4 comments/ 129753 views/ 63 favorites Student Lesbian BDSM By: NPC01 I was intoxicated by her from the moment I set eyes on her – A guest lecturer at the university. As soon as she walked into the room everything seemed in her control. She was tall and slim but not the twiggy kind of slim you see on catwalks. Her body looked full and voluptuous, the perfect hourglass shape. She had long thick brown hair that seemed to glide down over her shoulders and back. Her features were all proportionate and even but the one thing that stood out were her cheekbones; high and sharp. They gave her a very definite, slightly harsh look. She was about thirty-five. She was a barrister here to give a lecture about the law. She walked into the room so confidently and began to speak immediately. Her voice was smooth with a soft but slightly posh accent. I didn't study very much law in that class but instead spent it studying her body. I found myself wanting to be between her legs, wanting to taste her juices, wanting her to hold me and look after me in a way that I never wanted anyone else to before. I never expected to have a chance with a woman like Erica. She seemed too clever, too successful, too ambitious too ever notice someone like me. I instantly categorised her as one of my fantasies, as something that would never happen. I was still finding it difficult to believe when I was sitting beside her on one of the soft leather sofas in her home drinking expensive wine. "Do you know why I asked you here?" Erica asked me between elegant sips of wine. I replied innocently in the negative with my soft Dublin accent. "Oh, I think you do," she said. "You're not a stupid girl, just a bit shy..... I saw you looking at me the other day but I don't think you know what you're letting yourself in for. Do you?" This time when I said no it wasn't out of embarrassment. I honestly didn't know what she was talking about. "There's no denying you're attracted to me," Erica replied confidently "And I won't deny I'm attracted to you." "Really?" I questioned disbelievingly. She seemed amused by my disbelief and laughed. "You don't honestly think I'd ask a student here just to drink wine?" "Well no..." "As a matter of fact I've not done it before and probably won't again but I don't think you understand what kind of things I want to do to you." The thought of Erica; this clever, confident, sexy woman wanting to do 'things,' to me began to get me excited. "Sexual things?" I asked hopefully. "Have you ever been dominated?" she asked teasingly, "Spanked? Restrained?" My eyes grew wide at this suggestion and I could feel my pussy growing wet. This seemed to be a sufficient reply to the question. She laughed once again, bemused by my innocence. "Come upstairs with me Darling," she said as she stretched out a perfectly manicured hand. "Good girl," she smiled at me as she took my hand in hers. I loved Erica's smile and I wanted to be her 'Good girl." This was enough to lead me upstairs to something I had never known before. I had only known Erica a few days but I trusted her in a way that I couldn't explain. She led me upstairs with the same smile on her face while I nervously gazed back. "Don't look so nervous Darling. You don't need to be scared of me, at least not yet..." Erica's smile grew wider and her grip on my hand firmer. I wanted to please her so badly. She led me into her bedroom. She sat down on the bed and I stood before her. She studied my body from head to toe. "You are so thin. I could break you in two. And so cute," Erica said. "I want to see you without your clothes on." I slowly began to open the buttons on my shirt. "When I ask you to do something you will answer me," she demanded. "...yes Erica," I stuttered nervously. I hurriedly began to remove my clothes. First my shirt and then unzipping my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. I stood only in my matching lace underwear and heeled shoes. "Now, I think I ought to have a closer look at you." She stood up and walked towards me with her long hair gliding behind her. She stopped directly in front of me and rested her hand on my waist, then slid round behind me. "So far so good," Erica whispered in my ear, "Now before we get started there's something you have to understand; I'm in control, not you. You'll do as I say or you'll be punished. It's no use to create problems for me – I'll find a solution. You misbehave, I'll spank you. Wriggle too much, I'll tie you down. Make too much noise, I'll gag you. You're mine to do what I like with. Do you understand Anna?" "Yes Erica," I answered sweetly. I could feel my heart beating faster and my pussy pumping out juices more quickly at Erica's warning. I knew now that I would love every minute of this. "Oh you are a good girl! I don't think you'll need any of this underwear – Let me," I felt my bra sliding off my shoulders. Erica's hands slid round my body and cupped my breasts. My nipples hardened instantly. "Anna! You are such a dirty little slut!" Erica laughed, "Hard already! Do you know what I do to dirty little nipples like yours?" "No Erica!" I giggled. "I give them a punishment of their own. Look what I've got!" She had removed two of the hair slides from her hair and was holding them in front of my face. "Unlucky for you I have such thick hair. They have to be good and tight to hold it all back." She pinched one of my nipples with one hand and prised the hair slide apart with the other. She pushed my nipple all the way in and then let go. It sprang shut so tightly causing me to yelp in pain. She gave a cruel laugh before doing the same to my other nipple. "Sore? ... Good!" Erica said with a twisted smile on her face. It did hurt, they were so tight. Within a minute the initial stinging had turned to burning. "Now, get down where you belong!" she ordered, placing a hand on my shoulder and pushing me towards her feet. I kneeled on the ground beside her feet staring up at my new lover obediently. I realised she was waiting for me to do something so I began to kiss her feet. "You're a natural Darling," Erica cooed. When I was satisfied that I had covered her feet with kisses I moved up her leg. In no time at all I had reached the hem of her skirt which lay just above her knees. Just as I was about to stop she pulled her skirt up a little to allow me to continue. Every time I reached the hemline I was rewarded with more of Erica's leg. Soon I got to the fleshy part of her inner thigh. It was so smooth and delicate. I was so close to her crotch. I was relieved to realise she was as turned on as I was. Her panties were soaking wet and her musky scent was getting stronger by the second. I was suddenly thirsty for her juices. I wanted nothing else more by the time I had reached the very top of her legs. I began to pull at the crotch of her panties pleadingly with my mouth, begging her to let me taste her. Instead of reaching for her underwear she reached for my hair, pulling my head sharply away from her and hit me: a hard slap up one side of my face causing me to turn my head violently to the side and gasp loudly. Why did she hit me? I could see she wanted me. I looked down at the floor for a minute then hesitatingly turned my face back towards her. "You always ask for my permission. Remember what I said; I am in control," she said coldly. I looked up at her, my eyes sparkling with tears. ".... I'm sorry." "You'll learn," she said reassuringly, reaching down to wipe the tears from my face. It seemed impossible that this was the same woman that had just hit me so viciously and without warning just a few seconds ago. She smiled at me lovingly and played with my springy blonde curls, carefully moving the few stray that had fallen into my face. "Erica?" I said sweetly. "Yes?" "May I...," My gaze lowering to her crotch, "Please..." "No," I could see from the look on her face that she had other plans, "I want to tie you down and fuck you first. Consider it a positive, by the time you get down here," she took two fingers and ran them along her sodden panties, "There will be even more juice for you to drink. I'm going to make you moan so loudly for me to take you with my biggest strap-on. Guaranteed to make me wet. Do you want to make me wet Anna?" "Yes Erica," I said obediently, "Please fuck me." "Oh, I'll fuck you alright; I'm not sure a little girl like you can take it. I'm a lot stronger than you but if you do take everything I give you you'll be rewarded. Now get up." She walked over to the wardrobe on the other side of the room and retrieved two pieces of rope and a huge strap-on dildo. "Let's get rid of your panties," Erica said pulling them down to the ground and helping me step out of them. "Get up on the bed on all fours," she commanded. I did as I was told, not wanting to displease her any more. I felt a piece of rope being tied around each of my ankles. "Spread your legs as wide as they go." My ankles were tied to the bed posts leaving my most private area completely exposed to Erica. I heard her unzipping her skirt and then the click of the fastener on the dildo. "Look at your little pink cunt glistening. It's so wet I'm not even going to use lube. Try not to scream too loudly!" Erica taunted. I was absolutely soaking. I wanted her to fuck me so badly but I was still terrified. I felt so powerless and so exposed. I had no control over the situation but to my surprise I didn't want any. I felt my pussy spread by the very tip of the dildo. It was so wide; surely it would never fit inside of me! Slowly she began to slide in and out. Not going in deep at all but I still felt like I was being gradually ripped apart. Her hands reached for my waist and her grip grew firmer after a few more minutes of slow pumping. Suddenly she jerked her hips forward and pulled my hips back onto her. I collapsed onto the bed and screamed loudly in ecstasy. My arms could no longer hold me up. For the first time I felt my skin touch hers. She fucked me harder and harder, each time pushing in the full way and pulling me back onto her. I lay on the bed helplessly moaning. I could hear my own breathing becoming faster. Then I climaxed: my whole body shook and I let out a long, throaty moan that I never knew I had in me. "Anna!" Erica shouted angrily, "Did you just come?" pulling the dildo out immediately. "....yes Erica," I replied nervously. I didn't understand. "Do you not remember what I said? You must always ask my permission!" said Erica still sounding annoyed. "I'm sorry, I forgot," I replied pleadingly. "I think a spanking would help you remember," Erica said seriously. When she said the word spanking a rush of excitement ran through my body. I knew well enough that if Erica were to spank me it would definitely hurt but it would be worth it just to feel her touch. "You understand don't you Anna? Bad girls need to be punished so they learn how to behave. Don't they?" "Yes Erica," I agreed nervously. Once again I heard the sound of the fastener on her strap-on and the sound of her heels on the wooden floor. I could feel the anticipation building inside me as walked back towards me. She undid the rope around my ankles deliberately slowly sensing my nerves and intensifying them. I hoped the spanking wouldn't be this slow and painful. "Get up," Erica ordered. I did so immediately. The tone of her voice was not to be argued with. She stood in front of me now wearing only her underwear, heels and unbuttoned shirt leaving her sumptuous cleavage clearly visible. Beside her I felt so inferior. Erica was tall and striking, the 'charm' people often said there was about me seemed irrelevant in comparison. She retrieved a high-backed chair from the other side of the room, set it down in front of me and sat down. "Turn back around and bend over." I bent at the waist pushing my rear out to be inspected critically by Erica. "Spread your legs just a little," she said forcing her hand between my tightly shut legs. I was reluctant to comply but thought better and spread my legs obediently. I felt my pussy begin to drip inevitably over Erica's perfectly manicured fingers. SLAP! I gasped loudly at the force she struck me. I was struggling to stay on my feet. "Turn around Anna," she said in a stern voice. "And clean my fingers," she added forcing them into my mouth making me taste my own juices. To my surprise it tasted quite pleasant, sweet almost. "Over my knee," Erica insisted. I approached her cautiously only to have her grab my arm, pull me closer and throw me effortlessly across her lap. For a moment I lay there breathlessly comforted by one of Erica's hands firmly around my waist and the other rubbing my ass soothingly. The first spank came unexpectedly causing me to suddenly arch my back and squeal but she continued pitilessly. I squirmed and wriggled desperately trying to free myself but she held me firmly. After the first twenty spanks or so I gave up fighting and resigned myself to Erica's wrath. She began to strike me harder and harder. I could feel my ass burning a bright red and the stinging intensified. I lay helplessly across her lap crying out after each slap. Soon I felt tears begin to rain down on my cheeks as the spanks rained down on my ass. SLAP! "Don't," SLAP! "Forget," SLAP! "To," SLAP! "Ask," SLAP! "Permission!" Erica shouted. "I won't," I cried, "....Please Erica, please stop!" "Count!" she ordered mercilessly. Something unfamiliar hit my ass. "Ugh! One," I moaned. By the time I got to six my numbers became unrecognisable through my tears and moans. On the tenth and last stroke she loosened her grip on my waist and I fell clumsily unto the floor. Before I had a chance to catch my breath Erica was on the floor beside me cradling me in her arms. "Sssh, Anna," she whispered softly while pulling me into an upright position. I lay back in her arms clinging on to her shirt like a small child. It was unbelievable how safe she made me feel during and after my spanking and how wet. It had hurt like hell but I almost didn't want it to stop. I longed to be near her. She began to massage my clit in small circles. It didn't take long before I was ready to come. This time I didn't forget to ask. A huge orgasm rushed through my body and sent shivers down my spine. I moaned and whimpered as Erica pressed her lips against mine in a long passionate kiss that left me gasping for breath. "Erica?" I asked looking pleadingly down at her crotch again. "Yes, Anna you can," Erica laughed. I reached down and pulled her panties to her ankles then got between her legs on my hands and knees. My ass which was still red stuck up in the air as I ran my tongue over her pussy tasting her juices. They tasted different to my own they were musky, tangy and unsurprisingly in abundance. I finished cleaning up the outside and moved to the inside plunging my tongue in deep and occasionally moving to suck hard on her clit. After a few repetitions she came hard covering my face with her juices. "Oh Aahnnnaaa!" she moaned breathily. After a moment Erica began to laugh, "Look at the state of you! If you're a good girl I might let you come in the bath!" Student Lesbian BDSM Ch. 02 *This is a sequel to the last story I wrote so it probably would make more sense if you read it first! Thank-you to everyone who voted and left the lovely comments. x It had been three weeks since my encounter with Erica. She had not tried to make contact with me afterwards but every time the phone rang the identity of the caller disappointed me. I found it difficult to concentrate with thoughts of Erica popping into my head, forcing me to recall what had happened between us. Thus, leaving me in an undeniable state of arousal. In the end I decided I would have to try and contact her. This, to me seemed odd; when we were together Erica was the one to take control. I was reluctant to find her myself because she came across as the kind of women who would go and get for herself exactly what she wanted. Maybe she didn't want me. After much consideration I resolved to go through with it. Driven by memories of the last time and the irreplaceable feeling I had when I was around her, at least I could say I tried. I would have to do it now before I chickened out. It was a Monday morning so I knew she would be at work. I dressed in the outfit I had chosen carefully last night; ankle length trousers, white shirt and heels. Appropriate for both finding Erica and my lunchtime meeting. I applied my make-up carefully but let my blonde hair fall in it's natural waves down my back. The building was easy to find. I parked outside and made my way inside without giving myself the opportunity to change my mind. As I walked in the secretary was picking up her handbag about to leave for lunch. 'I'm sorry,' she said, 'I was just leaving, we don't have any appointments available.' 'Oh, actually I was wondering if I could have a quick word with Erica,' I replied. 'Erica?' the secretary questioned, 'Oh! You mean Ms Fitzgerald.' She seemed surprised I had used her first name. 'Uh... yeah,' I mumbled. She reached for the phone 'Who should I say it is?' she asked whilst dialling a number. 'Eh... Anna,' I replied but not quite knowing what to say. She spoke quickly and formally into the phone. 'Give her five minutes and then it's the second door on the right.' I sat down as the secretary left. The building was completely silent. The only sound I could hear was my own racing heartbeat. I wondered if there was anyone else there as I nervously waited for five minutes to pass. When I was satisfied it had been five minutes I went to find the second door on the right. I took a deep breath and knocked quickly. The door was opened as quickly as I had knocked. Erica stood wordlessly before me with a serious expression on her face. Her clinically tidy office and sharply tailored suit added to the impression I got. She moved back from the door, silently inviting me in. I entered anxiously. As soon as I was out of the zone restricting the door she shut it behind me, cornered me against it and placed her hands above my shoulders making me feel intimidated by her height. Erica lifted her leg and pressed it against the door between my legs. She then pushed her knee up to what was, for her, a comfortable height but left me forced to stand on my toes. My breathing quickened as her knee pressed uncomfortably hard against my crotch and she moved in closer to me and began to unbutton my shirt. I shivered as she touched me and I became aware of the constant butterflies in my stomach. I felt my shirt slide off one shoulder revealing the strap of my bra. I hadn't noticed the small piece of paper Erica had been holding between two fingers until she slipped it under my bra strap. With the minimum contact possible she re-buttoned my shirt then pulled her knee away leaving me struggling to stay on my feet as I was suddenly dropped from the tips of toes. At this she sat down at her desk with some papers and gave me a look as if to say, 'Are you still here?' With that I left. I walked as quickly as I could back to the car; I couldn't very well start poking around in my bra here. What did the note say? I couldn't wait until I got home. I drove into a seemingly deserted alleyway, the kind that filled the space between the backs of flats on the outskirts of the city. Satisfied there was no one around I undid the first two buttons on my shirt and slid it down like Erica had minutes before. The note now sat just peeking out from behind the lace trim on my bra. I removed it and re-buttoned my shirt as fast as I could in my paranoid state, scared someone would see me. The note read: IT TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH! MY HOUSE, TONIGHT, 8PM. SHARP. My heart skipped a beat. As I read I couldn't help but imagine the stern, clipped tone I was sure she would have used if she had told me to my face. I didn't know she expected me to get in touch with her. She didn't say anything or even give me a number! I soon forgot my confusion over how she expected me to contact her but began to worry about the forthcoming evening. What was she going to do to me? The marks had only recently faded from the last time but yet I couldn't wait for her to bruise me all over again. I wanted pain, but only from Erica, I wanted her to hurt me. I loved the pain as much as the gentle caresses. It was unexplainable. Could I take the pain? Would I still enjoy it? Would she stop if it was too much? Doubts circulated in my mind. The last time I whimpered and begged but she carried on relentlessly. Somehow I trusted her not to push me too far. I enjoyed putting my fate in her hands. My meeting seemed to last forever and the afternoon's coursework seemed endless. At six o'clock I could concentrate no longer. I occupied myself with meaningless household tasks in an attempt to stop worrying. I showered, waxed, plucked and moisturised in preparation. I touched up my precisely applied make up but couldn't bring myself to eat anything before I left. I pulled up outside her house at eight o'clock exactly, relieved to have made it in time. All the curtains were closed and the house was in darkness. It didn't seem like there was anyone in. As I walked up Erica's excessively long drive I noticed there was a note taped to the door. It simply read: It's open... I opened the door nervously and stepped inside. The house was completely dark apart from one room at the end of a corridor. I followed the light, wary of the sound of my heels on the floor in the silent house. The room with the light on turned out to be the kitchen where Erica sat waiting. She wore only a black corset, stockings and ferociously high black stilettos. I was almost too preoccupied by her appearance to notice what was sitting out on the marble worktop. There were a selection of whips, canes, straps, even hairbrushes and a wooden spoon. I tensed up when I caught sight of the collection of instruments but was soon distracted. Erica stood up. Her stocking clad legs seemed to go on forever, her full, round breasts sat perched but only just on the edge of her corset and just ... well, Erica. She walked confidently toward me and began to disrobe me. Even she was surprised at how little effort this took as under my coat I wore matching vintage style underwear and nothing else. 