8 comments/ 113160 views/ 11 favorites When Lyssa met Joanna Ch. 01 By: RavenSSS Joanna picked up the plates and started to the kitchen. Lyssa grabbed more of the china and silverware and followed her. They continued this until the dishwasher was loaded. When they could hear the dishwasher running, they moved back to the dining room and finished cleaning up. They had been having dinner several times a week at Joanna's house for the past four months. As usual, Joanna suggested they take their drinks down to the media room in the finished basement and relax. There were chairs around the huge TV and the two women sat and sipped their drinks. Joanna's dog, Brutus, was lying on the floor between the two women. Joanna had told Lyssa that Brutus had been a police dog but had been too aggressive. At one point in his career, he had torn the throat of a fleeing felon instead of grabbing the man's arm and, of course, there had to be an internal investigation. As it turned out, the man had a gun and was about to shoot Brutus' police handler. Brutus got a second chance. Nineteen months later, under similar circumstances, Brutus almost disemboweled a man about to shoot his handler. Because the large Rottweiler had done his duty as he saw it and saved his master's life, he was not put to sleep, but could no longer be a police dog. Joanna had heard Brutus' story and convinced his owner to sell the dog to her, as she needed protection. Brutus' owner's wife insisted he be sold because they had three small children and she was afraid to trust Brutus. Brutus had been a pussycat when Lyssa came to visit; however, Joanna warned her not to go to the door or a window when Joanna was not around. Brutus had been trained to attack anyone at a door or window unless Joanna told him to sit and stay. Brutus had also been trained to hold someone at bay until he was told to stand down. One day, Lyssa walked into Joanna's house when Joanna failed to answer her knock. Brutus, even though he knew Lyssa, held her at bay, pinned to the spot until Joanna appeared from the bathroom and said, "Brutus, stand down." Lyssa never made that mistake again. ============== "jo, how can I ever repay you for your hospitality? You never let me pay for anything." "Honey," said Joanna, "there is a way for you to repay me. You're going to be my sex toy from now on." "Wha-what? sputtered Lyssa. "Is that supposed to be a joke? What would you do with me? Ha-ha." "Well, first I'd never allow you to wear clothes again in the house. Then I'd play with your body until I was extremely aroused and my pussy was throbbing and dripping juices. At that point, you would lick those juices off my legs and pussy. Then you'd press those sweet cheeks between my thighs and dip your tongue deep inside me lapping out the rest of my juices. Of course, that tongue going in and out of my pussy would stimulate more lubrication and pussy juice. So you'd have to keep lapping it out - vicious circle don't you see. You would do that at least three times a day to keep me satisfied. I can even foresee you eating me out a dozen or more times a day." Lyssa was stunned. "Joanna, what are you thinking? I'm as straight as anyone could be. In fact, I'm really homophobic. I never dreamed you were bi let alone lesbian. I would no more perform oral sex on a woman than I'd have a sex change operation." "Lyssa honey, you don't have to be a lesbian to eat pussy. A lot of straight women do it. Anyway, you don't have a choice, sweets. This is going to be your new life." "What in the world are you talking about, Joanna? You must be mad. Ooooh, I see. You're trying to get a rise out of me. Is this one of your psych games? You had me going for a minute there. Please, Jo, don't do that again. You'll give me a coronary." "This is not a joke or a psych game, honey. I'm dead serious. I thought you might refuse to give me what I want. That's why I laced your drink with a rufie, flunitrazepam, a date rape drug. That's why you feel so lethargic. I didn't give you much, so it's taking longer than I thought, but it'll do." Lyssa tried to get up, so she could run up the stairs and out of the house. Her legs wouldn't hold her. She fell back in the chair... =========== Lyssa taught English to fourth, fifth, and six graders in a private school. Her classes were small, 12 to 15 children, and Lyssa liked the job, but the private school pay was abominable. If she hadn't been receiving rent from her house back home, she would never have been able to make ends meet. All the other teachers were married and were two income families. This presented another problem. With no other single women, she had no one to make friends with, to have dinner with, to go to movies with, or even have chat sessions. Of course, there were no single men either. She had never been so lonely. Both Lyssa's parents had died in a car accident just after she graduated from high school. They had left her their small house, their life insurance, and little else. She had no siblings and no aunts, uncles, or cousins. She was truly alone in the world. She knew she'd have to make her own way, so using the insurance money for tuition; she enrolled in a teaching course at the state university. She rented out the house for barely enough money to pay for clothes, a dorm room, and the school cafeteria. There was no money for extras. Taking more than the standard number of courses, she was able to graduate in 3 1/2 years. However, that left no time for a social life. There were no teaching jobs available in her hometown when she returned from university, so she sent out her resume to several dozen schools around her home state. While waiting for replies, she stayed in the small bedroom above the garage, so she could keep receiving rent from the main house. The couple renting the house was nice enough to let her use it. The Coopers told her that she was welcome to use it any time she needed it. They were grateful to her for renting the house to them for an amount they could afford. She had only used the garage bedroom once during her university years, so the Coopers knew it wouldn't be often. After several months, the only job offer she received was from a private school over two hundred miles from her hometown. The school told her that times were hard, and they could only afford to pay so much - less than she was hoping for. She had no other offers, so she took the job. She started teaching in mid semester - January. The job was fine, but the low pay and the crushing loneliness were deeply depressing her. The small dingy apartment she was able to afford was another source of her depression. She had rented it because it was close to the school, so she could walk to work. She couldn't afford a car. She thought of selling the house to buy a car but backed away from that idea. She needed the rent to supplement her salary. Lyssa brown-bagged it every day, and ate her lunch in the park across from the school. One day in March, there was a woman sitting on the bench that Lyssa had always sat on. They struck up a conversation, became good friends, and Lyssa was ecstatic to find a friend. The woman, Joanna, began inviting Lyssa to dinner several times a week and wouldn't hear of Lyssa paying for anything. During their chat sessions, Lyssa had told Joanna her whole life history. Joanna knew as much about Lyssa as Lyssa did. Joanna was 37 years old. She was very attractive with dark blond hair, grey eyes, and a beautiful smile. She was 5'7" tall, weighed 122 pounds, had a very feminine figure, 35 inch bust, 24 inch waist, and 36 inch hips. She had a sexy walk and a slow, graceful, feminine movement as she sat down, stood up, or even when she seemed to be standing still. Lyssa, on the other hand was 22 years old, 5'4" tall, and weighed 116 pounds. She had a very ripe figure: 34-22-35. Her movements were not as graceful as Joanna's but were more childlike. She had blue-black hair, blue eyes, full lips, and an impish grin. She was beautiful. If she had been in a different place where there more single men, she would have been swamped with date offers and propositions. Near the end of the school year, Lyssa's landlord told her that the building would have to be tented for termites and Lyssa would have to leave for two weeks. There were only five days left of the semester, and Lyssa was concerned about having to look for another apartment for such a short time. Joanna volunteered her second bedroom until Lyssa went home, so Lyssa told the landlord she would be moving and asked for her deposit to be returned. Joanna and Lyssa loaded Joanna's car with Lyssa's clothes and gear, and Joanna helped carry them to the second bedroom. During that week, as Friday approached, Lyssa's colleagues told her how much they liked her and asked if she would return in September. She told them that she hadn't been offered a contract yet and didn't know if she'd be back. In her heart, she felt she should look for another job that paid a decent salary. Lyssa asked Joanna if she would drive her and her suitcases to the bus terminal on Sunday, so she could go back to her hometown. When she would be at the bus terminal with her ticket in hand, she would call the Coopers, tell them she was returning home, and ask if she could use the garage apartment. She didn't want them to go to any trouble getting the bedroom ready, so she would call at the last minute. She would also ask them if they could pick her up at the bus station. Lyssa never got to call them. ============== Lyssa woke up with a headache and wondered where she was and what had happened. She tried to move and found herself sitting on the floor of the media room. She was startled to find that she was nude and that her wrists were manacled to a triangular bar attached to the ceiling with a thin braided rope like mountain climbers used. She struggled to her feet but was only able to reach one of the chairs, as the rope wasn't long enough for her to go further. She sat down and waited to gather her wits. She had the triangular bar in her lap and studied it. The lower rung was almost 3 feet wide. The side arms met one foot above the lower rung. There was a ring inside each corner of the triangle. The rope was fastened to the top ring with a heavy-duty snap fastener. The cuffs on Lessees' wrists were fastened to the rings at each end of the lower rung. Lyssa was able to move her hands around but couldn't put them together. The wrist cuffs were made of some very soft leather; however, there were metal stays between the leather layers. There were small semi circular rings coming through the leather where the cuffs overlapped. One end of a short double snap fastener was hooked to the triangle ring and the other end to a wrist cuff. Lyssa's eyes followed the rope to the ceiling where it passed through a ring in the ceiling and dropped down through a metal box on the wall. On the floor below the ceiling ring, there was a metal plate three feet wide and extending two feet from the wall. A metal tube was welded to the plate and rose almost two feet. A smaller diameter tube showed above the lower tube and ended in a small knob. The knob didn't look to be part of the tube. A knurled ring encircled the top of the lower tube. There were metal eye rings attached at various heights on either side of the wooden wall panel behind the metal floor plate. Lyssa had noticed these contraptions in the past and had asked Joanna what they where, and Joanna passed them off as being attachments for her camera equipment. She had told Lyssa that she was a photographer. Although she thought they were strange, Lyssa didn't question Joanna's answer. Sometime later, she heard a key in the lock of the media room and Joanna came down the stairs with Brutus right behind her. The door closed and locked automatically, "Oh Jo," Lyssa cried, "I'm so glad to see you. Can you unlock these cuffs? I can't move around attached to this contraption, and I have to pee badly. Where are my clothes? You're really mean to take off my clothes and leaving me here nude. Really, Jo, this game has gone on long enough." "Sweetie," cooed Jo, "of course I'll unfasten you. You can't have clothes, but I'll release you as soon as you've licked me to orgasm." "Jo. Stop fooling around and undo these wrist cuffs before my bladder bursts." Joanna opened a cabinet and took out a clear plastic pail that must have been an ice cube bucket. "Lys," she said, "you can use this to pee in." "You're not serious. You can't expect me to pee in that thing. Please unfasten me." "Not a chance until I've had at least a couple of orgasms. You just don't get it. You're mine, now, to do what I want with you. You're my toy, my plaything, my sex machine. Now, pee in the bucket or hold it in. It's up to you." Joanna continued, "Lys honey, sweetie, babykins, I've been hunting for a gorgeous girl like you for several years. It wasn't a coincident that we met. I watched you eating your lunch in the park for two or more weeks before our "chance" meeting. When you walked back and forth from the school to the park, I mentally undressed you and knew you were the girl I wanted to own. All of our dinners and chats together were to learn about you and your relationships - or lack thereof. You're just perfect for what I want. Lyssa was close to crying and was having a difficult time holding her sphincter tight enough to keep from peeing. She grabbed the bucket, held it steady on the floor, squatted over it, and with a sigh of relief, let her urine flow. The bucket filled. "Well sweet cheeks, are you ready to eat me? Joanna asked. "Please Jo, I just can't do that. It's disgusting." "I'm sorry to hear that, honey, but you will in the very near future." Joanna pressed a keypad on the metal wall box. A panel opened and Joanna pressed and held a large red button. A motor sounded and the rope attached to the triangle was pulled up through the ceiling ring and through the left side of the box. Lyssa had to stand and walk to the metal plate as the rope pulled up and up. When Lyssa was standing on the metal floor plate under the ceiling ring with her arms over her head, Joanna stopped pushing the red button. "Please Jo, unhook my wrists. This is uncomfortable." "I intend to do just that, sweet. Give me a minute or two but turn and face me." Joanna opened a cupboard next to the wooden wall panel and retrieved a condom, which she placed over the pole knob that she had pulled from the vertical tube. She pushed the three-inch long base of the knob back into the upper tube. "It may have been dirty," she said, "and I want to keep you clean and healthy. I want you to last a long time." She then took a tube of lubricant from the cupboard and squeezed some out on the condom. She didn't bother to spread it around. She turned the knurled ring at the top of the lower tube and pulled the inner tube up until it was a few inches from Lyssa's pubes. "Lys, " said Joanna, "move your feet apart. Further. Further. That's it." Joanna pushed clear plastic strips 4" by 3" inches into slots in the metal floor plate. The strips were just to the inside of Lyssa's bare feet. Lyssa thought that wouldn't keep her from lifting her feet over the top of the strips if she wanted to move her legs together. She was wrong. Again, Joanna's hand moved to the inner shaft, turned the knurled ring, and raised the top knob into Lyssa's vagina. Lyssa yelped but couldn't move out of the way. When the knob reached Lyssa's cervix, she rose up on tiptoe to relieve the pressure, but Joanna kept pushing it upward. "Please Jo," cried Lyssa, "that's going to do damage if you don't stop. You said you wanted to keep me healthy." Johanna hesitated, and then moved the tube downward until Lyssa could put her feet flat on the floor again. She couldn't feel the knob anymore and she sighed with relief. "i wanted you to know that you are at my mercy and what could happen if you don't behave. Understand?" "Yes. Yes. I do understand." Joanna reached up and undid the clips that held Lyssa's wrists to the triangle above her head. She pressed the red button, raising the triangle until it was out of Lyssa's reach. "I've been planning this for a long time, Lys. It's been at least four years. I knew that someday I'd find you. I had to have this set-up built a little at a time so that no one would become suspicious of my motives. Are you ready to eat me, sweet cheeks? I'm really horny. No? Well, I can wait. In a very few hours you'll be begging to suck me." Joanna continued, "You are going to stand there until you decide to do as I ask. I won't beat you or torture you to get what I want. You're going to have to want to do it. When you're ready, reach up to that white button beside the gray metal box. It's an intercom. Press the button, wait until I answer, and say, 'Joanna, I want to suck and lick your pussy.' If you say anything else, you'll have to stand there until you use the right words. If you use those words and don't perform or don't perform to my liking, I'll leave you on that post for 24 hours. Do you understand?" "Yes, Jo, I understand, but please don't do this to me. I thought we were good friends." "Oh we are, honey, but I desperately need this scenario. Try to understand that I'll almost die if I can't have it my way. Other than when you are eating me out a few times a day, we can be bosom buddies. That 'bosom' thingy was not meant to be a pun. I've been drooling over your boobs since I first saw you. Now that they're bare, I'm even hungrier for them." She reached out and squeezed Lyssa's breasts. "By the way, I've left your arms free, but there is no way for you to lift yourself off that shaft. If you try to move your feet, you'll probably impale yourself. Don't lean forward, or that post will tear your insides especially if you fall forward. You can lean back against the wall panel, but that may cause other problems. You're like a pinned butterfly, precious. You can't move from that position." Joanna turned to go, but Lyssa called her back. "What am I supposed to do when I have to pee? I have a small bladder. Do I just let it go?" "Then I will have to punish you, doll. I don't want this room to stink and urine smell is difficult to get rid of. But, be of good cheer, I know exactly what to do. Thanks for calling my attention to it. I prepared for that eventuality, too." Joanna opened the nearby cupboard again and took out a package that contained a coiled, small diameter, plastic tubing. She tore