at his childhood nickname, then slammed shut again. Quickly, I continued. "You've craved acceptance all your life and never found it." Slap. "You've wanted a place where you belonged all your life and only managed to find a bulletin board." Slap. "What do you think stands in the way of your acceptance? YOU, you dummy." I gave him several hard slaps. "No one can accept you until YOU accept you. Mr. Spock had an excuse - he was a hybrid. But you, you don't have an excuse. You've simply thrown your humanity away." The eyes were as flat as ever, but the voice was angry. "You've won," he said. "I'm angry." I wanted to grab him and hold him and apologize for all the awful things I had said to him, but I knew it wasn't time. Instead I did something terribly hard -- I sneered at him. "You think this is anger? You really have lost your humanity, haven't you, Spock? REAL anger is not as pale as this, not as tame. Even if you're too repressed to feel it, surely you can recognize it?" I resumed slapping him. "And to think I was first attracted to you because I thought you were smart, but actually you're pretty stupid, aren't you?" He sat in his chair and glared at me, refusing to speak. I started calling him names, slapping him across the face with each name. "Stupid." Slap. "Coward." Slap. "Baby." Slap. "You've learned to take a certain perverse pride in being the emotionless one, in being called Mr. Spock, but you're not good enough to be Mr. Spock. He's at least smart and brave." He reached out with his right arm and slapped me back. I continued slapping him. "Oooh, look. He's gonna pretend to get angry. Little baby throw an itty-bitty tantrum now?" He grabbed a hold of my slapping arm and jerked me forward across the chair. I sprawled awkwardly across his lap, and he started to hit me, hitting whatever parts of me he could reach, even as he tried to wrestle me into a more convenient position. I didn't fight him very hard. I figured that after the things I had said to him that he deserved to hit me until he felt better, and I thought that the more anger he expressed, the stronger would be the lesson that he could get angry at me and still be loved. From the way he was hitting me, it looked as if he were very angry indeed. He pounded on my back with his fists, and I shrieked with every blow. I twisted around to look at his face, and it was murderous and frightening. He continued beating me, past the point where I was screaming, past the point where I was too hoarse to scream, past the point where I was sobbing, past the point where I was too exhausted even to cry. When he finally wound down, exhausted himself, he hugged me to him and started to cry, saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over again. "I'm the one who's sorry," I croaked out. "I'm sorry I had to say those things to you. I love you very much, you know." He looked at me. "You still love me?" "More than words can say." He hugged me to him again, and we held each other for a long time. ***************************** "I respect you very much, you know." "So you've said. I can't imagine why. After all, everything you said was true." He sounded bitter. "Honey." He looked at me. "There was a grain of truth in some of the things I said, but in many cases it was a damned SMALL grain. I inflated little faults until they were enormous, talked about strengths as if they were weaknesses, twisted everything I know about you to suit my own purposes. And some things I just plain made up. There are people I manage to love even though my respect for them is small, but you are not one of those people. I told you that I respect you very much, and I do. In fact, my respect for you is greater than it was before, because I think it was very brave of you to go through with this scene with me." "Would you have respected `red' or `safeword' if I had actually called it?" "I'm not sure. I'm glad I didn't have to decide." "You know, don't you, that this means that I get to do this to you someday?" "I don't have that much trouble with anger, I don't think." He smiled. "Not with anger. With something else." "What, then?" "That would be telling. Do you agree?" I considered. "This is as much advance warning as I gave you, isn't it?" He nodded. I looked inside myself for a moment, then back at him. "I am yours, beloved." He smiled. "As I am yours." ***************************** This is fiction. Be very careful when actually slapping people across the face. copyright 1993 by Cory Kerens Safeword: Rainbow Author's note: This is part of a series of stories about Jacqueline DeNorlan, a famous sculptor and part-time security expert and her submissive, a young Assistant District Attorney named Victoria Lerner. This story takes place a few months before the events in my story "Get A Room", also published here at literotica. As always I crave feedback via the CONTACT tab on my profile. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The reception area at the airport was crowded but Victoria still easily saw the tall form of her lover striding confidently towards the exit. She slipped between the throngs of people and intercepted her. Her arms encircled a slim waist and she pressed her head against the red haired woman's chest whispering, "I missed you so much, my Jacqy." A strong finger gently pressed her chin upwards and she lost herself in her lover's big green eyes. "I missed you too, baby." A soft kiss on her lips sealed their welcome and they turned to the parking lot where she had left the taller woman's car. "So, how was your trip?" Jacqueline's father had asked her to check out the software development firm of one of his friends who thought that his security system had been tempered with. So, she had flown out to his place. "Uncle Greg was right. Someone had created an automated back-up feed to an external computer. They copied all of his financial and technical data. It