'Just because you look cute doesn't mean you're getting out of it,' she declared. I stared back blankly. 'You don't expect me to have to wait for you?' Erica questioned playfully. 'Sorry,' I giggled. 'Aren't you forgetting something?' she asked pinching my nipple. 'Oh, sorry Erica,' I corrected. 'That's better,' she patronised. 'Now bend over the counter.' I moved slowly and reluctantly towards the counter. 'Hurry up!' she barked. I didn't dare argue. She ran her nails down my back and fondled my ass roughly before producing a long piece of rope, seemingly from nowhere. I felt it being wrapped around my ankles then watched her pass it through the cupboard handles on either side of the bench I lay over. My hands were tied tightly to each end of the rope. I could barely move. 'You're not going anywhere darling,' Erica said, 'And I suppose you can work out why I have all of this laid out on the table.' I began to shift around uncomfortably, predicting what she had planned. 'Please...' I begged, 'Don't,' although safe in the knowledge that this wouldn't make an ounce of difference. 'Somehow I don't quite believe you,' Erica said wryly. 'The last decision you had to make today was whether or not to come. Now you really don't have a choice. I'm going to beat you hard and you are going to love every minute of it!' I knew she was right. I may shy away from pain but I knew I wouldn't want her to stop when she began. I heard Erica pick something up from behind me but couldn't see what due to my firm restraints. I nervously pushed my ass up anticipating the first stroke and braced myself. I squealed in shock when instead of the sharp stroke I had been expecting came a bucket full of iced water. It was so cold it almost felt as if it was burning me. 'Don't make a fuss Anna, you'll dry out,' she said while stroking my hair comfortingly. I stopped shaking and my muscles relaxed at her soothing words. 'Don't get too comfortable though.' I didn't hear anything but I felt it. A hard leather strap lashed down suddenly on my ass. I jumped and squirmed uncontrollably. The water seemed to make it sting so much more but before I had time to contemplate the strap had landed three more times. 'You will be given ten with the strap, ten with the hairbrush, ten with the wooden spoon, ten with the whip and ten with the cane,' Erica stated in a businesslike manner. 'But, Erica!' I whimpered pitifully. 'None of that or I'll double it!' she said harshly. Even if she hadn't thrown a bucket of water over me my panties would still have been wet. I loved it when she was so strict with me. I sensed her getting closer and instinctively pulled away. SLAP! 'You came here on your own accord, knowing what you were letting your self in for. When I move to touch you won't move away. For tonight you are mine to do exactly what I please with.' 'Yes Erica,' I said, too frightened to disagree. 'Quite frankly it really doesn't matter whether or not you agree. Now, stick your ass out for me,' she ordered. I did as I was told. Erica proceeded to pull my panties down to my ankles to reveal my already pink ass. 'Ready?' she asked. 'Yes Erica,' I answered nervously. She began with the strap telling me the four I had already received didn't count as I was wearing panties. The strokes were consistently hard and evenly spread. I tried as hard as I could to stay quiet but a scream still escaped my mouth. 'Too noisy!' Erica declared giving me an eleventh stroke only causing me to scream louder than the last time. 'Oh shut up Anna, it's really not that bad,' she said as she pulled herself up on the tabletop, legs spread in front of my face. She pushed my head into her wet crotch forcing me to eat her pussy. She lifted the hairbrush and said, 'Now, let's see if that will keep you any quieter!' The hairbrush landed square on my ass. I moaned into her pussy as I pushed my tongue in farther. Soon I wasn't the only one moaning. As Erica came closer and closer to orgasm the strokes on my ass came harder and harder although they were still precisely counted. After exactly ten with the hairbrush she picked up the wooden spoon without pausing. I worked harder with my mouth; sucking her clit and plunging my tongue into her slit alternatively. The wooden spoon hurt more than the hairbrush had but still I pushed my ass up into the air, desperate for more. I could feel my ass shining a bright red. It was so humiliating having it stuck up for anyone to see but yet it only made the juices drip down the inside of my legs thicker and faster. The tenth stroke made a resounding 'SMACK!' and echoed around the now near silent kitchen as Erica threw her head back and covered my face with her cum. As soon as she had regained her composure she was up on her feet. She pointed to the small puddle she had left on the bench, 'I want every drop of that licked up!' she ordered. Eager to please I licked the creamy liquid up as quickly as I could even licking the bench afterwards until I could no longer taste her. Unexpectedly the whip landed hard on my ass. I screamed out loud only to be completely ignored. Erica continued to whip me brutally as I squirmed with a mixture of pleasure and pain. This really was torture. I became more and more aroused and my pussy ached for stimulation. In my anguish I pushed my ass up as far as I could, willing even to feel the whip against my dripping pussy. I was disappointed when the whip didn't fall on my ass again. I must have had ten already. 'Please.... Erica....' I moaned breathlessly, 'Touch me ... please.' As if it was an answer she began to cane me. I had never felt Erica's full strength before. I heard her sigh in concentration and when she hit me she moaned almost like the tennis players at Wimbledon. Of course the noises she made were insignificant compared to the ones I did. My piercingly high screams seemed to cut through the rest of noise and reverberate around the tiled room. If she hit me any harder I was sure I would bleed. The pain was so intense, like nothing I had ever felt before. The heat and dampness in my pussy felt as though it were spreading through my whole body. My breathing became heavier and I began to shake violently due to desperation and panic. I don't remember what happened after that. I must have fainted but before I even had a chance to open my eyes a powerful orgasm took over my body which was closely followed by another two. When I opened my eyes I saw Erica smiling down at me writhing in pleasure on the bed. By now she had withdrawn her hand from my clit and reached for a jar of some kind of gel that was sitting in the dresser. 'Roll over darling,' she said gently as her hands slid round my waist helping me to move my stiff, sore body. 'Erica, what happened?' I asked. 'You passed out, I untied you and carried you upstairs,' she laughed now rubbing the cool gel into my ass soothingly. 'You carried me upstairs?' I repeated in disbelief. 'I thought you might have realised; I'm stronger than I look!' I felt stupid now. I knew Erica's strength all too well. 'You didn't eat anything this evening, did you?' she said knowingly. 'No Erica,' I replied sheepishly, 'I wasn't sure I could keep it down.' 'By the second time people usually aren't so nervous, but then again most people aren't like you.' 'What do you mean?' I asked. 'I mean I get sick of the usual needy little sluts who just want their bottom spanked and then cum for the rest of the time. You are so obedient, you take the cane so well never mind how cute you are.' 'Oh,' I blushed nervously as she praised me. 'I think you mean thank-you Erica,' she chastised, giving the inside of my leg a playful slap. 'Thank-you Erica,' I corrected. 'You're off next week, aren't you?' 'Yes Erica.' 'Why don't you stay with me, under my control, be my live in sex toy for the week,' she laughed. 'What do you say?' Just the thought of it filled me with excitement. A whole week under Erica's strict instruction. 'Yes please Erica,' I giggled. 'Good girl, I suppose I may as well begin teaching you how to be a proper submissive right away.' She reached over and took a small, odd shaped metal vibrator out of the drawer, switched it on and placed it on my clit. After a few moments I moaned out, 'Please can I cum Erica!' remembering what had happened the last time when I forgot. 'No,' she said simply, switching the vibrator off and replacing it in the drawer. 'You need to learn to control yourself because from now on you are forbidden to masturbate. Believe me you don't want to find out what will happen if you do. Now come to bed darling.' I was so aroused I was barely able to function. Erica evidently got bored waiting. She pulled me into bed, stuck one of her nipples in my mouth, took my hand in hers and pushed my fingers in and out until she came. I fought my own arousal as I licked the juices off my fingers and tried my best to fall asleep with Erica stroking my hair comfortingly with one hand and the other wrapped around my waist. I doubted I would get much sleep that evening but it was almost guaranteed that I would get even less next week. What had I signed myself up for? Student Lesbian BDSM Ch. 03 I stood nervously on Erica's doorstep with my bag to stay the week. I was on time; 9.00am, Monday morning. The sound of high heels became louder and clearer as she approached. Finally the door opened to reveal Erica looking as businesslike as ever looking down at me critically. 'Come in,' she said showing absolutely no emotion. She took my bag from me as she ushered me inside. 'Strip,' she ordered as soon as she had the door shut behind me. I fumbled around with the buckle of the belt I wore around my waist, struggling to undo it. 'For goodness sake Anna!' Erica exclaimed impatiently. She dropped my bag on the floor and marched towards me. I froze in awe as within seconds all of my clothes had been removed due to Erica's usual to the point demeanour. She took off my underwear almost mechanically; first my bra and then my panties. She didn't waste any time. I stood shyly before her feeling completely exposed. She picked up the belt I had been wearing, pulled my hand behind my back and fastened them together tightly. Next a ball gag was shoved into my mouth. It was far too big for me to spit out without the use of my hands. 'I don't have time to tell you the rules but I doubt you'll get up to much this morning,' she said opening the door to the cupboard under the stairs. She grabbed a handful of my hair and literally threw me inside. I fell onto my knees as I protested through my gag. Erica locked the door to the cupboard, I heard her do the same to the front door and then the sound of a car engine starting up outside. Surely she hadn't left me alone in the house, naked, tied up and locked in a cupboard? I was horrified at the idea but yet I felt the familiar heat building between my legs. I dreaded being left for a long time, I feared she wouldn't come back but I had to hand it to her; she knew exactly how to turn me on, even when she wasn't there. My struggles were completely in vain. There was no way I could get my arms untied never mind get the door opened. I would just have to hope she got back soon. By my estimate it would have had to have been at the very least an hour. All the while the heat in my pussy grew steadily. There was a little wet patch on the floorboards beneath me. I longed desperately to touch myself or even better; have Erica touch me. I waited about another half hour and there was still no sign. The idea had been coming together in my mind for the last hour but now I just had to succumb to my urges. Slowly I rose to my feet, trying to balance without the use of my hands. I walked over to the door and found that my judgement was correct; the door handle was at almost the same height as my crotch! I began to rub myself against the handle. The freezing cold stainless steel felt so good against my smouldering pussy. I rubbed harder and harder, bringing myself to the brink of an orgasm. Unexpectedly the door flew wide open and I landed, unavoidably, face down on the floor. 'I take it you didn't hear me come back,' Erica said cynically, 'And look, I even bothered to bring you back lunch,' holding a packaged sandwich. She roughly undid my gag and the belt around my wrists. 'You can eat it in the cupboard,' she snarled. 'There will be absolutely NO masturbation in my house,' she said, slapping my ass hard on the word no. 'You can be sure you'll be punished later,' she said sauntering back of to the kitchen. I watched her leave the room and close the door behind her as I tried to get my breath back. In my attempt to relieve myself I had only heightened my arousal and was wetter than ever. I was so desperate I felt like crying. My pussy throbbed but there was no way I could masturbate now. Soon I became distracted as I began to think about what Erica had just said. How long was she in the house before she came to let me out? How did she know I was masturbating? And how was she going to punish me later? Suddenly realising I should have been back in the cupboard eating my sandwich I quickly scurried back inside and shut the door behind me. It was hard to see what I was doing in almost complete darkness. As I began to concentrate on eating in the dark to my great relief my arousal began to subside. I only managed to eat half a sandwich before Erica came back for me. With her this time she carried a heavy looking metal collar. 'On your knees and lift up your hair,' she ordered. The collar was wrapped around my neck and fastened at the back. It had a metal ring at the front to which Erica attached a leash. Abruptly she gave it a tug and I fell onto my hands and knees and was dragged after her the whole way to the kitchen. 'Get up!' she commanded, hurling the leash back in my face with disgust. Shakily I got to my feet, not daring to look up at Erica. 'I don't have all day!' she said curtly. 'Now get over here.' I walked towards her quickly but cautiously. On the floor beside her there were two wooden chairs a long, thick piece of rope and a bag made from tarpaulin, the kind you would use for gardening. She unhooked the leash from my collar. 'I want one of your feet on each of the chairs, legs spread.' 'Yes Erica,' I obeyed without hesitation. She threw on end of the rope up into the air to catch on the beams of the very high ceiling. She proceeded to tie one end to each of my wrists leaving me with my arms fully stretched out above and no way to free myself. I could only hope that I wouldn't lose my balance on the chairs! Erica picked up the bag and strode around in front of me so I could see exactly what she was doing. She lifted a pair of driving gloves from the table before venturing on. I filled with terror. If she had to put gloves on before she touched whatever was in the bag what was it going to feel like for me? She opened the bag to reveal a large stash of freshly cut stinging nettles. 'Erica, please!' I cried in panic, 'Don't!' 'Lewd little sluts don't get off lightly in my home!' she declared. 'But you can't! I can't take it, please no!' I squealed, tears running down my face. She looked up at me almost sympathetically, 'You didn't expect to go unpunished did you? You should know better than to fuck a doorknob!' 'I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please Erica, spank me instead, or whip me, or anything you like but not the nettles, please,' I begged. She picked up another chair and set it down in front of me so she could look me in the eye. To my surprise she took my in her arms and kissed me passionately. She held me until my breathing had regulated and I had calmed down. 'Do you trust me Anna?' she said softly. 'Yes,' I replied, 'But....' 'Look at me,' Erica whispered, 'You know anything I do to you won't leave any permanent damage. I'll look after you, you know that.' 'Don't use the nettles,' I said pleadingly, looking straight into her eyes. 'You shouldn't ever be so terrified of me; I know your limits better than you do yourself. I'm going to use the nettles and it's going to sting but I'll be ever so proud of you.' I moaned slightly and turned my head away from her. 'Trust me Darling, I know what you need,' with that she stepped down from the chair and picked up a branch of nettles. She began at my ankle and then ran the nettle the whole way up the side of my body and up my outstretched arm to my wrist. Even after the nettle had touched my skin I could still feel it's presence. As she moved on to the other side I could feel the previous side's sting as clearly as ever. My whole body tingled as I held back the tears in my eyes. Next Erica tore two of the leaves from the stalk and gently rubbed them against my nipples. Her gentleness only made it sting more. A light touch was all it took to make my skin burn. I watched my nipples harden and turn red as she rubbed them. 'Are you getting hot yet Anna?' she asked taking off one glove to massage my clit. 'Mmm,' I moaned. 'This is still a punishment so don't get too excited,' Erica laughed. 'I'm going to make it hurt a lot more now and the best part is I barely have to touch you to make you squirm!' I couldn't believe it but I actually was beginning to enjoy the pain. She put her glove back on, picked up more nettles and walked around to my back. I found myself pushing my ass out, eagerly waiting for more. 'Someone's changed their tune!' she said. Although I couldn't see her I knew she was smiling. Suddenly, with out any warning Erica swiftly brushed the nettles between my legs and up my ass. I jumped and screamed in a frenzy. She caught me just in time to help me replace my feet on the chairs and regain my balance. Before the pain the nettles on my pussy had caused had a chance to register she was rubbing handfuls of nettles forcefully all over my body. I don't think there was a single part of me that didn't sting. As if I wasn't in enough pain already she began to slap the insides of my thighs and my ass. 'You won't masturbate again without my permission, will you?' she coerced. 'No Erica,' I said as quickly as I could manage. The slaps stopped instantly. 'Now let's get you down from there,' she said coolly. She picked up a pair of scissors and easily cut me free. 'Now put your hands on my shoulders,' Erica commanded as she gripped my waist firmly with her own hands. 'Jump,' she said. Nervously I jumped and to my relief I landed safely on my feet with the help of Erica. I gratefully collapsed into her arms as my eyes flooded with tears. 'Thank-you,' I sobbed. 'You're very welcome darling,' she whispered. 'Upstairs there's a bath waiting for you with oil in to neutralise the sting. Let's go before your little pussy lips get any redder.' With her arm wrapped around my waist she led me up the stairs, holding my shaky body tightly against hers. In the bathroom the spa sized bath was filled with warm green tinted water. I sighed as the oil in the water alleviated the stinging as promised. 'Better?' Erica asked with a smile. 'Mmm... yes,' I giggled, 'Much thanks.' To my delight Erica began to remove her clothes. I wasn't expecting her to get in with me! I watched in amazement as she undid the clasp on her bra, allowing her breasts to fall gently downwards. She let her trouser drop to her ankles before stepping out of them. Her panties soon followed, revealing her neatly shaven strip of pubic hair and deliciously pink pussy. I was almost disappointed when she got into the bath beside me; the bubbles in the water hid her body. 'Come closer,' she said softly. I edged carefully nearer her. 'Closer!' Erica ordered. 'Am I really that scary?' she asked playfully as she gently slapped my face, alternating cheeks so my head turned from side to side. 'I expect an answer you know!' 'Em...' I mumbled, not quite knowing what to say. 'Wrong answer!' she exclaimed, now pinching my nipples hard and pulling me as close as was physically possible. 'I'll ask you again: am I really that scary?' 'Yes Erica,' I answered without doubt. 'Good girl,' she said letting go of my nipples. 'You're going to want to stay on my good side while you're here. There are rules I will tell you about later but first I want to wash you.' She lifted a bottle of bath cream and began to pour it down my back massaging it in with her hands. Erica didn't miss a single part of me from between my toes to between my legs. Every inch of me had been thoroughly soaped and gently massaged. 