open the pack and removed the tubing. She placed the ice cube bucket on the floor in front of Lyssa and clipped the tube end to the inside of the bucket rim. Uncoiling the tube, she brought the other end close to Lyssa's genitals. She lubricated the end and moved it closer to Lyssa. Lyssa exclaimed, "Jo, I'll never be able to pee into that narrow tubing. Do you have a funnel or something that could catch my pee?" "Not a problem, sweet cheeks." Answered Joanna. She forced an inch or more of the tube ending into Lyssa's urethra. Lyssa screamed with pain and almost sagged down on the shaft she was straddling. "There," said Joanna, "you're all set. You can pee any time you want and not get a drop on you or the floor." She turned, walked up the stairs followed by Brutus. The door locked shut behind them. * Dear readers, I won't bore you with more of this story unless it is something you would wish to continue to read. Please let me know. I am writing this with most women in mind, not necessarily lesbians. Please let me know if you are female and what your sexual orientation is. That will help guide me in writing future chapters. I also wish to know if you would like to have this story become more intense. I will try to make the story somewhat interactive depending on your directions. I hope you want to read more of the ongoing Perils of Pauline or in this case, Lyssa. When Lyssa met Joanna Ch. 02 When Lyssa met Joanna Chapter 2: Lyssa's ordeal Lyssa finds herself a prisoner in Joanna's basement where she has been 'pinned down' to make a decision that will change her life forever. When Lyssa met Joanna Chapter 02 Johanna's house, is a very large, four bedroom/two bath ranch style. Its outer walls are made of multicolored fieldstone and beautiful wood, but the architecture of the house itself is not outstanding. It was built of expensive, quality materials, but it would not have looked out of place in any suburb in the U.S. It is located in a town called Mackey in the middle of a northwest state. Toward the back of the house, next to the kitchen is a stairway from the first floor to a finished basement that takes up the same area as the house above. The stairwell is six feet wide with a landing half way down. The basement is large, forty by eighty feet. The major part, thirty by forty feet is finished and is very well appointed; however, even with quite a few white leather chairs and a large walnut table, it still isn't crowded. It is hidden and soundproofed to the outside world. The area nearest the door is almost devoid of furniture. There are several heavy-duty hooks attached to the ceiling and extending out from one of the panels. That panel has eyebolts screwed into it in various places; there is a three-foot wide metal plate on the floor extending from the panel. Directly across from that panel, on the other side of the room, the panel has been mirrored. Standing on the two foot deep plate is a very attractive young lady – a naked young lady. To a casual observer, she appears to be free to move around. Her arms and legs are not bound although she does have leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. A tube or pole can be seen between her legs and appears to be behind her. Upon closer inspection, the tube is actually directly under her and extends up into her genitals. She is pinned to the spot. There is no way for her to lift herself high enough to get off the post. Lyssa is extremely pretty and has a very sexy body. Her breasts are the size of large peaches – ripe and juicy. There is no discernible sag and they could easily pass the pencil test. There is a slight slope at the top of her breasts that show that they have some weight. Because of her narrow frame, her breasts fill her entire chest. The pencil eraser nipples are a light shade of pink and pointed slightly upward and outward. The aureoles are virtually non-existent. It appears that her nipples poke out directly from her breasts without aureoles as transition. Although Lyssa is twenty-two years old, she appears to be a teen – at that age when a girl fully blossoms into a woman. Even Lyssa's face appears to by that of a teenager. She has tried to make herself look older with makeup and more mature clothes; however, now her face is scrubbed clean and she is naked. She appears to be a child until her body is observed. Lyssa's narrow waist flares into widening hips and full heart shaped buttocks. Her thighs are large enough to accommodate that beautiful bottom, but they do not have saddlebags. Her belly is rounded just enough to be feminine. Her legs are tapered and lovely; her ankles are slim and her feet are dainty. Her skin is velvety soft, still retaining some baby fat. She has no tattoos and no piercings. All in all, she is a lovely package. Although only 5'2", Lyssa is so well proportioned that if she were across the street from you, it would be difficult to tell how tall she is. She can appear to be much taller. Although childlike, Lyssa is beautiful. Maturity would bring character to her face, and she will be even more beautiful. Upon reaching middle age, she will be stunning. She has great genes, but she has wished that she were several inches taller. Her height and lack of facial maturity are thorns in her side. Now, she thinks that nothing matters anymore. She is Joanna's prisoner and is no longer in control of her own destiny. Lyssa has no idea of how she could live if she were had to perform lesbian acts. The very thought of performing oral sex on a woman makes her slightly ill and – terrified. She might not survive actually 'doing' it. She is too sensitive to perform cunnilingus. A few years earlier, she had had a yeast infection and while taking care of the problem had gotten a bit of the yeasty substance on a finger. Inadvertently, she had put the finger in her mouth. The taste of it sent her into spasms and she threw up until she had dry heaves. The pain of the dry heaves left her exhausted, and she spent the next two days in bed, crying. She has been standing over the tube for over three hours now and her legs are trembling and cramping. She cannot get comfortable and is in danger of passing out from the strain of maintaining the posture necessary to keep from hurting herself. She feels that if she could only get her feet together that she would be able to deal better with her situation. Unfortunately, the plastic strips beside her bare feet keep her from moving her legs to a more comfortable stance. She doesn't dare lift a leg over the strip; she might lose her balance if she did so. She is tiring and knows she has to make a decision soon; she can't bear to make that decision. She has cried at times during her ordeal, but she knows that if she is to survive she has to be strong. She will try to put off the inevitable by steeling herself, but she knows in her heart that she can't hold out much longer. She will have to agree with Joanna's terms or allow herself to be impaled on the post: a no win situation. Lyssa has thought about giving in to Joanna's wishes, but her upbringing won't let her. She has told herself that she is only prolonging the agony, but still can't tolerate the idea of performing orally on a woman. She wishes that a man had taken her. She thinks that she could have given in without abandoning her morals. Upon reflection, even that scenario is blotted out by her strict moral church education. Strangely enough, she no longer believes in religion, but the teachings still direct her life. She gave up believing in a Divine Creator when her parents were killed. How could a loving God do that to them and to her? It would take a miracle to get her to believe again; a miracle like getting out of the horrible situation in which she finds herself. She is torn to the point of near madness. She has not been hurt badly, but the fact that she can't move and that someone else has complete control over her, has devastated her. A few days ago, she wouldn't have dreamed that she could be in such a predicament. The fact that her captor is someone she considered a close friend; someone she had spent a lot of time with; someone she cared about; someone she trusted makes her situation even worse. ================== Readers, besides the main chapters, When Lyssa met Joanna, I am also writing a side story – subchapters – flashbacks: Joanna's Story. I would like to submit it under several categories, but since that's not possible, it may have to be designated BDSM. It isn't all BDSM, but that's the main thrust – so to speak. This chapter, no. 2, incorporates some critique from an editor and readers, and I do appreciate your suggestions. It allows me to feel that you and I are writing this together and inserting both of our fantasies into the story. Please identify yourself as F/S, F/L, or F/bi. (Female/Straight; Female/Lesbian; or Female/Bisexual) when you offer feedback. Without that information, I won't know if women are interested. Without that identification, I'll assume that you're male. This is very new to me: my first time writing fiction and about sex and BDSM. When Lyssa met Joanna Ch. 03 Lyssa has been standing in the same position for over three hours; there is a tube from the floor extending up into her vagina, and she is unable to lift herself off it. She can't move her legs, and they are cramping; she is at the end of her strength. She believes that she has no choice but to agree to Joanna's terms or be torn apart. Being very careful to maintain her balance, Lyssa turns slowly to her left, presses the intercom button, and holds it until Joanna answers. "Hi honey, I'm happy to hear from you," Joanna says. "Are you ready to comply?" "Oh Joanna, I am so uncomfortable, but I can't do as you ask. I'm going to let myself go and kill myself." "Lys, I'll be right down," said Joanna. A few minutes later, Joanna enters the room and, shaking her head, walks over to Lyssa and gently kisses her forehead. "I'll make you more comfortable, my sugary sweetness," she says. Joanna opens the supply cabinet next to where Lyssa is standing, takes out a wide mesh belt, and puts it around Lyssa's waist and chest just under her breasts. She snaps it on either side of Lyssa to eyebolts in the panel behind her. "Now, sweet cheeks, you can lean on the belt, that's around you without falling. That should make you more comfortable." "But I can still impale myself if I slide down the pole," Lyssa argued. "My sweet darling, that would be very hard to do," Joanna laughed. "That knobby thing that's up inside you is the size of a golf ball. It's made of a firm gel that will flatten out somewhat if you try to sit on it. It will keep you from moving further down on the 'peg'. Before you could damage anything inside you, you would experience so much pain that you would have to stop and lift up again. Even if you fainted and slid down, the pain would wake you immediately. Believe me, I've thought this through from every angle. You'll have to stand there until you agree to do what I ask. You have NO other choice. "Jo, I can't do it. I can't do it. I just can't do it," Lyssa sobbed. "Please don't try to force me to...." She couldn't even complete the sentence. "Lyssa, my sugary sweetness, I'm going to tell you my situation, my sad tale of woe, and why there is only one choice for you to make. I'll be very frank with you and not muddy the waters because I want you to know exactly why I've taken you, why I need you, and why I can't ever let you go. Joanna continued, "My father drank, ran around with other women, and physically abused my mother throughout their entire marriage. My mother was always black and blue and had welts all over her buttocks and thighs and sometimes her breasts, as far back as I can remember. How do I know? From the time I was six or seven until he died from drinking when I about fifteen, my father made me watch him beat her. He was still angry that she had used her pregnancy with me to force him to marry her. He was also punishing me for being that cause. When I wanted to call the police, my mother would stop me and tell me that she had agreed to the abuse in order to have him marry her. She never said so, but I know now that she wanted me to have a father. Further, she said that the physical pain was not a problem because she didn't really feel it, but the emotional abuse was tearing her apart. She would feel the initial stroke each time he hit her, but the pain dissolved immediately after. She told me that she wanted me to accept it because she would, in time, take control of the situation herself. I was afraid that she planned to kill him, but that never happened. My father would bring other women home and force my mother to have sex with them. My mother was straight and hated that, but she, too, had no choice. My father did only two things for me. His hobby was photography, and he taught me every aspect of still and video photography that I could possibly learn. I don't need to work, but I still pursue my career in photography. It's the only real pleasure I've had in life. The other thing that my father did for me was willing me half of the estate that his very wealthy parents had left him. Anyway, Lys, I grew up hating men and knew I'd never let a man touch me. I have mellowed over the years and have some men friends, but I am a staunch lesbian and could never have sex with a man. My feelings against having sex with a man are probably how you feel about having sex with a woman. But you must and WILL be my sex partner. Lys, honey, you can never have sex with a man. I must see to that. You must overcome your heterosexual nature and be my - wife. From the time I was seventeen until now, at thirty-seven, I have been looking for the perfect life partner for me. I passed up a few opportunities to have sex with other women, but I wanted someone special to love, cherish, and adore. I finally found that someone -- you. I feel bad that you don't feel the same way about me, but I'm madly in love with you and I can never let you go. I know I must keep you my prisoner always because you're straight and wouldn't stay with me if you were free. Since I met you, I daydream about you constantly. My panties are always wet because of you even when I'm not near you. When we're together, having dinner, seeing a movie, or just hanging out, I have to wear a panty liner, or I'd be dripping down my legs. I dream of you in color and have the only sexual releases that I don't get by masturbating. Can't you see why I must have you and can't let you go? I am so in love with you that I ache for you, and I can't set you free. As you say you can't do what I ask and would rather die, I feel the same about losing you. I'd rather die. Although it really and truly hurts me as much as it pains you, I must keep you on that post until you give yourself up to me. I will treat you like a princess and give you anything you want, need, or ask for except your freedom. I can't promise that I won't beat you for pleasure or punish you for misbehaving. I might even abuse you in other ways, but it will always be for sexual pleasure. I guess that it's true that what you experience in childhood causes you to follow that pattern, as you get older. Lys, honey, you may even come to enjoy a little pain. Now that I've explained why I must have you, does it make any difference in how you feel about your situation? I fervently hope so." "Jo, I am so sorry about your past, but, no, I just couldn't go through with what you want. I want to get married some day -- to a man -- and maybe have a family. That's been my dream since I can remember. I really am so truly sorry that I can't be your lover. Please, you have to let me go. I promise I'll never tell anyone what you -- what we've done. I can still be your friend. I do care about you. Now that I know how you've felt since you were a child, I want to help you. I'll even help you find another woman whom you can love. But I can't be whom you want me to be," Lys sobbed with compassion for Joanna. "I've looked for twenty years for you, Lys. As I grow older, my chances of finding someone I could love as much as I love you are so slim as to be nonexistent. No, I want you, I love you, I need you, and I'll die if I can't have you. Please, won't you reconsider? I'll really be so very good to you." "Jo, the thought of tasting another woman's secretions is so abhorrent to me that even the thought of it makes me nauseous. I know what comes through a woman's vagina: her lubrication, discharges, menstrual flow, and heaven knows what other fluids. I suppose that a lesbian can enjoy them or learn to enjoy them, but I just couldn't. I am too heterosexual." "I can understand how you must feel, but you're mistaken. I know that my mother and my aunt, Karla, while being as straight as you are, have had no problem performing oral sex on other women. A lot of straight woman are willing to have sex with other women especially if their husbands want threesomes. Although I haven't tasted another woman, I imagine it can be pleasureful. I have tasted my own juices, and they taste good to me -- sweet sometimes, sometimes salty, sometimes spicy, but never awful. I'm going to leave you on the post for a bit longer while I go on the internet and see if I can find anything on how pussy tastes to other women. Possibly, I might find something on Literotica. Wait, I'll be right back. Oh, silly me, you have to wait." Joanna ran up the steps to her office, logged on to the Internet and googled something about the 'taste of female vaginal secretions'. She found pages and pages on the subject. She found one site that seemed best suited to what she needed. She scrolled down until she found the specific information she looked for: what women thought about the taste. ======================================= 3. Females describe the taste of vaginal secretions: "A mixture of citrus and MSG."
 "Soy sauce, the light Kikkoman."
 "Indescribable."
 "It didn't have much flavor, but the sensation inside my mouth was what I remember most. It was a very warm, comforting feeling."
 "Like semen, the taste ranges. Sometimes the taste is very clean -- in fact almost tasteless -- but it can also taste kind of like a penny late in the cycle or when I've been smoking or drinking too much."
 "Kind of sweet and sweaty."
 "Sweet, not like anything I've ever tasted."
 "Around the clitoris, it tastes like sweet tarts. In the vaginal canal, it tastes kind of like an artichoke tuna salad."