opened him up to blackmail of any kind. I put a stop to it and tracked the guy down. It's in the hands of the police now. At first I thought that anyone could have found them out but it took one of my specialised routines to find it. So, it was good that I did it myself but I spent two very lonely nights." "Me too, the only thing tiding me over were your phone calls, my love. I missed you so much; your strong arms holding me, breathing in your scent." The taller woman smiled but didn't answer. Now was not the time to reminiscence about their lengthy phone calls, lengthy, steamy phone conversations that had left her horny as hell. The SUV was waiting for them on the second level of the multi-story parking building and the black-haired Assistant District Attorney silently handed over the keys. Jacqueline put the key in the ignition and changed the setting of the seats and mirrors to fit her larger frame while Victoria climbed in the passenger seat and started to fasten the seatbelt. "Didn't you just forget something, little one?" The questioning look the artist and part time security expert received as an answer let her add. "Your skirt, baby!" The slightly younger woman blushed. "I'm sorry, Jacqy. I forgot." "Did you also forget on the way here, my love?" The raven-head only nodded. "Well, then we will have to do something about it, won't we, baby?" "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Mis... Jacqy." "Look at me, Tory." Victoria turned her head to the driver's side but didn't dare to look in her beloved Mistress' eyes. Her chin once again was guided upwards. "It's alright, my love. It was just a slight oversight. I'm not angry but we also can't let this go. Pull your skirt up and sit directly on the leather -- as you should have done from the beginning. That's better. Open your blouse and take the clamps out of the glove compartment. Put them on." The raven-head did as ordered, a surge of arousal coursing through her body. "Now, put your hands behind your head and close your eyes. Stay this way and tell me about your day. I want to know every single detail." Jacqueline demanded while backing out of the parking space and turning the windows black. "I went to the office early..." "No Tory, start at the beginning. Tell your Mistress how you started your day." ~*~ A bright smile appeared on the raven-head's face but she didn't open her eyes or change her position. "I woke shortly after five, almost an hour before the alarm was supposed to go off. I had dreamed about you making love to me and I was very wet. I wanted nothing more than to masturbate while imagining your eyes on me. I quickly got up to avoid the temptation and took a very long, very cold shower. "The coffee maker was also set for 6h00; so, I got dressed first. I chose the charcoal slacks with the light grey jacket and the dark grey silk T-shirt you gifted me with a few weeks ago. I skipped breakfast and went directly to work. I arrived at the office shortly after six. I had a lot of paperwork to go through and eyewitness accounts to read and worked until my colleagues dragged me to lunch. I had a salad and was back at my desk by 1h30. Three hours later I called it a day, but I had to take a few files home to prepare for court on Tuesday. "After putting the car in the garage, I started the preparations for later. I took the lasagne out of the freezer and decanted the wine. I stripped off my work clothes and went to the bathroom. I took another shower and washed..." The clamp on her right nipple was pulled and twisted. "I'm sorry, Mistress, please let me try again. I stepped into the tub and turned the water on. I squeezed some of the peach scented soap on the loofah and started to create lather. I worked my way up from my right foot to the waist and down to the left foot, and I wished it were you soaping me up, Mistress. "I started on my stomach and arms, and when I became aware that I was lingering on my breasts I quickly cut the warm water and stood under cold spray until the soap was gone and I was shivering. I once again changed the temperature and washed my hair. I massaged my scalp, just like you sometimes do but it only made me miss you more. I finished with another burst of cold water and dried myself. "Then I used the epilator on my armpits and legs. I thought of also using it on my nether region but it always makes my skin red and puffy for hours and I didn't want that. I decided to shave though I was a bit afraid to knick my skin but afterwards it felt so good, so smooth. It was so hard to keep from masturbating but I didn't because I didn't want to disappoint you." A long finger was put on her lips and Victoria felt how her skirt was tucked aside. Her Mistress let her fingers glide over the baby-smooth skin, and a wave of arousal went through her -- though she somehow kept her position. "Good work, baby! Please, continue." "I dried and brushed my hair, and then I brushed my teeth. I knew that I was stalling. I was afraid of what I had to do next. I never before had to do an enema on my own and I didn't want to end up making a mess." Jacqueline's hand once again patted her thigh just where her skirt ended and Victoria fell silent. "Go on, little one, you're doing fine." "I decided to do it in the bathtub to minimize the risk. I first mixed the sanitizing soap with hot water and let it cool down to body temperature. I knelt in the tub and inserted the lubed up nozzle. I held it in place with my right hand and opened the valve with my left. The water began to fill me up. It was so hot. I almost broke my position but my rational mind set in. I knew that it was not hotter than usual. I took a deep breath and waited. "I missed your comforting hand on the small of my back. I missed your voice telling me that I was doing fine, and that it soon would be over. With you close to me the water distending my stomach and pressing