'Please Erica,' I said sweetly, 'Let me wash you.' 'Do you think you've been good enough to be aloud to touch me?' 'I need to do something for you,' I replied. 'Why?' she said, looking confused. 'You always do things for me. I want to, please let me,' I begged. 'You are surprisingly considerate. How could I say no?' Erica smiled, looking at me affectionately. Nervously I took the bottle of soap from her and began to pour it on her shoulders just as she had to me. I tried to mimic her actions as best as I could. The extent to which I wanted to please her was irrational. Carefully I soaped her shoulders, neck and breasts while she sat in front of me obviously confident with her own body. It wasn't that she didn't have reason to. Erica's body was firm and well toned; she was curvaceous but carried absolutely no weight. In my eyes she couldn't be more perfect. I was leaving the best part to last. I washed from the tips of her toes to the top of her legs. 'May I touch your pussy Erica?' I asked. 'Good girl for remembering to ask. Go ahead Darling,' she said, opening her legs further to make it easier for me. Fervidly I began touching her only delicately. I let my fingers linger on her clit as I massaged the soap in. 'I said you could wash it Anna, not play with it!' Erica laughed. I felt myself blush as I immediately withdrew my hands. 'Sorry Erica,' I apologised. She lifted my chin up with one finger, clearly amused by my disappointment and embarrassment. 'You are adorable! Come on, first I want you to show me something.' As I stood up to get out of the bath Erica threw a fluffy white towel around my shoulders and wrapped one around herself. She led the way downstairs. To my surprise we went back into the cupboard I had spent the morning in. She closed the door behind us and we stood in complete darkness. I felt her hand reach out for me in the dark. She pulled the towel away from me and threw it into the corner of the room. 'I want you to show me what you were doing earlier,' said Erica from behind me. 'I was only sitting on the floor,' I replied innocently. 'No Anna, show me what you were doing to the doorknob,' she whispered. She positioned me directly in front of the door knob with one hand on either side of my waist. 'Go on,' she prompted gently. 'But, I thought...' 'I'm not condemning it; it was very disobedient of you but I want you to show me exactly what you did.' 'I just rubbed my pussy against it,' I said blankly. 'Show me,' Erica whispered. I started rubbing myself against the doorknob. It didn't feel quite the same this time. I felt almost guilty with Erica standing watching behind me. 'Can I stop now Erica?' I asked after a few minutes. 'No,' she said firmly. 'I don't want to, please,' I begged. 'Why not? You were keen enough earlier,' she patronised. 'I'm sorry, I want to stop.' 'Why?' Erica asked while grabbing on to my hips and forcing me to hump the doorknob faster. 'How do you feel?' 'Dirty,' I said without even having to think. 'Do you want to feel dirty?' she asked, forcing me to go faster still. 'No Erica,' I said breathily. 'I want to be good, I want to please you. Let me stop, please.' Abruptly she pulled me backwards, away from the door. She spun me around quickly and began to kiss me tenderly. 'So you really have learned your lesson,' she murmured. 'I almost thought I would have to spank you so it would sink in but you're a fast learner. You have pleased me. I'm going to have so much fun with you!' 'Please Erica, spank me anyway,' I pleaded under my breath. 'Oh we will have so much fun Darling,' she sighed. Student Lesbian BDSM Ch. 04 This story, like all of my others, has not been edited by anyone but me. I have been looking for an editor but those who I have contacted have not replied. If anyone would be interested in editing my stories please message me. x ................................................ The next morning I woke alone. My arms were sprawled out across the bed from where Erica had prised herself away from me. With my eyes only half opened I rolled over to discover an envelope with my name on crumpled up under my back. Although I wasn't surprised to see Erica's writing; block capitals in black ink, I was surprised by what she had written: ANNA, SORRY I HAD TO RUSH OUT. BE BACK AT 11. SHOWER AND HELP YOURSELF TO BREAKFAST. YOU'LL FIND 16 CLOTHES PEGS IN THE BOTTOM DRAWER IN THE KITCHEN. I WANT 4 ON EACH BREAST, 1 ON EACH NIPPLE AND 3 ON EACH PUSSY LIP. PUT ON ALSO THE WRIST AND ANKLE CUFFS. WEAR ONLY SHOES IN ADDITION TO THE ABOVE AND BRING WITH YOU THE CROP WHICH CAN BE FOUND IN THE BACK OF THE WARDROBE TO MEET ME AT THE DOOR. SEE YOU AT 11, LOVE ERICA. 11 am couldn't come soon enough. I felt myself getting excited almost immediately. I was nervous I wouldn't be able to do it myself as I had done nothing like it before but I knew I would be more than satisfied to do it for Erica. It was half nine already and I knew how long it would take me in the shower. I dragged myself out of bed much more quickly than I usually would and made my way downstairs to get some breakfast. I felt I little uncomfortable rummaging through someone else's cupboards but I soon managed to locate the coffee, kettle, bread and toaster. It took me until quarter to eleven to shower, dry my hair and do my make up. I had to try my very hardest not to let my hands linger on my nipples and clit. I knew I was forbidden to touch myself but I was still very much tempted. I put on my highest heels which happened to be skin toned, instantly lengthening my legs and improving my posture. I easily found the bottom drawer in the kitchen. As promised, there were exactly sixteen clothes pegs, ankle cuffs and wrist cuffs. I put on the ankle and wrist cuffs first. They were made from thick black leather with a metal ring on each, presumably so they could be fastened to something or other. I closed each buckle tightly around each limb with increasing excitement. Next I reached for the clothes pegs. Although they were only small and made from white plastic they had sharp little teeth in the inside. I started with my nipples. Carefully I attached peg to each of the protruding, tender pink nubs. The intensity of the stinging surprised me as I sat and watched my nipples turn from pink to red. My careful disposition was only making it more painful. Erica was to be home in ten minutes, I would have to hurry up. More quickly this time, I began to pinch folds of skin on my breasts before attaching the remaining eight pegs. I found it difficult to get them all on my petite 32C's but I did finally manage it. Nervously I spread my legs and focused my attention on my pussy lips; damp and open already. It didn't take the same effort it did on my breasts to clip on the clothes pegs. I attached three pegs on either side just like Erica had wanted. I felt so vulnerable with my pussy spread open wide and barely able to close my legs. I checked the time again and reread the note, reminding me to fetch the crop which I had forgotten about until now. Not being accustomed to walking with my legs so far apart and trying not to detach clothes pegs from my vulva, I made my way up the stairs with much difficulty. I shuffled across the landing into the bedroom. When I opened the wardrobe the room filled with the scent of Erica's signature musky perfume. I paused for a second to breathe it in, shivering as her imaginary presence engulfed me. I was awoken from my daydreaming by the sound of tyres on gravel. I grabbed the crop from the back of the wardrobe and raced down the stairs as quickly as the clothes pegs and 6 inch heels would allow. For once I was glad of the ridiculously long driveway. I reached the front door with pegs intact and crop in hand just as the purring sound of the BMW's engine ceased. Erica stepped inside, smiling as caught sight of me standing attentively by the door. 'Good Morning Darling.' Before I had a chance to reply another women stepped inside. 'She is obedient, isn't she,' the woman commented. For a second I froze in shock before diving behind the open door. I wasn't best pleased about being exposed to complete strangers. Immediately Erica closed the door and threw her handbag into the other woman's arms. She turned me around, bent me over her arm and proceeded to administer about ten hard spanks to my buns. My ass was facing the other woman and due to the pegs my legs were spread wide apart leaving my pussy in full view. I yelped not only with pain but also with humiliation. 'If I had wanted you to hide you can rest assured I would have made it perfectly clear,' Erica reprimanded. 'Sorry Erica,' I whimpered. 'Now, let's have a proper look at you,' she said more gently this time whilst helping me to stand. 'Show me how many you put on your pussy,' she ordered. Gingerly I leaned backwards and with two fingers pulled my outer pussy lips upwards. 'Good girl. Now, hand me the crop,' she said, obviously pleased. 'This is my sister, Roz,' Erica informed me, gesturing towards the woman that gave me such a fright. For the first time I was able to look at her properly. It was plain to see Roz and Erica were sisters. They shared the same razor-sharp cheekbones and had similar figures although Erica was taller and was more muscular. 'Pleased to meet you Anna,' Roz said pleasantly. 'You too,' I replied, now blushing uncontrollably. 'You were right Erica,' said Roz, 'She really is adorable; all the little whimpers and the blushing. Only you could be cruel enough to spank that cute little bottom!' This, of course, only made me blush more but the initial vulgarity I felt faded and was now replaced with an odd sense of pleasure. A compliment was always nice but I didn't really care what Roz thought, beautiful though she was. The fact that Erica had been telling her sister how 'adorable' I was excited me. I felt a real need to please my relentless yet amorous lover. 'Those pegs have got to be hurting now Darling,' Erica said, 'Come into the kitchen and I'll take them off for you.' She was right. My skin felt tight and sore and my pussy lips were stretched and aching but somehow I doubted the process of Erica taking them off would make it feel any better. I walked into the kitchen led by Erica and followed by Roz. Both being taller than me and fully clothed I felt a tad intimidated but not as intimidated as I would feel in a minute. 'Oh yes, Erica! There was something I meant to ask you,' Roz exclaimed abruptly. 'This won't take long,' Erica replied, meanwhile turning me around to face her and repositioning my legs further apart. 'We wouldn't want Anna to be in any more pain than necessary,' she said mischievously. She swung the crop high into the air and brought it down briskly on the peg on my right nipple. I inhaled sharply as I watched the peg fall to the floor. By the time she had finished my right breast my eyes were full of tears. I began to regret attaching the pegs so diligently; she had to bring the crop down much harder to remove them. 'Poor baby, let me kiss it better,' Erica cooed, noticing the tears in my eyes. She bent down and gently lifted my nipple upwards. For a moment I forgot the pain and that Roz was watching while Erica soothingly kissed and caressed all my worries away. It didn't last for long though. I would have gladly accepted more affection but all too soon it was back to the crop. She swiftly proceeded to remove the rest of the pegs using the same technique. When only a single peg stood on my left nipple the tears were streaming down my face. Erica persisted mercilessly. Once again the crop came hastily down, although this time not taking the peg right off only loosening it. 'That one's tight!' Erica laughed. As she began to raise the crop for a second time I pulled backwards. !' Slowly she lowered the crop. 'No, no, please Erica,' I begged. 'Not right there again!' 'Come closer Darling,' Erica whispered, almost sympathetically. Cautiously I moved nearer. She lightly grasped the peg as though she was going to remove it ever so carefully; I began to relax. Gradually she began to twist the peg slowly and pull it away from me. This was much worse than the sharp pain I would have otherwise experienced. Barely daring to breathe, I moaned as my nipple was stretched and twisted excruciatingly slowly. Eventually the peg slid off with a click. I sighed and exhaled with relief. 'It really would have been easier to do it my way, wouldn't it Baby?' 'Yes, Erica,' I murmured through my tears. 'Now for the others,' she teased. 'Do it quickly,' I pleaded. 'Don't worry, I intend to!' Erica laughed. I must have looked terrified after that as I caught a look of concern on Roz's face even though she seemed pretty immune to this kind of thing. 'You've felt worse than this, Darling,' Erica said with a reassuring smile. I noticed the momentary look in Erica's eyes. Just for a second she looked at me with unfamiliar mellow warmth. I felt like I was melting inside as I stared mindlessly back into the captivating emerald green of her eyes. It wasn't a side of Erica I had ever seen before. Apparently Roz hadn't seen it either. Unable to tear myself away from Erica's gaze I noticed, vaguely, out of the corner of my eye, the sudden interest with which she looked in Erica's direction. Soon I had a whole lot more to think about than the look in Erica's eyes. She picked up a piece of fine string sitting on the worktop. Menacingly she bent down and threaded the string through each of the pegs, back through the three on one side and forward through the three on the other. She stood up again and walked around behind me. Erica's hand slid down between my legs and gripped the two dangling pieces of string. 'It's wet down there!' she commented. Erica pulled me back with her free hand so that I was leaning against her. One of her arms was wrapped tightly around my waist and the other held the strings so taught I could feel the strain on my pussy. 'Ready?' Erica whispered. I didn't have to think twice to realise what was going to happen next. 'Yes Erica,' I responded shakily. 'One... two... three!' I yelped suddenly and jumped. Erica's grip on my waist was the only reason I didn't collapse onto the floor. All of the pegs were now removed. My pussy lips were red, raw and wide open. 'There, it wasn't that bad, was it?' she said comfortingly. I shook my head silently. I had to admit, the anticipation was definitely the worst part. It had hurt considerably but it wasn't as sore as I was expecting it to be. 'Good girl,' Erica whispered. With that she threw the pegs and string into the sink and retrieved a bottle of wine from the fridge. 'Get three glasses from the cupboard and take this into the lounge Sweetheart,' she said handing me the bottle. 'Yes Erica,' I answered obediently. I did as I was asked and promptly left the room with the wine and the glasses. When I got out into the hallway I lingered, relishing the feeling of being able to close my legs again. I had no intention of eavesdropping... 'You're serious about her, aren't you?' Roz asked. 'Erica, I saw the way you looked at her.' The quick denial I had been expecting didn't come; instead there was a long silence. I didn't dare to move. 'Well?' Roz probed. 'Anna's only twenty-five, just looking for light-hearted fun. I'll have to end it pretty soon before I develop real feelings for her. It wasn't even meant to last this long,' Erica sighed. I was amazed. Erica could take her pick, men or women; she could have someone new every week if she wanted. After her affirmation it took a moment before everything she had said dawned on me. She said she was going to end it pretty soon. I surprised myself at how unbearable I found the thought. I hadn't considered the end yet, in my mind it was only the beginning. The sound of heels on the tiled floor brought me back to earth. I scampered quickly into the lounge fearing being caught. I set the wine and glasses on the coffee in middle of table and stood beside the sofa as though I had been waiting. 'I'll pour the wine; it looks like your going to have your hands full!' Roz announced on entering the room. 'Thanks,' Erica said calmly, making herself comfortable. She unfolded the towel she had brought into the room with her and smoothed it out across her lap. 'Come sit down, Anna,' she said fondly. I went to sit down next to her on the sofa. 'No Baby, on my lap!' she laughed. I felt like an idiot; what else would the towel have been for? I suppose I was slightly preoccupied. 'Now,' Erica said while manoeuvring me so I was now leaning back into the sofa. 'You've been ever such a good girl for me today. Do you think you should be allowed to come?' 'I only want to come if it pleases you,' I said sweetly. Roz laughed out loud. 'How could you deny her after that?' 'Even if I hadn't planned to let you come I really think I could have been persuaded,' Erica said as she gently prised my legs apart. 'Look what I've got for you!' she said bringing out a thin vibrating stick. 'Mmmm,' I moaned, spreading my legs wider. Erica and Roz smiled knowingly. Immediately I became embarrassed of myself for acting like such a tart. 'Darling, you deserve it. Relax for me,' she consoled. I sank back into the sofa and allowed her to carry on. Erica slipped the vibrator down between my legs and gently circled my clit. Usually the thought of someone seeing me completely naked, being toyed with while they relaxed drinking wine on the sofa would have been mortifying. Surprisingly that wasn't how I felt. I was almost proud that Erica was showing me off to her sister. I nuzzled closer to Erica and began to move my hips as I relaxed. 'That's better,' Erica said soothingly. 'Come for me, Anna.' I came almost straight away. I pushed myself further into Erica's lap as my body stiffened then shook with an orgasm. She turned the vibrator off, wiped it on the towel and set it down beside her. She took my shaking body into her arms and held me until I had gotten my breath back. 'Ah! Roz, what was it you wanted to ask me?' Erica asked, easily returning to normal conversation with no embarrassment. 'Oh yes, remember I told you about the girl's new 'master',' she said, not beating around the bush. 'What's he done now that you don't approve of?' Erica joked. 'Don't Erica, I'm seriously worried!' Roz said, sounding genuinely annoyed. 'Sorry,' Erica said, passing me one of the glasses of wine and took the other herself. 'When do you want me to meet him, then?' she said knowingly. Roz laughed openly. 'He's coming around this evening. I'd like you to come too Anna, tell me what you think as a submissive.' 'Or in case I have to demonstrate,' Erica smiled. 'He is rather looking forward to meeting you, Erica,' 'You already told him I was coming!' Erica laughed, 'Typical of you!' 'I know, sorry,' Roz chuckled, 'The girls must have been talking about you; I think he hopes to see one of your famous spankings!' 'Does he have any experience?' Erica asked. 'Yes, I heard he's actually rather vicious. That's why I'm so worried....' she tailed off. 'Might I ask, Anna, if you've had any experience with anything like this before?' said Roz. 'No,' I stated honestly. 'Gosh, never?' Roz exclaimed. 'No,' I said again, this time blushing slightly. 'You obviously find it natural!' she said with surprise in her voice. 'You'll be getting a lesson in what not to look for in a partner this evening. If one good thing comes out of this it will be you learning to look out for your own safety,' Roz scowled. 'Am I really that dangerous?' Erica asked jokingly, knowing Roz was getting stressed out. She couldn't help but stifle a laugh. 'I'll see you both at seven,' she said standing up to leave. 'Don't worry,' said Erica, 'I won't let him off easily.' 'Thanks,' Roz smiled. Erica stood up and handed me a satin dressing gown, which I gratefully put on. 'See you later,' Erica said on her way to the door. 'Yes, see you. Bye Anna,' said Roz. 'Bye,' I said. 'Now, I know there's a lot of things I need to explain to you but first of you're going to put some clothes on while I go kill a kitten,' she laughed. 'Kill a kitten?' I repeated with confusion. 'Oh, Anna,' she said laughing harder now. 'I mean I'm going to play with myself!' 'Oh!' I exclaimed, surprised by her tactlessness, 'Can I play too?' I said with a giggle. At that Erica erupted into peals of laughter. 