 "I've only tasted my own which I've been told is quite tasty. Again, it is hard to say what it tastes like, but it could be described as spicy. The taste varies during the month also." ======================================= Joanna printed out the selection and ran back downstairs to Lyssa. Lyssa was crying softly and practically hanging in the mesh belt around her waist. "Jo, I can't take any more. Please, isn't there something else I can do?" "Honey, please stand straight so you can read this." When Lyssa was fully standing with her head up, Joanna held the printed page up so Lyssa could read it. "See honey, it won't be so bad. I'll tell you what. If you just taste my, uh, juice, I'll let you off that post for a while. Okay?" "No Jo, I can't. Please don't make me." "Lys, did you fight your mother this much when she wanted you to try some new vegetable or meat? What about artichokes, spinach, beets, or some meat? Tuna, for instance? My fluids aren't any different than the foods you eat every day. Think about beef gravy. There is animal blood in it. Are you even concerned about the fact that you are eating an animal and its blood?" Lyssa was silent for a few minutes thinking how good it would feel to get off the post that was up inside her vagina. "Jo, I'll try, but you better hold the bucket up to my mouth for me to throw up in." Jo went into the bathroom and removed her panties -- her very wet panties. She used a washcloth, soap and water, to wash her pubic area. She was trembling with excitement. She returned to Lyssa almost faint with emotion. She pulled her skirt up and tucked the front into her belt. Lyssa had her eyes shut tightly. Jo rubbed her clitoris a bit and then pushed her finger into her vagina. She needed no lubrication to get her finger in. She was soaking wet. "Open your mouth, honey, let's try this." Lyssa did nothing for about fifteen seconds, then slowly opened her mouth, closed it again, and waited another ten seconds or so. Finally, with a sob, she opened her mouth wide but kept her eyes closed. Joanna almost had an orgasm as she withdrew her wet finger from her vagina and moved it close to Lyssa's mouth. Her blood pounding, her pulses racing, she put her finger in Lyssa's mouth and wiped it on Lyssa's tongue. Joanna felt her blood pressure soar and her knees go weak. She almost fainted. She steadied herself and waited for Lyssa's reaction. Lyssa's mouth was still wide open. She had closed it for a few seconds after Joanna had wiped Lyssa's tongue but opened it again. When nothing happened, Lyssa closed her mouth and then said, "Jo, stop teasing me. If you're going to make me taste you, please do it and get it over with. Please." Joanna lost control of her bladder. She grabbed the ice bucket and held it between her legs. Lyssa heard the gush and splash and opened her eyes. She was puzzled by what she saw. She had expected to throw up in the bucket when she tasted Joanna's juices, but Joanna had peed in the bucket. Lyssa was very confused. "Wha-what's happening, Jo? She asked. In a shaking voice, Joanna said, "Doll, you DID taste me. I wiped my juices on your tongue." Lyssa stared at the other woman for a while and said, "I didn't taste anything, Jo. You must be mistaken." Joanna approached Lyssa, put her arms around the younger woman and cried softly into Lyssa's neck. She reached down, turned the knurled ring and pulled the knob from Lyssa's vagina. Lyssa moaned from the slight pain and whimpered as Joanna pulled the catheter from her urethra. She slumped into the mesh belt around her waist as her legs gave way. Joanna put her arms under Lyssa's arms and knees, unsnapped one end of the mesh belt, picked her up and carried the mewing girl to a leather chair. She put Lyssa on the chair and pushed the back to a reclining position. Lyssa fainted. Jo pulled up another chair and sat beside the childlike girl. She held Lyssa's hand, brushed her hair from her face, leaned over and planted kisses over Lyssa's face and upper body -- everywhere she could reach. The kisses were not sexual but an indication of Joanna's emotions and love for the beautiful girl. She didn't stop kissing Lyssa until the girl woke up. ------------------------------------------------- Readers, I feel almost as emotional as Joanna at this point. My pulse is racing, and it's a good thing I don't have high blood pressure. I took the liberty of using my editor's user ID name in this chapter. Fortunately, it will be discernable only to her. If she happens to come across it, I hope she won't be offended. I found the name to be so endearing that I inserted it to show my appreciation for her advice. I copied the selection about the taste of female secretions from the Internet and pasted it into this story. I tried to find it again in order to put the URL here, but I wasn't successful in locating it. If you happen to google and find it, I'd appreciate receiving the URL. This aspect of the story is one in which I have had quite a bit of personal experience. I would like to hear of your experiences. Email only, please. One reader emailed and asked where I got the idea of the 'post'. Quite a few years ago, on track to my first undergraduate degree, I read many history books from the library. I ran across information on horrible examples of man's inhumanity to man and, in many cases, to women. Our ancestors were exceptionally cruel and nasty. I guess they still are. I read about terrible things by the Roman's in the coliseum; by Vlad, the Impaler; et cetera. I don't recall who performed this dastardly deed, but this was the gist: women prisoners were forced to stand over a sharpened wooden post about an inch or more in diameter. The post had been placed on a bed of stones in a narrow hole in the ground and extended into the woman's genitals. The amount of stone depended on the height of the women. Often, she was forced to stand on tiptoe. When her strength gave out, and she (probably/hopefully) fainted, she would drop and die by impalement. Death was never quick nor easy. For more info, you can Google the real Count Dracula: "Vlad, the Impaler". There are many books about Vlad. If you have a stout heart and a strong stomach, you may find them 'interesting'. However, in this case, I found Joanna's 'post' online at a site that sells "dungeon" equipment. The base was different from Joanna's, but the rest was similar. These are meant only to hold, not impale the occupant. There will be a few more chapters. I hope you will enjoy them. When Lyssa met Joanna Ch. 04 Joanna took her clothes off, picked up Lyssa, and carried the limp girl into the bathroom shower. She told Lyssa to stand up, turned the water on, and began to bath the compliant girl. She enjoyed soaping the satiny smooth skin and rinsing it. Lyssa's skin was almost baby soft. After bathing herself, Joanna shampooed Lyssa's hair, dried her with a thick terry cloth towel, dried herself, donned a heavy terry cloth robe, picked Lyssa up and carried her to one of the leather chairs and sat the girl on her lap. "I'm cold. I've been cold since you left me on the post. Please, can I have some clothes?" "I'm sorry, honey, but I don't want you to wear clothes anymore. I enjoy seeing you nude and, too, you're less apt to try to run away if your not wearing anything. But I can warm you." She pulled her bathrobe around Lyssa, so they were both enveloped in it. She also put a lap blanket around the girl. The feel of Lyssa's naked body against hers was delicious. Lyssa curled up against Joanna and fell asleep. A while later, she picked Lyssa up and placed her on several thick towels on top of the table. Lyssa woke up and stretched. Joanna told her that she was going to shave the "fur" from her pubes. The girl didn't resist. She moved her legs apart when Joanna nudged them. Joanna shaved the fine silky hair from around Lyssa's pubic lips, but left a triangular patch above her clitoris. She stepped back to admire her handiwork, shook her head, and shaved the rest of the patch. Lyssa's pubes were now bare. Joanna sensed that something was different. Lyssa was too submissive and compliant. "Are you feeling okay, sweet baby?" asked Joanna. "Mmm, hmm," murmured Lyssa. "I'm just hungry." Joanna led her upstairs and sat her at the kitchen table. "What would you like, honey? Asked Joanna. "How about a roast beef sandwich?" "Hmm uh, " mewed Lyssa. "Can I have some hot oatmeal?" Joanna fixed the cereal, but knew that Lyssa was not herself. After Lyssa had eaten, Joanna led the girl into her bedroom, put her to bed and covered her. Lyssa was asleep immediately. Concerned that Lyssa was sick or traumatized; Joanna called her family doctor who said he'd come right away. He examined Lyssa from head to toe and told Joanna that the girl was fine. He thought the girl was just emotionally drained. "Jo," he asked, "are you two ..." "Are we what?" "Are you a couple? Are you physical? Are you having sex with her? She's much too young, Joanna. She must be pre-teen. She doesn't even have pubic hair yet. Are you sure you know what you're doing? You must have had some sex session for her to react like this." Joanna giggled, "This 'pre-teen' is twenty two years old, Doctor Janssen. She's a schoolteacher. Unemployed at the moment, but still a schoolteacher. You must know that women, nowadays, shave their pubic hair." Dr. Janssen looked embarrassed and tried to apologize to Joanna. "No need. She does look very young, especially lying there asleep." The doctor reached down, turned the girl over and looked at her buttocks. "Beautiful, aren't they, doctor. I don't blame you for looking." Sighed Joanna. "Joanna, her bottom is beautiful, but I wanted to make sure it wasn't welted. Don't look shocked. Your mother would come to me to have her wounds taken care of when your father beat her. She made me swear that I wouldn't report him, but I knew what was going on in your house. Your mother was concerned that your father abusing her might traumatize you. She knew that some abused children grow up to be abusers. Celia sent you to doctors, but they were unable to determine how you would turn out. Your mother, and the doctors, told you that you were taking aptitude tests. Do you remember?" Joanna laughed. "I wondered what that was all about. I'm going to chide Mom about it. She has never mentioned it since I took those 'aptitude tests'." They left the room and Joanna asked the doctor how much she owed him. "Nothing," he sighed, "I ought to be paying you. The sight of that beautiful nude girl will stay with me for days. At my age, I don't get to see beauty like that often. Actually, not at all. The women who come to see me are clothed or in a hospital gown." "Will you come back and check her in a day or two, and maybe you can check me, too. In fact, you could check me right now. I haven't visited you in several years." "Joanna, my heart couldn't take it. First, that lovely flower in there and then your sexy figure. My heart would give out. Have pity on an old man.' Joanna laughed, "Doctor Janssen, you delivered me and have seen me nude – or near nude – many times over the years. Any time you need to see a naked woman, please feel free to examine me. It would be an honor. I love you like a father, or would that be incest? You were there for us when Dad died. For now, I'll see you out and go back to Lyssa." The doctor left and Joanna returned to the bedroom, took off her robe, and crawled in beside the sleeping girl. Bliss. Lyssa woke up in Joanna's arms and snuggled up tight. She lay there feeling Joanna's warmth for a while. "Jo, can we do this, just cuddle, instead of having sex? I really can't be your lover, but this feels nice. You have nice breasts. Maybe I could even suck your nipples a little. We can go places and do things like we did before you made, uh, I had to sit on that post." "No honey, I need to have sex with you. I haven't had sex with another person in my thirty-seven years, and, sweet baby, I really want – need –sex. If you can lie here with both of us naked and possibly suckle, I think that eventually you'll be able to do as I ask." Lyssa was quiet. "Jo, when you first told me what you had in mind, you used such crude terms that I was shocked. I knew what you meant, but I've never heard a woman say those things. A man either, for that matter." "I realized that afterwards, but I wanted to see your reaction. If you were a lesbian, you might have smiled and said all right. I took a chance, but... Did those words offend you? Haven't you heard them before? In high school? At university? At work?" "Jo, I was a nerd in high school, a drudge at university, and a loner at the private school. In high school, I had a boy friend for all of two weeks. I had been a beanpole up until the end of my senior year and the boys never looked at me. Robert asked me out when I started developing boobs, but I didn't have big ones like some of the other girls. I used to cry at night because my breasts didn't jiggle like theirs. My boobs were and are very tight – too firm – to bounce and jiggle. I don't like them. I remember one girl at school who wore low cut blouses and was always spilling over. The guys would say, 'Hey Helga, how about a wiggle waggle' and Helga would shake her shoulders – like that girl in the movie, Grease. Her boobs would jiggle and sway and the boys would go wild. I'd go home, stand in front of the mirror and shake my shoulders back and forth. Nothing Jo. They wouldn't jiggle like Helga's. Robert and I started petting about ten days after we met, and he'd put his hand under my blouse and feel my boobs, but I knew there wasn't even a handful for him. One day after I had been seeing him for almost two weeks, he put his hand under my dress and slid it up and down my inner thigh. It felt nice and I thought I better let him have sex or he'd find someone else. We went to a field near some woods and I pulled my dress up and took off my panties. He was ready immediately. I wasn't, but I let him put 'it' in anyway. Something seemed to break inside me and he jerked out and spilled his semen all over my leg. He was bloody and so was I. I wiped us off with a handkerchief, and he took me home. We saw each other only one more time. He didn't touch me 'down there', but he put his hand under my dress again and rubbed my buttocks for a few minutes. He said he liked my bottom, but he never called me again. That's my total sexual experience. I know sex terms from a book my mother gave me just before I started menstruating, but not the words you said to me. The girls at university knew I was a bookworm and they never discussed sex with me. Those crude words make me blush and feel very uncomfortable. Please don't use them." "Okay, honey, but I may slip sometime. Please forgive me in advance." Joanna admitted. "Now, what are we going to do about having sex together?" "Nothing, Jo, I just can't do it." "I'm sorry, sweet," sighed Joanna, "but I'll have to put you back on the "peg" until you can do it. I don't want to, but you leave me no choice." After breakfast, Joanna led the girl back downstairs. Lyssa didn't resist, but she was tearful. Joanna pulled the firm gel knob from the post and replaced it with a gel dildo. After lubricating the dildo, she raised it up into Lyssa's vagina and tightened the knurled ring to keep it from coming out of the girl. She lubed another length of tubing it and pushed it up into Lyssa's urethra. The girl winced, but said nothing. She looked so forlorn that Joanna ached for her. "Lyssa, please agree to have sex with me. I love you, and I don't want to abuse you. We'll just keep doing this until you agree. Eventually you'll have to, so why not give in now?" Joanna put the web belt around Lyssa's waist and fastened it to the eyebolts. "At least you won't be in danger of falling over and hurting yourself," she said. "Are you at least willing to taste my juices again, honey?" "I think so, Jo. It tasted okay. Yes, I'll do that. I didn't mind it." "Do you understand that it won't always taste the same depending on the time of month and what I eat?" "Yes, I got that impression from that article you showed me from the Internet." Lyssa giggled, "I did learn to eat vegetables that my mother wanted me to try. I understand what you meant about being stubborn." "Then why are you being stubborn about having sex with me? Lyssa didn't answer. Joanna went back upstairs. About two hours later, Lyssa pressed the intercom button and asked for a glass of water. Joanna brought it down and handed it to Lyssa. "I'm going to put my 'wet' finger in your mouth again. Okay?" Lyssa nodded her consent. "Lys, You were concerned about how I would taste, but you're willing to keep tasting me; why can't you do it directly?" "I'm not a lesbian, Jo." More than a little annoyed and frustrated, Joanna reached under her dress and panties. She was already wet in anticipation. She worked her finger around inside herself until she had gathered moisture from every part of her vagina. She reached her finger out to Lyssa's mouth and placed it on the girl's tongue. Lyssa sucked wetness from Joanna's finger until it was dry. She smiled at Joanna and said, "It did taste different from last time. It's sweet – like blood. Are you having your period?" "No, I'm in mid cycle, sweetness. How do you know what blood tastes like?" "I cut my finger on a piece of paper at school, and it started to bleed. I sucked my finger to stop the bleeding. It does taste sweet." "Is it okay if we do it again, honey? Asked Joanna. "Sure. It tastes all right." Joanna did it half a dozen more times; she would put her finger in her vagina and get it wet. Lyssa would suck her finger and then smile at Joanna to let her know it was okay. Joanna would have kept it up, but by this time, she was so turned on that she ran upstairs to her bedroom and masturbated - several times. She let Lyssa stay on the post for almost two hours but knew she'd have to take her off or the child might pass out again. She pulled the dildo and catheter out of the girl's genitals and bathed her again. She laid Lyssa on the table on some heavy towels, but this time she bent and licked the girl's clitoris until she moaned and opened her legs wide. For the first time in her thirty-seven years, Joanna was performing a sex act on another person. She bent again and slowly probed Lyssa's vagina with her tongue. She felt awkward at first but maintained a rhythm until she was able to get her entire tongue into the girl's body. She was using an in and out motion withdrawing Lyssa's secretions with each stroke of her tongue. The flavor