against my bladder never hurt but today it did. It was so hard to stay still and hold my position. I silently counted to five hundred, just like you taught me. It took a conscious effort not to count faster than usual and just to be sure I added another hundred. "I removed the nozzle and to my own surprise didn't spill anything. I slowly stood and stepped out of the tub. I could feel myself losing control and just barely made it to the toilette. It was embarrassing and humiliating. "I rinsed and refilled the enema bag with cold water and returned to the bathtub. I was glad that I had to keep that in only half as long but without you it still was hard to do. I felt vulnerable instead of protected and cared for. I tried not to think but my mind was running a mile a minute. I saw myself as a young maiden preparing to be willingly sacrificed to a cruel god." The raven-head expected her Mistress to laugh at the thought -- but when there was no reaction she continued. "After expelling the cold water I tested my sphincter just like you would have done, and found it like it should be. I was relieved that it was over but at the same time I was so ashamed." She once again fell silent. "It sounds like you did everything I asked you to do to the letter. You have no reason to feel ashamed, my love." "My head knows that, Mistress, but still..." The half naked woman was tempted to remove her hands from behind her head to give her words more emphasis but she stopped herself in time. "I enjoy it when you give me an enema, Mistress. So, doing it myself in your name should also give me pleasure, but all I felt was loss and emptiness and shame. I disappointed you, Mistress." "No, you didn't, little one. I'm proud of you. I knew it would be hard for you to perform the preparations on your own. I cherish the deep trust you show when you let me do these things, when you give me your body, inside and out. You don't have to be ashamed of your feelings, Tory. The important part is that you followed my orders, regardless of how it made you feel. I'm very proud of you, my love." Her Mistress' words were accompanied by the hand on her thigh making tiny circles while slowly inching higher. It was a testament of the young woman's training that she didn't move her hips forwards to be touched in a more intimate place but she couldn't suppress the moan of disappointment when the hand suddenly was removed. A humming sound told her that the gate to their estate was opening; she heard the distinct rhythm of the cobblestones of their driveway. The garage door opened. They were home. Jacqueline cut the engine, the driver's door was opened, but the young councelor didn't move. Her door opened, and she felt her lover's eyes on her. The seatbelt was removed, and her aching arms were guided to her side, one after the other. Firm fingers cupped her right breast; a short tug removed the clamp but before the pain had a chance to set in, soft but demanding lips closed around the hard bud. The procedure was repeated at the other side. Suddenly the comforting touch was gone, and two soft kisses landed on her eye lids. "Open those beautiful eyes for me, baby. You paid your due. I love you, and I'm very, very proud of you." The brilliant smile and the obvious devotion in her Mistress' eyes stole her breath and so she only answered with a smile of her own. "Go inside and pour us some juice, Tory. Stay like you are; I reserve the right of undressing you." The raven-head gave her a shy kiss on the cheek and hurried inside. Jacqueline followed her with the eyes before removing her carry-all from the trunk and closing the garage door. She was a bit worried at the level of insecurity her lover's confession had revealed but she was also gratified that she talked about it and didn't try to bottle it up like she would have done a few years ago, at the beginning of their relationship. Today, however, was not the time to address this problem. There was enough on the plate for her beloved submissive as it was; but there still was one thing she could do and would greatly enjoy to do: to reward Victoria for her openness and obedience. ~*~ When the tall redhead entered the living room, Victoria just exited the kitchen with a big and a small glass of tomato juice in her hands. Jacqueline almost completely drained hers while the other woman only sipped. "Thank you, my love. It had just the right kick of Tabasco. Stand at ease." The artist stepped behind her dark-haired partner and let her hands slide from the wrists up to the elbows and finally rested for a moment on the shoulders. They moved again, following the rim of the opened shirt but without touching the soft skin more than with the tips of her fingers. She still felt her lover's heartbeat accelerate and pressed her muscled frame more firmly against her. Jacqueline unbuttoned the blouse completely and simultaneously tucked the shirt out of the skirt and let the garment fall to the floor. Only then did she stroke the taut flesh of her partner's body and was rewarded with a harsh intake of breath. She let her hands wander along the sides and over the flat stomach; her thumbnails retraced the underside of her beloved's breasts. The already hard nipples suddenly perked up even more. "You are beautiful, my love," the tall woman whispered in her ear and turned her around. A few precise movements let her skirt fall down and revealed smooth naked skin. Jacqueline sank to her knees in front of her lover. "Brace yourself on my shoulders, baby." She placed her first kiss just under the navel and felt the other woman's anticipatory shiver. Caressing every square inch of flesh with her lips and tongue, she took her time to reach her goal. She exhaled on the engorged nub, the shiver intensified and Victoria spread her legs a bit wider. She took her time by lowering her body even further and licked the wetness from her lover's