2 comments/ 32172 views/ 2 favorites Holiday Fireworks Ch. 03 By: sonyales This is the continuation of a story about my introduction to women and submission. If you're under 18 or offended by such things then please go elsewhere. If you'd like to comment, please email me! * * * * * I awoke, unbound and alone. The sun was filtering into Alex's spacious bedroom from the large single window on the other side facing the foot of the bed. In my delirious and confused excitement I had noticed very little, and now I could discern Alex's ballet bar across the window and, perpendicular to it, a mirrored wall. I rose to go to the bathroom and when I came out I stopped at the bar. My clit was very tender, too tender to touch at the moment, and the light of day shook me to my senses. What the hell was I doing here, what was I getting myself into? I mean, I'm a respectable member of the so-called citizenry, well, at least kind of. As an artist I'm allowed to be a little weird. But in the space of a few hours I had allowed myself to be blindfolded and bound and gagged, I had licked a strange woman's ass and cunt and feet, I had kissed her shoes, I had called her "Mistress".... I began to be sick to my stomach, with guilt and disappointment. But when I glimpsed myself in the mirror I was taken aback. I saw a woman who was amazingly sexy and radiant, a woman I would have wanted to ravish, and I remembered the incredible climax Alex had engineered for me last night. And, to be honest, I wanted more. I was different somehow, more full of lust and energy that I had ever been, more fully alive. Please, whoever's reading, don't take it into your head that I'm recommending these kinds of experiences to anyone. I'm just trying to describe what transformed me. If I am a depraved perverted slut, then so be it. The smell of toast and coffee reached me as I stretched out naked on Alex's bed and before long she entered with a tray: coffee, yogurt, whole wheat toast, and a plate with a ringed leather collar. "How are you feeling today, sweetie?" she asked. She was really really beautiful. OK, I know I said it before, but she was really really gorgeous and I was stricken by her looks even in the morning's light. "I'm pretty wonderful," I replied. "How about you?" "Well, to be frank, I'm pleasantly frustrated. I've only just begun to explore that luscious body of yours." I blushed as I sipped my coffee. "Open your legs for me." I set the cup down and obeyed, immediately becoming wet but also worried about my tender bud. Alex drew out a tube of zinc oxide and very gently coated my clitoris. "This will help, Sonya. You should be fine in time for the fireworks." Fireworks... Yes, it was July 4 and from her window you could see the museum where she worked and where they traditionally set off the displays. "So I guess I'm invited for the evening?" I pseudo-naively inquired. "You're mine until Sunday, slut," she replied, not without a hint of menace, and not without giving me a rush from my throat to my loins. I really just couldn't help myself. "Let's get going, shall we? We've got a full day. I thought we'd do a jog around the park and then a little shopping before the stores close." The air was warm and we took an easy run around the perimeter of the park, about 2 miles, and then 2 quick showers. Alex dressed in cutoffs, sandals and an oxford man's shirt, no bra, and I got back into my heels, thong and dress, definitely overdressed for daytime, but that's how Alex wanted me. By this point we were ready for lunch so we made our way to a café near the `cool' part of town, the part frequented by people my age and younger, always open. We both ordered salads and mineral water, and then lattes. As we were finishing up Alex took something out of her purse: it was the collar that had accompanied the coffee tray earlier this morning. She placed it on the table. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable in this public place, but I was fascinated by her boldness. The collar was black leather, adjustable, with about a dozen small silver rings, the size of nickels, attached; and there was a tiny silver padlock. "I think you'll look very nice in this," said Alex, "especially as we walk around town." I tried to protest but my nerve failed me. She rose and deftly attached the collar and locked it around my neck. Several café customers looked our way. I just went on sipping the remains of my coffee, stunned. "You look more lovely than ever," she said. I smiled and gulped, and then told myself to relax, to just relax. What did I care what these other people thought anyway? Still, I couldn't believe she was doing this so openly. She also had the audacity to take my arm in hers, and as we walked along the streets we attracted many eyes. I cared but didn't care. Everyone at work was away, so I was in little danger of seeing them, but still.... Then I just let myself enjoy it. I relaxed. I began to enjoy the glances, especially from the cute younger girls. Alex brought us to an erotic