was delicious and Joanna was on the verge of another orgasm. She pulled her tongue from the girl's vaginal canal and began licking her clitoris again. At the same time, she put two fingers into Lyssa and stroked the upper surface where she judged the G Spot to be. Lyssa pulled her knees back to her shoulders, wrapped her legs around Joanna's neck and ejaculated. Joanna had to carry the girl back into the bathroom for another shower. Joanna had Lyssa's fluid all over her face, hair, and upper body. She, too, had to shower and shampoo. Because her mouth had been open, licking the girl's clit, her mouth was filled too. She didn't swallow it all immediately, but savoring the taste, waited until she was bathing Lyssa before ingesting the rest. She didn't rinse her mouth, hoping the taste would last for a while. She couldn't remember being so happy in her entire life. Just sucking and licking Lyssa's vagina was enough for now. She'd have more patience waiting for Lyssa to eat her. For weeks, the ritual went on: Joanna would ask Lyssa to lick her; Lyssa would refuse; Joanna would put the girl "on the peg" for a while and then release her. She would feed Lyssa her secretions each time and the girl seemed almost eager to oblige, but would not relent otherwise. The two women slept together every night, cuddling and spooning; one morning, Joanna awakened to an intensely pleasurable sensation. Lyssa was sucking her nipple. Johanna could feel a reaction in her loins and she was about to orgasm. Holding back her own desires, Joanna slid down on the bed and began licking Lyssa's genitals until the girl arched her back, squealed softly, and came. Joanna had not stroked the girl's G Spot. She didn't want to soak the bed. However, down in the basement with Lyssa on her back on the table, Joanna would perform that dance and Lyssa would come and gush her fluids over both of them. Time for another shower. "Lys, I've reached the conclusion that you enjoy being 'on the peg'. Joanna conjectured. Lyssa grinned. "Well, I can't lie, the soft dildo feels good inside me especially since I'm being forced to endure it and have no choice. I can tell myself that I can't help it, so I can just stand there and enjoy. But, after an hour or so, my legs begin to cramp, and I'm in pain, and I don't enjoy that." Lyssa continued. "Jo, you know it's odd. It seems that I will do something I don't naturally want to do if I'm forced to do it, and then I don't feel guilty about it. I know you're suffering for need of sexual release and I don't want you to suffer. I have an idea. Force me to 'do your bidding'. The 'peg', as you call it, won't work; I'm too used to it, and I do like it at first. Maybe if you hurt me to the point that I can't refuse, that will overcome my natural reticence. I don't want to be hurt; I'm not a masochist, but I don't see any other way to overcome this resistance. I've eaten enough of your juices that that's not the problem. It's the lesbian act itself that I can't, of my own volition, perform. Please think about it. When you open the cabinet next to the 'peg', I can see all kinds whips and switches in there. Try one of those on me. I think I can tolerate the physical pain more than the emotional pain that I feel because I can't do what you need me to do. Force me to do what you want me to do. Then, I won't feel guilty about performing what I was brought up to believe is an immoral act. I love it when you bring me to orgasm. I'm in heaven when it happens. I want to give you that same pleasure, but I can't overcome my upbringing. I need to tell you something else, Jo. Every day I struggle to keep from trying to escape. I want so much to get married and have children that I can't possibly stay with you forever. Sometimes, in the morning, while you're still asleep, I get up, wrap a sheet around me and walk near the door. Of course, Brutus stops me. He doesn't bite or even growl. He just pins me to the spot until I walk back to your – our – bedroom. But someday, I will escape. I have to do it, Jo. I must. In the meantime, I really do want you to be happy. I do love you, but not in the way you want. I'm so sorry." ------------------------------- Readers, Again, I ask you to please identify yourselves, anonymously, but with: F/S, F/L, or F/bi. (Female/Straight; Female/Lesbian; or Female/Bisexual) when you offer feedback. Otherwise, I'll assume that you're male. The end of this chapter is weird; why would someone in this situation tell her captor to force pain on her? Joanna should have figured out by now that the peg wasn't the appropriate instrument for accomplishing her goal and tried another way. However, she has fallen deeply in love with Lyssa. Joanna also finds it weird and can't believe it, but that is Lyssa's naivete. It may be and IS actually hard to believe; however, this story is coming out of the deepest reaches of my subconscious. Later chapters dwell on this weird aberration to some degree. No one can believe that Lyssa is that naive. However, Lyssa is a strange individual. She actually wants to do Joanna's bidding once she realizes that female secretions don't necessarily taste bad, but finds she needs some way to overcome her inborn resistance and is willing to experience pain to accomplish it. She knows what it'll take to cross that line. Maybe it is a form of masochism. Changing this aspect would create a warp in what I need to write. I have no idea how to cross this barrier without Lyssa's self-destructive attitude. This is especially true now that Joanna has fallen in love with Lyssa and is not willing to think up ways to break Lyssa's spirit by herself. Lyssa continues to manifest this weird behavior to everyone's amazement - and horror. She cannot help herself. And remember, she has her own agenda. I realize that readers will find Lyssa's actions hard to swallow, but I can't change Lyssa's mindset. It is too close to home. Readers will just have to accept this as another of my idiosyncrasies. I am unable to change this aspect of the story. . Think of soldiers who charge an enemy machine gun knowing their death is certain. Read the Charge of the Light Brigade. Consider how a person will enter a burning building to save someone even at his or her own peril. Lyssa IS weird. Humans ARE weird; me included. When Lyssa met Joanna Ch. 05 "Lyssa, I can't believe what your saying. You won't have sex with me of your own accord, but you would have me beat you into submission. I can't get my head around that. I feel like I'm in some weird waking dream. Do you mean that you'd allow me to beat you without condemning me for it? I find this so bizarre that I'm not certain you actually said what I think I heard." "Jo, I can't do what you want without being forced. If you want me to do it, you'll just have to, as you said, beat me into submission. Jo, I have to be open about things. My parents taught me to be honest even though it may cause problems. I have trouble even with fibs or little white lies." "Lys, this is unreal. You are unreal. You must be pulling my chain. No one tells someone else how to get herself to cooperate -- to do something she doesn't want to do." "I do mean it, Jo. I'm willing to let you hurt me, so that I can help you. It's the only way." "You are some sort of angel. I can't believe you're real. Will you tell me if I hurt you too much?" "No, Jo, that wouldn't work. You will have to hurt me until I can't tolerate it." "Sugar plum, let's sleep on it. I have such mixed emotions right now that I think I'll explode." Joanna woke the next morning with Lyssa sucking on her nipple. She was instantly turned on. Again, she licked Lyssa to orgasm but stayed away from the girl's G Spot. "I'm ready, Jo. Can we go down to the basement?" They had breakfast. No. Lyssa had breakfast. Joanna was too agitated. You would think it was Joanna who would be beaten or ... They went down to the basement and Joanna opened the 'equipment' cabinet. "Which one of these instruments do you want me to use on you, honey?" "Which one will hurt the most and make me give in the quickest? Let's not prolong this, Jo." Jo took out a two-inch wide strap and told Lyssa to stand in the middle of the room. Lyssa clasped her hands atop her head, moved her legs apart, and braced herself. The stroke caught her at the bottom of her buttocks. She screamed, rubbed the bruised cheeks, and danced around a little. "That won't work, Jo. I feel like running to get away from the pain. Can you tie me, so I can't move?" "Yes, honey. Stay there." Joanna moved the triangular bar to a hook near the center of the room and lowered it. She cuffed Lyssa's wrists and clipped them to the ends of the bar. She pressed the winch motor button until Lyssa was lifted two inches off the floor. She picked up the belt and swung it, hitting Lyssa across her bottom again. Lyssa screamed and kicked her legs causing her to spin several times. This wasn't working either. Joanna retrieved a spreader bar from the cabinet, cuffed Lyssa's ankles, and attached them to the spreader bar. She took two, flanged eyebolts from the cabinet and pressed them into spring-loaded caps in the floor about four feet apart. She twisted and locked them into place; she fastened the spreader bar to the eyebolts and when the winch button was pressed again, Lyssa was spread eagled in mid air. Using a switch - a cane - this time, she struck Lyssa's bottom and thighs a half dozen times. Each time, Lyssa would scream which caused Joanna to cry. She couldn't bear Lyssa's shrieks. She took off her panties and stuffed them into the girl's mouth. They were drenched from Joanna's excitement and calmed Lyssa down a little. Joanna hit the girl a half dozen more times, expecting her to cry 'enough' through the panties gag, but she didn't. "Lys, I just can't hit you anymore. It's causing me as much pain as it does you. Furthermore, it's leaving welts on your ass -- bottom that probably won't fade for days if not weeks; your skin is so soft. I'm letting you down. We'll have to think of something else." Joanna began lowering the girl. When it was obvious that Lyssa's legs wouldn't hold her, Joanna draped the girl over her shoulder as she pressed the down button. When freed from the spreader bars, Lyssa rubbed her bottom and allowed herself to be carried to the table. Her eyes were wet with tears, but she wasn't crying. "Pull your knees back, honey. I'm going to eat -- lick you. Maybe that'll soothe your pain." She pushed her tongue into the girl's vagina and was rewarded with a mouthful of fluid. Lyssa was soaking wet and still pumping more. Joanna had to suck for a few minutes until Lyssa was dry enough for friction. Licking the girl's clitoris, Joanna also stroked her G Spot. On cue, Lyssa ejaculated -- over both of them. After another shower, Joanna took Lyssa back to the bedroom where she applied lotion to the girl's buttocks. She couldn't stop herself from raining kisses on the plump bottom. They curled up together and slept for several hours until they were both feeling better. However, Lyssa was no closer to pleasing Joanna than she was before the beating. She seemed to have a very high pain threshold. Later that afternoon, they returned to the basement. Lyssa looked through the cabinet and found some odd looking clips. "Maybe you won't have to beat me again. These may work, Jo." Joanna had the girl sit on the table with her feet up beside her. She nudged Lyssa's knees further apart and was about to attach the clips to the girl's pubic lips. "Lys, you have only vestiges of inner labia. I'll have to clip your outer lips." Lyssa nodded and leaned back on her elbows. Joanna clipped those tender lips and waited. "It hurts a lot, Jo, but it's not enough. I can still tolerate the pain. Clip them to my nipples." "Unbelievable," thought Joanna. "This girl is telling me how to torture her." Joanna pulled the clips from Lyssa's nether lips and applied the first one to a nipple. Lyssa shrieked and pulled the clip off. "You'll have to tie my hands, Jo. That was an automatic response." Joanna replaced the wrist cuffs and snapped the girl's hands behind her back. Again, she clipped a nipple and Lyssa's legs shot out and kicked Joanna so hard that she fell backward onto the floor. Still winded from the kick, she got up and took the clip off Lyssa's nipple. Lyssa was evidently in a lot of pain; she was crying uncontrollably. Joanna led the girl back to the triangle bar hanging from the ceiling hook. She fastened Lyssa's hands, still behind her back, to the bar causing the girl to bend over - not looking into Joanna's eyes. After fastening the girl's feet to the floor bolts and putting her panties into Lyssa's mouth, Joanna replaced the nipple clamp. Lyssa screamed through the panty gag and tried to get free. Joanna attached the second nipple clamp and Lyssa spit the panties out of her mouth and began shrieking. "Jo, enough, it's enough, I'll do what you want. Please take the clamps off. They're going to pinch my nipples off. I can't stand the pain. Please, Jo, ..." She fainted. Joanna hurriedly removed the clamps, took the girl down and carried her back to the bedroom. Lyssa awoke in the morning and inspected her nipples. She thought that they would be crushed or gone. Other than a slight soreness, they were fine. Joanna was still asleep as Lyssa moved down and, true to her word, began to kiss Joanna's genitals. She wanted to do this before Joanna woke up; she couldn't face Joanna, as she was so embarrassed that she was performing oral sex on another woman. Lyssa tentatively licked the woman's vagina, slowly and gently at first, but as it was much more pleasurable than she had anticipated, she lost herself in the moment. With almost a roar, Joanna orgasmed, waking from a dream in which Lyssa had had her smooth cheeks between Joanna's thighs and was licking her. Lyssa had to hold tight to Joanna's hips to keep from being bucked off; she continued licking Joanna's vagina. Joanna realized that she wasn't dreaming anymore and that Lyssa actually had licked her to orgasm. She sat up, pulled the young woman up to her face, began kissing her, and licking her own juices from that sweet face. She almost passed out from the emotions she was feeling. Joanna never had to hurt Lyssa again to have her 'perform'. The two women made a joke of it. When Joanna wanted oral sex from Lyssa, she would show the clips to her. Lyssa would pretend to be terrified, they would both laugh, and Lyssa would lick Joanna to orgasm. Although Lyssa was being submissive, she still was not content with her situation. She wanted to leave and control her own life. She had to escape. She yearned for marriage, children, a little house, and the proverbial white picket fence. A year went by with no change in their lives; however, Lyssa was becoming morose. She had been locked up in this house all that time. She wanted -- needed - some outside activity, but Joanna wouldn't let her out. She knew Lyssa would run away, or worse, she would run away and report the situation to the police. "Jo, we used to have such fun doing things before you took me to be your sex slave. Please, let's do some of those things again." "Sugary sweetness, how can we go out in public? I know I'd lose you." "Well, you could handcuff me to you or put a chain on my ankle." "Wouldn't that be a scandal when people saw that? Think up another way, honey. That won't work." Weeks went by with Lyssa becoming sadder. "Jo, I've been looking on the Internet for an idea, I think I've found something that might be the answer. I see where girls have their nipples pierced and have a fine gold chain attached to the nipple rings. We could do that but have the chain come down inside my blouse sleeve to a ring. I wouldn't dare escape with you holding onto that ring. I would be completely under your control and people probably wouldn't notice." "You are the oddest woman! Only you could dream up a scenario like that. However, you still might find a way to get away once we were out somewhere. There would be times when I would need both hands free like in a restaurant. No, that won't work either." Just then, Brutus let Joanne know he had to go outside. Joanne attached a heavy leather leash to his collar; Brutus knew that he was to be obedient to whoever held that leather leash. Joanne took him outside. An idea came to her as she walked the dog. She would run it by Lyssa later. "Lys, maybe your idea could work. I don't like the idea of marring your nipples, but it could be a way. Instead of me holding the ring, it could be attached to Brutus' collar by another chain. Everyone knows Brutus is well trained and even restaurants allow me to bring him with me. You would have to hold the ring connecting you to Brutus, but I doubt that anyone would notice that." Joanne wouldn't dare use the leather leash for Lyssa to hold. Joanna didn't want to take Lyssa to a piercing parlor, as she wouldn't be under her control Joanna finally found an online site that sold the paraphernalia that they'd need to pierce Lyssa's nipples. After much deliberation, tears, and angst, they decided to go through with the plan. Lyssa was eager to do it, as she could be semi-free. She could go into the outside world. Joanna was not so eager as it meant putting needles through those beautiful nipples, and she would have to remove the rings whenever she wanted to suck them. Lyssa sat on the basement table, where she had had so many gushing orgasms, and watched as Joanna sterilized the needles and rings for the umpteenth time. Strangely, she was not frightened; maybe she was a masochist. The women had read details from the Internet telling how to perform the procedure, but Joanna couldn't be sure she would be able to do it. She sighed deeply from time to time. The rings that she had gotten from online were stainless steel; however, she replaced them with gold rings from the jewelry store. From the questions that Joanne asked, the woman clerk knew what she planned to do with the rings and made suggestions. Joanna purchased two pair of them. She also bought gold chain that the clerk had shown her. She had paid a small fortune for her purchases. Joanna approached the girl with a tray containing the needed equipment and set it on the table beside Lyssa. She sat down in one of the dining chairs, took a deep breath and looked Lyssa in the eyes. "Sugary sweetness, do you still want to go through with this? I'm shaking, and you're sitting there so calmly that you could be expecting me to be caressing your lovely boobs instead of mutilating them. You would show more emotion if I were