thighs. Victoria's fingernails were cutting in her flesh. She put her strong hands on the smaller woman's hips to steady her. The grip on her shoulders intensified when her tongue for the first time swept the length of her lover's sex and suddenly buried itself in the soft folds as deeply as possible. Though her broad shoulders were still covered with her favourite denim shirt, the fingers would probably leave some marks but she didn't mind. Jacqueline breathed in her beloved's scent and the taste of her juices was better than anything else she could imagine. It was intoxicating and she lapped up every last drop she could get. The raven-head wouldn't last much longer. The sculptor knew that Victoria's arousal had risen steadily since she had ordered her to pull up her skirt in the car. She knew her body well and would guide her to the floor as gently as possible as soon as the first wave of release would hit her. She licked the inner and outer labia, let her tongue dance close to the sphincter but had yet to touch the quivering clit. Victoria's legs trembled with the strain to stay upright. The tall redhead felt her own arousal coursing through her with a vengeance but she did her best to stay in control. This was not about her; it was about the love of her life. A couple of minutes or a lifetime later, the naked woman finally succumbed to her lover's masterful ministrations. Her legs gave out and she was gently guided to the floor. Jacqueline even managed to keep her mouth on the raven-head's centre while lowering her. A relentless, skilled tongue made Victoria's second orgasm blend in with the aftershocks of the first. Jacqueline followed quickly, more than turned on by the incredible sight and the sound of her name cried out in ecstasy. Jacqueline kissed her way up to Victoria's face by placing butterfly kisses in a random pattern on her flushed skin. They shared a deep passionate kiss. Victoria tasted herself on her Mistress' lips. She whispered. "I love you, Jacqueline DeNorlan, my Mistress, my strength." "You are my strength, little one. I love you, Victoria Katherine Lerner. Let's rest for a while, you earned it." The smaller woman snuggled against her lover as close as she could. Her naked skin was pressed against the slightly rough texture of her Mistress' denim shirt and the cold smoothness of the deep brown leather pants. It felt so right -- being naked while the other woman was still clothed. She felt safe; she always had, right from the very first moment she had looked into the incredibly green eyes of the woman she had bumped into in her hurry to get her shopping done as fast as possible, from the first moment a strong arm had kept her from falling and she had breathed in the unique scent of the then stranger. She had felt safe then and her hurry had been forgotten. The attraction had been mutual because instead of going their own ways they had taken a coffee at the local Starbucks and met the next evening for their first date. Victoria looked up and found an expression on her lover's and Mistress' face that spoke of her deep devotion to the smaller woman. "Thank you, Mistress." An arched eyebrow made her add. "Thank you for making me feel safe. Thank you for making me feel alive, my beloved Mistress." "Thank you for trusting me, my love; thank you for giving yourself to me," was the sincere reply. Soft lips found hers but they didn't linger, instead the soft green orbs had adopted a serious expression, and she reacted. "It's time for my training?" "Yes, baby. Go to the playroom and take your position." "Yes Mistress." Victoria kissed the taller woman and graciously got to her feet. Still lying on the floor Jacqueline followed her with adoring, passion filled eyes. ~*~ She knew that the slightly younger woman loved anal play but she dreaded anal training. After one of their play sessions had gone south almost a year ago they had decided to introduce these training sessions to keep her from clamping up again. She was making steady progress but it still was very hard for the young ADA. A quick shower later, the tall sculptor and part-time security expert crossed the threshold to their playroom. Victoria was kneeling on a latex blanket with her hands clasped behind her back, and her back facing the door. Her body language betrayed a slight tension but all in all she seemed reasonably relaxed. The redhead studied the display of butt plugs and lubrication that had been laid out for her use, next to a flogger, a wooden paddle, and a cane. She hoped that she would not need the last item but in all of their earlier sessions her beloved had failed at least one part of her challenges, and it would be unreasonable to hope that this time would be different. She positioned herself about three feet from her lover. "Look at me, Victoria." The kneeling woman looked up and studied Jacqueline's naked muscled frame -- and the sight alone made it hard for her to hold her position. Victoria's heartbeat jumped at the sight and she felt a new wave of arousal hitting her centre. Her Mistress always had a commanding presence, regardless of what she was wearing but to her she never was more dominant than in moments like this -- when the two of them were naked. The look in her eyes was more than enough but right now it seemed even stronger; natural authority emanated from her, irresistibly. "Victoria, your body has been cleansed in preparation of this session of anal training. The challenges awaiting you will not be easy to master. Do you, of your own free will submit to this training? Do you accept that you will be punished if you fail one or more of these tests? Do you accept that the only way to end this training session prematurely will be to use your safe word?" Brown eyes found green orbs and Victoria answered. "Yes Mistress. I submit to this training of my own free will. I will humbly accept that I will be punished if I