6 comments/ 10139 views/ 3 favorites White Lily Ch. 01 By: Blithering_Hayseed Ally is standing obediently in the center of the living room, naked apart from the jewellery I insist adorns her exposed flesh. She wears a silver tiara in her hair and heavy dangling ear-rings that catch the candlelight with each slight movement of her head. White Lilies scattered around the room emanate a subtle fragrance. She is blindfolded and unaware of what I have planned for her. Continuing down her naked body, Ally has a silver choker around her neck and several silver chains falling between her perky breasts. Both of her upper arms are adorned with silver armlets and her fore-arms jangle with a myriad of bracelets as she mildly strokes her clitoris. Two silver chains hang from her waist, crossing on her naked hip. Ally has more silver chains around her ankles and her fingers are slightly constrained by silver rings that join across all four fingers. Ally looks resplendent, beautiful and tentatively submissive in the gentle glow of the candles. It is not so much that the jewellery compliments her beauty, but more that her sensuality gives a purpose to the jewellery. I love to see her looking so radiant, so aware of her sensuality and her confidence in the affect it has on me. She wears a white lily in her hair. Ally has been standing for some time, stroking her clitoris, her mouth slightly apprehensive at the unknown flowering of the evening. I can be a cruel man. Attached to each of Ally's nipples is a thin wire, tied into a slip knot and then tightened around each nipple. The wire hangs taught across the room and out of the door. Ally's nipples are large and prominent; enough for her to self consciously wear padded bras. In the security of our relationship Ally stands with her nipples fully exposed, stroking herself in expectation of the evening. I love the lines around her mouth and eyes, lines of experience, lines of a fully aware woman. Not for me, the empty thrills of young submissive women. There is no real satisfaction in training a young submissive, it lacks any real challenge. They are too malleable. Ally is middle aged, mature and fully aware of her sensuality. Before meeting me, her sex life had been straight as an arrow. How different her journey now, standing naked, biting her bottom lip in endearing anxiety, submitting herself to my whims and strangely never having been found as beautiful or as admired as she is right now. Her jewellery glitters in the flickering candlelight, accentuating the slight movements of her hands as she strokes her clitoris. I have transformed Ally from the middle aged suburban housewife and her mundane existence into a creature of profound beauty; the exotic submissive woman who strokes herself before me. Walking over to Ally I take in the scent of her arousal. Ally will not orgasm without permission and it has been several months since I allowed her the pleasure. Ally has even begged me not to have to touch herself because she finds her denial so overwhelming. Ally's little struggles are always a beauty to behold. As beautiful, intricate and delicate as a white lily. I gently guide her hands away from her wet pussy and place her hands on the taught wire. "Follow the trail, Ally." I gently stroke her prominent nipples. Ally obeys, giving the wire a gentle tug. The wire gives a little and then suddenly Ally cries out as her nipples are yanked hard by the wire. She totters forwards, her jewellery tinkling and jangling. Instinctively, Ally's hands cover her nipples. Ally's expression is an endearing mix of confusion, pain and humility. "Keep going" Tentatively Ally takes hold of the wire again. Instead of pulling on it, this time she keeps a hold of the wire and steps forward, chains jangling, taking the slack in and then stepping forward again. Ally is very unsure, her blind, jangling steps are wary; her mouth shows her concentration and tension. It takes quite a while for the wire to reveal its secret, but eventually Ally makes her way from the warm lounge, along the hallway and takes a nervous step into the kitchen, still anxiously unaware of what awaits. The warm white lily fragrance is gone. In its place are cold kitchen tiles and the smell of household cleaners. A few feet away from Ally, also blindfolded, is Amanda. The two women share an office and do not like each other. I encourage their animosity, it provides many possibilities. Amanda is similarly naked with her own vast amount of silver jewellery dangling and swaying with her every movement. She wears a red orchid in her hair. The end of the wires are attached to both women's nipples. Neither woman is yet aware of the others presence. The two women stumble carefully forward, step by step, nearer to each other, both anxiously trying to avoid a sudden tug on their sensitive nipples. A foot apart the two women sense each other. Ally is five foot two, a good six inches smaller than Amanda. "Keep winding up the wire until you reach the end." Both women think I am talking only to them. Ally takes another step forward and collides with Amanda, Ally's face squashing into Amanda's chest. They both stand stock still, trying to assess the situation in their blindfolds, ears straining for a hint from me. I know they have a hundred questions and only their faith in me and their training maintains their position in this cruel game. "Find the end of your trail" The two women fumble with the wire, in close proximity to one another now and eventually Ally's ringed fingers follow the wire and make tentative contact with Amanda's nipples. I wait until both women are standing holding each others nipples, waiting for my commands. They know now that they are in competition this evening. This has never happened before as both women have been trained separately. I can see the defensiveness in their body language. Their arms collide occasionally in the struggle, silver bangles clinking against bracelets, naked arms touching as they hold each others nipples. I cut the wires and then tie the ends together. Ally and Amanda are now attached to each other, nipple to nipple by three inches of wire. Ally's small, perky breasts are pulled upwards just as Amanda's are pulled down as a result of the difference in their heights. I remove their blindfolds and the two middle aged women find themselves staring at each other in the cold light of the fluorescent beam. This is a moment to savor. Two proud middle aged women, both with a secret submissive streak suddenly exposed to each other. Their secret selves exposed: Red Orchid and white lily. In addition, their breasts are placed in a situation of conflict, of comparison and competition. Their breasts, so often a symbol of women's sexuality, now exposed to each other and placed in direct opposition