caressing them." "Jo, of course I want to go through with the piercing. I'm looking forward to it." Joanna used a marker pen to put dots where the needles would be inserted. She took one of Lyssa's ripe, succulent breasts in her hand, clamped the nipple with forceps, and picked up the needle with ring attached. She placed the needle point on the dot and breathed deeply. She took the forceps off the nipple. "Sugar plum, I just can't bring myself to put the needle into your nipple." "Jo, you found the strength to shove that pole into my vagina and push the catheter into my urethra. You were able to whip me. The clamps you put on my nipples hurt worse than I believe the needle will. Please put the rings in. I am so anticipating going outside this house. Please do it." Again, Joanna took that sweet breast in her hand, clamped it again, and placed the needle against the dot. She didn't want to take overlong to pierce the nipple, but she didn't want to make a mistake either. Holding her breath and steadying herself, she pushed the needle through the lovely nipple, followed by the gold ring. Lyssa winced, but Joanna had cried out. Not wanting to lose her nerve, Joanna quickly held the Lyssa's other breast, clamped the nipple, pushed the needle through, and seated the ring. She followed up by fastening the rings with gold, ruby covered, balls. The rubies were real and had been drilled to house the gold fastener inside. Joanna was wiped out. Lyssa jumped off the table and went to the mirror. "Jo, I love them. They're beautiful. My nipples are a little sore, but not too much." Jo felt like fainting. "Sugar, I can't expect you to have gone through this ordeal without my doing it, too. You're going to pierce me as well. I bought two more rings for me. I'm ten times as nervous as you were, but I have to do this." "Be gentle with me," she joked. Joanna's breasts were larger than Lyssa's and sagged just a little. Lyssa had sucked on those nipples every morning upon awakening -- and many other times. It was one thing she heartily enjoyed in this enforced lesbian relationship. "Oh, Jo, no," she cried. "They'll get in the way when I want to suckle." "I'll take them out at bedtime or any other time you want to suck. Okay?" "Alright, but I'm not happy about it." Lyssa proceeded along the same lines that Joanna had in piercing her. She was able to pierce the older woman's larger nipples more easily. She didn't seem to have qualms about pushing the needles through Joanna's flesh. However, Joanna felt a lot of pain as the needles and rings went through her nipples. She felt that she deserved the pain. They stood side by side in front of the mirror admiring their new body jewelry. Joanna asked the girl if she wanted her belly button pierced, but Lyssa said no. The nipple piercing, although the rings delighted her, had been a means to an end. A few days later, they attached a short chain between Lyssa's nipple rings. Lyssa waggled her shoulders back and forth causing her now weighted breasts to jiggle and the chain to jingle. She laughed with glee, clapped her hands, and said she was now like Helga. Joanna made a face and shook her head. She thought Lyssa looked like a child and sometimes acted like one. Perhaps it was Lyssa's childlike demeanor that so endeared her to Joanna. She felt overcome with love for the girl. "God's in his heaven; all's right with the world" never had such meaning for her. She now had everything she wanted in life -- except Lyssa's happiness. Her mixed emotions played havoc with her. ---- Dear readers, this story has taken on a life of its own. I am trying desperately to conclude it, but as you can see, I am not successful in that endeavor. I had anticipated writing only three chapters. Now it's five and the story isn't over yet. Hang in there, I'm trying very hard to give you a conclusion. When Lyssa met Joanna Ch. 06 "You know, my sugary sweetness, I love seeing you wear the nipple rings and chain. It's very sexy and I like the idea that you're chained to me -- figuratively, of course. We'll practice with Brutus until you're comfortable with the idea that he's chained to your tits, uh, breasts." Lyssa held one end of the chain to her breasts and let the other end dangle down the sleeve of her blouse until it was within her grasp. Joanna measured how long it would have to be and took it back to the jewelers. She had the jeweler fasten a ring about an inch and a half in diameter on one end, cut the chain to measurement, and add a very small snap fastener to the other end. He showed Joanna how the snap worked. It was a bit complicated. When Joanna left the shop, the woman clerk smiled and nodded at her. Joanna hoped the woman was not a gossip. Actually, it might be an advantage if she were. Everyone would know that Lyssa belonged to her. No. That wouldn't be fair to Lyssa. She also bought a wide, gold ankle chain for Lyssa; the chain had several linked rubies and a gold plate that would have Joanna's name engraved on it. The anklet would be sent to the house when it was finished. It was to be Lyssa's slave bracelet. Lyssa was eager to try out the chain. There was a little play in the length of it but still worked out well. They fastened Brutus' chain leash to the ring and Lyssa, holding the ring with two fingers through it, paraded around the house getting used to the setup. The following day, the two women and Brutus walked around the block twice, giving Lyssa her first outing in over a year. She was practically dancing with joy. Brutus kept looking up at her, wondering what the fuss was all about. He and Joanna took this walk every day. That weekend, the three of them went to a movie house where Joanna was known and Brutus was allowed in with them. Next, they went to a restaurant, and again Brutus was allowed in. Everywhere they went, Brutus was allowed to accompany them. Lyssa wondered how that could be until she recalled that the name of the town was Mackey, the same as Joanna's last name. There had to be a connection. Joanna was the town celebrity and had been so since she was born to Celia and Ken Mackey, the son of the previous owner of half the town. The Mackeys no longer owned as much property but still quite a bit; Joanna owned half of that property and what the rest brought in when liquidated after the elder Mackey, his wife, and Celia's parents all died in Mackey's private plane crash when Joanna was very young. No one refused entrance to Joanna and Brutus. When the ankle bracelet arrived, Lyssa put it on and pranced back and forth in front of the mirror. She loved it; she didn't mind that it marked her as belonging to Joanna. She thought she would always wear it even after she gained her freedom. Maybe her husband wouldn't understand, but she could have the plate with Joanna's name turned, so it couldn't be read. She could have her husband's name engraved on the visible side. Then she would belong to both of them. Joanna took Lyssa everywhere. She introduced the girl to all her friends whom she had been avoiding for the past year. Joanna took Lyssa to her country club, the best restaurants, museums, and the theater. Brutus was welcomed everywhere. Often he had a seat to himself. Lyssa had never been to such lavish places and was delighted. All of Joanna's friends welcomed Lyssa and congratulated Joanna on her extraordinary good luck in finding the beautiful girl and having her as a companion. Some of them noted that Lyssa always held Brutus' chain and commented on it but not to Joanna. Joanna was princess in this town. One or two of her more catty friends were jealous. One had the nerve to say out loud in front of a group of ladies that Joanna went around with her male dog and her bitch. She found herself persona non grata in the town's inner social circles from then on. No one else made that mistake. One day, as they were having lunch at a sidewalk café, Lyssa looked up to see a familiar face approaching them. She tried to hide by putting the menu in front of her. She didn't want anyone she knew to recognize her. The woman and her companion came right up to the table and said, "Hi, Joanna, Miss Dawn. How are you?" Lyssa recognized them as the owners of the private school she had worked for over a year ago. She felt her face burning and wanted to disappear. "Hi Mom," answered Joanna. "We're fine. Hello Karla. Lyssa, I'd like you to meet my mother, Celia, and my aunt, Karla. Well, Karla's not actually my aunt, but I think of her that way. I've know her since I was an infant." "Hello, Lyssa," said Karla. "I wondered what happened to you when you didn't apply for a teaching job the following semester. I see that Joanna has been hiding you all this time." Lyssa stammered something that she was never able to recall. The two older women sat down at the table and the waiter was right there with menus. After fifteen minutes or so, Lyssa was unable to get her tongue under control and able to join the conversation. In fact, she was able to make some suggestions about the school. She immediately turned red and apologized for her temerity. The women laughed, told her not to apologize, and thanked her for the suggestions. "Lyssa, we appreciate teachers who think outside the box. If you ever get tired of running around with my daughter, we'll welcome you back to the school. Some of your students still ask about you. They really like you. We were all impressed with your abilities. In fact, even if you don't get tired of Joanna, we'd welcome you back. Well, Lyssa, Joanna, our lunch break is over. We don't want to set a bad example for the rest of the staff. Lyssa, it's been nice seeing you again. Make this reclusive daughter of mine bring you to see us occasionally." Celia and Karla patted Brutus' head and left the café. They said nothing about the chain from the dog's color to Lyssa's sleeve. Lyssa had been using both hands to eat. Lyssa hit Joanna with the menu and admonished her for not telling about her mother and the school. "When Dad died, Mom bought the school with money he left her -- us. When I was in my late twenties, Mom and Karla moved into my father's old loft apartment and gave me the house that Mom and Dad had lived in after they were married. Lyssa, you're going to hear all kinds of stories of my father's drinking and womanizing. Unfortunately, except for some embellishment, they are all true. Please don't judge Mom and me by what you hear. However, maybe this apple didn't fall far from the tree. Look how I've treated you. Let's go home. I've had enough for one day." On the way home, a black cat ran in front of them. Brutus followed it with his eyes but didn't change course. Lyssa gasped and turned ashen. She took a few deep breaths and continued walking with the dog and Joanna. Arriving home, Lyssa had Joanna unclip the chain from her breasts; she didn't know how to do it herself. When Joanna realized the girl was distraught, she asked Lyssa if she were okay. When Lyssa told her it was the black cat incident that bothered her, Joanna chided her for being superstitious. "No, Joanna, I'm not superstitious. For the past few months, I've been very comfortable with the chain arrangement, but today --, what if Brutus had chased that cat? He's very strong. I wouldn't have been able to stop him with that little ring. He would have ripped my blouse off and torn my nipples to shreds. I know he's well behaved, but I'll have that vision in my head anyway. We have to find another way to handle this. I can't ask you to trust me because I will escape if I get the chance. I'm sorry, Joanna. I've really enjoyed getting out and going around with you." After the taste of semi-freedom, little Lyssa began to pace around the house like a lost soul. She pleaded with Joanna to find another way that they could go out together. Their sex life was marginalized by Lyssa's unhappiness at being housebound again. She would cry herself to sleep at night and stopped sucking Joanna nipples in the morning. When Joanna licked her vagina, Lyssa's mind was elsewhere and she couldn't orgasm. Joanna stopped asking the girl to perform cunnilingus on her. Though Lyssa knew that Joanna loved seeing her with the nipple rings and connecting chain, she took them off. Joanna removed her rings, too. The girl was naked around the house, but longed to wear clothes and go out. They were both miserable, but Joanna was stubborn, too, and wouldn't take Lyssa out for fear of losing her. The next morning, Joanna awoke and not finding Lyssa in bed, went to look for her. Brutus had her pinned to the wall next to the kitchen door. She was wearing a bed sheet wrapped around her and was wearing Joanna's slippers. Both women started to cry. "Lyssa, you thought up the nipple chains. I would never have imposed them on you if you hadn't volunteered. I can't think of anything that would restrict you, but I'm willing to listen if you come up with an idea. You got the nipple ring thingy from the 'net'. Try to find something else or figure something out. I don't want to keep you pent up in the house, but I honestly can't think of anything." "I thought of wearing the chain around my waist, but I realized you wouldn't accept that. It would break before it would restrict me. Joanna, I'll shrivel up and die if we can't go out again." A week later, Lyssa came into Joanna's home office all excited. She had been on the Internet again and thought she had an answer to their dilemma. "Jo, I googled the nipple ring sites again and found something that might work, but maybe you're too squeamish to follow through. Will you at least listen until I'm finished before you say 'no' out of hand?" "My sugary sweetness, of course I'll listen to what you have to say. I want to resolve this problem as much as you do. I feel worse than I did before you agreed to be my... How shall I refer to you: My mistress, or do only men have mistresses? I'm probably the 'Mistress' because you're my captive. And no, I don't want you to call me 'Mistress'. One of my friends asked me if you were my inamorata. I had to look it up in the dictionary. It means a woman with whom you are in love or have an intimate relationship - and that's exactly what you are. My precious inamorata. I even had thoughts of telling my friends that you are my precious inamorata. I love you so much, Lyssa. I'm sorry. I'm babbling because I'm afraid of what you're going to tell me. Okay, I'm listening, what's your new plan?" "Well, you know how you -- uh --we put the rings in my breasts. I saw, on line, how some women wear rings and things in their pubic lips and..." "Stop right there, Lyssa. You were right. I don't want to hear this. I mutilated your nipples. I'm not going to do that to any other part of your body, especially your puss, uh, genitals. No. I don't want to hear any more." Joanna got up from the computer and rushed into the kitchen. She bent over the counter and wept with guilt at what she was doing to Lyssa. She felt like her life was being ripped apart. She had been so happy a while back and now everything was turning to ashes. Lyssa followed Joanna into the kitchen. "Jo, you're going to listen whether you want to or not. If you don't, I'm going to walk out that door naked. At this point, I don't care if Brutus bites me or not. I'll turn my rear toward him and let him bite my bottom. There's a lot of meat there that he can chew on. Maybe he won't go for my throat or abdomen." Joanna looked at the childlike girl, and half crying and half laughing, she agreed to listen. She could just picture Brutus clinging to Lyssa's round butt cheeks. She would stop crying, start to laugh, and start crying again. Her emotions had her in chaos. She herself had bitten Lyssa's bottom many time in the last few months, gently, but with extreme pleasure and she wanted the chance to do it again. She ran water over a washcloth, folded it and held it against her eyes. They were red and sore. Blindfolded, she missed the chair she had planned to sit on and found herself sitting on the floor. Lyssa sat down on the floor beside her and began her explanation. They would put rings through her labia and run the gold chain to Brutus' leash. Lyssa wanted to use the leather leash because she could hold it more easily than the chain leash because it had a heavy plaited handle. If Brutus were to bolt, he would have to drag Lyssa, as there was no way she'd let go of that leash. She wanted Joanna to buy her several skirts with slits up both sides so that she could move the chain from side to side. She thought this was a brilliant idea and wanted to put the plan into action immediately. Joanna brought her down to earth by telling the girl that the 'requirements' would have to be ordered. She reminded Lyssa that she had no inner lips to speak of and the links would have to go through her outer labia. That could be excruciating painful. She wanted Lyssa to think long and hard about going through that ordeal. The girl would have time to think about it before they purchased the paraphernalia. Joanna could see that Lyssa was emphatic about making this happen, but she was having misgivings even before the plan could be put into action. Firstly, it would be very painful when the rings were inserted; secondly, it would mar that perfect body; thirdly, it might not work. Further, by letting Lyssa use the heavy leather leash, Brutus would be under her control. Joanna wasn't about to tell Lyssa the secret, but if Lyssa tried to walk out, Brutus wouldn't stop her. That leash told him whom to obey. Possibly, she could have Doctor Janssen do the procedure, but she had her doubts that he would. She also had her doubts that she could go through with the operation. She desperately wanted to please Lyssa and, in so doing, please herself. When Lyssa was happy, she was happy. Another thought came to her. Karla had been an emergency room nurse before she and Celia opened the school. Could she ask Karla? How would she explain it? Would Karla do it? Joanna fell asleep that night, holding Lyssa in her arms, but with her head spinning with all kinds of negative thoughts. Why wasn't Lyssa just a bit more concerned about the pain she would have to endure? Why was she feeling more apprehensive than Lyssa? Joanna woke up the next morning with Lyssa sucking her nipple. The girl was so excited that she might be allowed to leave the house again that she couldn't calm down. She even had an orgasm when Joanna licked her vagina. Joanna hadn't told her about Karla, yet. Lyssa expected Joanna to insert the rings as she had in Lyssa's nipples. She danced around the house all day, only stopping long enough to