fail one or more of the challenges and I know that I have to use my safe word if I want to end this training session before you do, Mistress." "What's you safe word?" "Rainbow." Jacqueline smiled. In all the years they had known each other the lawyer only had resorted to her safe word twice, and she was reasonably sure that that she wouldn't hear it this night. "Do you also accept that you will be punished for every time you'll ask me to stop without using the safe word?" "Yes Mistress." The redhead's smile broadened. "Stand up and go over my knees. We'll start with a warm-up spanking to get you in the mood." Safeword: Rainbow Victoria quickly obeyed and the artist began to systematically redden her beautiful submissive's ass with the flat of her hand. It would not really hurt her but heighten her awareness for her situation. She then ordered her to get on all fours and crawl to the centre of the latex blanket. ~*~ Jacqueline lit some candles across the room and slightly dimmed the electrical lights. She then knelt next to her lover and gently stroked the pink buttocks. Her other hand found the smooth, freshly shaved mons. She smiled at the sudden intake of breath when she began to finger fuck the slick, ready opening. The spread legs opened even further. Continuing her slow movement she lubed up her left index finger and circled the raven-head's nether opening. She took her time and waited for her lover to relax. The digit slipped easily inside but she stopped after introducing the second knuckle. "Can you feel me inside of you, my love? I want you to relax, open up for me." The pressure around her finger almost immediately lessened and she praised the younger woman for her efforts while pressing deeper 'til her whole index finger was buried deep inside. Meanwhile, her right thumb was coaxing Victoria's clit out of its hood. She could have measured her lover's accelerated heartbeat by touch alone. Reluctant to make it too easy for her beloved, Jacqueline slowed her rhythm down and thus kept her at a moderate level of arousal. To the redhead's surprise the ass cheeks and sphincter muscles stayed relaxed. Encouraged, she started to move her index finger in and out, creating another rhythm that served as counterpoint to the movements of her other hand. Victoria's posture relaxed even further. But she couldn't help but shudder when a second finger was introduced. As a testament to her training and her self control she didn't tense up. "Yes, that's my baby. "Next step. I want you to clench your muscles when I'm at the deepest point of penetration. Slowly let go when I start to pull out. And I want you to be as relaxed as possible when I bear down again." Jacqueline used the exercise to widen her lover's anal entrance a bit more with every slow pass, until she was able to add a third finger. Her right thumb was still on the other's clit, flicking it gently. With the next pass the long fingers stayed buried as deeply as possible. She sped up her ministrations, stroking her arousal to a raging fire and pushing her over the edge. Her whole body shock with the force of her release and for a scant second her control faltered and her internal muscles relaxed. Jacqueline then let her ride out the orgasm and removed her hand from her beloved's pussy. The fingers in her ass stayed motionless. She waited for Victoria's heartbeat to return to a more normal speed. "You did much better than the last time, baby, but you still earned yourself a punishment. Do you want it now or after the session?" "Now, please. I'm sorry I couldn't control myself better." "You're doing fine, my love. I'm proud of you." She pulled her fingers out of Victoria's arse and removed the last remnants of the lube with a soft tissue from her lover's behind. "For losing control and relaxing your muscles without permission you now will suffer six strokes with the cane. I don't want you to count, but you will announce every second stroke." Soon six evenly spaced marks adorned the young lawyer's backside. Usually she would have resented having to kiss the instrument of discipline but this time was different, very different; it made her feel secure and complete. Having to kiss the cane this time made her feel cared for and cherished. Her Mistress put some soothing lotion on her skin and gently caressed her sides and breasts until the lotion had been completely absorbed. ~*~ A very slim butt plug was inserted in her anus; it was about half the diameter of her Mistress' index finger and she had to actively clamp down to keep it in place. During their first training session she had let it slip out twice -- and even three days later had barely been able to sit. She had learned her lesson well. For the next twenty minutes Jacqueline led her through a series of jumping jacks, gymnastic and aerobic moves, jack-knives, and push-ups. Once or twice she felt it move and feared that the tiny object would slip out but when her Mistress inspected her it were only three millimetres. That meant she would only get three more strokes with the cane and she took them with a certain pride. The tall redhead confirmed her self-evaluation by telling Victoria how beautiful she was and how much pride she felt at having such a good submissive. She accentuated every word with a gentle kiss on Victoria's reddened skin and the raised welts from the cane, thus giving her a small treat before the next part of her training. "Please, Mistress, don't stop. Your lips feel so good on my burning skin." Jacqueline smiled and indulged her for a few more minutes but didn't allow herself to become distracted by her own mounting arousal. She gently spread her lover's cheeks and checked the sphincter. She coated her fingers with lube and quickly pressed three of them past the immediately tensing muscle. The raven-head grunted but stayed in position and tried to relax by breathing as calmly as possible. The