boutique which sold mostly lingerie and a bunch of kinky things that looked pretty cheesy to me. "Let's get some nice undies for tonight, OK?" she said. It was fine with me. The stuff was expensive but very cool, very enticing. A young girl who looked barely 18 was working the counter. Her hair was dyed half-organge, half-black, but she was quite pretty, with voluptuous breasts and an incredibly flat stomach. Her navel was pierced, and her tongue too! "Need any help?" she asked. "Not yet, we're just browsing," answered Alex. "OK, let me know if you want to try something on." We took our time. I enjoyed feeling the material of the bras and panties, enjoyed the tremendous variety, enjoyed thinking about how I'd look. I finally narrowed my choices to three and showed Alex. "Why don't you try them on and make your pick, see if they fit. They all look very sexy to me." The clerk unlocked a door that led to a small suite of several dressing rooms. As I entered one of the tiny rooms she said, "I like your collar." Then she smiled. I was speechless. I closed the door and quickly tried on my selections, settling finally on an embroidered black lace v-string with matching black lace bra. Just as I was removing them to get back into my dress I heard the clerk usher Alex into another room. I got my clothes on and opened the door and went out into the store and waited at the counter. The clerk smiled at me and I smiled back: she really was very pretty, very sensual. Then she said, "You're a lucky girl." "What do you you mean?" I replied. "I mean I'd let your girlfriend do me ANY day. And I wouldn't mind doing you." Alex was unlocking her door and the clerk quickly added, "that's an open invitation." Alex playfully hid what she purchased, but I showed her my final choice. "They'll look good on or off," she chuckled. We had a lot of time to kill, so we killed it by window-shopping and sauntering through the mostly deserted city streets. On a whim we stopped for a light dinner, and all the while I just had a sense of build-up, a sense of tension. My collar attracted many a glance and I grew bolder in accepting whatever was going on. Heck, it was a holiday after all! I might as well enjoy myself. It was 7 PM when we returned to Alex's flat. I was a little sleepy and Alex advised me to take a short nap. I entered the bedroom and undressed but I paused in front of her wall-mirror to see what I looked like with the collar. I was fascinated by what I saw, I loved what it symbolized. There was something so ineffably thrilling about being beautiful Alex's possession. Then I fell asleep. It was nearly dark when I awakened. I supposed I was exhausted, but now as I awoke I felt tremendously energized. Alex stood next to the bed in nothing but black heels and a black lace corset. Her lovely breast and pussy were completely and deliciously exposed. She looked amazing. "Alex, you look so damned beautiful!" I blurted out. "Thanks, dear," she responded, "but until further notice I'd like to be called `Mistress'." "Yes, Mistress," I muttered, growing warm. "Now get up and get into those lovely things for me." I put on the lace bra and panties and I looked and felt very hot, sleekly sexual, ready to please, ready to be gloriously used. Alex brought me over to the ballet bar that fronted the window overlooking the park. She spread my legs and again took her silk scarves to bind each ankle to the end of the bar, but moved my legs out about 3 feet from it. She bound my wrists together and then tied them to the bar, but I could grasp the bar with both hands. I was looking out over the city. My ass was raised for my mistress, my cunt wantonly spread open. I was hers for the taking. "What a lovely ass you have, Sonya, what a delectable slut you are!" she said, before bringing her hand hard across my butt. "Oooh," I exclaimed. "You like that?" "Yes, Mistress." She slapped my ass again, harder, and I quivered as the warmth spread across my buttocks. My v-string covered nothing but my slit, barely. Then she grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. "Keep your fucking back arched for me, bitch," she advised, but softly as always. I tried as her hand punished my bottom fiercely, but every once in a while I couldn't sustain my posture. Then Alex would pull me again by the hair and spank me even more harshly. "I haven't heard a word of thanks from my slut." "Sorry, Mistress, I thank you, I love what you do to me, thank you," I babbled. She moved to my side and holding my head up by the hair proceeded to spank me over and over. I lost count. I tried to thank her after each blow but I often yelped as the pain grew. She took to spitting on her hand before slapping me, and this increased my pleasure-pain. "You beautiful gorgeous fucking cunt," whispered Alex huskily. "My cunt," she added, "my bitch, my plaything, who loves her Mistress's hand." `Yes!," I cried out, tears welling in my eyes, "I'm your cunt, your bitch, I'll do whatever you want, Mistress! The burning was so intense that