'Upstairs, now!' she shouted slapping me hard on the ass before chasing me up the stairs. I giggled and shrieked as I ran, looking behind me to check Erica was still following. I ran into the bedroom stopping just beside the bed. She grabbed me, arms around my waist and threw me on my back onto the bed. Then leaping on top, on all fours with a leg and an arm on each side she leaned down to kiss me passionately. Instinctively I reached up to begin unbuttoning her shirt, forgetting everything she had taught me. This time she didn't seem to mind. I was sure I would usually be spanked for touching her without permission but this time our sexual hunger took over. There were no rules, no strictness and no threat of punishment, not this time. By the time I had her shirt and bra off she was just beginning to undo the tying on the dressing gown I was wearing. As I felt around for the zip on her skirt Erica began to fondle my breasts. I ran my hands up and down her ass until I found the zip, enjoying the feel of her lavish curves. I unzipped her skirt and slid my thumbs down into her panties, bringing both garments down at once. We were both now completely naked. I took one of Erica's nipples into and sucked it tenderly until it was hard. While I was working on the other she stroked the inner part of my thigh. I spread my legs further apart to allow her more access. Erica moved one of her legs between mine and pulled me up so it was almost as if we were sitting on each other's laps. I wrapped my arms around her neck as she began to gently slide backwards and forwards. I was surprised by how easily she slid on my leg. From my knee to my thigh was slick with her juices. The same could be said about Erica's leg; soaking wet with my juices. At first we went slowly and carefully, making sure we didn't slide off but after a moment Erica took a hand off my waist and tilted my chin upwards to look at her. For the second time that day I couldn't take my eyes off her. This time she stared straight back at me, sending shivers down my spine. At the sight of my shivering she smiled and the very same look she wore earlier returned. I sighed as my stomach filled with butterflies and I was taken over with lust. I was still staring up at her intently. My eyes locked on hers as we both began to move faster, in perfect sync with one another. As we neared our climax our breathing quickened. We moaned and trembled together but instead of closing our eyes and throwing our heads back in pleasure we stayed staring at each other. It was as though we were some how physically connected. Student Lesbian BDSM Ch. 04 The proceeding orgasm was so intense it brought tears to my eyes. I watched Erica shake and whimper as never before. As if by magnetic force we fell forward, intuitively, into a kiss. We stayed like this for several minutes, neither of us saying a word. We didn't need to. Erica reached up and tucked a fallen strand of hair behind my ear and gently broke the silence. 'Let's get cleaned up,' she said softly as she got up, took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. She turned the shower on and pinned up my hair to stop it getting wet. Twenty minutes, half a bottle of shower gel and quite a few litres of water later we sat at the kitchen table eating a light lunch. 'I said I'd tell you about Roz's tonight.' Erica began. 'It'll probably seem quite normal to begin with; we'll all eat together, Roz will have cooked I'm sure. Michael; Roz's husband and their three daughters Harriet, Julia and Bea will all be their. As will their new Master, Jacques.' 'Oh!' I gasped in realisation. 'Roz's children...' I trailed off. This was just getting weirder and weirder. 'The triplets are eighteen now, just left school. They've decided they don't want to go to university. The only thing they want to be trained in is BDSM!' she exclaimed. 'It makes sense now!' I laughed. 'So he's not really that bad then? Roz just wants them to get a few qualifications?' 'I wouldn't be so sure. Roz is protective but usually she's pretty reasonable.' 'Maybe she doesn't like the idea of them being involved in BDSM?' I asked. Erica laughed aloud. 'Roz and Michael are into BDSM themselves. They've known for a good while the girls would be interested.' 'How?' I questioned. 'Ever since...' she began, smirking a little. 'Well, they've always known 'Auntie Erica's a lesbian' but they walked in on me one day when they were about ... eleven?' 'They were interested? Not scarred for life?' I asked, slightly bewildered. 'Thanks, Darling,' Erica laughed. 'Sorry I didn't mean... but they were eleven?' 'They asked me questions for weeks. Roz even caught them tying each other up with an old rope they had found a few days later,' she said. 'Anyway, back to the point. This evening you and I will be sitting in on the girls and Jacques playing.' 'You mean having sex?' I asked bluntly. 'Tactful as ever, Anna,' she mocked. 'Not sex but bondage and spanking kind of stuff anyway.' 'Oh...' I said, not quite knowing what else to say. 'I've just got to watch to make sure the girls are ok. Roz's heard some pretty dodgy things about this guy...' 'Ok,' I agreed, as long as it was for safety, 'What did you say earlier about demonstrating?' I asked nervously. 'I might have to show him how to do a few things more effectively at the end, but don't worry, he won't be getting anywhere near you,' she reassured. I had, somewhere in my mind, the impression that this would be some kind of wild orgy. I was relieved. 'I expect you to be on your best behaviour. I don't want to be shown up in front of everyone,' Erica cautioned. 'As my submissive you yourself are a demonstration of how I expect a submissive to act and the standards I expect from Jacques.' 'I'll warn you now; if you put so much as a toe out of line I won't hesitate to spank you.' 'In front of everyone?' I gulped. 'Yes,' said Erica, 'I hope I don't have to, but be warned because I will.' 'Please Erica; couldn't you wait till we got back?' 'As long I have no motive there will be no spanking,' she said finally. I knew there was no use arguing. 'You can start practicing. Beginning here and now you will call me 'Mistress.' You won't question anything I tell you to do, you'll just do it regardless and you won't try to tell me what to do or take any control over the situation unless I tell you otherwise.' 'Yes Mistress,' I stuttered, listening to the sound of the word in my tiny, powerless voice. 'I'm going to start being stricter with you Anna. So far I've been gentle because I understand you've never done anything like this before. Now I want to see how far I can push you.' 'I've got some paperwork to be getting on with,' she said standing up and putting her plate in the dishwasher. 'I'm sure you have some kind of coursework you ought to be doing. Stay in the dressing gown though and I'll help you get ready before we leave Darling.' 'Thank-you Mistress,' I said following her lead. 'You're welcome Baby.' She answered with a smile and kissed me on the forehead before disappearing upstairs into the office. After finishing clearing up in the kitchen I did as she suggested and began to get out my coursework. I didn't get very much done. My thoughts kept returning to what I had overheard earlier. I didn't want it to be over. I wanted Erica to be my Mistress properly; to treat me harshly when I needed it and push me right to the very edge. I would have to focus on being good, I would have to trust her with everything and I would have to hope she developed 'real feelings' like she had been talking about. I needed her to love me before it was too late. A couple of hours later Erica came into the room to help me get ready as promised. 'Stand up and come over here,' she ordered. 'Yes Mistress,' I said compliantly. 'Good girl. I've got a little something for you,' she smiled bringing out what looked like a short, fat dildo to me. 'What is it for?' I asked with confusion. 'What is it for what?' pressed Erica. 'Sorry Mistress,' I replied, realising my mistake. 'That's better. It's a butt plug Anna,' she answered. 'It won't fit!' I fired back immediately, not impressed by the suggestion. 'Yes it will,' Erica said calmly. 'Have you ever had anything up your ass before?' 'No Mistress,' I answered honestly with slight panic in my voice. 'I want you to wear this to dinner.' 'But... I can't, I won't,' I stuttered. 'Oh, won't you?' she said softly. 'No Mistress,' I stated bluntly. 'What happened to submission, being mine?' 'Please, I want to be yours Mistress but I can't wear that!' I exclaimed. 'Yes you can. And you will,' she persevered. 'No, I won't!' I squealed in agitation. 'So you want to play it like that?' Erica began. 'You've just earned yourself a spanking and then I'll tie you down and force it inside of you if I have to!' 'Sorry Mistress. I'll be good, please... spank me but no butt plug,' I begged. 'Across my lap Anna,' she ordered, sitting on the bed. 'Now!' she commanded as I opened my mouth to protest. Warily I lowered myself across her lap. I knew there was no use arguing now. She lifted the up my dressing gown and began to spank me immediately. Each equally hard, fast slap made me bounce up and down on her lap although I tried my best to keep still. I was kicking myself for refusing the butt plug, being all too aware that this could make all the difference. I was desperate to please her. I tried my best to take my spanking without complaining. After a good few minutes the sting really began to build up. I choked back the tears and the squeals for as long as I could manage but soon they came spilling out. The tears weren't, to begin with, to do with the pain but because I knew I disappointed her. I wasn't squealing for long as the spanking suddenly stopped. 'Get up and sit on my lap Sweetheart,' Erica said kindly. I did as I was told, gladly this time. 'I'm sorry Mistress,' I sniffed. 'I could see how hard you were trying to stay still and be quiet for me,' she said, pulling me into her chest. 'I shouldn't have argued with you Mistress. I know I deserved it,' I confessed, snuggling in closer to her. 'I'm proud of you Anna. Will you let me put the butt plug in this time or will I have to sit on you to hold you down?' she said with a smile, knowing exactly what my answer would be. 'I'll let you put it in,' I said, not even considering refusing this time around. The look on her face instantly reminded me what I had forgotten. 'Sorry Mistress,' I blurted out, realising my mistake. 'Good girl. Get up now,' she said softly. I watched nervously as she rearranged the pillows on the bed so three were piled up on top of each other in the centre of the bed. 'This will only be more painful if you tense up,' Erica warned. 'Lie over the pillows, Darling.' I climbed onto the bed and let the pillows push my ass and hips into the air. 'Ok, now pull your ass cheeks apart so I can see what I am doing.' I complied even though I was dreading what was to come. 'All you've got to do is hold still and relax. It's not a big one so it won't be too bad, not this time.' I began to feel the warm, wet plug sliding around the outside of my ass. 'Don't worry Darling, it's only warmed lube,' she said, as if reading my mind. She carefully began to insert it into my ass. The very tip circled the rim of my ass, pushing its way further and further in. 'You've tensed up,' Erica stated. I hadn't realised how tense my body had become. Even subconsciously I didn't want the plug inside of me. I forced my muscles relax again. 'That's better.' It was never comfortable but now it felt worse than ever. With one final push it was in. I felt so full even though I knew how small it was. 'Now let's get you dressed,' she said, gently patting my ass, motioning for me to get up. I moved with great discomfort. I felt so unusually full yet I could close my legs fully. It wasn't a sensation I had experienced before. 'That's pretty,' said Erica picking up the floral dress I had laid out. I rested my hands on her shoulders as she helped me into my underwear. 'If you can keep that in all evening and behave yourself you'll be rewarded later.' 'All evening?' I asked. 'All evening' she confirmed. 'Ow...' I moaned, deciding it was best not to argue. 'I know it hurts now but the pain will lessen as the night goes on,' Erica said, fastening my bra. 'Won't it just get worse?' 'You'll almost forget it's there.' 'Do you promise?' I asked jokingly. 'I promise!' she laughed while zipping up my dress. 'Now, we're leaving in fifteen minutes. Your mascara's run a little. Fix it then meet me downstairs.' She kissed me on the forehead and left to get changed. I wiped the tears from my eyes and touched up my make up. Awkwardly I bent down to put on my shoes. Every now and again I was reminded of the butt plug as it moved around in my ass. I felt like a naughty little girl doing something I ought not to be. I was only attempting to buckle my shoes but everything I tried to do felt so sexual. I walked down the stairs, for the second time that day, as normally as I could manage. Soon Erica followed. She looked absolutely terrifying. Her hair was pulled into a smooth, tight bun on the back of her head. The simple black shift dress she wore drew attention to her hourglass figure. Wearing her heels she was well over six foot tall. To top it all off; bright red lipstick accentuated her warm complexion and somehow managed to make her angular bone structure look even harsher. Despite the butt plug I was beginning to get wet. I was going to be the plaything of the most intimidating woman in the room and everyone was going to know it. 'Are you ready to go?' she asked when she noticed me waiting. 'Yes Mistress,' I smiled. 'Good girl,' Erica said, her coldness disintegrating momentarily. 'Now let's go.' She pushed me out the door before her so she could feel to make sure I still wearing the butt plug. 'I'm surprised you kept that in Darling!' 'It doesn't hurt so much anymore Mistress.' 'You've been very well behaved today. If you keep this up I can guarantee you'll fall asleep very satisfied tonight Sweetheart.' To be continued... Student Lesbian BDSM Ch. 05 I sat in the passenger seat of the BMW. Every minute we drove I got more and more nervous. Erica's driving didn't do much to subdue my growing agitation. For the whole journey she drove at the highest speed the limit would allow. I sat desperately clutching the fabric of my seat every time a bend in the road approached. Until now I hadn't thought it possible to turn corners so sharply. I hadn't experienced Erica's driving before. I couldn't help but wonder if she was doing it on purpose. It seemed too coincidental that less than half an hour ago she had forced a butt plug inside me. Perhaps she was just a bad driver? I didn't say anything. I felt every violently turned corner and every tiny little bump in the road like I never had before. The butt plug scraped against my inner walls and pushed deeper and deeper into my ass. Now I was grateful the end of the plug was too wide to fit inside my ass. 'Ow!' I yelped as we drove over a speed bump in the road. She raised her eyebrows mischievously. 'Oops...' she said, her voice coloured with playful sarcasm. 'Erica!' I pouted. I couldn't believe I was worried about hurting her feelings. I should have known better. 'Did you really think I was that bad a driver?' she smiled. 'Stop it, it really hurts!' I said, half serious, half giggling at her childish game. 'We're almost there now. I can't believe you let me go on for so long!' The ride became a lot smoother and I revelled in my new found comfort. It only lasted a short time though. My nerves soon took over and I realised the pain had been a welcome distraction. What was going to happen? What would people expect from me? Erica must have noticed the growing tension in my muscles as I found a comforting hand resting on my thigh. 'I doubt it will Anna, but if anything happens that you're not comfortable with all you've got to do is tell me and it'll stop.' I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. 'You'll be fine, I promise.' I relaxed as Erica's hand caressed the top of my leg. A few minutes later we turned into a driveway of a Victorian style house. The area looked quite expensive but none the less suburban. 'Are we here?' I asked uncertainly. 'Yes. I know it's not what you'd expect. I was surprised when Roz told me she was moving here after she married Michael. They don't really fit in with the neighbours. I'm sure you'll agree Roz doesn't come across as the mumsy type.' My heart was beating a mile a minute as I sat glued to my seat watching Erica gather her things up and lift the bottle of wine she had brought. 'Oh Darling,' she sighed, 'If you don't like what goes on we can leave anytime but I really think you'll enjoy yourself.' She opened the car door and stepped out. I would have to trust her on this one. Erica took my hand and led the way to the door. The door was opened by a man I hadn't seen before. He was of average height and build. He had lightly tanned skin and dark brown almost black eyes framed by thick, dark eyelashes. 'Hello Michael,' Erica said. 'Erica, let me guess, pinot as usual!' he laughed looking at the bottle of wine. 'Well, if I'd been given more of a warning I might have had time to go out and get something else but pinot's all I keep in the house!' 'I didn't know about this either until I got home from work an hour ago!' 'Roz...' Erica sighed knowingly. 'You must be Anna,' Michael said, turning his attention to me. 'I've heard a lot about you, well, since I got back!' 'Nice to meet you,' I laughed. 'Oh, good, you're here.' Roz said emerging from the kitchen. 'We're all waiting for you.' Michael held the door opened for us and Erica led me inside. So far I had been surprised. The area was very much a family area, the house was a well furbished family home and so far the atmosphere was warm and friendly. Sat at the dining room table were Erica's three nieces and a man who, I assumed, must be Jacques. I had to say the girls definitely looked more like Michael than Roz. The first thing that struck me about all three of them were their eyes; dark with ridiculously long eyelashes. It was amazing how much of their personality's you could judge just by looking at them although they all had very similar delicate features and slender, shapely figures. Erica then introduced me. Harriet sat on the far left; her hair was cut into a sleek, shiny, dark bob. My first impression was that she was more mature than her sisters. She also dressed more simply. The air of intelligence there was about her was odd. She had barely spoken a word but I had no doubt she was clever. In the middle was Bea. It was obvious she was the mischievous one. She had short messy hair. It wouldn't have surprised me if she said she had cut it herself. Bea wasn't afraid to make a statement. She wore bright pink lipstick and matching tights with a black dress. Most people wouldn't have the nerve to stand out so much but she pulled it off easily. The last of the triplets was Julia. She was much quieter than the other two, more how I had expected the typical submissive to be. Her cropped cream cardigan with pale pink hearts really said it all. By anyone's standards she was cute, the typical girly girl. She smiled demurely and greeted me with a shy 'Hi' as opposed to the confidence of Harriet and Bea. It was almost as if she was trying to hide behind her hair. She was forever rearranging her too long fringe and flicking the rest of the lengths over her shoulder. I couldn't help but notice the respect they treated their Aunt with. They clearly all admired her. When each of the girls had spoken to me they were smiley and friendly but while I was being introduced to one I got the feeling I was being subjected to some kind of silent interrogation by the other two. It was quite unnerving. I felt slightly out of place in a room with three beautiful eighteen year olds who all had more experience in this lifestyle than I did. It didn't help that I was sleeping with their Aunt who was, at thirty-six, eleven years my senior. 'You must be Jacques.' Erica said confidently, holding her hand out to the man on the far right. 'I'm Erica.' 'I know,' he replied in a gravely French accented voice. He didn't bother to shake her hand. He was the kind of man that most women would only dream of. He had tanned skin, chiselled features and dark stubble that gave him a 'Rough round the edges kind of look.' 'And you,' he said now looking at me, 'You're Anna. It's good to meet you,' he smiled holding out his hand. 'You too,' I replied rather awkwardly. The way he looked at me made me rather uncomfortable. I could see why Roz had doubts. Erica held out a seat for me at the table and I sat. The room was silent and everyone was staring at me. I couldn't help but blush when I winced and squirmed around in my seat. Jacques smiled smugly across the table at me. I suppose I made it rather obvious I had just been spanked and was wearing a butt plug. I was relieved when Roz and Michael came in with the food. Apart from a few creepy looks dinner was rather enjoyable. The conversation was good and I realised I had quite a lot in common with the girls. Every few minutes couldn't help but notice how beautiful Erica was. My eyes were glued to her for a good portion of the evening. I hoped Jacques would take the hint. After we had eaten Jacques and the girls left the room to go and get ready and Roz and Michael left to clear up in the kitchen. 'So,' Erica said when everyone had left, 'What do think of him?' 'Ugh...' 'I couldn't have put it better myself!' she laughed. 'In all seriousness though, don't get caught alone with him. I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him. I would love to tell him where to get off but the girls need to realise for themselves. I'm sorry Anna. You shouldn't have to put up with him drooling all over you.' 'It's ok, I understand,' I sympathised. 'If it weren't for the girls we'd be long gone.' We sat and talked for another half hour before Jacques came to fetch us. 