to each other. I know these women dislike each other and their mutual humiliation is a delectable pleasure. They stand staring at each other, clearly uncomfortable. Both are vulnerable, both women compete in their mundane world, battling out petty vendettas within the safe boundaries of polite society. These expectations have been removed. There is no room for passive aggression here. Here the two women must face each other naked and boldly. There is no garden fence to hide behind, no workplace decorum, no turning back. Each woman has been granted the privilege of seeing the other stripped of their everyday defenses. The fluorescent light is cruel and unforgiving, exposing the women's flaws to each other in a ghastly glow. I watch and wait to see what will unfold. I want them to confront their intimacy, to have no option but to face their enemy in uncomfortable proximity, their nipples binding them together. Watching their faces as they struggle to accept the enormity of their predicament is extremely arousing. "You! You fucking bitch!" Amanda says, breaking the tension and silence. She spits in Ally's face. These sisters in woe need to learn to work together. A lesson that may take them some time to learn. Ally doesn't say anything. Her face shows a grim determination. Ally's adorned and naked arms embrace Amanda's mid riff. Without a word, Ally's nails dig deep into Amanda's flesh and then rake along Amanda's side and back, causing rows of raw red lines. The battle has begun. With their nipples bound together, their options are limited. Neither dares to move too much and both women now begin raking each others bodies with their nails. Two middle aged women, both so sedate in their everyday lives, stand adorned to the hilt in silver jewellery scratching and nipping each others flesh, unable to pull away because of their joint nipple wires. Soon both women's backs and sides are raw and slightly bleeding in places, both are sweating and panting from their efforts. Ally's buttocks are scraped quite raw and both women have severe scratches on their naked thighs. Any sense of demeanor or dignity is gone. These women desperately want to triumph over each other. They stand glaring at one another, both sets of nipples pulled outwards by the wire, breathing heavily onto each other, close enough to kiss or hurt one another. I enjoy their competition, their willingness to reduce themselves to fighting bitches in competition for me. I use more wire to tie their hands behind their back and bid them kneel with their nipples connected by the wire. Standing near to the two women, I can feel the heat emanating from their exertions, hear the panting of their breath, and most delicious of all is the fuming hatred between these two women as they face each other. "Use your breasts. Fight" Kneeling with their hands secured behind their back, both Ally and Amanda's breasts are pushed forward. Ally begins by suddenly pushing her left breast into Amanda's right breast. Their sweating, tender flesh collides, breasts squashing against rib cages. As they pull apart both women forget about the wire and give themselves a vicious wrenching of their nipples. Their squeals and sudden movements back together are delicious. The contest lasts quite a while, both women giving their all. After twenty minutes I retire to the lounge and watch a movie, occasionally pausing to check I can hear their grunts and jewellery rattle as they battle. They need to be free to focus on their little predicament without distraction. After two hours I return to the kitchen. I see Amanda's naked back and haunches glistening with sweat and covered in scratches. Over Amanda's shoulder I can see Ally's face shiny with sweat and contorted with a stoic resilience to the pain that must be coursing through her breasts. Both of Ally's perky breasts are covered in abrasions, presumably where the jewellery has added to their breast collisions. The flesh of both breasts are a pulpy red and the usual smooth outline of her breasts is changed to a conglomerate of swellings, bruises and abrasions. Walking round I see that Amanda's breasts have fared no better. I can only imagine the intensity for the two women in two hours of giving and receiving pain, every little victory and defeat and each little moment of triumph. They look mentally and physically exhausted and both are clearly aroused from two hours of intimate nudity, touching and adrenalin; simply human nature. I doubt they have spent the full two hours in combat, but the predicament alone is tantalizing and the marks upon their bodies serve testament to their ordeal. It is enough. Both women have make-up streaked down their faces. They have cried through their pain, they have fought with their aching breasts for two hours. I am proud of both Ally and Amanda. I untie their wrists. "Do we have a winner?" "Not yet, but I'm going to fucking kill this bitch!" Amanda says, glaring at Ally. Ally is nursing her left breast and sitting on her buttocks to relieve the pressure on her knees. "Ally?" "No. I want to keep going." "Then follow." They obey; I hear scuffling behind me, where some minor altercation continues their rivalry. We return to the sanctuary of warmth, white lily fragrance and the gentle glow of candlelight. "Face each other." They do, giving me a side view of their sweating bodies in their jewellery. Neither Ally or Amanda maintain the poise they held at the start. Both are slightly slumped with exhaustion, both have aching breasts and scratched bodies. They are beautiful. "Amanda, slap Ally and call her a name." Amanda swings her right hand across Ally's face, making a resounding slap. "Cunt!" "Ally, your turn." Ally's arm follows suite; "Bitch!" I let them continue until both faces are swollen and angry, the two middle aged women looking almost primordial in their intent to destroy each other. "All well and good, ladies, But it is easy to hurt someone you hate." They look at me with exhausted and disbelieving faces, as if to say "Easy! This has been far from easy!" Two hours of intense competition has taken its toll. "That is no real test of your devotion to me. You will learn to swallow your pride." "Kiss!" Both women stand staring in shock and revulsion at my command. As I expect, it is Ally who recovers first. She reaches up with her jewellery laden arms and cups Amanda's cheeks in her hands. Then standing on the tips of her toes, Ally hurriedly kisses Amanda's lips. I enjoy watching them both try to hide their revulsion. "No! A kiss is not just in the lips. It is in the attitude, the responses, your whole body." "Kiss!" I pick up my cane as a little incentive for Ally and Amanda. I walk around them as Ally raises her naked arms and wraps them around Amanda's shoulders. Ally raises one naked thigh