tears formed in my eyes and I wanted relief; yet at the same time I wanted her to continue to punish, to degrade, to stimulate me even more. Alex stopped and allowed me to catch my breath. In the distance from the window the fireworks had started, little ones, and I knew that they would end in 45 minutes with the most spectacular of them. The stinging of my buttocks was beginning to subside. Then all of a sudden I was surprised by indescribable sweetness: Alex had dropped to her knees behind me, lifted the v-string aside and begun to lick the crack between my buttocks. Her sweet tongue played along the rim of my ass and I felt her use her lips to nibble on me there too. She kissed my pussy lips as well and I began to cry with gratitude. "Thank you, Mistress, oh thank you!" I sobbed, overcome with warmth. She was so good to me, so tender! "My slut is very lovely, very beautiful," Alex purred. Then she came around and kissed me long and deep as I remained bound to the bar. The fireworks were intensifying: higher, louder, more colorful, more frequently set off. "I love your virgin ass," she said, "but it won't be virgin much longer." I suspected as much. Reeling from the pain of my cruel spanking and the delight of Alex's gentle tongue, I merely sighed. One finger, then another simultaneously, protruded into my anus. She had me lick her fingers, then spat on them and prodded me again. I pressed back against her, now rhythmically. I sucked her fingers again, wetting them copiously, and she spat on my anus before she inserted a third finger. I cried out: it felt wonderful. With her left hand she pulled my hair and her right she used to thrust and twist into my nether hole, faster and deeper, faster and deeper. "Take it, Sonya, take it you little cunt, take it like my good bitch," ordered Alex, "let me hear you moan." "Oh my god, yes! Thank you, Mistress, fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck me, fuck me!" I cried out, on the verge of cumming. Then she suddenly withdrew her fingers, leaving me panting and frustrated yet again. "I'm not ready for you to cum yet, my slut. Besides, this is only a preparation." I had no idea what she meant, I could barely think. "How's your clit doing?" she asked. "It's fine, Mistress, it's hard." I had to lean forward and downwards to keep my knees from buckling. Alex moved behind me again. She unbound my ankles and pulled off my lovely lingerie and pressed her tongue into my dripping pussy. She slathered my cunt and sucked and flicked me and as she did so she reached up to my nipples and kneaded them with her fingers as her hands slipped under my lace bra. The fireworks were climaxing and I myself began to shudder and Alex plied her tongue deep into me from behind and then, as she squeezed my nipples so very hard and her tongue flickered over my clitoris, I came, wave after wave. I screamed as the fireworks died away.... But she was aflame and I yearned to please her for this gift. She unbound my hands and led me over to her capacious bed and spread herself in all her glory. She guided my mouth to her breasts which I feasted on, sucking and nibbling them and caressing them. I kissed her shoulders, her neck, her sides, her arms, and Alex let me rip off her corset to lick the treasure of her skin beneath. I was greedy in my lust, I simply couldn't get enough of her. And when she raised her beautiful legs and held them apart for me with her hands I attacked her gorgeous smooth cunt with abandon. She pressed my face to her pussy as she thrust and bucked and screamed, and then afterwards drew me up to her for the most precious of lingering kisses. We slept that night in each other's arms. (to be continued -- 2 more parts, I think; feedback is much appreciated) Holiday Fireworks Ch. 04 Disclaimer: If you are offended by descriptions of lesbian sexual relations and/or are under 18 please go elsewhere. Thanks to Jen for encouraging me with this tale of my waking up to women and the pleasures of submission. * * * * * I awoke while my Mistress-lover was still asleep. We were both completely nude and entwined. I gently kissed her neck and ran my hands along her lovely sides as in a dream. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to feel so light and free, and I couldn't imagine I'd ever have such capacity to be so sexually aroused so often! It wasn't even 7 AM and I already was moist with the thought of being ravished. I couldn't keep my lips and hands off Alex, so it was an effort to desist and allow her to sleep. In my early morning haze I recalled the past two explosive nights, Alex's exquisite control over me, and the marvelous privilege she granted me after the fireworks display, the privilege of servicing her, of making her cum so thunderously, of licking and kissing and stroking as much as I could of her magnificent body, of thanking her in that way for the extraordinary mixture of pleasure-pain that made me feel more alive than ever. I felt an immense gratitude to Alex and I wanted to show it in