hug Joanna and give her long, sloppy kisses. Joanna loved watching that beautiful waif dance naked. Now, if she found the nerve to ask Karla, and Karla agreed to do it, maybe their lives would be back on track again. "Lys, I need to discuss the labia rings with you. I don't think I can stick those things in you, but I have an alternate suggestion. My Aunt Karla was a nurse for a number of years, and I'm planning on asking her if she would perform the operation." "Why are you making such a big deal out of it, Jo? I'm the one who should be apprehensive, but I want to do it, so we can get out and do things again. Don't you want to be able to have fun?" "Sugary sweetness, I have fun just being with you, but, yes, I was always on the go before you came along and turned me into a recluse. I don't really care anymore if I do anything else but be with you. You're my everything. I'm madly in love with you, darling. I feel about you like my Dad's women felt about him - addicted. Maybe I'm atoning for him. Just agree to let me talk to Karla. Okay?" "Goody. By the way, how can Karla be your aunt? She looks to be about your age." "Goody? Goody? How old are you, really? Am I robbing the cradle? Karla is so drop dead gorgeous that she looks twenty years younger than she really is. She's about fifty-five or fifty-six, about a year younger than my mother. I have pictures of her in her late teens and twenties. She was an absolute knockout. She used to be my dad's mistress. I think that Dad would have eventually married Karla if Mom hadn't gotten pregnant with me; Dad's father made him marry Mom. Mom's very pretty, but she can't compete with Karla. Karla could have any man she wanted, but she was so much in love with Dad that she has never been able to accept another man. Half the women in this town were smitten with Dad and still carry a torch. He used them, beat them, and treated them like dirt, but they still came back for more. I think his abuse just made them try harder to make him want them. I'm not being disloyal to Dad. I just know the truth about him. I actually saw how he tortured women because he made me watch. He made me watch when he abused Mom, too. Mom told me that he never showed anyone any love and affection. He just used them." "Oh, I'm so sorry, Jo. My life was so different. We didn't have much money, but I was pampered and just about drowned with love from my parents. My life turned upside down when they died. About Karla, if you are quite sure you can't put the rings in my labia, then, yes, I'd agree to have her do it. We have to do it, Jo. We have to or I'll fade away. I must go outside." "Okay, doll, this is the way I've thought of to break the ice with her. I'll tell her that you are adamant about being pierced, and you plan to have it done at one of those sleazy adult places. I'll say that I'm concerned that you'll get an infection, and I don't know how to stop you. Maybe she'll volunteer. She used to sew up wounds and such when she worked in the ER; there were never enough doctors in our small hospital, and she had to do what they would have normally done. She's not squeamish. She has repaired damage that my father inflicted on his women -- and damage they inflicted on each other. I'll broach the subject; keep your fingers crossed that she 'takes the bait". ========= Well readers, I've doubled my intended output, but the story still won't let me go. I'm emotionally drained. I feel that I'm in the story experiencing this whole thing, and there's still no end in sight. Bear with me; it has to end sometime. When Lyssa met Joanna Ch. 07 "Hello Aunt Karla..." "Hello, Joanna, whom do you want rubbed out?" "Wha...what are you talking about?" "Jo, ever since you were twelve years old, the only times you ever called me Aunt Karla, instead of just Karla, were when you wanted something. Now I know you can't possibly need money; you can't possibly need an abortion; you don't need my permission to get a tattoo; what else could you possibly want besides finding someone to take out a contract on someone you don't like?" "Er, no, uh, Karla." She laughed, swallowed hard and said, "Well, I just thought. I mean..." "Jo, why am I the only person in the world to whom you find it difficult to be direct? Lord knows you're never tongue-tied when you are lashing out at some poor soul in this town. Everyone is afraid to cross your path because you are 'so direct'. Now spit it out. What do you want of me?" "WellKarla,Lyssawantstogetherpubespiercedatoneofthoseadultpiercingparlorsintown,andI'mafraidshe'llgetaninfectionbutshe'sadamantandIdon'tknowhowtostopherandIneedyour advice." "Jeez Louise, I haven't the slightest clue as to what you just said. Take all the marbles out of your mouth and talk slowly. You don't have to be afraid of what I'll think. Not only do I have a thick, but fantastically gorgeous, skin, but also I've seen and heard it all. Nothing, but nothing, can surprise or shock me. Now, start again. Once more, without gusto." Joanna told Karla what she had planned to say. "Jo, you're not asking for advice. You want me to do the honors. Be honest; isn't that the reason you called me? However, I take it back about never being surprised. What you want me to do is shocking. I guess I hadn't heard everything. And NO, I won't mutilate that sweet child. We know she won't go to one of those sleazy dives, and there aren't any upscale places like that in Mackey. There are good, clean, health conscious places in large cities that you could take her to if you can't talk her out of doing that to herself. In fact, I'll talk to her and convince her of the insanity of such a thing. When can I come over, sit her down, and scare the bejabbers out of her?" "It just won't work, Karla. Once she's made up her mind; no one is going to talk her out of it. In the meantime, she's making us both miserable. Why are relationships so damned difficult?...And don't bother trying to answer that. Anyway, I have to go and pull her down off the chandelier. Thanks for listening. Bye." "Karla, Karla, it's Lyssa. Joanna told me that you wouldn't put the rings in my labia. Please Karla. I know you don't know me very well, but I just have to have this procedure. I'll lie down on the floor and throw a tantrum if I can't have it. I'll beat my hands and head to a pulp. Hmmm, I'm joking, of course; I'm not a child; however, I am contemplating doing it myself if neither you nor Jo will do it. I've read the directions that came with the needles and the rings Jo bought from the jewelry store. Please reconsider, please. I'll never ask you for another favor. Oops. Gotta go. Jo's coming back upstairs." "Lyssa, you know you're not supposed to use the phone. To whom were you talking?" "I was... I was just calling 'time' information." "You needed the time, why? Do you have a hot date?" "No Joanna," she laughed. "Okay, I was trying to get Karla to reconsider. I'm sorry.' "Don't be sorry, sugary sweetness. It's okay. What did she say?" "I hung up before she could say NO again. Oh, Joanna, what am I going to do?" "What are we going to do, you mean? Remember, I'm just as unhappy as you are." Morning and Lyssa is suckling. Jo is thinking that she can feel the tug in her womb; this is the closest she'll ever be to having a baby at her breast. This woman child is her precious baby: woman-child-baby all wrapped up in one beautiful package. Joanna is in a state of ecstasy - on cloud nine; someone is knocking at the door, and she comes down to earth. She tells Lyssa to "unsnopple", so she can get dressed and answer the door. Lyssa, keeping her lips tight, pulls off of Jo's nipple making a sucking, slurping, kissing sound. Then she runs to the front door, looks through the 'peephole', and is about to open the door to Celia and Karla; Brutus lets out a low grr; Lyssa takes her hand off the doorknob and backs against the wall. Jo, in a robe, is walking across the entryway, as Celia unlocks the door and the two women walk in. Karla looks at Brutus who has his muzzle practically in Lyssa's loins. "Well, it appears that you're going to have Brutus bite the holes to put rings in. You don't need us, so we'll go back home." Everyone except Brutus gets the joke, and the women giggle. "Yes, Lyssa, we'll do the procedure. We don't want you to get a sore neck trying to see what you're doing to those cute pubic lips. And they are cute. Why are you naked, by the way? I know you're not working, but why can't Jo, at least, buy you a shorty nightgown or a robe? Where are your clothes? And why do you answer the door naked, but unashamedly?" Lyssa blushes all the way down to her knees and tries to answer Karla. "Well, I don't have any clothes; I mean no clothes to speak of; I mean they're all in the laundry; oh, oooh, I like to be naked and Jo likes me to be naked." Lyssa starts to cry. She is concerned that Jo is embarrassed, and she doesn't want to be the cause of that embarrassment. "Never mind, child," offers Celia. "I can see why Jo wants you naked. I would, too, if you were my lover." Karla punches Celia's arm lightly and hisses: "traitor." Karla hefts the black medical bag she is carrying and asks where the operating room is. Jo hasn't thought of that and stammers, "Well, not in the basement. That is NOT the place this is going to happen. What about the dining room table? We can put several heavy towels on it and do it there. I mean you can do it there. I'm not even going to watch. I'd just cry and distract you. I want you to have your full attention on what you're doing." The women get the table and paraphernalia ready, and Jo scoops up Lyssa and places her on the towels. Jo's heart is pumping wildly. You would think it was she who was about to be 'needled'. Karla and Celia scrub up and paint Lyssa's lower lips with an antiseptic. Using a marker pen, Karla puts dots on Lyssa's lips where the needles will enter. Jo runs down to the basement and sits on a leather chair; then she hears Lyssa scream, so she closes and locks the steel soundproof door to the stairwell; then she puts her fingers in her ears. Tears are flowing down her cheeks. She adores Lyssa and can't stand the thought of her being in pain. She thinks back of impaling the girl on the post; sticking the catheter in her urethra; beating the poor girl with whips; and putting the damned clips on those tender nipples. She remembers how it felt when she pushed needles through those sweet nipples. She is thoroughly ashamed of herself for making the child suffer. Since she was ten years old, she has not cried so frequently. Lyssa has cried a lot, too. Was their relationship going to be based on tearful situations? She hopes not. Now, Lyssa is suffering more because Joanna won't take her out in public without being chained. Like Brutus. Like a dog. She is unaware that she has been holding her breath until her chest begins to hurt. She thinks to herself, "Lyssa, my sweet, adorable baby, I'm going to make it up to you. I love you so much. Why do I have to hurt you? Why can't I be a better lover? I'd do anything in the world for you if only you could love me. I'll do anything in the world for you even if you don't love me." Someone is knocking on the metal door. Jo looks at her watch; its been just under an hour since she left the women upstairs and Lyssa was about to have her pubic lips pierced; could they have finished by now? Nooo. Oh dear lord, Lyssa has died on the 'operating' table. I want to die, too. Please, dear lord, don't let anything happen to my sweet baby. Jo is beside herself with grief." When she opens the door, Celia and Karla are standing there with grim expressions on their faces. "What's happened? Is Lyssa okay? What's wrong? You look like something bad has happened. Please let Lyssa be okay" "Calm down, Jo. Lyssa is fine. A little uncomfortable, but she's fine. She's asleep in your bed. The procedure was really nothing. We're unhappy about what's been happening to her here in this house. We noticed the holes in her nipples, so we checked her over for other evidence of abuse. When we turned her over to check her bottom, she knew what we were looking for and said, 'The whip marks faded a long time ago.' Have you been abusing her? Are you following in your father's footsteps? We want an explanation, a full explanation of what's been going on in this house. If you don't come clean, we'll take Lyssa with us when we leave. We've seen too much abuse of women in this basement. We won't put up with any more." Jo stared at them for a few minutes trying to think back at how all this began. She told them about taking Lyssa to be her sex toy, and how she tried to shock the girl into doing her bidding. She told them everything she did to the girl: the post, the beatings, the clamps, and the piercing of Lyssa's nipples. She said the post was her idea to force Lyssa to have sex with her, and that it didn't work. Jo explained that somewhere along the line, she fell in love with the child and wouldn't have hurt her again for the world. She insisted that the beatings and nipple clamps were Lyssa's idea, so that she could salve her conscience in order to perform oral sex on another woman – on Jo. She explained how Lyssa wanted her nipples pierced, so that they could go out in public and how that worked awhile until Lyssa became frightened lest Brutus bolt. She described how Lyssa thought up the labia piercing for the same reason. She was desperate to have a life outside the house. Her mother and Karla were skeptical that Lyssa asked for the abuse and piercing of her own body, but Jo told them to ask Lyssa when Jo wasn't around. She said that Lyssa was a very unusual, strait-laced girl and didn't lie; not even little white lies. Celia and Karla said they would do just that because they still couldn't believe that Lyssa had described how she wanted to be tortured. She evidently wasn't masochistic. She had not gotten any joy from the labia piercing. She had gritted her teeth and cried softly when the needles entered her flesh. She had passed out momentarily when Karla closed the rings. Karla asked Jo where she bought the gold rings. She was amazed when Jo told her about the local jewelry store. Jo had picked the rings from a fairly large selection. They were gold with a ruby, a real ruby, at the bottom of the ring. They had been expensive; however, Jo wanted nothing cheaper. The woman at the jewelry store had told Jo that they had quite a few requests for nipple and labia rings and so kept the selection. Karla asked Jo if she had realized that the needles probably caused Lyssa a great deal of pain. Jo went into hysterics. She screamed and pulled her hair. When Karla told Jo how to take care of the piercings with sea salt soaks, Jo was absolutely grief-stricken. She blamed herself for all of Lyssa's suffering. "Listen, Jo," said Celia. "I understand how badly you wanted – want Lyssa and I don't blame you, but you've kidnapped her and imprisoned her against her will. Are you aware that when she eludes your grubby little hands, she will probably report you? You will spend a long time in prison and all your money and status in this town won't protect you. In fact, there are some of your jealous friends who would love to see you in jail. I can't condone your continued keeping that young woman, but as I said, I do understand. I've seen so many women being used right here in this basement when it was a cold dank 'dungeon', and later when we had it finished and decorated. What you've done is nothing new, but I thought we'd seen the end of using this basement as a torture chamber. I won't try to stop you from keeping Lyssa, even if I could accomplish that, but I repeat, I don't condone it. You must realize that your brush will tar Karla, the school, and me when this comes out. Please think this through. Let her go, Jo. You know the old adage about letting someone go, and if they love you, they will return. If Lyssa loves you, she will come back to you." "Oh Mom," Jo cried, "Lyssa is straight and wants a normal family: a husband, children, and the white picket fence. She wouldn't return. She has told me that she will not stop trying to escape, but my feelings for her are so great, I cannot let her go. Forgive me, Mom, Karla, for dragging you into my crazy yearning world, but I can't help myself. That girl upstairs is my whole life. I want nothing else. Again, after I tried to shock her into giving me sex, I fell so deep in love with her that I am addicted – obsessed with her. No. I won't let her go." "Okay, honey, you deserve the life you want. You've been celibate much too long. Yes, We know you haven't had a sexual relationship in the past. Karla and I will just have to roll with the punches. We'll back you all the way, but again, we warn you: This may not play out well. By the way, you've had Lyssa for over a year now. That poor child must be bored out of her mind being cooped up in this house." "Mom, that 'poor child' has the busiest day you can imagine. She turned twenty-three about six weeks after I took her. She wanted books for a birthday present, and I set up accounts for her at Amazon, a few other online bookstores, and PayPal. There's a steady stream of books coming here and she devours them. We – she subscribes to several magazines like Scientific American, the New England Journal of Medicine, Time, and newspapers like the Wall Street Journal, the New York Times, and I don't know what else. She says that she never had the time before to read what she wanted to read. University was fine, but too narrow for her. That 'poor child' is brilliant. You educated me very well, but she can run rings around me. She wants to be a doctor and an engineer. She has dreams of combining those and doing biomedical engineering. When she doesn't have her nose in a book, she's on the Net researching. She has taken pre-med courses, on line. She spends hours on the exercise equipment. When she's not searching cookbooks for new recipes that she makes, calling them organic chemistry, she's romping around the house with Brutus; they wrestle around on the floor. I swear that dog loves her as much as I do, but he still won't let her leave the house. I would imagine that he's a bit conflicted. She may be housebound, but bored? Unlikely. I'm overwhelmed at the energy she expends. I get tired just watching her. And no, she's not completely naked all the time. She ordered some wraparound towel thingies with Velcro to hold them on. She's sexier than ever with those covering her lower body like a skirt. She dances and prances, and I watch her breasts bobble and I get so horny, I drag her into