against Amanda's hip and leans her mouth forward for a kiss. Their lips touch, both in a sort of grimace. "Give each other praise. Show each other how much you want this. Perform." "Oh, Amanda, you're so attractive..." Ally says, kissing Amanda's lips repeatedly. The insincerity in her voice is amusing. I hit Amanda's naked buttocks with the cane. "Respond." "Ally, I love your breasts." Amanda says, roughly groping Ally's tender breast. A devious move, seeming to obey but still managing to be vindictive. I like it. Ally is quick to respond and returns the gesture. "Tongues!" I say, interrupting their feud, and focusing them back on the task at hand. Their mouths move close to each other and they waggle their tongues together. Their performance is pathetic, it is offensive in its lack of dedication to serve. "Kiss each other with passion or leave." My words hang heavy in the room, both women struggling with their dilemma. Both women long to serve me, both have a need to please me, but this challenge is excruciatingly humiliating and degrading. Watching Ally and Amanda glaring at each other, naked to each others gaze, battling to defeat each other makes my cock grow hard. They have to work together to meet my challenge, they must overcome their dislike of one another and place servitude before pride. I watch and wait, hand on my erection. "I...will....if you will." Ally whispers to Amanda. Amanda's body is trembling slightly and I think she is about to quit. "Will you?" Ally asks. I can physically see the two women stoically building up their resilience for the task and then they both lean forwards and their lips touch gently. It is an actual kiss. Ally's arms reach around Amanda's shoulders again and she pushes her naked breasts against Amanda and kisses her fully. This time their lips are locked and their tongues are in each others mouths. I watch them kiss for a while, letting them become familiar with each others strange kisses and touch. I know how both these women kiss and I expect to see that now. "More passion." "Ally, you fucking whore!" Amanda says, channeling her hatred into fake passion as they kiss. "Stop" The two women pull apart. "Amanda, see if Ally is aroused." Ally looks mortified but obediently parts her thighs slightly and Amanda runs a finger over Ally's exposed labia. Ally's humiliation at having her intimate parts touched by her nemesis is very arousing. Amanda holds up her finger, glistening with Ally's juices. Ally blushes. This is an unfair test. Both women are aroused by obeying me and I fully expected Ally's pussy to be wet with desire, but the humiliation is a joy. "Taste her." Amanda raises her finger to her mouth and tries her best not to look disgusted as she tastes Ally's secretions. I have Ally do the same for Amanda. Two middle aged office workers who dislike each other immensely are now standing with the taste of their aroused pussies on each others tongues. I am proud of them. I throw a strap-on dildo at their naked feet. "One of you will fuck the other. You have sixty seconds to decide." Neither woman moves nor speaks. How to solve this little quandary? I stroke my cock, mesmerized. "Thirty seconds." Amanda places her hands on her hips and stares Ally down. Breaking the stare, Ally squats down and picks up the dildo and with an act of sweet submission she holds it out to Amanda. "You wear it......" "...please." This is the heart of the whole evening, the blossoming of the natural hierarchy. It seems Ally will serve Amanda. With a gloating smirk Amanda snatches the dildo and attaches the straps to her waist. "Bend over, cunt." Amanda says, vindictiveness thick in her tone. Amanda is back in her comfort zone, lauding it over her enemy. She even has a nasty smile on her face as Ally bends over. Amanda grabs Ally's waist and pushes the dildo inside Ally's pussy. The dildo is large and thick and Ally's labia stretch around the hard plastic, about half way inside her gaping pussy. Ally gasps and I walk round so that I am facing Ally. I take her face in my hands. "Lower yourself onto the dildo, Ally" I watch Ally's face as she strains to push her naked haunches back and impale herself on the giant dildo. I enjoy every nuance of effort, pain and exertion that Ally displays. She seems shocked by the immense size of the dildo filling her pussy and overwhelmed by the sensations it creates. Ally works hard, grinding her buttocks back, thighs straining until eventually the dildo is buried to the hilt inside her pussy. Ally looks relieved to know the dildo is no larger. I have Amanda take hold of Ally's wrists so that her arms are bent straight back as she bends forward, impaled on the dildo. "Come here." Amanda begins to walk, shoving Ally forward by the dildo lodged in her pussy. Ally, bent forward and arms bent back hobbles helplessly as she is driven over to where I have chosen to sit. I motion them forward until Ally's straining face is pushed down to rest on my lap. Her arms are still being held back and her splayed thighs tremble to maintain her position. I hold Ally's face in my hands and she stares up at me imploringly. "Ask Amanda to fuck you." "Please....fuck me....Amanda." Amanda grins and then, pulling the dildo out of Ally's pussy, rams it as hard as she can back inside her. Ally cries out and I hold her head and savor her every expression. The fucking of Ally's pussy by Amanda's giant dildo continues for some time, Amanda giving it her all, thrusting with all her might, her face furrowed with determination. I hold Ally's face cupped in my hands throughout her fucking and relish the intricate and intense story it tells: Surprise at how deep the dildo goes, now a sudden bit of pain, now unexpected pleasure, now an awareness of her humiliation, now an acceptance, now a need to see it through to the end. The story goes on and on. It is an exquisite luxury to behold. White Lily Ch. 01 Eventually Amanda stops, exhausted, and withdraws the dildo from Ally's pussy. She stands with a satisfied smirk over Ally's body. I feel Ally's body slump into my lap and I gently stroke her sweat matted hair. "Thank Amanda." A barely audible "thank you" murmurs from Ally's lips. "Dance for me, Ally" I pour Amanda and I a glass of wine. We sit sipping our wine with Amanda naked next to me on the sofa as Ally wearily obeys. Ally's private dances are one of my favorite indulgences. Ally totters over to the stereo and Arabian music fills the room. Ally leaves to return dressed in her 'harem nights' costume. The dance begins. Ally raises her naked arms above her head, her bracelets sliding up her forearms, and smiles lovingly at me. With the curtains closed and Arabian music playing, Ally expresses her sensuality, the sequins on her 'harem nights' costume jangling as she sways her