a manner that would make me somehow very special to her, not just a weekend fling. Maybe I was going crazy or maybe I was simply growing into a richer kind of living, a rejection of the shackles placed upon us all by small minds. Alex began to stir and turned towards me with a drowsy smile. "I hope I didn't wake you," I whispered. "No, no," she replied, reaching for my eager lips. After she kissed me she said, "Well, I've gotta skip to the loo, my darling." She rose but I followed quickly and caught her hand. "I want to do something for you Alex, er, Mistress," I stammered. "Alex for now," she said tenderly as I gazed at her. I dropped to my knees in front of her and very lightly kissed her pussy and then opened my mouth and tilted my head back. She seemed to hesitate for a moment before smiling with recognition. Then, cradling my head with her soft elegant hands she pulled me closer and loosed her warm golden stream into my willing throat. I drank her in a thrill of excitement. Two days ago the very thought of this would have made me vomit, but now it seemed so utterly natural and beautiful. She lifted me to my feet and kissed me long and deep. I suppose I was in love, if love is powerful and overwhelming and full of the joy of pleasing and giving. Certainly I had never experienced anything like this before and I wondered how I could have wasted all those years on the boys and men who either made life more difficult or boring. "You're something else," Alex murmured, as we snuggled again in bed. I fingered my collar and took delight in its presence. "I love this," I said. "Actually," I continued with effort, "I think I love YOU." Alex studied me closely, then smoothed my hair with her hand and replied, "I think you do my sweet, I think you do, my sweet beautiful cunt." The way she said "cunt" sent shivers through me. Yes, I reveled in being her cunt, her bitch, her girl. I threw myself at her wildly and we passionately kissed and embraced until Alex finally had to pry my arms away, gently admonishing me to conserve my energies. "Save yourself for tonight, Sonya! I've planned something special for you," she added cryptically. "And today I have to stop by the museum for a few hours and run some errands. So let's have breakfast." She donned a terrycloth robe and tossed me one and we pattered about nonchalantly in the kitchen. I had little appetite. I must have lost a few pounds too in the last two days, but I felt great, more taut and energetic and sexy than I could remember. I couldn't keep my eyes off Alex even as she went about the most mundane things. She readied herself for her excursion and gave me the keys to the apartment. "I should be back by 4. Just make yourself at home -- pamper yourself, take a jog, read, relax, listen to music, whatever." I was content and kissed her before she left. And I took her advice. Alex and I had the same shoe size and I could comfortably use one of her several pairs of running shoes. I went for a nice jog in the park and stopped afterwards for coffee and a newspaper. I was keenly aware of the attentions of several women in the café and relished them, even maybe flirting a bit. Was it the collar, or was it something different about me generally? I took a long walk through town in a dreamlike state and got back to the flat in my running clothes by 3 PM. I didn't bother to shower but just enjoyed the sensations of physical exertion and sweat and eroticism and free time. True to her word Alex returned before 4, all smiles and laden with bags. The museum work had gone well and she'd shopped for dinner and "other goodies" for the evening. "I'm ready for a shower," she said, "wanna join me?" I assented, naturally, and we soaped and rinsed and cleansed each other deliciously. Alex's shower was a spacious one, so she had room to kneel and shave my pussy clean for me, and I returned the favor. She inserted a soapy finger into my nether-hole and revisited it with a washcloth. Every small touch of hers was such an electric pleasure! She toweled off quickly and as I was drying and brushing my hair she laid out my evening wear: a beautiful white open-cup bra with matching crotchless thong. They took my breath away. My small firm breasts and nipples were pushed up and forward by the bra cups, completely exposed. She'd picked them out at the same shop we visited yesterday. She also gave me a pair of her white strapped pumps. "I haven't paid enough attention to those lovely breasts of yours," she said, "at least not yet. Be patient with me. Now let's see how you look." I did a few dance exercises at the bar and caught her lascivious interest in the mirror. "Let's have an early dinner, shall we? Why don't you throw on a robe". I could barely eat because I was becoming more and more keen with anticipatory excitement and lust. What surprise had she planned? How intense would she be tonight? My bottom was still pleasantly sore from my relentless spanking ... would she test me, test the limits of my willingness to please her, to endure