the bedroom a couple times a day and... Neither of us is bored, Mom. When she turned twenty-four, I took her out to places she wanted to go, like to the library and museums. That's when we met you at the outdoor café." The women left the basement and went up to Jo and Lyssa's bedroom. The girl remained asleep when Jo lifted the bed covers and looked at Lyssa's pubes. She gasped and dropped the covers. Lyssa's lips were swollen and there were traces of blood on them. Karla assured Joanna that everything was fine. The insertions had gone without a hitch. Karla had squeezed each of the girl's nether lips with Foerster sponge forceps that had an oval opening at the end of each arm. That's when Lyssa screamed at first, but she held her breath after that and toughed out the rest of the ordeal. She was a very good patient. The needles had gone through her pinched lips without too much effort, followed by the rings. Lyssa had steeled herself for the needles and relaxed after the insertion. However, she had flinched when Karla fastened the rings and fainted for a few seconds. Then she had smiled and said, "That wasn't too bad." But Karla knew it had been very painful. She had not used anything to dull the pain during the procedure, but had given Lyssa a couple of Tylenol with codeine afterwards, and after a few minutes, the girl relaxed and fell asleep. Karla and Celia carried her to the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed. They covered her and went to see Jo. The whole procedure took less than an hour. After telling Jo how to take care of the rings, Karla and Celia left. Jo sat by Lyssa's side until she woke. "It hurt, Jo. It hurt a lot. When Karla wiggled the clamp off the rings, I couldn't bear the pain. I didn't tell her because she was doing her best, and I had tricked her into doing the operation. It still hurts a lot." Jo, I'd like something to drink and maybe something to eat. I'm sorry to be such a baby about this. I swear I won't be any trouble." "My sugary sweetness, you're no trouble. Think about this: When you feel better, we'll go out on the town. We'll go and do anything you want to do. Karla said you'll be fine tomorrow, Thursday, and this weekend, we'll paint the town red." Morning and Lyssa was suckling. Jo orgasmed. "I never realized I could come by having my nipples sucked; it was quite an experience. Unfortunately, I soaked the bed. I gushed like you do, darling. My first time." When Jo scooted down to lick Lyssa, she first licked off the vestiges of blood. Before she could lick between the girl's labia, Lyssa made a request: "Jo, pull the rings to the side so that my opening is exposed. Tell me what it looks like." "Honey, that'll hurt you. I don't want you to have any more pain." "Jo, it doesn't seem to hurt that much today. It's okay. You won't hurt me. Pull the rings apart, please." Jo pulled the rings. She started to describe Lyssa's genitals, but Lyssa stopped her and asked for a mirror. She seemed to be very pleased with what she was looking at. "Jo, my vaginal canal is wide open when you pull the rings. Can you put your tongue in it now?" "Sugar, I'd put my whole face in you if I could. Your cun – vagina is very inviting. Stop talking and let me tongue fu – lick you." With that, Jo pushed her tongue deep into Lyssa's body. Lyssa lifted her lower torso up into Jo's face and pulled Jo's head closer to her. It took her three minutes to orgasm. She seemed to be always on the verge of orgasm. She had soaked the bed even more; she soaked herself and Jo, too. She laughed a wonderful laugh and jumped out of bed. "Jo, we have to start getting ready for our outing. Can you get the slit skirts for me? Please, Jo. Now?" Three hours later, Jo returned with a half dozen skirts of different lengths and types; each one had double slits that reached Lyssa's thighs. Lyssa was ecstatic. While Joanna made lunch, Lyssa used Jo's sewing machine. "Look Jo, I sewed strong button holes into the junction of each slit and put small, strong rings through the button holes. We can run a chain through the rings in my piercings to the slit rings and connect a short chain from the slit rings to Brutus' heavy leather leash. Oh, Jo, I'm so thrilled that we're going out that I'm walking on air." She felt her days of cabin fever were over. Joanna wasn't too thrilled about Lyssa holding Brutus' control leash. The next day, Friday, Lyssa was prancing nude around the house with the gold chain through her pubic rings. She had fastened the clips that would normally be snapped on the slit rings, together. The chain dangled about six or seven inches down between her legs. As she danced around, the chain would slide back and forth through the pubic rings. After a while, Lyssa's face reddened, and she stopped dancing. When Lyssa met Joanna Ch. 07 "Lys, what's the matter, darling? Do the rings hurt?" asked Joanna. "No, Jo. It's worse than that. The vibration of the moving chain through the rings has brought me close to orgasm. What if that happens while we're out? Oh, Joanna, it might spoil everything. Why can't things ever go right?' Her face clouded up. "Sweet baby, it's no problem at all. I'll take care of that little situation whenever it pops up. Sit up on the table." When Lyssa was on the table, Joanna dropped to her knees and bent to Lyssa's loins. Lyssa was already so close to orgasm that she went over the top in minutes. "Oh, that's so much better, but we can't do that when we're out in public, can we?" "Doll, we can just go powder our noses. We'll go into a stall and we'll get your rocks off. Sorry, I have a difficult time sticking to your technical terms. I'll give you release as often as you need it. I love doing that little chore for you almost as much as I love you. Lys, Karla and Mom jumped all over me for torturing and beating you. Lys, I am so sorry I've hurt you in the past. I'll never hurt you again, ever. I love you too much. All I want to do is give you pleasure. Please believe me." "Jo, I have a confession to make. When you put me on the post, I actually enjoyed it at first. It stirred up all kinds of sexual fantasies that I never had before, and it felt good up inside me. The knob felt good, but that, er, dildo felt better. When you were not around, I would squirm around on the dildo and slide up and down on it, just a couple of inches, but enough to fantasize that it was a man's penis going in and out. I never had an orgasm, but it felt great. I didn't like the catheter up inside me at first. It hurt and scared me. Then, my legs would start to cramp if you left me stuck on the post too long. But my fantasies were delicious; I really enjoyed them. I was a little sad when you stopped putting me on the post. After we go out a few times, I'd like you to put me back 'on the peg', as you call it, sometimes, but for only about twenty minutes each time. That's the longest I can fantasize, feel good, and not start to hurt. Being on the post for a long time is maddening. My legs cramp and my knees feel like they're going to buckle." "You little scamp. And all that time I thought I was torturing and shocking you to get you to agree to be my sex toy. You played your part very well. I never knew you weren't struggling. I guess you would never have agreed to do my bidding using that ploy. I ought to turn you over my knee and spank your cute little bubble butt, uh, bottom." "I wouldn't mind that at all, Jo. When you beat my bottom with the whips and straps, the first few strokes were sensuous or is that sensual – I never can remember the difference, but they started to really hurt after about a dozen. I would never have given in with the beatings either. Even though the strokes hurt like the devil, after a while, I would get close to orgasm. The nipple clamps did the trick. Actually, they hurt worse when you took them off. Blood would rush in and it would really hurt. I couldn't bear the clamps, but you know, there was something very sexual about them, too. I just couldn't stand the pain. Everything you've done to me has given me some sexual pleasure in spite of the pain, even putting the catheter in me. I got a kick out of being able to pee whenever I felt like it, without having to find a toilet, putting paper on the seat, or standing above the seat, trying to keep my panties at half-mast, and my dress pulled up and tucked into my belt, or something, to keep it out of the commode. I felt that having the catheter in me was like having a penis and peeing in a urinal. Men have a lot more freedom peeing than we women have. The catheter made me feel like I'm missing something – a penis. I really wouldn't want one though. I enjoy being a woman. I can't wait until I can go to bed with a man, a special man, my husband. Jo, you've never done anything to me that I didn't get enjoyment from. After I had no "choice" but to perform cunnilingus, I've enjoyed that, too. First of all, you taste delicious; from that first time you put your finger, wet with your vaginal fluids, in my mouth, I knew I'd enjoy licking you, but I just couldn't overcome my religious beliefs at that time. I love the way your inner flesh feels on my tongue. When your juices start to flow, I get excited, too. When I have my tongue up inside you, I feel that I have complete control over you; you start to quiver, and like a tuning fork, I begin to quiver, too. You are in my power at that point; and when you orgasm, I feel that I have created a masterpiece, a beautiful, musical opus. The juices you pour out then are a delicacy: a rich, savory broth that I can't get enough of. If, and when, you ejaculate, I revel in being able to induce that gush of goodness. I love working that miracle; I love doing that to you – for you. You must think I'm awful and not like the demure, innocent child I seem to be, but Jo, I am that innocent girl you think I am. It's just that you have awakened something in me that I was not aware of. Through you, I will make a much better sex partner for my husband when I find him so don't feel guilty about what you did. I've enjoyed it all - even the pain. At times, I've even wished I were a lesbian. It's been a lot of fun being with you. I wish I could stay. I care for you, but I need freedom. The one thing I've really hated and can't come to grips with is the loss of my freedom. I absolutely need to be in control of my life; to be able to come and go as I please; to have no restriction of where I am and where I want to be. Jo, you have never done anything to me that I have really disliked, with the exception of keeping me locked up. I can't tolerate captivity. I've hated that, and it's the only thing you've done that I can't forgive you for. I'm very sorry, Jo." "No, Lys, don't be sorry. I deserve that hate from you." "Jo, let's not think about that right now. When can we go out and where are we going to go?" Lyssa was completely unaware that by holding Brutus' leather control leash, she was in absolutely no danger from him. She thought that if she tried to escape, he would tear the rings through her pubic lips. Joanna kept that little secret to herself. Every day, Joanna, Lyssa, and Brutus went for long walks – Lyssa and Brutus went for long runs. Joanna would run out of steam trying to keep up with them and sit it out, but watching that they didn't go beyond a certain point. She enjoyed watching Lyssa's beautiful legs flash in and out of the slits in her short skirt, but she would call Brutus' name and they'd run back past Joanna in the opposite direction. This could go on for hours. Lyssa was in great shape physically and she and the dog never seemed to get tired; one day, while Joanna was watching them, Lyssa stopped, shivered, and stood stock still for about a minute before she resumed running. She came running back to Joanna, all excited. "I did it, Jo. I did it," she exclaimed. "You did what, my sweet child?" asked Joanna. "I found just the right rhythm of the chain through my labia rings, and the vibration brought me to orgasm. Oh what fun. Now, I can orgasm any time I want. Any time I'm running, that is. I wonder if I can do it when I'm dancing at home? I'm going to try. I can't seem to get enough orgasms. I have to make up for lost time. The only other ones I've ever had are the ones you've given me. My darn upbringing prevented me from masturbating. Jo, thank you for giving me more freedom. I feel wonderful. Let's go home and make love." ------ Readers, I apologize for taking so long to finish this story. I'll try to hurry it along. Please – more emails. They are my payment for writing here. I found information about piercing, nipple and labia rings on the Internet. I cringed at first, but the more I thought about it, the more exciting I found it. These endnotes are necessary for me to write, but please feel free to ignore them. They may not be critical to the story line, but they are my way of saying "Mea Culpa" for my transgressions on these pages. By nature and by employment, I have an overwhelming need to explain my actions in detail. I find myself getting heavily into minutia and becoming extremely wordy. My editor is aware of this idiosyncrasy and, through patience, has kept a rein on me. She has pointed out that much extraneous detail is NOT important to this submission. If left to my own devices, this story could have easily ended up with five or six hundred pages, a full novel. As it is, it will almost triple my originally intended output of three chapters. Still, a large portion of this story has ended up on the 'cutting room floor'. Don't be concerned; I have used all of the significant goodies. The missing details would have just bored you as this endnote is probably doing. Another idiosyncrasy you have no doubt recognized by the first or second chapter is my difficulty – almost inability - to use strong sexual, scatological, or curse words. Although, in order to determine how to write this masterpiece, I've read quite a few stories in Literotica – whew – my face must have turned red and my juices flowed many times. I try not to be prudish; however, the authors here write far beyond my comfort zone – and those are the female authors. I have yet to read male authors in Literotica. I'm sure their stories will overpower my senses. In my personal life, I have been known to use an occasional 'hell', 'damn', or even a rare 'shit!' when something has gone awry, but I never use the F word or, heaven forbid, something stronger. Of course that had to change as I drag my subconscious, libidinous fantasy onto these pages. Like Lyssa in the story, I have to steel myself in order to use strong words and deeds. Although I can use (harsh) medical terms with no difficulty, purely sexual terms and actions do not come easily to my tongue (no pun intended) or pen (keyboard?). When you come across those words in this story, note that they were not easy for me to write. In order to write the flashbacks to When Lyssa met Joanna, I have had to grit my teeth so often that my jaws would hurt (not a good situation when oral sex is warranted). The flashbacks, Joanna's Story, are much stronger than the main story, but I deemed they were necessary to explain Joanna. The BDSM episodes in those flashbacks were NOT easy for me to write. If you have reached this point, thank you for your patience and understanding. Raven When Lyssa met Joanna Ch. 08 Joanna took Lyssa everywhere in town. Everyone seemed to be talking about the two beautiful women and the huge dog who went everywhere together. They really were the talk of Mackey. The slit skirts that Lyssa wore and the heavy dog leash attached to those skirts were whispered about also; no one had the nerve to ask the two women about it. On a warm spring evening, Lyssa's twenty-fifth birthday, Jo took the girl to the ballroom of Jo's country club. Lyssa had her hair in a French twist and was wearing a little eye makeup. Except for lip-gloss, she wore no other makeup. She looked so glamorous and sophisticated that both men and women couldn't keep their eyes off her. She was in her glory. They sat at a table with two other married couples that Joanna knew well; they were mesmerized by Lyssa's ability to talk on any subject. One of the men, a young doctor, couldn't believe that this lovely young woman could hold her own on any medical subject he brought up, but he kept trying. When the seven-piece orchestra started playing, most everyone but Jo and Lyssa began dancing. After about half an hour, Lyssa began to fidget; she asked Joanna to take her to the ladies' room. Joanna figured that the girl was sexually aroused, but that was not the case. Lyssa pleaded with Jo to allow her to dance. "Jo, I swear on my word of honor that I won't try to escape if you unhook me from Brutus. I've never lied to you; you know that. I'll make a pact with you; although I will try to leave when we're on the street and possibly from the house, I don't want to embarrass you in front of any of your friends. You have my word that I'll behave when we are in social situations like this. I swear; I promise on my life. Please let me dance." "Lys, I do believe you and trust you. I won't hobble you when we're socializing. Actually, I think it'll be better. There is too much gossip about you being tethered to Brutus. Here, I'll unsnap Brutus' leash. I'll hold the leash when we go back to the dance. Do you want me to 'release' you in a sexual way?" "No, Jo, I'm just eager to dance at the moment. I can't wait to get back in there. Would you mind if I ask people to dance with me? They all know that I belong to you, and I doubt that anyone would ask me." "Honey lamb, you don't need my permission. Ask anyone you want to dance with you. Ask me, too. I'd love to dance with you." Back in the ballroom, with Brutus, unleashed, on the floor between Jo and Lyssa, Lyssa asked the young doctor, Andrew, to dance with her. His jaw dropped; he looked at his wife who nodded, and he rose and offered Lyssa his hand. The chatter in the room dwindled as Andrew led Lyssa onto the dance floor and put his arm around her waist. The music was a foxtrot and Lyssa was able to pick up the steps and even add a few of own though she tried hard to allow Andrew to lead; he was able to give her the lead when she initiated the new steps. At times, Lyssa would press herself against him and then move back into the dance routine. It was evident that he was enjoying himself immensely. When he asked her for a second dance, she declined, telling him that she didn't want to cause any friction with his wife, Cyndi. He smiled, thanked her for her insight and led her back to their table. The