pressure against Jacqueline's fingers lessened and she started to curl them against the taut wall of muscles and slowly pump in and out. She saw in the wall mirror that her lover's face was starting to get flushed and cupped her clit and labia in the palm of her right hand. She just held her, possessively, protectively. The younger woman's juices were slowly coating her skin. Thrusting her forth finger in Victoria's anus gave her more freedom of movement and she worked on enlarging the opening even further. As soon as the younger woman's breathing returned to a more regular rhythm she quickly withdrew both hands and whispered, "Brace yourself, baby!" The vibrator she now held was big, more than big with over 10'' in length and at its broadest point almost as thick as her closed fist. Despite the thorough preparation it would be a painful process for her beloved to take it all in. It would all but split her in two but it also was the last part of the training. The first two and a half inches went in easily but then the shaft rapidly got thicker and Jacqueline added more lubrication. Her right arms circled Victoria's waist to steady her while the left worked on pushing the monster all the way in. She steeled herself against her lover's pain filled moans and her pleading voice. "Please, Mistress, stop. It hurts so much. Please stop!" Finally the vibrator was in position; the circumference of the base approximated the sculptor's wrist. Jacqueline quickly attached a harness to secure it and helped the crying young woman to stand. She took her in her arms and they cuddled on the bed. "It hurts so much, Jacqy." "I know, my love, but you are strong, you can take it." "Please make it stop. Please, I can't!" The redhead sought Victoria's brown orbs and answered seriously. "You know that there is only one way to stop this, little one. Use your safe word. I'll still be proud of you." The woman in her arms was visibly fighting with herself. She had used the safe word to stop the first session of anal training at exactly this point, and the next day she had begged her Mistress on her knees to try again but then the plug had not been as thick and long and punishing as this one. "I'm sorry, Mistress," she whispered against the taller woman's shoulder. "You'll only have to wear it for two hours, my love, well, one hour and 52 minutes to be exact. You can do it." "Please hold me, Mistress." "Always, my love." She kissed the enticing, still tear-filled brown eyes and rolled the other woman on her back. Victoria's painful hiss was swallowed by her Mistress' tongue searching out her own. Strong hands began to knead her breasts and she instinctively arched her back for better access. The hands stayed but the mouth began to wander down her throat between her breasts. It lingered over her belly button and descended to her freshly shaven mons. She opened her legs in anticipation. Soft lips nibbled her outer labia and a tongue lapped the length of her sex, eagerly gathering her juices. She quickly forgot the pain in her caned backside while the intruder anchored in her anus was still keenly felt but no longer unbearably so. Her orgasm built quickly and just as she had been trained she tried to hold it back. "Come for me, my love." Jacqueline held her beloved during the afterglow and activated the vibrator before she had a chance to recover completely. It was at a fairly low setting and she quickly would become used to it but for now it gave her an excuse to snuggle deeper into her Mistress' embrace. "I love you, Mistress." "And I love you, my Tory." The tall redhead answered, kissing her on the crown of her head in the knowledge that she wouldn't ask again to end the session prematurely. She gave her another few minutes to recover and then said, "It's time for something to eat, my love. Come!" Victoria let herself reluctantly be helped to her feet. Walking hurt but it no longer was the sharp pain it had been at first. Her Mistress took a seat at the kitchen table while she put the lasagne in the microwave oven and poured a glass of wine. Instead of making her kneel on the floor or sending her into a corner, Jacqueline took her on her lap. She was securely held and hand-fed, almost forgetting that this was still part of the training session; at least until her Mistress began to play with the settings on the remote control of the vibrator. "Remember," the tall woman said while stroking her pussy lips, "you are not allowed to come without permission, and from now on you will not be allowed to beg or even ask for it." "Yes Mistress," Victoria answered quietly, all too aware that the taller woman wouldn't make it easy for her. When their meal was finished and the kitchen put back in order there were still 49 minutes left to the two hours. They returned to the play room and the raven-head saw the wetness glistening on her Mistress' thighs, so she asked, "Please, Mistress, let me make love to you. Let me give you pleasure!" Jacqueline only nodded and quickly found herself the object of her lover's very solicitous attentions. Victoria knew exactly how to further arouse her and seeing the need in the sculptor's deep green eyes, she brought her to a quick release and already worked on building up the next orgasm before the first had ebbed away. They both fell asleep; first the submissive and then the Mistress who had just enough awareness left to deactivate the vibrator. Jacqueline was the first to wake up again and berated herself for falling asleep in the first place. The wall mounted clock told her that they had been out for more than two and a half hours. ~*~ She woke Victoria by placing gentle kisses on her eyes, nose, and mouth. "Hello, my love. It's time to remove the vibrator." The younger woman blinked a few times and answered sleepily, "Yes, my love," intent on going back to sleep. "Wake up, baby. We still have a training session