her ministrations? I wanted to succeed at all costs. I felt greedy even: in my wish to please I was wishing too for an even greater release into that transcendent realm of forbidden cravings. "Tell me, Sonya," Alex asked as we finished up, "what did you think of that young thing at the lingerie shop?" "Hmmm," I began, "I can't say I've thought much about her at all," I lied; in fact, that young thing and her "open invitation" had crossed my mind a number of times earlier in the day. I went on, "Well, she seemed really young, that's for sure." "And pretty too, don't you think?" replied Alex. "I guess." Alex paused and I grew a little uneasy. Then she added sultrily, "Well, are you ready for an interesting evening?" "Absolutely," I said, moistening my lips ever so slightly. "Then pour us some wine, and then..." Alex turned with a devilish glint, "then take off that fucking robe and wait for me on the sofa, like the good little cunt you are." She left for the bedroom and I did as I was told, anxiously. When Alex returned moments later I gasped in astonishment. She was wearing a black leather corset zippered in front and laced behind, a matching leather thong and choker, and heeled patent-leather maryjanes. Her blue eyes smouldered and her blonde hair hung provocatively on her shoulders and she frightened me with the tinge of determined wickedness in her mien. Frightened and melted me, I should say, for I was more captivated by her than ever. I was in awe of her. "Alex," I muttered. "Mistress!" she said curtly. "I'm sorry ... Mistress... you are so beautiful, that's all." At that moment her intercom buzzed and she buzzed back and then it seemed like only seconds before there was a knock at her door. I was confused and apprehensive, yet Alex showed no concern as she sauntered over to greet her visitor. "Come on in," she said sweetly. And in stepped the lingerie girl. She was wearing tan cowboy boots, a black miniskirt and a green halter top that didn't reach her pierced navel. "Mia," said Alex, "come meet my slut." Mia looked all of 100 lbs dripping wet, but her breasts were very full and she was curvaceous. And she looked young enough to be Alex's daughter. "Hi, slut," she said brightly. I looked over at Alex, who said, "Don't worry, she's 18, barely. And tonight she'll be your other Mistress, so just do as your told." Mia stood before me and lifted my chin with her hand. She smelled wonderful. She kissed me on the lips and I tried to pull back but she grabbed my hair and forced her tongue into me and I relented and returned her kiss, growing excited but concerned lest I offend Alex. "On your knees, bitch, hands behind your back," commanded Mia. Alex brought her over a set of scarves and Mia bound first my ankles together, and then tied each wrist separately to each ankle so that my back was involuntarily arched and my breasts jutted forward. "She's a gorgeous bitch, Alex," said Mia, "and I'm really looking forward to doing her right." "She'll do whatever you ask, won't you slut?" added Alex. I stood motionless. Mia pulled me back by the hair and spat on my face. Then she slapped me, hard, on the mouth. "You like that, don't you?" she asked. I nodded truthfully. Then she wound a scarf into my mouth for a gag and holding me by the hair dragged me into Alex's bedroom as I shuffled along on my knees. Alex shut the door. Tonight the bedroom was lit with candles, which created an eerie glow. "What do you want to do with her, Mia?" asked Alex. "I want her to watch for now, OK?" Mia positioned me near the foot of the bed. Alex got a leash from one of her bags and attached it to my collar and tied the end of the leash onto the bedpost at the foot of the bed. Then Mia stripped off her halter top and skirt. Her nipples were pierced with small silver rings, and through her crotchless thong I could see that her clit was also pierced. She and Alex kissed long and Alex then set her down on the edge of the bed. I saw with consternation that she lusted for Mia's sweet young flesh and I grew angry as I watched her kneel before her and inhale the aroma from her gleaming pink cunt. I watched my beautiful Mistress hold Mia's thin and shapely legs apart by her cowboy boots as she pressed her lips down onto her pussy. The girl cried out with pleasure and caressed Alex's hair. Alex moved up to kiss her on the mouth and then returned to her shaven cunt. She stretched the strands of her thong wide apart to gain access to her pussylips and ate her out like a madwoman. Her tongue moved further below to Mia's tight puckered anus and Alex lost no time in tongue fucking her nether hole. As she sucked and licked and brought Mia to the edge, she would pull back and wait, then begin again, now tugging on her nipple rings too, making her voluptuous breasts quiver. I was worried, fascinated, excited all at once, and had lost track of time. Then Alex moved abruptly away and Mia turned over on all fours. Alex slapped her ass hard and Mia cried out "Yesssss!" and she slapped it again. "Take