'Ok,' he announced, 'You can come through now.' We were led to the sitting room door. 'I hope you enjoy the little display.' We entered to find the three girls in a cage which was parallel to the door. They sat on their hands and knees with their backs to us. Three identical red bottoms faced us, each with it's own pattern of very severe welts that couldn't possibly all have been new in the past half hour. There were even a few purple bloody looking ones. The only sound in the room was the sound of soft sobbing. 'You know,' Jacques said, breaking the silence, 'I think there's room for another little ass in that cage.' He gave me a dirty looking smile. 'I wouldn't let you near her with a barge pole, mate!' Erica exclaimed sarcastically. 'I need a word with you outside Jacques.' She briskly made for the door. 'Anna?' Bea whispered once they had left. 'Um...yeah,' I whispered back uncertainly. 'Will you come here a minute?' I walked around the other side of the cage and knelt down on the floor. 'Are you ok?' 'I'm sure Erica's done worse to you.' She replied with a forced smile. 'No! There's never any blood or marks like those. Erica wouldn't do that.' 'Really?' Julia piped up. 'He barely touched us today but he went so hard yesterday I passed out when I saw the blood...' she trailed off. Out of the blue Bea grabbed my hand, pulled it through the cage rested it on her naked breast. 'Bea!' I squealed loudly. 'I can believe you actually took that bet seriously!' Harriet exclaimed. At this point Erica threw the door opened to see what was going on. 'Anna!' she bellowed, 'What on earth do you think you're doing!' 'I wasn't -' I stuttered, taken aback. 'Get yourself over here now young lady!' 'Erica, I didn't!' 'Oh, very convincing!' She picked up a leather tawse which Jacques had happened to leave, very conveniently, on a seat beside the door. 'Here, now,' Erica said sternly. I walked over with tears in my eyes. 'Please, it wasn't my fault,' I begged. 'Stick your hand out,' she ordered, completely ignoring my reasoning. Reluctantly I began to raise my hand. Obviously tired of waiting she grabbed my wrist and held it out so my arm was straight. Erica brought the tawse down on my palm three times in quick succession. I tried to pull away but I was held firmly. Paying no attention to my cries she repeated the process on my other hand. I pulled my hands away as quickly as she would allow. I flexed my fingers and rubbed my hands together to try and ease the sharp pain. I felt stupid, standing there in tears although the treatment I had received was nothing compared to what the triplets had. This time there were no kisses and cuddles afterwards like there usually were. 'I'm sorry Erica,' I pleaded, trying to appeal to her more affectionate side. 'You don't touch what isn't yours,' she warned. 'I'm sorry, I ...' 'Go and stand in that corner Anna. I'm tired of your pathetic whimpering.' The words hurt more than any physical punishment could. Instead of standing in the corner like I had been told to I ran out the door and locked myself in the bathroom. Erica had never sent me away when I had done anything wrong before. I didn't understand the sudden rush of emotion that took over me. I would have preferred her to leave my bottom looking like the girls' so long as I got a hug afterwards. I hadn't even done anything wrong. I was so lost in my tears I didn't hear Erica knock after a few minutes. 'Come on Sweetheart. Open the door.' She said gently. Slowly I turned the lock and opened the door. She looked so much tamer than she had a few minutes ago. 'I'm sorry Anna. Bea just told me what really happened.' She held out her arms and I melted into her embrace. 'I'm sorry I ran off,' I apologised. 'It was childish of me.' 'Sssh, it's not your fault. If I hadn't felt so jealous...' she began. 'What?' I could barely believe what I was hearing. 'I couldn't stand Jacques staring at you like that but when I saw you touching Bea...' 'Erica, Jacques is a twat and Bea was only taking the mickey. It wasn't anything like touching you...' I confessed. She squeezed me so tightly I thought I was going to burst. 'Can't breathe!' I exclaimed. 'I'm sorry Darling!' she laughed. 'I just...' she gave up on words and kissed me instead. All I could think was 'I love her.' There was no doubt in my mind anymore; nothing had ever felt like this before. 'I left Jacques and the girls to have a chat. We have a few minutes to kill,' she said mischievously. As soon as the door was shut behind us Erica had my panties round my ankles and my dress up to my waist. 'Sit down in the bath Anna.' 'What?' 'Do as you're told,' she reprimanded. 'Sorry Mistress,' I said while climbing into the tub. She got in too and sat on her knees at my feet. She gently pushed my legs apart and bent down to kiss my clit. Her tongue flicked my clit back and forward and I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning. 'Turn around Erica, please,' I gasped. 'Don't you like it baby?' she asked between kisses. 'I do, it feels so good but I want you now,' I moaned. 'Oh, please, yes Anna!' she cried breathlessly. I let myself slide further down the tub until I found my head between Erica's legs. I pulled up her skirt and moved her panties to the side, desperate to begin ravishing her pussy. I pulled her so close to me I could barely breathe. Her juices were all over my face but I didn't care. I loved it when she let me make her cum. She never demanded that I pleasure her; more often than not she wouldn't let me get this close to her. Erica wasn't strict and domineering the whole way through. She could be so affectionate and ... 'Oh God, please Erica!' I couldn't think anymore. 'Yes, Sweetheart, cum!' she whispered. I lost control of all the muscles in my body and completely forgot myself. In the spur of the moment I bit down on Erica's clit. In response she let out a high pitched squeak and collapsed on my face. As the orgasm passed Erica lifted herself up again, allowing me to breathe. She didn't speak to me until we left the bathroom. 'We're leaving. Go wait for me in the car.' 'I'll just thank Roz first.' 'No, go now Anna.' I didn't try reasoning. She gave me the car keys and I slipped out of the house. It was because I bit her. She was angry with me and was taking me home to punish. Why did I have to go and bite her? That was the first time she'd ever given me oral. It would probably be the last time I would be allowed my mouth anywhere near her. Ten minutes later she got into the car. 'Jacques and girls aren't together anymore and Roz said it was nice having you over,' she began. 'I'm sorry.' I whispered. 'Please, punish me Mistress.' 'Why?' she asked, lifting my head up from it's downcast position. 'What have you done wrong?' 'I bit you.' I said in surprise. 'Isn't that why your taking me home?' 'Although I don't usually encourage biting,' she smiled, 'I don't intend to punish you for giving me the best orgasm I've had in years.' 'What?' 'I'm not taking you home to punish you Anna. I want to make you cum so many times you can't stand any longer. No one else would ever have the guts to try anything like that. It's more than just sex with you Darling. I can't wait anymore.' Student Lesbian BDSM Ch. 06 N.B: Please bear in mind that last part of this story is not intended to be erotic, nor am I implying that this is what happens in BDSM orientated relationships. All feedback is much appreciated x ********** I woke up with a start. 'It's only me Sweetheart,' Erica whispered. She was kissing me softly up one side of my neck but was so close she was nearly lying on top of me. 'You'd need to be getting up soon so you can go and pick up that coursework,' she said. 'No...' I groaned lazily, not bothering to open my eyes. The previous night had been amazing. Although it didn't entail any of our routine kinkiness I had felt so close to Erica it was almost as though I was a part of her. The warmth and the intimacy she had displayed was only a privilege I received every once in a while. I didn't want it to be over just yet. 'Come on!' she laughed. 'No, I want to stay here,' I complained. 'Now, seriously, get up Anna,' she said decisively. 'Mmmm...' 'Anna!' I smiled roguishly with no intention of ever moving. 'Oh that's it!' Erica said playfully, getting out of bed. 'No!' I moaned, grabbing her loosely by the wrist. She abruptly ripped the duvet from the bed. 'Up!' she shouted. I still didn't show any signs of moving. 'Trust you to have to do this the hard way,' she said with a mock scowl. Erica got onto her knees on the bed beside me. Before I caught on to what she was going to do she had caught me by the ankles and had me with my legs in the air. She began to administer quick, playful swats to each of my ass cheeks in turn. 'This is what you get if you don't behave yourself Anna,' she warned. 'It's not the first time you've shown me,' I reminisced. 'I can show you lots more times too!' she exclaimed. 'Are you going to be a good girl and do as you're told?' 'No!' I protested cheekily. 'Looks like these panties are coming down then!' 'Fine! I'm still not getting up.' I laughed. 'We'll see about that,' Erica said, hitting me harder. 'Mm...' 'What a dirty little girl! Getting kicks out of your spankings,' she taunted. 'Will you hit me harder, please Erica,' I begged. 'Harder! You know what; I think you deserve something more vicious than my hand.' 'Yes, I do, please...' Ever so conveniently she pulled a wooden ruler out of the drawer of the bedside table. One lash with the ruler covered the whole width of my bottom and managed to hit my pussy too. 'Ouch,' I squeaked. 'Did I hit your poor little pussy?' she teased going back and doing it a second time. 'Ow, that hurts!' 'That's the general idea,' Erica patronised, giving me a third. 'I'll get up!' I said, giving up my argument all too easily. 'You're not going anywhere yet!' 'I'll be good I promise,' I baited. 'Really?' she asked, picking up a regular rhythm. 'Yes. I need to go get ready or I'll be late.' 'How ironic!' she laughed. I ran out of excuses and just let her spank me for a little while. Honestly, I was quite enjoying myself. 'Anna, you've made my ruler all wet in the middle!' she complained. 'Sorry Erica,' I giggled. 'Lick it clean for me and I might go and get the strap-on out.' 'Yes Mistress, please...' I began to lick the ruler immediately. 'That's a good girl.' I licked eagerly as I watched Erica put on a strap-on from the back. I almost became distracted from my job of cleaning the ruler because of the unimpeded view of her ass. She did have a lovely bottom, curvy and toned. And the way her muscles moved... I got the shock of my life when she turned around. Although I knew she was putting on a strap-on I hadn't imagined how ridiculous it would look. Erica was a very feminine looking woman. Her full curves on her slim, toned frame were the focus of my dreams but slap bang in the middle of it all; a massive cock. I had to suppress a bout of giggles. The first and only time she had used her strap-on she had taken me from behind and forbidden me to look. It seemed perfectly fitting while I didn't have a view but now it seemed so far fetched. 'What?' she demanded. 'I- I...' I stuttered. 'I'm glad I was born female. I don't suit a cock,' she grinned, changing her tone. I laughed in relief. Thank goodness she wasn't actually mad with me. 'Now let's have a look at that ruler.' She said taking it out of my hands. 'Very good. Do you want it in your pussy or your ass?' 'Not my ass, please!' I begged tensely. 'I didn't think so pet,' she smiled. 'I want you on top of me this time.' She lay down on the bed beside me and I rolled on top of her. 'Ok Darling.' She began. I didn't wait for another invitation. I began to pump up and down unsteadily. I was wobbling around all over the place until Erica took hold of my waist. 'Good girl. Go a little harder for me,' she said reassuringly. 'Yes Erica,' I said, now moving faster. 'That's nice Sweetheart,' she encouraged, 'I can feel you on my clit.' I began to cautiously circle her areoles with the tips of my fingers and watched goose bumps appear on her skin. Erica gently began to move her own hips which drove me wild. My breathing quickened and I instinctively began to move more quickly. Erica let out a primal moan as she orgasmed, sending me over the edge. I held onto her shoulders as I came to stop myself from toppling over. 'Anna, did you ask me before you came?' she asked, pulling us both into a sitting position. 'No, Mistress...' I mumbled in embarrassment. 'I'm sorry; punish me to help me remember Mistress, please.' I couldn't believe I'd forgotten. She'd been so strict with me about that at the very beginning. 'It's ok this once Anna. It wouldn't be fair to punish you this time; I know I've been a little more lenient recently.' 'I'm so sorry,' I said looking down at the bed cover, 'Why don't you punish me now for all those times,' I suggested. 'No Darling, it's been my fault for getting carried away with my own sensations. I'm sorry. Just try and remember next time, yes?' 'Yes Mistress,' I said, snuggling into her chest. 'You really are a very good girl,' she sighed. 'Thank-you,' I whispered, looking up in the hope of a kiss. She gave me exactly what I wanted; a soft tender kiss on the lips and then touched the tip of my nose affectionately. 'When I get back...' I began nervously. 'Go on Anna,' she said looking interested. 'Um... will you cane me?' I blurted out suddenly. Erica looked confused. 'Why do you want that?' 'I just want to feel it, I want to learn to take it,' I explained. 'Are you sure Baby? It would hurt. Really hurt.' She paused. 'You've done nothing to warrant that Anna.' 'I know...' I trailed off. 'It was a silly idea.' 'Oh no, I didn't mean that. I just don't want to hurt you too much,' she said while stroking my hair. 'I want to feel you. And I like the marks it leaves,' I smiled. 'They do look very pretty on your bottom,' she agreed. 'It wouldn't be like a punishment though. I'd give you a safe word to use in case it got too much. You wouldn't have to take anymore than you can manage.' 'I'd like that,' I said truthfully. 'Think about it while you're out and tell me if you change your mind but otherwise I'll be waiting for you in the office.' 'Thank-you Mistress.' I loved that Erica listened to what I said with such interest and such an open mind. If I had ever told any of my previous partners what I really wanted they'd have thought I was nuts. 'It must be so late! I've got to go,' I said leaping from her arms. 'Actually Anna, it's only half-eight,' she laughed guiltily. 'But I thought you said...' 'I want to get some work done today. If I hadn't woken you up early I'd have been horny as hell all day!' 'Me too,' I admitted sheepishly. We went downstairs soon after and had breakfast. I reluctantly left at 9.30 to go pick up my coursework. ********** 'Hey, Anna!' I heard someone shout as I walked across to where I had parked my car. 'Gwen! I haven't seen you for ages,' I said trying to be friendly although I never really liked her. I didn't stop to chat because I was excited to get back to Erica. 'Oi! I'll just get straight to the point then,' she rudely began. 'What?' I asked, clearly confused. 'I know you've been fucking some posh lawyer.' 'Gwen, what are you talking about?' 'Don't play stupid Anna. I know it's a woman too. What would mummy and daddy say?' she teased. 'What's your problem?' 'It'll be your problem soon.' She smiled devilishly. 'Two strict Irish Catholics, I wonder what they'll say when they find out their only daughter's turned out to be a filthy lesbian...' 'What do you want?' I snarled. She opened the plastic bag I was carrying and dropped her smaller, seemingly empty one inside, 'That'll do for now,' she smiled. 'Oh and Anna, I thought you had better taste.' I got into the car and waited until she walked away. How could she possibly know? And more worryingly, what was in that bag? I took a quick look and didn't see anything at first. When I took a closer look I realised there was something in the corner; a tiny clear plastic bag filled with fine white powder. Was it really what I thought it was? I shoved the small bag into my handbag and drove home straight away. I needed to get back to safety, to Erica. ********** As soon as I arrived I wasted no time getting inside and upstairs to the door of the office, carelessly flinging it open. 'Very polite!' she commented, looking up from her work over the top of her reading glasses. Even standing in the same room as her helped to calm me down. 'Sorry Erica.' 'You look a little peaky Darling. Are you feeling alright?' she asked with genuine concern. 'Fine,' I answered quickly. 'You're very jumpy,' she said getting up and walking over to me. She bent down a little to make proper eye contact. 'Is everything ok?' 'I'm fine,' I insisted unconvincingly. 'Are you disappointed with your coursework?' 'No, it was better than I expected.' 'Second thoughts about the caning?' 'No,' I said although I had completely forgotten.' 'You don't have to go through with it you know. It's ok.' Erica had her hand on my arm and was studying my facial expression. 'No, I want you to cane me. Now, please.' I said solemnly. It was just what I needed. 'If your sure Anna.' 'I am.' 'Come here for a cuddle first,' she said warmly, holding her arms out to me. She was obviously worried. 'Cuddles' weren't really Erica's thing. 'No, please,' I began urgently, 'Cane me now.' 'Ok then,' she said with apparent surprise. 'Your safe-word is uncle. Don't hesitate to use it if it gets too much, I'll stop right away. Do you understand?' 'Yes Mistress.' She lifted a hard, wooden, straight backed chair and placed it in the centre of the room. 'Come here Sweetheart,' she said. I could tell from the look on her face that she would rather pick me up and cuddle me than cane me. Erica unbuttoned my trousers, helped me out of them and took down my panties. I watched her fold them up and set them neatly on her desk. 'Bend over and lean on the chair.' I did as I was told. She pushed her hand between my tightly shut legs to feel for any dampness. I wasn't aroused in the slightest. Usually the thought of Erica taking the cane to my bare bottom would have gotten me very excited but this time it was different. 'We've got some talking to do later Anna,' she said as she moved her hand away. She knew I would usually be soaking by this point. 'I'll warm you up with my hand before I get the cane Darling. You'll be able to take more that way.' 'Thank you Mistress.' 'That's a good girl,' she whispered. She lifted her hand and began to spank my cheeks. She was by no means going easy on me; each slap was harshly delivered and stung with a vengeance. Erica rested her hand on the small of my back and gave me about fifty more hard spanks. 'Please give me some more,' I begged. 'I'm going to get the cane. What's your safe word?' 'Uncle,' I said. 'Good. You will use it if you need to, won't you Anna?' 'Yes Mistress, please...' 'Ok, ok. I'll start now,' she sighed. 'I don't know what's wrong with you Pet. When we're finished I want you to tell me everything so I can help you.' She said nothing further before lashing the cane down across my ass. I burst into tears on the first stroke. The next was lighter but it hit the very tops of my thighs which stung more. I didn't move or try to get away. I seriously craved the pain but it wasn't even because I was aroused. 'Alright?' Erica asked. 'More please,' I sobbed. The cane whistled through the air and landed on my ass three times in quick succession. Now I was crying like a baby as the sting spread through my ass. 'Remember; we can stop anytime you like Darling,' she said, stroking my ass sympathetically. Just then my phone began to ring. I jumped more at the unexpected noise than I had at any of the cane strokes. 'Say still. I'll get it,' she said heading for my handbag. My heart rate soared. 'It's ok,' I said making a move towards the bag. 'No Anna, stay in position,' she ordered firmly. I closed my eyes and prayed she wouldn't find it. 'Hello, Anna's phone,' Erica said pleasantly. I sighed in relief and dared to look. 'No, sorry, she can't make it to the phone right now...' she trailed off. 'I'll tell her you called.' She hung up briskly and let the phone slide out of her hand back into the bag. 'Anna,' she began shakily. 'Please, it's not mine!' I panicked, walking over to where she had seemingly frozen to the spot. 'Get back down!' she bellowed, suddenly regaining her composure. 'I'm not-,' 'Of course your not!' Erica exclaimed angrily. 'It's not-,' 'Shut up,' she screamed. She looked as though she were about to cry. 'I don't want to hear it!' 'Let me explain-,' A hard, cold-hearted slap in the face stopped me from explaining anything. She scrunched up my neatly folded underwear and shoved them in my mouth before I could protest. 'I'm not finished with you! In fact I've not even started!' She threw me down across the desk with no regard for her paperwork or my poor hipbones which directly collided with the solid wood. She snatched the cane from the table top and began whipping me furiously. 'I can't believe you would do that!' Erica cried while caning me pitilessly. 