hips. Normally Ally feels safe and secure within the privacy of my living room, feels able to flaunt her sensuality, to express her sexuality just for me. A private dance between trusting lovers. Now she has the challenge of dancing such a dance with Amanda watching. The captivated look in my eyes gives Ally all the encouragement she needs, she knows with absolute certainty how mesmerized I am by her dancing. Other than her camisole top shimmering in the candle light, and her jewellery, Ally's body is naked from the waist up. The sequins of her camisole glitter as she flaunts her exposed torso for my pleasure. Amanda sits with her obligatory sneer. This dance is not for sharing, but an intimate moment in a loving relationship. My complete acceptance of Ally as a woman in her entirety gives her the confidence to express her unbridled sexuality. She rises above the ignominy of baring all to Amanda and dances for me. Ally turns on her heel, facing away from me and Amanda. The flesh of her back is completely exposed with only the string ties of her camisole top crossing her naked body. Her hands reach behind her back and tug the ties loose. Then she is facing me, one arm holding the shimmering top against her breasts. Leaning forward, a raunchy curl to the corner of her mouth, she pulls her top completely off. Ally's swirling movements cause the candle flames to flutter, shadows dancing along with her as the light catches a bracelet or shines momentarily on an arm, a thigh, illuminating Ally's delicate charms. She jiggles her small, sore breasts and dances away, her hips jangling the sequins of her belt and her naked arms stretching behind her neck, back arched to push her breasts forward. When her arms sway down to her hips Ally hooks her thumbs into the waist pants and with a shimmy has them fall down to her ankles. She steps free of the waist pants, her legs completely naked. Ally's dancing is slow, erotic and tender now. Her jewellery glitters in the candlelight, accentuating the erotic movements of her naked flesh. Her body is entirely exposed apart from the shorts and sequined belt as she dances. Her hands run over her naked flesh, now playing with her breasts, now sliding inside her shorts, her hips bucking against her own touch. Ally's movements are primal and lustful; a generous show of her innermost desires. I pull her to me and slide her shorts down her naked legs. The private hairs between her legs brush against my face as she dances before me. The intimate scent of Ally's aroused pussy begins to again pervade the room and I gently part her swollen labia. Ally's pussy juices drip from where they had been pooling inside her closed lips and still she dances, eyes closed, arms back behind her head, her pussy sliding over my hand. Her pussy leaves a glistening sheen of her own juices smeared on my hand and on her own swaying inner thighs. My gentle teasing of her labia makes Ally crave more attention to her pussy and she squats slightly, impaling her soaking pussy on my finger. She grind her pussy against my hand, desperately working up to an orgasm, less of a dance now than a show of wanton lust. It is such a privilege, an honor even, to have Ally share herself so intimately: To see the professional, middle-aged respectable office manager, always a little standoffish and very aware of boundaries, desperately grinding her pussy to a climax. To watch the suburban, shy divorcee revealing every nuance of her sexuality in the sanctuary and security of her loving relationship. I hope Amanda is suitably appreciative of this honor. Standing up, I lead Ally into the center of the room and guided her hands between her legs. I watch her for a moment, naked in the candlelight apart from her jewellery and sequined belt, her fingers stroking her clitoris before Amanda and I. I give her a kiss, enjoying the hunger in her lips and leave her for a moment, her lips searching the air for mine, her hips bucking against her hand and her fingers glistening with her juices as she strokes herself. I adore Ally's sexual honesty, her open expression of her yearnings, how she had opened up to me over the years. It is the trust and love we had built up over the years that allowed us the luxury of this sensual bonding. "Isn't she beautiful?" I say to Amanda. Amanda's sneer vanishes and jealousy flashes in her eyes. "Suck me as I watch Ally." Contemptuously Amanda puts down her wine glass and kneeling before me, unzips my jeans and takes out my erect cock. As is expected, Amanda worships my cock with her lips, her tongue, her mouth, her whole being. She kisses my cock devotedly and puts her entire being into satisfying me. She works hard to please me, gazing up at me lovingly with my cock deep in her throat. I ignore her entirely. My focus is Ally and her exotic dancing. My eyes feast on Ally's naked body, jewellery seductively swaying to the gentle movements of her body as she strokes herself. My cock in Amanda's mouth I watch Ally sensually stroke herself and willingly reveal her intimate self. She takes comfort in the safety of our trusting relationship and rises above the intrusive presence of Amanda. Standing before us naked, Ally's panting becomes short and quick, her thighs tremble slightly as she approaches an orgasm. I pull my cock from Amanda's eager mouth to walk across to Ally. I yank Ally's hands away from her desperate pussy. Ally's face crumples as she lets out a frustrated "No!" Motioning Amanda over, I guide Amanda's hand between Ally's splayed thighs. I kiss Ally as she takes two of Amanda's fingers inside her pussy and begins bucking frantically on Amanda's hand. "Cum on Amanda's fingers!" I whisper to Ally, kissing her neck, her cheek and back to her lips. Ally obeys, squatting up and down on Amanda's fingers as they slop in and out of her desperate pussy. Suddenly Ally's whole body grows taught and she stops, completely still, half squatting, impaled on Amanda's fingers, not even breathing, as though frozen in time. And then her orgasm hits her. Twisting her torso violently she clutches my shoulders for balance as her thighs go into spasm, her pussy gripping and slackening around Amanda's fingers with each wave of her orgasm. I hold Ally's naked body close to mine, feeling her orgasm racking her body in waves, until exhausted at last, she slumps against me, panting heavily. Amanda removes her hand from Ally's pussy and holds her slimy fingers up with an expression disgust. "Taste her." I kiss Ally and watch Amanda lick Ally's juices from her own fingers. I believe they are ready to work together now and I stand in the center of the room. "Kneel and worship." They obey, tentative at first and jostling into position until they are kneeling side by side, their faces looking up at me adoringly. This has been