to finish." Brown eyes snapped open. "We fell asleep in the play room?" "Yes, baby, and now take your position on the floor." Victoria placed an almost chaste kiss on the soft tissue of her Mistress' breast and climbed out of bed. Jacqueline immediately was at her side and removed the straps of the harness. "Are you ready, Tory? This will probably hurt as much as putting it in did but I really need you to do most of the work on your own." The dark haired woman only nodded. She knew that her Mistress would make it as easy as possible for her. "Okay, let's do it. Press it out as hard as you can." Jacqueline lubricated the area around the plug. She put her right hand on the small of the kneeling woman's back, to hold her and to soothe her. "Alright my love, you know what to do, concentrate on your breathing and expel it." She immediately felt the change in her lover's posture. The vibrator began to move, only a fraction of an inch, but the tall woman was ready and grabbed the base of the plug to keep it from sliding back in. "That's it, my love. You're doing well. Just get it past the thickest part. The rest is a piece of cake. Do it for me, baby." Long, agonising minutes later the slender body was covered in sweat and trembling with exhaustion. The redhead praised her but didn't allow her to get up yet. "Hold your position, my love. I'll be back in a moment." Jacqueline fetched a bowl with warm water and a washcloth from the adjoining bathroom and began to wash the raven-head's face, followed by her arms, back, and her breasts. She took her time and turned a simple act into a caress, especially with her lover's sex and her still reddened and welted behind. Without letting her lover know she squirted a generous amount of a transparent gel on her fingers and began to massage it in, very thoroughly. "Huh, what's that? It's cold." That really must have surprised her or she never would have spoken without being spoken to first; it was part of the rules of all of their training sessions. "I know that it's cold, my love, but it can't be helped. It's part of how it works -- at least that's what Marge told me. It will help your sphincter to recover from the extended stretching. If it works as good as she said it would, by tomorrow morning you will be back to normal." "Wow! Thank you, Mistress! Would you please punish me for asking you to stop twice, and for speaking without your permission." Jacqueline continued to massage the gel into the skin just around her lover's abused anal muscle. Ten minutes at least, Marge had said. "Are you sure that you want the full punishment? You did so well tonight that I would be inclined to let you off the hook with just a symbolic punishment." "No, Mistress, I screwed up. I deserve to be punished, really punished. I'm sorry that I didn't have the strength not to beg you to stop. Please use the cane on me, let me feel the consequences of my disobedience the whole next week." A finger was put on her lips. "Don't forget who's in charge, baby. Only I decide why or how you will or should be punished." "I'm sorry, Mistress, I didn't want to presume anything." "That's better. You'll now receive five strokes for asking the first time, ten for the second, and another ten for speaking without permission. You also tried to manipulate me but for this you will not be punished, not this time. I'm counting that you remember how poorly I look upon attempts to top from the bottom." "Yes, Mistress, I remember. I'm really sorry. I didn't consciously try anything, it just slipped out." Victoria's voice was barely above a whisper; so, the other woman probed deeper. "Victoria Katherine, are you telling me the truth?" "Yes, Mistress," the younger woman's voice held more conviction, "I never would lie to you and I learned my lesson early on." Both women couldn't help but recall this time, a few weeks after the raven-head had moved in with Jacqueline. One of them remembered it with a certain dread, the other with a certain degree of pride. They both knew that it definitively had brought them closer together. Instead of asking for what she wanted, Victoria had tried to manipulate her Mistress, and the tall artist had not taken kindly to the numerous subtle and not so subtle attempts of her newly minted submissive to take control. One day she had sat her down and given her a choice, right in the middle of a cuddling session on the couch. ~~~ "Sit up, Victoria, we have to talk. An hour ago you said you wanted to be held by your Mistress, and now you try to give me orders?" Jacqueline's voice was calm and her face didn't betray any emotion; so, the other woman didn't take her as seriously as she should have. "Oh, come, I only asked you to stroke me a bit." "You asked?" Now, there was an angry glimmer in her eyes. "I told you to..." The raven-head fell silent and she found something interesting to look at on her hands. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I screwed up. I'm sorry!" "Sorry is not good enough, baby, because this was not the first time. It was just over a month ago that you chose me as your Mistress, in front of our friends and your former Mistress. And you proved your submission by receiving 24 strokes with the cane, by kissing my hands and licking my feet. Do you still stand to your word, Tory? Do you still want to be mine?" Victoria did the only thing she could think of; she slid from the couch and knelt in front of the other woman. The redhead had her feet tucked under her; so, the closest she could get to kissing her Mistress' feet was to kiss her knees. She then put her forehead on the floor and remained this way. "Sit up, little one. I assume you understand that we have a problem." Victoria's eyes concentrated on the floor but she answered. "Yes, Mistress, I know. Please help me to do better." "Is this really what you want, Victoria? You will have to be punished and we will