'I trusted you Anna. It all makes sense now. You looked so on edge, you weren't yourself. Coursework wasn't the only thing you had gone to pick up. I was worried about you!' I cried and squealed through my makeshift gag but she paid no attention. The pain was excruciating. I lunged to the side in an attempt to get away but she caught me by the back of my shirt. 'You're not going anywhere!' she said gruffly. Erica hitched her skirt up a bit so she could get one foot on the chair. She threw me over her thigh so violently I was winded and my feet no longer touched the ground. I could barely breathe because I was crying so much. I tried to reason with her but everything I said was completely indecipherable. She resumed the caning just as hard as before. 'You stupid, stupid bitch!' She roared, hitting me harder on the word 'stupid.' I hadn't ever seen Erica like this before. I had never been so terrified in my life. I couldn't take it anymore and she showed no signs of letting up. By now I was bawling my eyes out. In an attempt to make her stop I dug my nails into her naked thigh and squealed. 'Ouch! Anna I've had it with you. Come on.' She took me by the arm and dragged me down the stairs. We headed towards the kitchen and then to the back door. She pulled me outside kicking and screaming and threw me onto the grass. I lay there crying helplessly as Erica disappeared around the side of the house. Gratefully I rolled around on the grass using the morning dew to cool my throbbing buttocks and pulled my panties from my mouth. I panicked when I saw the bloody trail I had left on the grass. Just as I had begun to calm down Erica reappeared. She was heading towards me carrying a short plank of wood. I pulled myself into a very painful sitting position and edged backwards across the garden. 'Please don't hurt me,' I cried. She showed no signs of mercy and was getting dangerously close. 'It was blackmail,' I pleaded. 'She said she would tell my mum I've been sleeping with a woman. I didn't take any, I promise.' 'Who?' she demanded. 'From uni...' 'Who?' she shouted. 'Gwen.' I revealed. 'Please don't hit me with that,' I begged. 'Anything else Erica, please.' 'Where does she live?' 'No, you can't!' I squealed. She lifted the plank above her head ready to swing it down. 'Across from my dorm!' I screamed hysterically, hiding my face in my hands. Erica threw down the wood and ran into the house. Seconds later I heard the front door slam and the car engine start. I fell onto my back in relief. She had gone, but what on earth was she going to do next? Student Lesbian BDSM Ch. 07 I know this story isn't as sexual as the others but it is seemly impossible to have a storyline and characters who are always at it like rabbits! I hope to make the next one more exciting. x ********** I lay flat on my back in the middle of the garden. It had been a good fifteen minutes since she had left me here, half-naked and bleeding. Soon after it had begun to hail but I couldn't bring myself to move. I was her 'Darling,' her 'Sweetheart,' her 'Baby.' Earlier that morning I had been contemplating how I should tell her I loved her but I couldn't believe what she had done to me. Just being in the same room as Erica made everything seem better, nothing could hurt me when I was in her arms. She was never lenient with my punishments but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. She was a fair Mistress; she never punished me unless I earned it and she knew when to stop pushing my limits. No one had ever made me feel so loved or so protected but in a split second she changed so dramatically. For once I was relieved to see the back of her, relieved she hadn't beaten me with an old, splintered plank of wood. To her employees she was an incredibly harsh boss and to strangers she was a cold, intimidating woman but the Erica I had seen, the Erica she was with me would never have done this. I wanted to wake from my awful nightmare and snuggle up beside her in bed. She would stroke my hair comfortingly and tell me she wouldn't ever hurt me like that but it wasn't a dream, it was reality. Time and time again I tried to pull myself off the ground and stagger towards the door but my tears and the hail knocked me right back down. I could barely breathe I was crying so hard. How could she do this to me? The hail got heavier and heavier still. I began to crawl slowly towards the door. My shirt was so wet it stuck to my back and my shins scraped against the paving on the way to the door. It hurt to move; my muscles felt like they had frozen and my ass was tender and sore. I could feel the dried blood crack with every move I made. It was warmer inside but the heat was suffocating. I could have cried forever, I felt as though I had been ripped in two. Half an hour later the tears were still coming. I couldn't keep doing this. I breathed slowly, in and out and dragged myself to the upstairs bathroom. My face was a mess of runny mascara and smudged lipstick, my skin still had a slight purplish tone and the front of my legs were covered in scratches. I couldn't bear to turn around and look at the back. My fingers trembled as I undid the buttons on my shirt. I realised as I was taking it off that the bottom hem at the back was sticking to the weeping welts on my ass. I couldn't ignore it any more. I took a deep breath and turned around slowly. This was the first break there had been from my sobbing. Before I had a chance to look in the mirror I heard a door close. I spun around in utter panic, catching a glimpse of my bloody ass in the mirror. Involuntarily I burst into noisy tears but silenced myself again as quickly as I could. It was no wonder it had hurt so much! My ass was a deep shade of purple covered in messy welts, some of which had bled and run into each other. There was a knock on the bathroom door. I had given myself away by crying. 'Please,' I sobbed, 'Erica... don't hurt me, please.' 'Anna?' said a surprised voice. 'It's Roz. Are you alright?' 'How did you get in?' I demanded. 'No one answered when I knocked but the door was open.' 'Where's Erica?' 'I don't know. What's happened?' 'She lost her temper and...' 'She wouldn't do that!' Roz protested firmly. 'I'm sure it's nothing.' 'This isn't nothing.' 'I think you're overreacting.' 'I'm not, please believe me. She got so angry,' I said shakily. 'Don't be silly Anna!' she barked. 'Is this being silly?' I shouted angrily through my tears. I threw the door open. 'Oh, God...' she gasped. 'You're coming with me,' she said, recovering from her shock. 'Where are your things?' 'I'm going home,' I stuttered nervously. 'To your dorm at uni?' she asked. 'Yes,' I said making a move towards the door. 'No, you're coming home with me.' 'No I'm not.' 'You'll come and stay with me for a few days,' she said firmly. 'You're just like her! I'm not listening to it anymore!' I cried, running away. 'Anna,' she caught me by the wrist. 'You've had an awful shock; you're in a bad way. You need someone looking after you.' 'I can look after myself!' 'Think of all the awkward questions,' she said softly looking me straight in the eye. 'You need someone to talk to, someone who will understand.' 'Just because Erica hurt me doesn't mean you have to play the good big sister and try to fix it all,' I screamed. 'I'm not doing this for her. I'm doing it for you Anna. I'm not leaving without you.' 'Anyone else Erica's had over the years has been a pathetic, rich little tart but she had to go and go this to you... When I get my hands on her it won't be pretty!' she threatened angrily. Roz wasn't taking no for an answer. 'I'll just get my things,' I gave in. 'No, you stay here. Take a minute to sort yourself out. They're in the bedroom, yes?' I nodded silently. I really was grateful. I cleaned away my smudged make-up and dried my tears. It really hit me; if Roz hadn't arrived I had no idea what I would have done. 'Put this on,' Roz said, handing me a dressing gown. 'That's Erica's,' I protested. 'She owes you a lot more than a dressing gown,' she said sourly. 'Sorry Anna, I'm not helping. We'll get you sorted out properly when we get to my house but you can wear it in the car.' 'Thank you,' I whispered. 'Oh, Anna.' She sighed, taking the dressing gown from me and helped me put it on. 'How could she?' she murmured looking down at me like a concerned mother. 'I don't know...' I sobbed. She pulled me into a tight hug and rocked me as I cried on her shoulder. 'I'm sorry,' I said pulling away. 'I'm just being pathetic now.' 'This is not your fault.' Roz said firmly. 'And you're far from pathetic.' 'It is my fault, it is...' 'Anna, look at me. You have never done anything to justify what she has done. Erica was lucky to have you. Now, come on. We'll talk in the car. I'm sure you don't want to hang around here.' 'What about my car?' I remembered suddenly. 'I'll come get it later, don't worry.' With that she ushered me down the stairs and into the car. Everything she did reminded me of Erica. They were so alike but I could never think of Roz in the same way. She was much more maternal and she had a warmer personality but the warmth in Erica came through occasionally, as did the scary businesswoman in Roz. 'Tell me what happened from the very beginning,' Roz said after she had reversed out of the drive and turned the corner. 'Um...' 'Take you time,' she said reassuringly. 'Erica was going to cane me when I got back from uni. I asked her to.' 'Why, had you done something wrong?' 'No, I just wanted her to. She wasn't keen on the idea but she said she would give me a safe word and we wouldn't go any further than I was comfortable with.' 'Ok, go on.' 'When I was out I bumped into Gwen. She went to high school with me and she knows my parents. Somehow she found out about me and Erica and she threatened to tell them.' 'Don't they know you're a lesbian? Are you?' Roz asked, clearly getting confused. 'Yes. I could never tell them, they're far too religious. They met just through the church. If they hadn't met mum would have become a nun and dad a priest. Anyway, she slipped a plastic bag inside the bag I was carrying and walked away. There was a tiny bag of white powder inside.' 'Oh, fuck, no!' she cursed. 'That explains everything.' I had never seen her look so worried. Roz never swore. 'What's wrong?' 'Coke, Anna. That's what's bloody wrong!' 'It wasn't my fault, please,' I begged. She was beginning to scare me. For the second time in one day a strong, self-controlled woman was falling apart at the mention of a drug. 'You're right,' she sighed. 'It's not your fault.' We pulled over to the side of the road. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, still holding onto the steering wheel. 'Roz? Are you ok?' 'I know why she lost it with you now. It all makes sense...' she took another deep breath and looked at me. 'Our brother died on his twenty-first birthday. He got drunk, took some cocaine and didn't wake up the next morning.' 'When she saw it in my bag she looked like she was going to cry... I'm so sorry Roz.' 'It's no excuse Anna. What she did to you was completely wrong, even if she usually wouldn't.' 'Will she be ok?' I asked, now genuinely worried about her. 'Erica can be a cold hearted bitch when she wants to be. If she was stampeded by an angry herd of bulls she'd still be ok,' she snarled. I had no idea what that was supposed to mean. They always seemed so close. I'd never seen Erica like that before but I knew she wasn't indestructible. I said nothing for the rest of the journey, which turned out to be rather uncomfortable. And not just because of my welts. Twenty minutes later we pulled into the drive and parked in the garage. 'Ok? There's no one else in so don't worry about that.' 'I'm sorry I snapped at you,' she sighed. 'Erica really does my head in sometimes.' 'It's ok, I get it,' I replied quietly. 'Let's get you in a nice hot bath and clean up those welts, yes?' 'Thanks Roz,' I smiled weakly. 'You remind me a little of my Julia,' she said looking at me with her head tilted to the side. 'I wished she would find someone to experiment with that would take care of her, like Erica did with you... I'm so sorry Anna, you deserve better.' Roz looked seriously upset. 'Don't be sorry. It's not your fault.' 'I know, I know, but still; it shouldn't have happened. Sorry Anna. I shouldn't be standing here going on at you like this. Let's get you that bath and some lunch.' I took a long, hot bath, some painkillers and managed to eat a bread roll for lunch. I soon began to feel the effect of the painkillers, also the welcome side effect of drowsiness. In the spare room, upstairs I fell into a deep, involuntary sleep. ********** I sat unclothed and shivering at the foot of a huge oak tree in the middle of a field. The tree was the only one around but all I could see in all directions were more fields. It was far from being a warm day; the wind was blowing and the sky posed the threat of rain any second. I had no idea how I had gotten there. In an attempt to stay warm I curled up into a little ball and rocked myself backwards and forwards. After a few minutes I saw a figure running towards me. I knew exactly who it was just from the way they moved. 'How did you get all the way out here Darling?' she asked, crouching down to look me in the eye. I looked up at her but I couldn't bring myself to reply. Her bright green eyes bored into me searching for an answer, an answer I didn't know. 'Please don't be angry with me...' I whispered. 'I'm not angry with you Anna,' she said, her expression softening. She took her coat off and wrapped me up in it. Before I got the chance to thank her she had begun to take off her sweater also. Her scarf and her shirt soon added to the pile of clothes on the ground. Now the only clothing she wore on her top half was her bra. 'Erica, what-,' she cut me off mid-sentence. 'Sssh, Sweetheart,' she insisted, under her breath. Before long she had stripped down to her underwear. 'But it's so cold...' I murmured. 'That's why we need to get you dressed. Come here Pet.' 'This is silly Erica,' I said moving towards her and rubbing her arm to try and get rid of the goosebumps. She pulled down her panties and took them off. She held them out for me to step into. 'But-' 'It's for your own good. Do as I tell you,' Erica instructed rigidly. Warily I stepped into her underwear. I felt like the skinny child I had once been. They were far too big for me but they were still warm from Erica. It was strange, wearing someone else's panties but knowing Erica's pussy had been against the same fabric just seconds ago began to make me wet. 'Why are you doing this?' I asked. 'You need to be kept warm Sweetie,' was her answer. Erica took the coat off my shoulders and threw it over a low branch of the tree. She bent down a little and let her tongue snake over my nipples. I moaned my surprise and stuck my chest out further in the hope of more contact. 'I don't like expectant little girls.' With that she pulled her face away and delivered a sharp slap to each of my nipples. 'I'm sorry, it just felt so good,' I apologised. 'I know Anna but you need to learn self control. You won't get what you want by acting so lewdly.' 'I'll try harder next time' I promised with my eyes fixed to the ground. 'You're a good girl really,' she smiled. 'You just need a little more training.' I looked up gratefully and shivered, but not because of the cold. Any affection she sent my way always made me feel so ridiculously happy. I couldn't explain it. Erica unclasped her bra and began to wrap it around my chest. I caught sight of the label as she turned it around. I wasn't a 36D, not by a long shot. Looking at her breasts I wished I was; she was gorgeous naked. I envied her curves, her muscle tone and her skin which somehow looked sun-kissed, despite it being November. We were at opposite ends of the spectrum. I giggled when I saw how small my breasts looked in her bra. 'They're beautiful Darling,' she laughed as she caressed the side of my face. She didn't say another word while she dressed me. She put all of her clothes on me right down to her socks. Of course it all swamped me. I was sure I looked absurd wearing the clothes of a woman who was going on 6ft tall when I was only 5ft3. Erica sat down at the foot of the tree while I rolled up the legs of the trousers so I could go and join her. 'You must be so cold. Why did you put all your clothes on me?' I asked in confusion. 'Sit on my lap Anna,' she said holding her arms out to me. 'I can deal with the cold if I've got you Sweetheart. You're so tiny and all your skin was so purple. You would have caught pneumonia.' 'But now you'll catch pneumonia. At least have some of your clothes back.' 'I'm fine,' she affirmed. 'But Erica-' 'Ssssh,' she began, rocking me back and forwards on her lap. I rested my head on her shoulder and closed my eyes. Why would she do this unless she loved me? She was different with me than she was with other people. If I lost her now I don't know what I'll do... My thoughts were racing; I needed to tell her how I felt. 'I love you,' I blurted out before I lost my nerve. 'What?' she said, sounding almost angry. 'I-I love y-you,' I repeated shakily but meaning every word. 'Get off me Anna!' she shouted, throwing me off her lap. 'I don't understand...' I trembled, beginning to cry. She stood up and ripped a branch from the tree. 'Bare your back!' she ordered. 'Erica, please!' I squealed. 'Bare your back!' she repeated, more forcefully this time. 'No, please, Erica! Don't, no, no, no!' She forced me onto my hands and knees and pulled up the coat and shirt. I looked up at her pleadingly, begging her not to hit me. She lifted the branch into the air and began to swing it down. ********** I woke up listening to the sound of my own screaming. My clothes were damp with sweat and my breathing was fast and shallow. 'Anna?' said a voice. I was too scared to turn around to see who it was. 'It's only me, Harriet,' she said gently. I exhaled in relief. 'My mum told me what happened. Are you alright?' Harriet asked, sitting down beside me on the bed. 'I'm fine,' I replied, although I clearly wasn't. For a moment we sat in silence. I focused on getting my breathing back to normal. Suddenly an argument going on downstairs erupted. I could hear what was going on as clear as day. 'You didn't give a shit when he died! You didn't cry once!' a voice, presumably Roz, screamed. 'You think I had a chance to grieve!' Another voice shouted. A chill rushed down my spine. I would recognise her voice anywhere. I made a dash for the stairs but the argument was still raging. 'You ran off with your boyfriend and left me with a farm to run, a terminally ill father, a clinically depressed mother and a fourteen year old sister to look after! When did I have time for tears?' Erica bellowed as I burst in the door. The argument stopped and Erica turned around to face me. Her anger suddenly faded and she began to cry. 'Anna, it's gone. Gwen won't be bothering you again, I promise,' she said, tears dripping down her face. 'Anna, get back upstairs!' Roz ordered. 'Did you hurt Gwen?' I whispered to Erica. She cried harder at my question. 'No, I just shouted a little. She cried and begged me not to go to the police. Oh Anna, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry...' she wept 'Anna!' Roz warned. 'Please Roz, we need to talk.' 'I'm going to be in the next room the whole time,' she sighed, rubbing my arm. 'If you so much as lay a finger on her...' she said turning to Erica before leaving the room. I closed the door after her and sat down opposite Erica at the table. I wanted to be so angry with her, to scream in her face and to hate her but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't. I wanted to hug her, dry her tears and tell her it was all going to be ok. Instead I said nothing. 'Are you badly hurt?' Erica asked. 'Roz helped me clean up the blood and the welts really stung in the bath. I don't know how long they'll take to heal.' 'I can't believe what I've done. There's no excuse, I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you,' she said, bringing out her cheque book. 'How much do you need? A thousand? Five thousand?' My mouth hung wide open. 'I don't want your money.' I said. 'I know you like to be independent. No one has to know,' she promised. I wasn't listening to what she was saying anymore. It was now or never. 'There's something I need to tell you Erica,' I took a deep breath. I needed her. 'I shouldn't I know, not after this but... I love you.' Now it was her turn to sit open mouthed. 'I want to be so mad at you but I can't. I hate myself for it right now but I can't help it.' She stared back at me blankly. 'You don't love me, do you?' I sobbed. There was an empty silence. 'No.' Erica said bluntly, staring at the wall. 'I don't.' I burst into tears and ran out of the room. Those words hurt me more than any amount of physical pain could. She didn't even have the decency to look me in the face. I was stupid to think Erica Fitzgerald could ever fall in love, especially with me. I sank to my knees on the floor and screamed in vain. Roz came running out towards me and pulled me into a hug. 'It's ok Anna, it's ok...' she said soothingly although my life couldn't be further from ok. Erica peeked out through the door looking terrified. I couldn't bear to look at her and know that she would never hold me, bathe me or punish me again. I buried my head against Roz's shoulder. 