a difficult evening for the two women. Boundaries have been pushed, unknown pleasures discovered, limits tested and conquered. Ally and Amanda have made me proud. Amanda takes the head of my cock into her mouth and Ally begins to lick my balls. They work in unison, their lips occasionally touching, sharing each others saliva as it drools over my hard cock. "Stroke each other." Inhibitions diminished, both women reach for each others womanhood and pleasure each other with their mouths still slobbering on my cock. It is a magnificent feeling when Amanda climaxes from Ally's touch, her mouth engorged on my cock as she bucks in ecstasy. All too soon I can feel my own orgasm approaching and the two women sense it. They compete with their mouths to be the one who receives my cum, pushing with their heads to vie for the honor of my cum. I choose Ally. I grab her hair and push my cock deep down her throat and hold her there. My cock swells and spurts my cum down her gullet. Ally stays completely still until my orgasm subsides, spurt after spurt of my cum flowing down her throat. She pulls back slightly and my final spurts pool on her tongue. Once I am spent, Ally kisses my cock, staring up at me adoringly. Amanda is kneeling, jealousy again flashing in her eyes. I have them kiss for a while, sharing the taste of my cum. They kiss genuinely and sloppily, sliding my cum from mouth to mouth savoring the sensation. Their journey on this dark night has given them at least an understanding of common ground; their devoted submission to me. A little while later with a glass of wine each, they sit unsure of what has happened, a little shell shocked at the events of the evening. "I am proud of you both." They both look abashed and delighted. "This bringing together of my two beautiful submissive women was truly a pleasure. I thank you both. I know it was not easy rising above your dislike of one another......watching you do so was delectable." Ally and Amanda sit sipping their wine, glowing at my praise and gratitude, still wary of one another and what the events of the evening mean. Picking up a permanent marker pen I approach Amanda and, pulling her necklaces to one side, write '1st' across her tender breasts. Her expression is one of ecstatic delight as she reads my writing. I move across to Ally and write '2nd' on her bruised breast. Ally looks a little dejected and confused. "This will be the order of things." I smile fondly at them as they remove their jewellery and get dressed transforming back into two middle aged office workers. Each woman retains one piece of jewellery of their choice, Ally a bracelet and Amanda a ring. Just tokens of their ownership. Neither woman wears her bra, their breasts are too sensitive. Once dressed they stand looking awkward and to the outside observer like any other women. Underneath their clothes their bodies are scratched, bruised, and branded with my writing. I imagine them meeting at work tomorrow, aching breasts reminding them of this delightful evening, of the fact they have touched and tasted each other, that they have intimate experience of each other. Before they leave I bid Ally kneel and kiss Amanda's hand. Amanda grows tall and haughty as Ally bends to obey. I feel my cock swell at the dilemmas and difficulties my two submissive women will face when they meet at work tomorrow. As I said before, watching my submissive women with their little struggles is a beauty to behold. This evening has blossomed into one presenting many future possibilities. I kiss each woman goodbye, placing a delicate white lily in their hand and consider myself one very lucky man. Epilogue: I part the curtains to watch Ally and Amanda walk down the driveway in the soft glow of a nearby streetlight. There is no communication. Suddenly Amanda snatches the white lily from Ally and throws it to the ground, crushing it with her heel. White Lily Ch. 02 The midday sun is full and bright, giving a sparkle to every tiny drop of spray as our small boat lifts and dips with each slight swell of the ocean. I close my eyes to hear better the quiet lapping of the waves against the wooden prow. The spray casts a salty hint into the summer wind that I catch as I breathe in time to the swaying of our little boat. It is peaceful and soothing and in direct contrast to Ally's naked arms and upper torso straining and sweating to drag the oars through the deep ocean. Ally's quiet grunts, forced out with each extra exertion, are arousing in their primal expression. I like it when her limits are pushed. Thoughts of Ally make me long to gaze upon her once again, even seconds after closing my eyes. Her face is flushed with effort, her naked and oiled flesh working hard against the tide. Her nipples, aroused by the sea breeze stand erect and prominent as she heaves and pulls us towards my secret place. As always Ally faces her ordeal with silent submission and a sweet, stoic determination. Her silver bracelet, her chosen symbol of my ownership, flashes with the brilliance of the sunlight. She is a pleasure to behold, a white lily in her hair. Behind her, lauding herself in her supremacy over Ally, Amanda sits holding a palisade that darkens the red orchid in her hair. I declared her first and Ally second only two weeks ago, hence Ally's nudity and strenuous task at hand. Amanda trails her fingers in the water as it goes by. Leaning forward, the hint of a wolfish sneer upon her lips, Amanda scrapes her nail along Ally's back. She is writing something. Finally sitting back again, Amanda uses her boot to wobble Ally's exposed belly and grins nastily at me. "Faster, flabby Ally." It is a calculated attempt to undermine my attraction to Ally. Ally continues the burden of carrying us across the water and Amanda smiles with gloating satisfaction. It takes a while, but as we round the buttress of the headland the temporary abatement of Ally's torment swings into view; the cove that harbors my secret place. When the keel of the boat scrapes the sand, jolting us to a halt, Ally slumps over the oars, delicate breasts squashed against hard wood, panting hard. "Help me out of the boat then, bitch." Amanda stands and holds her hand out for Ally to support her. Ally clumsily swings a naked leg over the side of the boat and once she has her naked feet secure in the sand under the foamy serf, she takes Amanda's hand and helps her ashore. Amanda takes a handful of Ally's belly and wobbles it up and down. Ally's silent acceptance of the indignity of Amanda's treatment is borne only of her devotion to me. "Well done, flabby Ally." Amanda's sprightly grin at me befits her delight at her own wit. I have Ally carry my small trunk up the beach, safe from any incoming tide. We wait for her. I stand and admire my two submissive women, their