have to work on your attitude problem. It won't be a walk through a park, that's why I give you the chance to back out now." Victoria visibly paled but she knew enough about her Mistress to be aware that neither an apology nor a promise to do better in the future would be enough. "Please, I want to learn, Mistress." "It will be painful, little one, for both of us because I will not cut you any slack." The taller woman said, seriousness still predominant in her voice. Victoria raised her eyes and found the green orbs of her Mistress. "I love you, Jacqueline DeNorlan. I want you to be my Mistress, now and for the rest of our lives. I want you to teach me how to be your submissive. Please, Mistress, teach me how to serve you better. Please punish me for my short-comings." The redhead bent forward and kissed her on the forehead. "I want you to get on your hands and knees and crawl to the corner on your right. Get up on your knees and put your hands in your neck. I have a few phone calls to make." Jacqueline left the room before the smaller woman had reached her assigned position. Victoria didn't like corner time but she only had herself to blame, and she also was honest enough with herself to admit that she needed this. She felt secure in the knowledge that her Mistress would take care of her and make everything alright. A few minutes later she heard Jacqueline's voice. "Come back to the couch, Victoria Katherine." In the process of standing up the dark haired woman changed her mind and got back on her hands and knees. She took her place in front of her Mistress but didn't dare to look up. "Look at me, Tory." The young woman obeyed immediately. "I just spoke with your boss. He was very concerned when he heard about your accident and sends his best wishes. I told him that you sprained your ankle and gave yourself a few bruises when training for the softball game on Saturday. Thanks to the painkillers you are supposedly taking you will only be able to work for a few hours a day. He agreed that you can work from here. Sandra will send the appropriate paperwork to your boss first thing tomorrow morning. This way they won't take it out of your holiday time. "I know it's not strictly legal but we will need this time for us. This way we will have two weeks to work on our problem. Your day will start with six strokes with a cane as punishment for all the times you forgot your place. You then will work 'til midday, and the rest of the day will be dedicated to learning, for both of us." Jacqueline saw the question in her lover's eyes before she opened her mouth and put a finger on her lips. Safeword: Rainbow "A few days ago I spoke with Marge and Abby; they helped me to understand that you are not the only one responsible for our situation. My previous relationships never have been this intimate. I kept my distance and we only met to play. I never wanted more. Don't misunderstand me: I was a dedicated Mistress but before I met you there always had been something missing. I never had a submissive who was also a friend and a partner. So, we both have to learn how to balance both elements of our relationship because I need you as my partner and my submissive." After a night spent cuddling and making gentle love Victoria's new life began. Her comfortable office chair in the study had been replaced by a hardwood chair that made her keenly feel the six welts on her buttocks. She worked for about five hours before Jacqueline took her to the kitchen. She knelt on the floor to the right of her Mistress' chair and waited to be fed. The afternoon was spent with various exercises, all intended to emphasise her position in the household. It was not unbearable but brought her to the brink of tears more than once. Jacqueline's calm orders and her gentle but unwavering dominance did a lot for her state of mind and the extent of her submission. In the evenings they had a lot of fun watching TV or playing cards or just talking. The only thing they didn't do was making love. Victoria was regularly ordered to eat her Mistress and make her come but she was not allowed any release herself. ~~~ Yes, she had learned her lesson and it had brought them closer together. Her submission no longer was a conscious decision; it had become a physical need. It was no longer a role she played but part of who she was. It was what she had longed for but never found. Her mind was abruptly brought back to the present by a paddle hitting her still sensitive ass cheeks, the first stroke of her punishment. She opened her mouth to count and only remembered at the last second that she had not been ordered to count. Her Mistress took her time and made sure that the pain spread before she applied the next one, but they were not very hard -- just enough to be felt for about a day. Jacqueline praised her for taking the punishment in silence and kissed the reddened flesh. "Take your position on the bed, my love. It's time fore the final step." The tall redhead brought the water basin back to the bathroom where she also cleaned the two butt plugs while Victoria gingerly stretched out on the mattress. She spread her legs and closed her fingers around the bars of the headrest. Her Mistress took the flogger and aimed for her nether lips, three sharp strokes. She bravely held her position and thanked Jacqueline for the lesson. Another three strokes hit her right breast and made her shudder but didn't leave any marks, and she once again thanked her Mistress. The next set once again hit her between the legs; her left breast was next, and the last set once again hit her nether region. "I'm very proud of you, Victoria Katherine Lerner." "Thank you, Mistress. When will be the next session?" "Not for the next three months, my love, maybe longer. And I promise that next time I'll be there for the preparations." "Thank you, Mistress. I love you." "I love you too, little one." THE END