'I don't know what you've done but I hope you're pleased with yourself!' Roz almost spat at her. 'Get out of my house Erica! Now!' Student Lesbian BDSM Ch. 08 It was the first time I left the house in over two weeks. Here I sat, on my own at the bar, looking cautiously at my surroundings. Never before had I been to a BDSM themed bar. It was rather daunting. I didn't know if I was more afraid of meeting someone or meeting no one. Sipping the same drink I'd gotten more than twenty minutes ago to calm my nerves, I looked around. Everyone around me was wearing next to nothing, and acting in a way that wasn't usually publicly acceptable; men were dragging women behind them on leashes and in a few cases vice-versa. Dominants sat with their submissives kneeling on pillows at their feet and sometimes touching them in ways that people only usually would in the comfort of their own bedrooms. I couldn't help but notice there wasn't a single person in the room whose feet I would have liked to kneel beside. If Erica was here it would be different. Even after weeks my thoughts only ran to her, to the still-vivid memories of her teaching me about passion and myself. Every morning I lay in bed and cried until I ran out of tears. I tried to soothe myself by snuggling into my pillow as though it was her bosom but it never worked. I missed being held and punished and scolded. I even missed the smell of her expensive musky perfume and the sound of her heels on the floor. With those four words, 'I don't love you,' she had ripped my heart out and torn it into tiny pieces. I wasn't sure if it could be salvaged. I would even be willing to bear the physical impacts of her temper again. Trying not to tear up again, I cleared all thoughts of Erica from my mind. Thinking like this wasn't going to solve my problems. What I really needed was something to take my mind off her, to have fun again. That's why I came; it was the only answer. I was brought out of my doldrums by a dark haired man, clearly a dominant by his choice of outfit. It was strange, being able to tell so much about someone from the way he or she dressed. In a place like this I suppose the dress code helped a lot of people find what they were looking for; people practically wrote their sexual roles on their foreheads. Picking out the single lesbians however was a different matter. 'See my mate over there,' the man pointed. 'Um... yes,' I said, following his gesture to a table on the other side of the club. His friend was a tall skinny man wearing a short, pink dress with ruffles around the neckline. 'What do you think?' He asked with a dirty grin. I must have looked completely disgusted at the thought. 'Stuck up bitch!' He said, giving me a dirty look and beginning to walk away. 'Nothing against your friend!' I panicked, not wanting to offend anyone. 'I prefer women...' My voice began to entirely fail me, and I still surprised myself when I quietly admitted, 'dominant ones...' I ventured a small guilty smile. 'You're a submissive!' he exclaimed, looking confused. 'Yes,' I replied. 'You don't dress like one!' he said looking me up and down. I didn't actually own any proper BDSM style clothes. I had just worn my black, imitation leather skinny trousers I had bought for £10 in Topshop tucked into my heeled ankle boots and a partly sheer lace bustier. When I looked over all the other females in the room I realised I was indeed dressed more like a dominant than a submissive. Submissives tended to show a lot more flesh; to be honest I thought the majority just looked like tarts. Erica had never expected me to adhere to any kind of dress code. 'I've never been anywhere like this before,' I admitted. 'I had no idea what to expect.' 'I was wondering why I'd never seen you around before! It's not too bad for a first attempt... Are you waiting for someone?' 'No, I just came to get a proper feel of all of this.' 'Come over to our table. There might even be a few lesbians of your variety waiting there,' he smiled broadly. I went with him, grateful to escape my solitude. I felt awkward sitting there on my own and besides, the reason I came here was to meet new people. 'I'm Jonathan by the way,' he said. 'I'm Anna.' There were seven people sitting around the table; three couples. Jonathan and his wife Marcia, Helen and her submissive partner Simon, the man who Jonathan had tried to set me up with, Joe, whom everyone teasingly called 'Josephine' and finally a lesbian couple, Carla and Beth. Jonathan quickly introduced me as 'Anna; the submissive lesbian.' I watched Joe sink disappointedly back down into his seat. Everyone at the table was surprisingly attractive. I must admit I had been expecting a room full of nerdy, overweight people. I was ashamed of myself for being so stereotypical. Jonathan and Marcia were the perfect image of dominant and submissive. Jonathan was tall and muscular while Marcia was very petite with huge brown eyes. Helen wasn't very tall but I couldn't help but notice her disproportionate cleavage which I was sure was natural. Her submissive, Simon, sat obediently at her feet on his leash. Joe was quite a feminine looking 'woman' but there was something unmistakably cute about him. Carla and Beth were both the epitome of the typical pretty girl. Neither was any more than average height or build but they had nice, firm, proportionate bodies and obviously believed in showing them off. They both wore matching outfits; heels, stockings, short skirts and low cut tops. I learned they were both switches and seemed very open minded. Neither of them had the same immediate presence Erica had; she only had to look at me and I was on my knees. Everything felt so natural when I was with her. I sighed as I thought of Erica once more. I didn't particularly want to be submissive to either Carla or Beth, or for that matter, any other woman in the room. I wanted my Erica to walk in, pick me up, take me home and pull me over her lap. I quickly tried to get rid of the thought. Erica had been all I thought about for weeks. Most days I hadn't made it out of bed and spent my time crying into my pillow because she had rejected me. I had lived in hope that she would come back and allow me to cry into her bosom and cuddle me, but as I looked around this small table I slowly realized I had to move on. After a few more awkward moments I had made up my mind; this evening I was determined to prove to myself that I didn't need Erica. I suppose that's how I ended up back at Carla and Beth's. I was usually very cautious about who I slept with although I had acted so differently with Erica. I didn't want Carla or Beth in the same way. They couldn't compare, no one could. We got a taxi back to the apartment and wasted no time in getting straight to the sex. 'You're going to be ours to play with all evening,' Beth teased. Her short, platinum blonde bob accentuating her dimples when she smiled. 'You'd better do as we say,' Carla added, walking up behind me. I noticed how blue her eyes were. I was convinced they were contacts. All of a sudden she was right behind me and had one of my breasts firmly cupped in each of her hands. Beth pinned my hands behind my back and kissed me vigorously. I jumped up onto my toes in surprise. This was all happening so quickly. They both let me go at the same time and I fell back onto the flats of my feet. 'It's always the pretty ones isn't it?' Carla began, 'They always think they'll get what they want just by standing around and batting their eyelashes.' I blushed shyly. 'You see what I mean!' she exclaimed. 'Being all cute and shy isn't going to make us want to spoil you.' 'I think we'd better show her who's boss!' Beth announced. 'Can you eat pussy slut?' 'Yes,' I answered softly. 'It's Ma'am to you.' She said blatantly. 'Sorry Ma'am,' I said looking down at the floor. 'I think I'm beginning to like you a little more. Take off those trousers and get on your hands and knees in front of the sofa.' I did as I was told and took off my trousers, revealing that my lace bustier was actually a one piece. It didn't take a genius to work out what was coming next. I crawled up to the sofa where they had both sat down. Carla took my ponytail in hand and shoved my face up her skirt. I wasn't surprised that my nose landed straight in her sticky cunt. She didn't seem the type to wear knickers. 'Get to it!' she shouted, 'What good is a sub that can't eat pussy?' Reticently I began to lick her pussy. Carla pushed my head in so far I could barely breathe. In search of the fastest way to make her cum, I tried suckling her clit. She bucked and humped against my face and began to moan. I hated being used like this, it was so demeaning. There was no love, no passion, and no thrill. Perhaps some girls could get their kicks out of being treated like meaningless sex toy but I couldn't. Right then she came all over me. After she had cum she rubbed my face around in all her juices. I made sure to close my eyes and mouth tightly. So much for the hour I spent applying my make-up. Next I moved on to Beth. She insisted that I sat down on the sofa where she had been. I complied. It came as no surprise when she climbed on top of me on all fours (her knees on my shoulders and my face between her legs.) My head was jammed up against the back of the headrest of the sofa. I felt absolutely smothered. I tried my best to make her come in the least time possible. Every now and again she would move forward a little to allow me to breathe; otherwise I had to hold my breath. Luckily it wasn't difficult to make her cum. Again I was covered in cum and Beth also took pleasure in making sure she had spread herself over my whole face. I was determined not to do anything to allow them to embarrass me further. She didn't climb off me terribly elegantly. Her legs were still shaky from her orgasm as she descended the sofa clumsily, nearly falling flat on her face. I was trying my hardest not to laugh but it didn't work. I might have got away with it if Carla hadn't been standing watching. At least it had cheered me up a little. 'I was planning to give you a treat now but I won't bother!' she said. 'I'm sorry Ma'am. I didn't mean to,' I pleaded, hoping I could make her change her mind. 'I bet your old Mistress let you get away with just about anything. Those little puppy-eyes aren't going to work on us!' 'She didn't let me away with anything...' I mused, staring at the ground. 'I don't think you know the meaning of strict, whore!' Beth scowled. If Erica had ever treated me like that I would have been in tears right away. When I was with her I always felt cared for, even when she had spanked me and forced a butt plug inside of me. I couldn't imagine either Carla or Beth, or for that matter anyone else, making love to me so tenderly after a punishment. 'Strip!' Carla ordered. Determined to go through with the remainder of the evening and to forget Erica I took of the rest of my clothes of. I decided I should try as hard as possible to enjoy myself, it was what I needed. I stood nervously; completely naked in the middle of the room. 'Get on your knees, legs spread and hands on your thighs, palms upturned.' 'Yes, Ma'am,' I replied meekly. 'Now look what I've got here,' Beth said, re-entering the room, having obtained a bottle of Tabasco sauce. She took the top off and put a few drops on finger. 'Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,' Beth demanded. As expected, she walked towards me and wiped the sauce on my tongue. I began to pant as the heat spread through my mouth; I never had a taste for spicy food. I watched Beth put more sauce on her fingers. 'Stick your tits out further!' she stipulated. This time she rubbed the sauce into my nipples. I didn't want to become aroused but my body was betraying me. I felt my nipples getting hard and my pussy becoming damp. The tingling became more intense and my nipples became more sensitive to the cool breeze from the open window. Next she went for my pussy, first my clit and then my slit. My clit felt as though it was being stimulated physically as the sauce burned my skin. Then Beth stuck her liberally coated fingers deep inside of me without preliminaries. I grimaced as my insides started to burn. With time the pain only grew to be more consuming rather than fade away as I had expected. 'Oh, look at the poor little tart!' Carla taunted. 'Not so smug now, are we?' jeered Beth. I looked up at them both angrily but I knew if Erica had done something like this to me I would be like putty in her hands; obedient, eager to please and desperate to take everything she sent my way gratefully. Then again Erica wouldn't treat me like an inferior little whore the way Carla and Beth did. Yet again I caught myself thinking about her when I had vowed to forget. It was useless; without her I was useless. I breathed heavily to stop myself from crying. The stinging grew and grew and there was nothing I could do about it. I wriggled around to try and ease the pain but I was quickly told to stop or they would just put more sauce inside of me. I wasn't turned on anymore. Now it was just becoming unbearable. I hated the way they both sat smiling at the sight of me in pain. Carla began to finger Beth's slit and Beth returned the favour. They sat and stared at me hungrily barely paying attention to what they were doing to each other. For the second time that evening they both came like waterfalls. It didn't take much effort to get either of them to cum. If I had received the same treatment they had I was sure I would still be completely indifferent. 'Please Ma'am' I began, 'Wash it off.' 'Does it hurt?' Carla teased. 'Yes Ma'am.' I responded obediently. 'Okay then,' she said simply. I was surprised to say the least. I thought they were relishing my pain. Beth took one of my hands and Carla took the other as they lead me towards the bathroom. I climbed shakily into the bath as they directed. 'Gosh! Maybe your old Mistress didn't let you away with much after all!' Beth exclaimed. I knew the welts from the cane still showed faintly on my ass. I changed the subject quickly. 'May I turn the tap on Ma'am?' I asked sweetly as they took their shoes off. 'No,' Beth answered, 'Lie on your back.' I lay down and both Beth and Carla got in the bath and stood over me. 'I think I'll do your nipples first,' said Beth. Instead of turning on the tap, like I had expected she stood just over my breast with a leg on either side of my body. I cried out loud when Beth began to pee on me. Although my nipples no longer stung I was utterly disgusted. Before I had a chance to react Carla began urinating also. I felt the pee running all around my body and suddenly my stinging pussy wasn't so much of a problem. 'I can't do this!' I exclaimed, the tears beginning to trickle from the corners of my eyes. 'I can't do this.' I repeated more quietly, as if to myself. Suddenly they both stopped. The tone of my voice changed completely. It was obvious I was distressed. 'Oh my God!' Carla whispered. 'Are you ok Anna?' asked Beth sounding concerned. 'I'm fine,' I said taking a deep breath and dabbing at my eyes. 'I shouldn't have come tonight, it's far too soon...' 'We shouldn't have pushed you this far.' Carla apologised. 'You just seemed up for it...' Beth trailed off. 'I was. It's not your fault at all. Please just let me wash and then I'll go,' I sobbed vehemently. 'Do you want me to call you a cab?' Carla asked. 'Yes please.' As soon as I got myself washed and dressed I thanked Beth and Carla and left. I cried the whole way home in the cab. I was so angry with myself for being such a wuss. I was so stupid, such a stupid, cheap whore. I couldn't believe I'd gone out in such a desperate search for sex. I couldn't function properly anymore, I was useless. I couldn't even get out of bed. I was always tired and I never had any appetite, I was losing weight fast. I stumbled into my empty flat, my head absolutely spinning. Lately I hadn't been myself. I fought so hard to get that university place, to persuade my parents to let me come to London. I loved what I was doing, usually I was so desperate to prove to everyone that I could do it, that shy little Anna Ahearn could become a lawyer. I was always so determined to prove I wasn't a pushover, determined to be independent... I hadn't been to uni for weeks or my job at the Spar down the road. I didn't want to anymore. All my drive had left me. I had nothing left. It felt like Erica had stolen my soul, but as much as I hated her for leaving me I would do anything to have her back. No one else could fill the empty hole I had inside. I was sick of feeling like this but there was only one way to make it stop. Every night I wobbled between thinking about nothing else and trying not to think about it. It had been on my mind since a few hours after Erica left Roz's. I kept trying to make it go away but it always came back. I wasn't going to spend the rest of my life feeling like I had done for the past three weeks. If my family ever found out about me being a lesbian I would disowned instantly. I would lose all of my oldest friends who had gone to school with me. I had been brought up to be religious and was always surrounded by religious people. If I came out they would be so ashamed and I would have no one left. I had fought so hard for my place at uni. Cambridge wasn't easy to get into and even harder without the support of one's family. When I came to London I was so full of ambition and had been for the past few years. I loved what I was doing; I wouldn't give it up for the world but in the past few weeks everything had changed. I hadn't been to uni since before the Halloween break; I usually never missed a day. I just didn't care anymore. It had taken years for me to build my life but only weeks for it to come crashing down. I couldn't do it anymore. Solemnly I tied up my hair and wiped away my tears. 'It would all be over soon,' I told myself as I reapplied my make up. I managed to cover the bags under my eyes and my blotchy skin from crying. I changed into a pair of leggings and my favourite dress. I was going to make it all better now. At moments late in the evening over the last few weeks I had begun planning my solution. I found my flatmate Lily's medication for her insomnia. I made sure, the bottle of vodka we kept for making cocktails was at least half-full and began to keep a pen and some post-it-notes in the drawer beside my bed, just in case. Narcotics would be the simplest way. I methodically popped a month's supply of pills from the packaging and poured myself a glass of vodka. I felt more at ease than I remembered it was possible to be. I painstakingly swallowed the tablets one by one. Not a single doubt crossed my mind. On the note I wrote, I'm sorry about the fuss but it's the best way for everyone. Anna x I put all the things away and went to my bedroom. I stuck the note to the beside-table and lay on the bed. I had hoped so many times over the past few weeks that I would just fall asleep and never wake up again. Now it was really going to happen. I closed my eyes and breathed a sigh of relief; I could stop trying to plough on now. I wouldn't ever have to face tomorrow... Student Lesbian BDSM Ch. 09 Again, thanks to SoCalCynic who kindly edited this story as well as the previous. ********** Erica Fitzgerald awoke with a start. The high pitched ring of her mobile could have brought a bear out of hibernation. 'Fuck's sake...' she sighed in exhaustion, although she didn't usually encourage swearing. It had been weeks since she'd slept properly; there was far too much time to think, too much time to worry. In the evenings she allowed her anxieties to consume her; it was better than the reoccurring emptiness that she felt. It was although her mind was playing tricks with her. Every night Erica managed to persuade herself that it was all alright. She imagined Anna was in the next room, safe and sound and fast asleep. She had just tucked her into bed and kissed her on the forehead; Anna would always smile and tell her she loved her, just before she closed her eyes and fell asleep with a contented smile on her face. Every morning Erica berated herself for being so childish, but yet it never stopped her from appeasing herself in the same way the next night. Groggily juggling the receiver, she forced her eyes open and replied, 'Hello?' Who on earth would be ringing at three a.m.? 'Erica, it's Lily,' came the hurried reply from the other end of the phone line. 'What's wrong?' Erica asked. Now she was completely alert. The mention of the callers name was all she needed to hear to bring her completely out of her restless sleep. 'She took an overdose. She was unconscious and she wouldn't wake up,' Lily spluttered. 'She's in hospital now. They're going to pump her stomach but I don't know if she'll be okay.' She burst into noisy tears. Momentarily Erica sat in silence, eyes wide with shock. 'I'm coming now,' she said, preparing to hang up. 