room was buzzing again. Several men stood up, obviously with the intention of asking Lyssa to dance, but she had already asked Joanna. The two danced the slow dance pressed breast to breast as Lyssa was wearing higher heels; Joanna was as ecstatic as Lyssa. When the next dance began, Lyssa asked Cyndi to dance with her. Cyndi was flabbergasted, but after a few seconds, got up to dance with Lyssa. The buzz in the room got louder. In the next few hours, Lyssa danced with quite a few of the men and some of the women. In some of the faster tempo dances, Lyssa's long skirt would swirl and her legs and thighs were often exposed through the skirt slits. Joanna was proud of her 'lady love', but she was a little apprehensive that the chain through Lyssa's rings would become visible. She mentioned that to Lyssa during an intermission. Lyssa then told Joanna that the sliding chain had her constantly aroused and on the verge of orgasm. When Joanna suggested that Lyssa go to the ladies' room and pull her panties up tighter against the chain, Lyssa confessed that she wasn't wearing any. She had taken them off earlier in the evening deliberately to allow the chain to slide. Joanna was amused but insisted that the girl go back to the restroom and put her panties back on. Lyssa picked up the small purse that held her panties and left for the ladies' room. Twenty minutes later, Lyssa had still not returned, and Joanna began to be a bit edgy; she went to the ladies' room and Lyssa wasn't there. Joanna started to cry. Lyssa had left; had lied to her; had gone back on her word. She didn't know what to do. Not only had she lost Lyssa, but she would have to put up a front when she went back to the ballroom. She was close to hysterics. She wondered if Brutus could follow Lyssa's 'trail'. She would go get him and see if he could. She took out her cell phone, intending on calling Celia and Karla for help, but as she left the restroom, she heard someone say, "No, no, please let me go." She walked quickly to the end of the corridor where there was an alcove next to the elevators to the upper floors. Jonas Aikens had Lyssa up against the corner, one arm stopping her from getting by him and the other hand inside her blouse squeezing and kneading her breast like it was a handful of dough. His face was pushing against the girl's cheek as she was trying to avoid his mouth. Lyssa's face showed extreme consternation. Joanna still had her cell phone in her hand and took several pictures of Jonas and Lyssa. The flash caused Jonas to jerk his head back away from Lyssa. He turned and saw Joanna with the camera in her hand. She took another picture of his face. "Jonas, take your hand out of Lyssa's blouse and move away from her. You will go get your wife and leave the premises immediately. Tomorrow, when the desk opens at seven o'clock, you will be there, pay any outstanding bills, and resign your membership. You will never step a foot in this club again, even to play golf. If you fail to do so, a special messenger will deliver the pictures I just took, to your wife. Since it is her money that has allowed you to live the life style you have been so damned accustomed to, I doubt that you would want to give her grounds for divorce. Is that clear?" Aikens did not answer her, but with an angry frown on his face, he marched back to the ballroom and without explanation, pulled his wife from her seat, and practically dragged her out of the room. Joanna and Lyssa stood in the doorway watching them. It must have been obvious to the others in the room that something had occurred between Jonas and the two women. Knowing that he was a miserable, cheating womanizer, they could guess what must have happened. Joanna and Lyssa remained for another hour, dancing and trying to enjoy the rest of their evening. On the way home, Lyssa explained that Jonas had followed her to the ladies' room and waited for her to come out. He had grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the alcove where he attempted to rape her. He was so much stronger than Lyssa that she had a hard time fighting him off. She was so grateful that Jo had found her that she hugged the woman all the way home. "Jo, I was so frightened that at first I couldn't even speak. That awful man must have thought my silence meant that I consented, and when I kept fighting, that I was just teasing him. You probably heard me when I finally got my voice back. I hate that man." Joanna decided to wait until Aikens resigned and was embarrassed in having to do so. She figured that word of his actions would travel fast. When she had found that he was trying to rape Lyssa, not just kiss her, she intended to send statements by her and Lyssa, along with the pictures she had taken, to the police. She doubted that anything would be done about the rape attempt because Aikens' wife would no doubt try get the situation hushed up to prevent any further embarrassment. However, since people evidently suspected what had happened, and the police would know, Mrs. Aikens would probably throw the man out of her house. With no visible means of support, he would be forced to leave town. No one would give him a job or accept him in Mackey. Since he hadn't had the time to actually harm Lyssa, Joanna figured his exile would be sufficient punishment. When they arrived home with Brutus, Joanna decided to make some hot chocolate. As she was pouring hot water into cups, she spilled some on the floor. She was still stressed out because of Aikins and was not thinking of what she was doing. She took a step back and slipped on the water she had spilled. She fell and twisted her right foot under her. She heard a snap and felt a searing pain in her ankle; it had broken. She had Lyssa call Dr. Janssen, the only doctor in town who made house calls and only to her family. Unfortunately, Lyssa got his answer machine that informed her that he was out of town and wouldn't return for another week. He had listed the name of a doctor who was standing in for him, but it was two o'clock in the morning. They would have to call 911 for the paramedics. Joanna figured that the hospital emergency room would take a long time to treat her; determine if she had any other injury; and maybe keep her overnight. This was a dilemma. She would be away from the house and Brutus would not keep Lyssa from leaving. Not only did he love Lyssa, but because she had held his heavy leather leash, she too was his master. He would help her, not hinder her. Joanna knew that her blissful state was at an end. Lyssa would leave as she had told Joanna she would many times. Joanna couldn't lock Lyssa in the basement nor would she do so even if she were able. "Lyssa, I guess this is the end of the road for us. I know you'll leave now that it's possible, and I'll never see you again. Please do one last favor for me. I don't want to leave Brutus alone when I go to jail. Wait until I get back from the hospital. Then, I'll call around to try to find a home for him. On second thought, he loves you and loves being with you. Would you consider taking him with you when you go home? You may as well take my car. I won't be using it where I'm going." "Yes, Jo, I must go home. We both knew that this day would come. I need my freedom. I really appreciate everything you've done for me. Being here with you these past two years has allowed me to learn what I've always wanted, knowledge that I didn't get in university. I plan to go to engineering school and then medical school, and I desperately want that education. I'm young enough to spend the next several years studying. You've also taught me a lot about my own sexuality, Jo. I'll miss you, but I have to leave. And yes, I will take Brutus with me. I love him, too." "Lys, my sugary sweetness, I will ask Mom and Karla to help me set up a trust fund for you, so that you won't have to work while you're in school. Don't say no because I'll do it anyway. That's the least I can do for you. Think of it as payment for the past two years of hardship." "It was no hardship, Jo," said Lyssa. "I enjoyed every minute of those two years." Joanna had been kept overnight in hospital in case there were any complications from the broken ankle or other injuries from the fall. Around noon, she was released and came home in a taxi and hobbled into the house, using crutches the hospital had given her. Joanna was glad that she always wore dresses. If she had been wearing jeans or trousers, she wouldn't have been able to get them over the knee-to-toe cast she wore. She had not taken a change of underwear with her when the paramedics carted her off and was wondering how she would remove her soiled panties and take a shower without some help. She thought it made no difference, anyway. Lyssa would report her to the police for kidnapping and false imprisonment and some jail matron would assist her in taking a shower. Brutus greeted her and walked with her to her favorite chair in the living room. He was so happy to see her that she thought his tail would wag off his body. Lyssa came in to see her. She had already packed her suitcases and wheeled them to the front door. She went back to where Joanna was sitting and, tearfully, said goodbye. "I love you, Joanna; please don't hate me for what I have to do." She kissed Joanna tenderly; then she pulled her suitcases to the car trunk, leaving the house door open. She went back into the house and, going into the bedroom, made a phone call. Then, she loaded the cases and went back for Brutus. "Come, Brutus," she called. The huge dog whimpered and looked back at Joanna who sniffled, "Go with Lyssa, boy. She'll look after you from now on. Lyssa, after you get home, think of me once in a while and not too unkindly, please. I did what I did out of love for you. I kept you a prisoner for love. The pain of going to jail won't even come close to that of losing you." Joanna wept, sobbing in her anguish at the prospect of never seeing Lyssa again. Brutus followed Lyssa to the car and jumped onto the front seat. Lyssa, closed and locked the house door, closed the passenger car door, and entered the driver's side. She sat there for a few minutes almost overcome with emotion. She drove off, trying to steer through a curtain of tears. After driving toward her hometown for several hours, the beautiful girl realized that she had been driving with her mind in a haze. Lyssa had been thinking of her two years as Joanna's captive. She was angry with herself. How could she possibly have allowed that status to exist without making a change? She was only about thirty miles from her hometown when she pulled off the road onto the apron of a strip mall. She sat there for almost a half hour before going to a pay phone and calling the Coopers, her tenants. She got back into the car, reached over and hugged Brutus. She kissed the top of his head, started the car and, with a grim, angry scowl distorting her face, headed back in the direction she had come from. She made only one stop on the way back to get gas, use the restroom and let Brutus do his business. Hours later, she pulled up in front of Joanna's house and stomped to the house, leaving Brutus in the front seat with the door open. She was shaking with self-irritation. Lyssa entered the house, stopped momentarily to look at Joanna who was still sitting in the living room looking beaten and waiting for the police to arrive. "Did you forget something, honey? You left many hours ago. Did you get home?" Joanna asked. "Yes, I forgot something," answered Lyssa as she proceeded to the kitchen. She returns to the living room, her blouse is unbuttoned and hanging loose; she's carrying a large butcher knife. She kneels in front of Joanna, pushes up the woman's dress and pulls the crotch of Joanna's panties away from her body. She raises the knife to Joanna's genitals. "Oh dear God," thought Joanna, "she's going to stick that knife up inside me." "Lys, Lyssa, what, what are you going to do?" "Do? Repeated Lyssa. "Do? I'm going to cut those smelly panties that you've been wearing for the last two days. Then, I'm going to eat your pussy until you've had so many fucking orgasms that you'll plead with me to stop. Then, I'm going to lick and suck every last drop of cunt juice out of your twat. ------ I'm home, Joanna. I am home." Lyssa cuts the crotch of Joanna's panties and throws the knife to one side; she moves her face up between Joanna's soft thighs and reaches with her tongue. As she starts to lick, she shakes her shoulders back and forth making her braless breasts wobble and the chain between her pierced nipples jingle. Epilogue: Ten years have passed. Shortly after returning to Joanna, Lyssa had applied and been accepted at a prestigious engineering school in another state. That September, Joanna, Lyssa, and Brutus took up residency in a large apartment near the institute. While Lyssa was studying, Joanna took care of household and administrative chores, a new career for her. Their sex life kept Lyssa's stress level to a minimum. On long weekends and holidays, they would go back to their home in Mackey. Joanna insisted that Lyssa take off during summers instead of taking more classes. The summers were spent traveling through Europe and Asia where Lyssa was able to have educational experiences of a different nature. Lyssa has found her new life to be absolute heaven. She can't imagine a better one. Those summer trips went on for many years, whenever Lyssa could get away from her demanding job. At thirty-five, Lyssa has completed an undergraduate degree and a PhD in engineering, has received an M.D. under a special plan for engineers, and, as a biological engineer, is working on specialized electronic medical equipment. In addition, she writes technical manuals covering that gear. She has reached all of her educational goals and has fulfilled her emotional needs. She no longer looks and acts like a child. She has matured into a sophisticated, beautiful woman who has her peers listening intently as she expounds on technology and more mundane subjects. She is taken very seriously. She realizes that the three-second insertion of Robert's penis into her virgin vagina is all she will ever have from a man, and she has come to grips with that. However, she and Joanna have become as close as Celia and Karla. Strange, considering three of these women are straight. Lyssa feels that she is not a lesbian, but she has no qualms at fitting into that 'slot' with Joanna. She is in love with Joanna and lusts for her; however, she would not have sex with any other woman -- well, maybe with Karla, who is still sexy and lovely at sixty-five -- but Lyssa has kept those thoughts under wraps. There are times when Lyssa is doing medical research on the Internet, that she shifts to a site that features female models. She gazes at the lush, nude bodies, sighs and returns to her research. However, she still denies that she has moved into that gray bisexual area. She claims that she is highly heterosexual. Joanna has also caught Lyssa watching a round bottom as it happens to pass by, but she only smiles to herself and says nothing. There have been no restrictions of Lyssa's movements since she returned to Joanna after that woman let Lyssa leave. She 'comes' and goes as she pleases. Occasionally, she wears the nipple and labia rings and the gold chains; however, they are strictly for pleasure now -- hers and Joanna's. Their wonderful dog, Brutus, has passed away quietly in his sleep at the age of sixteen; in his place, there is the sweetest, cutest, most adorable little Rottweiler puppy that loves to romp with Lyssa. Lately, Lyssa has been planting flowerbeds in their front yard and has surrounded them with white picket fences. *** Dear readers, I am spent. I am filled with emotion. Tears have been welling up in my eyes as I've been writing the ending to this last chapter. My throat hurts from constant swallowing. Although I've done additional research, this story must have come from some deep-seated fantasy way back in my subconscious. It could have been the reason that I found it necessary to turn from writing nonfiction to suddenly needing to write this. It purged my 'system'. I have lived it as I've been writing it. To state a cliché, 'It has been a labor of love.' You can take that in any manner that you wish. I've been known to offer puns gratuitously. I had left my Literotica biography deliberately devoid of information because I couldn't believe that a few word answers could tell who I am. I let this story do that. I hope you know me now. When Lyssa met Joanna Ch. 08 I am writing a flashback of When Lyssa met Joanna which I hope to finish in the near future. I hope you have enjoyed WLmJ enough to read the flashback: Joanna's story. The flashback chapters could possibly have been intertwined with the main story, but it would have been confusing. My editor convinced me of that. WLmJ seems to have triggered strong thoughts of sadism in me. Until now, I hadn't been aware they existed. I have researched Literotica and other Web sites for the mechanism of BDSM and hope you will be shocked, horrified, and aroused by my descriptions. I have been! I have the outline completed and am working on 'fleshing' it in. Thank you for your emails, suggestions and support. I doubt that I shall write more than these two stories. They have been so intense for me. Another reason to stop writing is that I may have emptied my 'cache'. I have searched around in my mind but haven't found another plot. As I mentioned, When Lyssa met Joanna may have been a story that I pulled out of my own buried desires, and once I did so, it left a void. I have an idea, however: If you gals could share your sexual experiences and fantasies with me; if you could lay out a plot that you would like me to flesh in, I will try to do just that. We would be co-authors. Sorry guys, I am making this offer only to women. Ladies, again I implore you to let me know if you are straight, bi, or lesbian. Knowing that will help me to write a story with you in mind. Please keep the emails coming. I have had help from and wish to thank my editor, whom I hope recognizes her input to this story. I would have had to muddle through without that input. Remember, I am not a fiction writer. I know I've repeated that, ad nauseum, but please accept it as an apology for not doing a better job. As Literotica authors have no doubt discovered, fiction is a lot more difficult to write than nonfiction, which is just a bunch of statements of fact, with little imagination necessary -- unless, of course, it is original. Raven