innermost selves unfolding in the sunlight as I continue this cruel game: Ally, entirely naked and exposed to the slight summer breeze, the faint hairs on her arms erect, her intimate parts aroused by their exposure to nature, her hair blown gently across her face. She wears this private cove, its aqua marine sea, harsh rocks and golden sand as though they were hers to command. Amanda stands haughtily under her palisade in a red bathing suit and matching translucent sarong that wafts in the moving sea air, giving glimpses of her tanned thighs. White lily and red orchid. I bid them scour the shore and bring me what ever present the tide has willed they find. I leave them to search. I have matters to attend to. Just beyond a rocky outcrop lies the cave, my prepared and waiting stage for this final blossoming of events; my secret place. The cave lies shady, cool and green. Its damp and rugged walls welcome me from the harsh heat of the sun. Within the cave, at its center is a flat slab of limestone, smoothed by the ocean and covered with limpets amongst the dank seaweed. This natural tableau of rock serves well as a table for the two wine goblets and prepared dainties for Amanda and I. This is my planned stage for the final humiliation and dejection. All things must end. Walking further into the recesses of my secret place I light the candles that wait in the candelabras balancing in the shadows of the cave. Their small flames send the shadows dancing to their corners and provide a grotesque illumination to the three strange statues that stand positioned around the cave. Pleased that my delicate preparations remain untouched and ready I leave the cool sanctuary of the cave to watch the two women walking along the sand. Ally, naked in the clear sunlight walks with her feet in the foaming spray, luxuriating in the closeness to nature, I have no doubt. Suddenly she stops and bends down, retrieving my gift that only her devotion to me could choose. I cannot see what it is from this distance. Amanda, having watched Ally from the shade of her palisade, puts out her hand. Ally looks up at her, bows her head sadly and places her find in Amanda's outstretched palm. Amanda, in turn, picks up the nearest thing to her and hands it to Ally. They turn and walk back towards me. "Well?" Amanda hands me a shell, the layers wrought with holes burrowed by the searching roots of kelp. It is beautiful, a symbol of the holes within ourselves that offer others access too our most intimate being. A most thoughtful and inspired offering. I give Amanda a smile in gratitude and she is pleased with herself. Ally hands me a bunch of dried and withered kelp. It is old, decrepit and rank. I can see no value to this offering. Ally looks ashamed as I take the kelp. We walk on. I reveal the cave, and I watch the two women contemplate my secret place. In the innermost sanctum of the cave, in its deepest hole where the flotsam lies reeking and ugly, is a statue of Medusa. Candlelight gives her cruel mouth and sharp teeth a gruesome reality, snake hair appearing to writhe in the flickering light. "Ugh, gross." Amanda's voice echoes against the dank walls, ugly and loud. Further round is a bust of Perseus holding aloft the severed head of Medusa, a different aspect of the same myth. It receives a similar note of disgust from Amanda. Largest and most prominently displayed is an intricate carving of Anchises bowed before the glory of Aphrodite. "These statues are just horrid!" As Amanda's words reverberate off the walls I glance at Ally and catch the moment of realization in her eyes. Ally takes a moment to read the stories these statues tell and how they interweave to reveal their secret meaning. I am mesmerized by the sweetest and faintest of smiles that flits across her lips and just as suddenly is gone; A smile of sweet recognition of my thoughtful preparation. She understands. I bid Ally fill the goblets with wine and kneeling naked between us, Ally feeds us both with the dainties prepared. Suddenly Ally's yelp echoes around the cavern. Amanda's teeth are sunk into Ally's fingers, Amanda's expression a delighted snarl as she holds Ally's fingers in her mouth. She bites down harder until Ally is whimpering and then releases smiling nastily as Ally nurses her bite marks. "Be more careful, slut." The meal is a delight, being hand fed by a beautiful and naked woman in the exotic surroundings of the cavern, sun sparkling on the sea and watching Ally's dignified suffering. With appetites satiated and the heady glow of wine beginning, Amanda and I lie back upon the crimson rug. "Dance." I can feel the command make Amanda's heckles rise in jealousy. She hates my fascination with Ally's beauty. Clearing the stone tableau of the remaining plates, Ally steps onto her stage, sensual movements of her body silhouetted in the afternoon sun. Back lit, facing into the cave, Ally's naked body bedecks a darker hue, exotic and erotic. Diamond white light explodes from her silver bracelet where her dusky arm sways into a sunbeam. Ally needs no music, she moves slowly and sensually to the rhythm of the ocean as though she is a part of the whole. The gentle summer breeze guides the bend of her wrist, the coarseness of the coastal air is in the whirling of her hair, the lapping of the waves upon the shore is in the swaying of her hips. Ally's eyes are closed in revelry as she raises her naked arms above her head, stretching her naked form in exotic silhouette. She turns slowly upon her heal, sunlight streaking across her flesh, giving every subtle expression of her sublime sexuality a stolen moment of dazzling silhouette. Here the outline of her delicate nipple and curve of breast, there the outline of hip and thigh, now the intricate silhouette of each individual hair between her thighs. The sunlight glistens upon the wetness of her labia. She begins to touch herself, feeling her sensitive clitoris exposed to the sea breeze. She strokes herself and her sighs of pleasure resonate against the cold rocky walls. This beautiful display is no longer marred by the need to overcome Amanda's presence. Ally has read the statues. She knows. Her dance and arousal transcends Amanda's presence entirely, the softest whispers of desire magnified and echoing within the cave. Ally looks at me, quivering on the brink of orgasm. I consent with my eyes. Hers close and she is engorged by wave after wave of pleasure. Ally's moans are low, languishing and luxurious. Sitting there within the cave, every nuance of Ally's whispered pleasure magnified and echoing about us, it is as if Amanda and I are engulfed within the sexual energy of Ally's climax. It is an intoxicating and bewitching indulgence, broken suddenly by Amanda's harsh voice. "Clean up that crap behind the statue. It stinks