'We're at Addenbrookes,' Lily added just before Erica hit the disconnect button. Erica ran to the wardrobe and pulled the first pair of trousers she could find on under her silk négligé. Seconds later she grabbed her favourite cashmere jumper, flat boots, and car keys and dashed out the front door, not caring to lock it. Luckily there weren't many people on the roads at three a.m. because Erica was utterly oblivious to her surroundings as she rapidly accelerated through central Cambridge. She arrived in record time and ran into the main entrance of the hospital, racing around perilously to find the emergency ward, still gasping for breath. This scenario was unnervingly familiar to Erica; the crazy rush to the hospital and then the long hours waiting to see if a loved one would live or die. Although it had been over a decade since her brother had died she still remembered it vividly. Erica hated the smell of medical disinfectant, the stuffy air and the contagious apprehension in the waiting rooms, but the one thing she hated most was the solemn look on the doctor's faces as they went about their work. The calm way they could tell a sixteen year old girl her brother had just died. The lack of emotion was cruel and the exaggeratedly gentle voices were almost patronising. She knew all too well it only took once; one silly mistake and a life could end, just like that. Perhaps Anna's body could cope with what Len's couldn't, but was this the only time she had overdosed? Erica hadn't been around to find out. Even so it didn't really matter; if Anna's body was as intolerant of whatever drug she had taken as her brother's had been of the cocaine she had no hope. She found the relevant waiting room, outside the private room Anna was in, and sat down silently beside Lily and her boyfriend, who had found her. It seemed wrong to be with someone she had only ever talked with on the phone in such a personal situation. Erica clasped her hands together to stop them shaking so much and pulled her legs up onto the seat and hugged them tightly. She rested her head on her knees and let the silent tears run freely down her face. What would she do if Anna died? The guilt she felt was overwhelming. She could have stopped all of this from happening. It would only have taken three words, eight letters to be exact. And to top it all it was the truth. Erica had constantly been on the phone to Anna's flatmate Lily. She tried to persuade Lily to look out for Anna, to at least make sure she had a slice of toast for breakfast and a drink of water. She knew Anna wasn't doing well but Erica had never foreseen this. She was so young, so pretty, and so affectionate. She could find someone else who would fall in love with her, who would reciprocate her passion and affection, in ten seconds flat. Erica thought Anna would be fed up with her in no time but maybe she was wrong. Lily had told her how much Anna had cried and how she couldn't help but tell her all about the woman she was seeing although she was usually tight lipped. 'Love' to an inexperienced, twenty-five year old woman usually just meant lust. Erica didn't ever believe Anna's feelings could correlate to her own. As Erica sat nervously waiting she became rather tempted by thoughts of the revolver she kept in the safe inside her wardrobe. The thought had never crossed her mind before; she hadn't given herself time to think since Anna left. Now she knew she could lose Anna for good, the whole prospect of living without her sounded like a death camp. Erica had thrown her chance of happiness out the window and annihilated the soul of the only woman she ever had feelings for. She didn't deserve to be happy; she didn't even deserve to be alive... ********** I opened my eyes to find my self surrounded by nurses tidying up their equipment. 'No...' I moaned under my breath. 'No...' I sobbed. Everyone in the room turned around and looked at me. 'Oh good, she's conscious.' The doctor said. 'How are you Anna?' he asked, talking to me like I was incompetent. 'Why couldn't you just leave me alone?' I spat angrily. 'Come on now,' he said softly, moving closer. 'Get away from me!' I shouted as loudly as I could manage, pushing him backwards with all my might. The Doctor and the two nurses in room turned around and stared at me silently. They didn't seem surprised in the slightest, which only enraged me further. The door flung open and disrupted the silence. 'Thank God!' a familiar voice exclaimed. Before I even had chance to turn my head to look in the direction of the door I was tightly enveloped by a pair of toned arms. 'She will be okay, won't she?' Erica demanded of the doctor. 'Anna will be fine Ms. Fitzgerald but she needs her rest. Visitors aren't permitted at this time.' 'For goodness sake Alistair!' she scowled, turning around to face him, 'You're just going to leave the poor little thing here on her own? Look at the state of her! You can't just let her lie here and cry all night!' Although I didn't know how, I got the impression Erica could make 'Alistair's' life very difficult. 'I can see I'm not going to win this one. Half an hour, and then she needs to sleep.' 'Thank you.' Erica said politely as he left the room. She looked a mess; her eyes were bloodshot from crying, her hair was stuck to her damp face and none of her clothes matched. 'I thought I'd lost you,' she whispered, turning back towards me and beginning to cry again. 'What do you care,' I shot back immediately, still angry because things hadn't turned out as planned. 'I'm sorry Anna, I'm so sorry. I lied to you but it was for your own good, please. I do love you, I love you so much but I was so scared Anna,' she whimpered uselessly. I sat quietly for a moment, in shock. This was the woman who had absolutely terrified me when she had lost her temper, who had beaten me mercilessly and left me half naked and bleeding on her lawn. And to top it all; she said she loved me. Erica never cried or whimpered but now she seemed so unbelievably harmless. Now she looked as though she should be the one to be picked up and cuddled although it was always her that always gave me that kind of attention. 'Please Anna, please,' she begged, moving the hair from my face and forcing me to look at her. 'Don't leave me...' 'You already left me without a second thought, even when I was crying and screaming.' I said calmly, staring her straight in the eye. I wasn't going to be some kind of pathetic wimp and eat from the palm of her hand any longer. After all, for all the pain Erica had caused me, physical and emotional, she was the one who deserved to be punished this time. She deserved to feel just as much pain as I had. 'I thought I was doing you a favour Anna.' Erica leaned over the bed and reached out to take my hand but I pulled it away. 'I was so scared I would hurt you again. I've never hurt anyone like that before but just the sight of those drugs made me so angry. I never intended to do anything like that, not for one minute. I've prosecuted before for domestic abuse, I've seen the state of those poor women, the looks in their eyes. What I did to you was abuse Anna. The husbands say they'll never do it again but they do. What makes me different from them? I didn't mean to Anna, I'm frightened of myself. I never thought I was capable of something like that.' 'I would have been willing to take it all again and even lick the soles of your feet afterwards but you weren't there when I needed you. I spent weeks hoping you'd come for me but it's too late now; I don't love you anymore.' I hoped those last words stung. I knew what they felt like all too well. 'Please don't say that Darling, I need you,' she gasped, falling to her knees as if I'd kicked her in the gut, 'I'll do anything. I mean it, anything Anna. I've started taking anger management classes. I'll buy you anything you want. I love you Anna and I always will, please.' 'How many other women have you said that to?' I said with obvious snide. 'Maybe they would come back for the cash but I'm not that shallow. I never want to see you again.' 'You don't mean that.' She contradicted. 'You're my Anna, my good little girl...' I could barely understand a word she said through her tears. 'I'm nothing to you anymore,' I added dispassionately. 'Leave me alone. I want to go to sleep.' I rolled over and refused even to look in her direction. She didn't move for a good ten minutes and nor did I. I heard her stand up and fumble around with some tissues. 'I'm sorry Anna,' she finally said. 'I'll never be able to stop loving you but I hope you find someone who deserves you.' Her voice quivered with tears. 'No matter what you say you'll always be my Sweetheart because I'm never going to feel like this again. I hope you'll be happy, even if I never see you again.' She leaned over the top of me and kissed my cheek. I breathed in her perfumed scent for the last time as she sobbed in my ear and her tears dripped on my face. 'Sorry Anna,' she whispered, wiping her tears from my face. 'Take care of yourself. I know you can get through this.' She breathed out heavily and sniffed loudly before turning around and leaving the room. I could hear her sobbing even when the door shut behind her. I hadn't shed a tear the whole time, being too preoccupied with my need for revenge. If I'd never met Erica I would still be happy, I would have less bruises to show and I wouldn't be lying in this hospital bed right now. The life I dreamed of was a million miles away. All I wanted was to be with the woman I'd fallen for. I lay in bed contemplating the future, remembering why I had done it in the first place. Then it finally dawned on me; Erica had just begged me to come back to her, she said she needed me, she said she loved me. I could have had it all if I hadn't been so spiteful. I pulled myself out of bed and ran as fast as my legs would carry me. When the same Doctor got in my way I dug my elbow forcefully into his stomach and ran on, unsure of where I was going, beyond finding Erica. I succeeded in opening one of the fire exits and ran outside. It was a typical chilly December morning and I found myself wearing only a hospital gown and nothing on my feet. Regardless, I ran out onto the gravel path overlooking the car park and upwards so the main parking area was in view. At the very furthest end I spied Erica walking slowly up the middle of the car park, kicking some stones on the ground and crying mindlessly. I ran as fast as my legs would carry me. I was weak and dizzy. I felt ready to faint but I knew I couldn't give up. I had almost managed to catch up with her but I hadn't yet found a way into the parking lot. Without thinking I threw my leg over the fence but caught my second foot clumsily on the top and tripped over the whole fence, landing face first in the flowerbed. I struggled to lift my head out of the soil. My body felt like a block of lead and I was so dizzy everything I saw was blurred. Erica had her hand on the door of her car. After all the effort I wouldn't ever get to her in time. I could think of nothing else to do, so I screamed 'I love you!' The amount of noise I emitted surprised me. The few other people in the car park turned around to see who was shouting but I couldn't care less. Erica turned around and looked about the car park. After a moment she shook her head and turned back towards her car. 'No, Please!' I hollered, grabbing the miniature palm tree I lay beside and hauled myself to my feet. I felt my body dramatically shaking as I clung onto the tree for dear life. 'Erica...' I called, reaching my hand out in front of me as if to grab her, were she closer. Just before I collapsed back down into the soil I caught sight of the blurry cream blob which was Erica running towards me. ********** I opened my eyes to find myself lying flat on my back, Erica sitting by my side amidst a crop of brightly coloured flowers. She held both my hands in hers and was whispering softly to me. 'It's okay Sweetie, I've got you now. I won't let you go, I promise. Everything's going to be alright Darling.' I sighed heavily; half in relief half in exhaustion. I was still too fragile to process what seemed to have happened so quickly. She slid one arm under my knees and the other under my neck and picked me up gently. 'Do you really love me?' I asked disbelievingly. 'With all my heart,' Erica said solemnly, pausing before she stepped down the step onto the gravel. 'I'm sorry Erica, please, I'm sorry. I-I,' I babbled nonsensically. 'Sssh Anna, I've got you.' 'I need to be with you,' I cried hysterically, not fully understanding where all the emotion had come from but I was too weak to get a grip of myself. 'Sssh Pet, You will be. I'll stay with you all night, I promise. I don't care what that wretched Doctor says...' I didn't hear a thing she said after that. I didn't even remember being brought inside. ********** I woke up in the hospital bed in the late morning, this time weaker than ever and on a drip. Erica really had stayed with me. She looked done in. Her hair was uncharacteristically messy, she was wearing no make up; she looked like she had spent the night on the streets. Her tearstained face and eyes bags made her almost unrecognisable. The organised, perfectionistic woman I knew had gone without leaving a trace. She clung onto my hand like a scared child, her usually piercing green eyes were filled with tears and looking up at me expectantly. 'I love you Anna,' Erica whispered. She was still so beautiful, even when she was in pieces. 'I love you too,' I whispered back. Just for a moment we forgot. We forgot I was lying in hospital, too weak to move and on a drip. We forgot all the lies and all the pain we had caused one another, and laughed, not because anything was funny but out of relief. We'd both had what we needed. It would all be okay now. 'Oh yes, Anna, Lily rang your parents earlier, they're flying out this morning. They should be here this afternoon,' Erica remembered. 'Oh...They're going to kill me!' I was dreading it already. 'I'm not convinced they'd approve of your irony,' Erica teased. 'I've got to tell them, haven't I?' I asked, wanting to be told what to do. 'Erm, Lily's already told them...' she said, looking confused. 'About you?' 'No, about what you tried to do. They'll just be glad you're alright, don't worry about them.' She assured. 'It's not about that.' I paused. 'They still think I'm going out with the priest's nephew. They're probably looking forward to the wedding...' 'Tell them you broke up. It's not a big deal.' 'They don't know I'm with a woman, Erica. They'll probably try to 'cure' me or something. I'll be disowned.' 'Oh, Darling,' she began. 'Don't let yourself feel forced into doing anything, a few more months wouldn't hurt, just until things are better.' 'I'm going to tell them today,' I decided. 'I've been going on like this for almost a decade. I can't lie to them anymore.' 'No matter what happens I'll be here Anna. It'll probably be tomorrow before they let you leave but I want to take you home with me. I know it's a bit sudden but we can sleep in different rooms and everything. I need you with me; I need to know you're okay. Then I can look after you properly. I can help you catch up with your work and you won't need to worry about money.' 'I don't want to sponge off you,' I scowled. 'I know you don't but it'll only be until you get back on your feet. When you start working again you can put some money towards the bills.' She had clearly been thinking it all through. 'I don't even have enough money for food...' I realised, almost in tears. 'You must think I'm some kind of gold-digger,' I cried. 'If you were a gold-digger you wouldn't have hesitated to take that cheque I offered you. I would have given you any amount you asked for. It's only money Pet,' she said kindly, stroking my hair. 'I promise I'll pay you back,' I sobbed. 'If it wasn't for me you wouldn't be in this mess. If I had told you the truth we could both be so happy now. I owe you far more than this.' 'If I hadn't taken those pills...' 'Don't you dare blame yourself! The only thing you've ever done is show me affection, and devotion, and look how I've repaid you!' Erica cried guiltily. 'I love you and I want you with me forever. Please don't do it again. I promise I'll be better, I know I was selfish but I can't cope on my own.' 'Let me be your good girl again, please,' I sniffed. She got up and moved in close. 'You are such a good girl Anna. You never put a foot wrong once you knew what I expected of you. At the start I used any excuse to punish you, just for fun. I didn't ever imagine I could feel like this, or that you would ever see us as anymore than a novelty. I wanted to have my cake and eat it.' 'Punishments were fun, I enjoyed every stroke I was given; I surprised myself. I was just in for the ride but when I heard you telling Roz you would end it soon I almost cried. I even loved you then, I just didn't realise.' For a moment we just sat and smiled at one another. She squeezed my hand tightly and looked at me the way that had convinced me that she had felt the same way about me in the first place. 'My parents will be here soon. You should go home and sleep,' I whispered. 'You look so tired.' 'I suppose you'll want some time to yourself with them,' she smiled kindly. 'Will you come back later?' I asked eagerly. 'Of course, I'll bring you something to eat this evening if you like. You can ring me any time and I'll be straight back or just to say hello if you get bored. Whatever you need...' 'I'll miss you,' I confided. 'I know it's only for a few hours but I'm going to miss you too. By this time next week I'm sure you'll be sick of the sight of me!' Erica joked. 'I love you,' I giggled. Student Lesbian BDSM Ch. 09 'Not as much as I love you,' she smiled. With that she emptied all the change she had in her pockets so I could use the pay phone and wrote her phone number on the back of my hand with a pen one of the nurses had left behind. 'Now if you need anything or if your parents don't take it well or if you get lonely you will ring me, won't you?' I nodded my head. This was the Erica I knew; the one who always knew what to do and had no fear of taking control of the situation. This was the woman I called Mistress, the one who wouldn't hesitate to spank me when I was disobedient and fussed over me when I seemed even slightly off colour. 'Thank-you,' I said quietly. 'Why, for driving you to this?' she sighed. 'No, for staying with me and looking after me... and loving me,' I said, my voice trailing off to a whisper. 'That's not difficult Darling,' she said affectionately. 'You look terrified.' 'I'm going to lose all of my family,' I sobbed, 'I know it.' 'I don't want you to feel pressured by me. You don't have to do this if it's not what you want. You can move back into you're flat or even back to Ireland with your parents for a while if you'd prefer. I would understand. I'll still be here whenever you need me. I could write you a cheque to get you back on your feet.' 'I don't want to lie anymore. I want to be with you now but if you want me to go away for a while I would understand...' I whispered. 'I don't want to leave you on your own again,' she answered. 'You'll always have me no matter what, I promise.' 'I'll need you afterwards. Please don't let me down. I don't know what I'd do...' 'Look at me Anna,' she whispered, caressing the side of my face and gently pushing my chin up. 'I love you more than I've ever loved anyone or anything before. I won't let anything bad happen to you, not again. You're stuck with me now Pet.' 'Good,' I smiled. 'I'm going to go now,' Erica announced. 'I'll be back this evening. If you need me ring me straight away.' She touched my shoulder and smiled. 'I'll see you later.' I reached out and grabbed the front of her jumper to pull her closer. My arm snuck around the back of her neck and my lips touched hers. As she kissed me back lightly it felt so natural. Although it was me who initiated the kiss Erica immediately took the lead. I found myself being held at the waist with one hand, the other supporting my head; and her tongue in my mouth. Being dominated always felt so right, although I had always fought for recognition and a status of my own, rather than just being known as a good wife; as my family expected me to be. I was proud to be Erica's submissive, proud to be seen by her side, proud to receive punishments from her hand. It went against all my principles but I didn't care anymore; she was all I wanted. As we both pulled away to breathe Erica leaned down further and squeezed me tightly. 'Thank-you for giving me another chance, I don't what I would have done,' she told me. 'I couldn't go through with it; I love you too much,' I blushed. 'I can't imagine why,' she sighed. 'You're perfect. I love you and I promise I will here to look after when you get out and... forever.' She added timidly. 'You've got to go now or we'll be here forever,' I grinned. 'I know,' she smiled. 'I hope it goes well for you. I'm going to worry about you so much.' 'I'll be okay,' I assured her. 'I know you're coming back for me.' 'That's my girl,' she whispered. 'I can't wait to share my home with you.' 'I can't wait to be close to you again.' Erica smiled devotedly. 'I really am going now,' she laughed. 'I love you Sweetheart,' she whispered as she walked towards the door. 'I love you too Erica.' Smiling, she blew me a kiss and walked out the door.