nearly as much as your cunt." The resentment, jealousy and hatred in Amanda's tone are a sickening combination. It feels an abomination to this most secret of places as though the statues shudder and every small creature burrows a little deeper. My flesh crawls. Without a word Ally sets about her task on hands and knees, naked and submissive, crawling amongst the stinking flotsam to carry bundles of rusty cans, plastic and sliming rancor from the corner. Amanda refills my glass where we lie upon the crimson rug. "Look at her, she's gross. Her looks won't last much longer. Ha! Flabby Ally." Ally is stumbling past, her white flesh marred by streaks of dark slime from the back of the cave. Intent on her task she looks humbled and ordinary. Amanda places her had with my ownership ring on my crotch and massages me through my jeans. I feel my cock grow hard and watch Ally work. Then Amanda, suddenly irritated; "I don't know what you see in her. She can't even dance. You should see me dance...how come you've never asked me to dance?" I smile at her. "My red orchid." She smiles back, a little uncertain. "Leave her. I can dance for you, satisfy you. You don't need two women, just a real woman." "I have my own pleasures." "Like this?" Amanda moves closer to me, her head on my thigh and laps at my cock with her tongue. I languish in the sensation of Amanda's worshiping of my cock with Ally stumbling and scurrying to complete her grubby and nasty task. "You're aroused. You like me being cruel to Ally." "I marked you first, Ally second." Amanda's face is lit with a hungry sadism. "I'll be back. Stay hard. Flabby Ally; lie down in this rock pool and wait." The rock pool lies just outside the dark shadow of the cave and as Amanda rushes away to the beach Ally lowers herself into the warm water. She sinks completely under, the tendrils of her hair wafting amongst a coronet of weeds, mermaid like, her body swaying to the same waterish commands as the anemone and the kelp. Her pale flesh, sunlit under the bluish lilt of the pool looks vivid and glowing. Ally's nipple brushes gently an open anemone, tiny tendrils cling for a moment to her nipple and let go. Amanda returns a vision of bright red clothing and tanned body, carrying a bucket and grinning. Without a hesitation she tips the bucket into the tranquil pool, creating a sudden and destructive turmoil. Too late I glimpse the red and pulpy mass of a captured jellyfish splat against the surface of the water and sink onto Ally's left breast and shoulder. Ally erupts from the water, shrieking horridly her face contorted with shock and pain, hands flailing for the bulbous creature attached to her naked body. She flings it away with a frantic movement and I stare aghast at the burning blotches upon her flesh. Amanda is watching intently and captivated. Ally recovers her composure quickly, the strain in her face betraying her stoic resilience. Offering my hand I pull Ally from the warm pool and she stands with her naked body dripping. she winces from the harsh burns to her breast and shoulder. I trace the angry red burns on her flesh with my finger tips, feeling the strain in her body as she takes the pain. "Kneel." Ally does, slightly quivering in pain and submissively takes my cock into her mouth, dutifully tasting Amanda's saliva as she works for my pleasure. Where Amanda's mouth had been hungry and predatory upon my cock, Ally's is devoted and submissive. They are very contrasting sensations. Red Orchid and White Lily. Closing my eyes with one hand gently running over the burns on her shoulder I lose myself in the devoted sensual touches, kisses and mouth of my white lily. "Drink." Amanda's voice is a sharp resounding return of my senses to the cave in which I stand. Amanda holds out her goblet for Ally to take and Ally meekly submits. "It's my piss. Drink it, you gross cow." Ally's eyes well up with tears as she moves the rim of the goblet to her lips. My arm lashes out and sends the goblet clanking and jangling amongst the rocks. "Enough." Amanda stares at me with fury in her eyes, obeying but seething at my intervention. "I have my own cruel game to play." I smile and Amanda relinquishes, returning my smile. I bind Ally's wrists with hemp and pull her arms above her head, fastening the rope to a rocky outcrop above her. On the pale flesh of her back the sun has tanned the word SLUT, Amanda's writing in the boat on our outward journey. A nice touch, perhaps. Her waist bound quickly with more rope and secured to one of the statues and I bid Amanda ready the boat for our departure. We leave Ally exposed and bound at the entrance to the cave, arms stretched above her head and her feet balancing amongst the limpets and slippery seaweed on the stone tableau. As we walk along the sand back to the boat I pick up a strong branch of kelp. "Row naked." Amanda undresses, clambers into the boat and begins her difficult battle against the tide. I trail the kelp in the water, I want it supple. A while later and Amanda gratefully stops rowing, the boat a little out to sea with a lolling view of the cave and Ally's taut body bound helplessly as the tide surges in. We have time to wait, the waves only just beginning to surround Ally's toes. "We should leave her there." I ignore Amanda's proposal and gaze at the shore. Ally's naked glory is framed by the black recesses of the cave, she is the focus of the panorama. The coastline a vast stage for her glorious submission. "Do you submit?" "I do my darling." Amanda's eyes are hungry and wolfish, she has me to herself. "Even if this is our last encounter?" "Yes." Amanda's tone contains just a hint of the hollowness of rejection. It makes me smile. I bid her get on all fours and present her haunches for my inspection. It is not an easy task with the wobbling of the boat on the tide, but she ungracefully assumes her position. Swinging my arm back I lash the kelp against Amanda's naked buttocks. The resounding crack disappears in the vastness of the sea air. "I made you first." "Yes and I am grateful." I lash her again, a second welt emerging above the first. "With power comes responsibility. You have heard this, yes?" A third lash, louder and harder. Amanda is slightly sobbing now, her breathing becoming sharp. Still she retains her position. "Yes...I have tried so...hard to please you...to train her..." My gaze again turns to Ally. Waves lap at her naked thighs and she sways with the tide, Not since the fabled princess Andromeda was chained against the rocks has there been such beauty, such frailty and majestic submission to the power of the ocean. I turn again to Amanda's buttocks, three raw lines across them and I bring the kelp down with fury. Amanda shrieks this time, squirming and twitching with the pain. "Enough?" I wait as Amanda musters her inner strength. "No...please. I want to submit." I bring that kelpy whip down four more times and then cast it into the ocean. Amanda lies huddled and sobbing in the bottom of the boat. "Come." With the look of a beaten dog, submitting whilst resentful, Amanda shuffles toward me and lies upon my chest. I stroke her breast as her breathing gradually calms and then her pussy. She is already aroused from the whipping. "The tide is at her waist." The wolfish eyes of Amanda glare cold and lycanthropic upon Ally tied helplessly to the rocks. Amanda, reveling in Ally's predicament, her pride in taking her punishment and in having me to herself, thrusts her pussy against my hand. I slide a finger inside her and feel her tense herself around it. Amanda's body naked and lying in the sun, giving her self to wanton abandonment is a beautiful site. All cruel things contain a beauty and Amanda seems much akin to a wolf to me. Except perhaps, a wolf's skin is hairy on the outside, hers on the inside. I imagine vile hairs growing inward, matted and bristling amongst her pulpy innards and most likely embroiled through her black heart. Amanda begins to thrust her hips urgently against my hand. I had planned at least an explanation. I know now it would be wasted. Amanda is her own beast, neither a true submissive nor has understanding of such a role. What should have been a blossoming has become in her hands a strangulation. Amanda's orgasm is approaching and I slow my touch, drawing out both her pleasure and frustration. It is a sadness that pervades me as Amanda writhes in sexual ecstasy at my touch. A sadness borne of the blossoming of my terrible red orchid. No nurturing of my white lily when given the power, only endless cruelty and humiliation. I am sad for her and because of her. This hierarchy I created, a tool for pleasure has been turned upon itself: The removal of my photograph from beside Ally's bed and the replacement picture of Amanda's beautiful face. The undermining of her status at work by making her seduce the office misogynist. Actually flushing the toilet on Ally's head. These are ugly contrivances born of an ugly mind. Amanda sweating body, so passionately engrossed in its pleasure is beautiful in its submission but I have seen the ugliness therein. And worst of all that first hideous atrocity, her unforgivable act; the snatching of my gift of a white lily from Ally and leaving it decimated on the driveway. The memory makes me see stars. "Cum." Amanda bucks her hips wildly, grabbing my wrist with a desperate clutch to push my hand further inside her and climaxes, her body shuddering with each wave of pleasure. The tide is lapping at Ally's breasts, it is time. With a sudden movement I remove my hand from Amanda's pussy, leaving her void and unfilled. Amanda opens her eyes, wide with shock, then lust as she sees me quickly removing my clothes. She opens her arms to welcome me as her own. White Lily Ch. 02 I dive into the cold ocean. "No...you asshole douchebag goatfucker!" Amanda's face is contorted and ugly with searing spite. My last backward glance at Amanda: Lycanthropic eyes flashing hatred, lips twisted in an insane snarl, wet hair coiled like snakes about her face and I am gone, swimming back to my secret place, to my white lily. As I clamber up the rocks to the cave the intensity of the drama therein hits me. Ominous gurgling threatens from the back of the cave as the tide makes its way through strange and secret crevices. Everything seems loud and urgent, violent and threatening. The ocean, deep and powerful has a majestic power as it surrounds Ally and she looks afraid, her footing swept away with each incoming swell. It is an illusion, I know the patterns of my secret place, but Ally does not. The intensity of her fear, of the awareness of her frailty against forces oblivious to her suffering, of the unknown, all are too real. The ropes untied we swim to the beach and lie naked and breathless among the surf. Lying together as the waves flow over our bodies and out again, we make love. Maddening, sensual and bitter-sweet. Painful and gentle, uncountable love letters with every caress and touch until our two bodies are lost in one eternal erotic moment. It seems to last forever and vanish in seconds as we orgasm together, both of us searching even at that point of utmost sharing for more, for an even deeper union. Always there is more, always there is a small death. Always the bitter-sweet. As she orgasms Ally claws her nails into her burnt breast. It is the need of her dark lady within. My own darkness recognizes her and I kiss her hand. When it is over and we have laid in each others arms, Ally roles over onto her front, one hand cupping her face, small breasts wet with the surf. Content and satiated for a while her dark lady slumbers. "This was too much." Ally's voice is trembling. "I know it. She's gone." "But you allowed it." "For the dark lady inside you." "And for me?" She sits up, huddling her knees and watching the sun setting on the ocean. "All this was my love letter too you." "I read it." "And?" "Maybe love is not enough." Ally's words frighten me to my core and I reach out to touch her. "I...it was part of my life's work...my creation of you...my white lily...without the cracks..." "..how can the light get in." We repeat our oft said phrase in unison. Ally smiles across at me, her eyes tearful and sad. "It was too much...bringing Amanda..." Ally is openly sobbing now, her shoulders shaking horribly making me despair at what I have done. "You'll never know the pain I have suffered or the hurt I had to rise above." Even now her eyes hold no anger, only pain. "Then why?" "Because you wished it." Her whispered words are like thunder, humbling me to my core. Her generosity of submission has been overwhelming in its devotion to me and seeing her huddled and weeping I hate myself. I hate myself for not realizing her preciousness before. Worse, for realizing it and stamping on those delicate boundaries regardless. It was not Amanda who stole and crushed Ally's white lily that night. I see that now. It was me. Every atrocious moment was me. I watch Ally got to the trunk and begin dressing in the twilight. Once dressed she returns to me and softly takes my hand. "I'm going now." "Ally please, the last part of my love letter to you. The Anchises statue, do you not see: 'Suffer me not to live a strengthless shadow among men, but pity me: for no man lives in strength that has couched with immortal Goddess.'...Please." "Bye my love...it was just too much." Her hand slips from mine and I watch her walk up the sand dunes, turn and wave in silhouette and then she is gone. I sit naked on the beach watching the last traces of the sunlight dip behind the ocean. It's dark now.