me, Ally, please fuck me, you bitch, fuck me!" hissed Mia. Alex grabbed Mia's orange and black hair and pinched her nipple and told her to calm down and wait. She went to her dresser near the bathroom while Mia panted and purred and returned with a large black strap-on. Its cock must have been at least 6 inches long and 2 inches wide. It looked as if it would split the girl in two. After Alex had fastened the harness she removed my gag and offered me her new phallus. She looked so powerful and imposing and yet so still so feminine that she made me tremble. "Wet it up, bitch, use that pretty mouth of yours." I started to lick tentatively along the shaft but Alex commanded me to spit on it, which I did, and then moved my head rapidly along it. I spat some more and licked, slut that I had become, until the shaft gleamed with saliva. With almost no warning she thrust the large cock into Mia's tight cunt and the young thing screamed like an animal and clenched the sheets of the bed with her fists, and Alex pulled on her hair and fucked her mercilessly. "Yes, take me you bitch, fuck your fucking little slave girl, fuck me, fuck me!" shouted Mia, writhing and panting until she finally became a spent mass of tender flesh, heaving quietly in recuperation. I wanted to be Mia, to be in her place, yet I wanted to be fucking her too. I grew terribly jealous. Alex approached and unleashed me and ordered me to clean her phallus. Mia's pussy juice on the cock was divine. "You like the taste of young pussy, don't you my slut?" asked Alex as she guided my head to Mia's cunt and ass. I licked in frenzy, overcome by lust and grateful to be in action in some way. Mia turned over onto her back and I kissed and licked her thighs and pussy and sucked on her clit, flicked my eager tongue on the silver ring that pierced it, all the while with my hands bound behind me. Mia had me by the hair and thrust her pussy hard against my face as my tongue kept up its rabid motion, again and again, until she came, less violently this time, more sweetly I thought. Alex brought me back to my former spot, leashed and gagged me again, and then retrieved a set of alligator clamps attached to a silver chain while Mia caught her breath. My nipples were already swollen and charged and they responded to Alex's fingers as she rolled and kneaded them. But when she set the clamps onto them I winced in pain and lurched forward. She wickedly pinched and shook my breasts to intensify the effect, and I began to breathe heavily. They hurt but they felt so good too! "Keep watching, bitch," cooed Alex, as Mia slid to the floor and unharnessed Alex and slipped her thong down her legs. The girl was trembling as she stroked the older woman's legs and pressed her cheek against Alex's calves and thighs. "I've wanted you so badly, Mistress," she moaned, kissing the tops of her thighs. "May I have permission to taste you?" Alex moved back a step and began to unzip her corset, slowly, very slowly as Mia gazed upwards. The zipper stopped a few inches above her waist. She turned around and Mia rose to untie the laces at the back. She removed the corset and Alex turned in all her erotic splendor: she wore only the black choker and her maryjanes. She pushed the girl forcibly to her knees and pressed Mia's face into her pussy. Mia ate her ravenously as my jealousy and anger and excitement grew and grew, and Alex turned and stretched herself out on the bed, pulling the young girl to her cunt as she did so. She used the weight of her tongue piercing against Alex's clit rhythmically, and Alex stretched her dancer's body to its limit and sighed loudly. "Oh my, you nasty bitch, oh yes, you feel so damned good!" she crooned. But just as she seemed about to cum she yanked Mia's head away and slapped her glistening face. It must have taken a lot of discipline for her to do that, to deny herself in that moment. "Not yet," Alex panted, "I want YOU to fuck ME, I want to be fucked by my sweet little slavegirl while my slut watches." I was aghast, burning with anger and envy. Mia stood up and retrieved the strapon and Alex fastened it onto her. Then my Mistress submissively stretched herself out and begged to be taken. Mia rose to the occasion, holding my Alex's legs apart by the ankles and moving her pseudo-cock into her cunt, harder and harder, and I winced as I heard Alex scream in uncontrollable delight, "Yes, I love how my little girl fucks me, I love it, fuck me Mia you cunt, fuck me harder, you sweet young lovely fucking slut, fuck me harder!" She seemed to emphasize each obscenity uttered with an upward thrust of her hips. I myself had hardly yet been touched, and I was aching unbearably, delirious with a confusing mixture of shame and anger and uncontrollable desire. They left the room after they had settled and returned with glasses of wine. Mia ungagged me and offered me a glass which I drank greedily. My head became instantly flushed. I was still on my knees, bound ankle to foot, my nipples clamped, still leashed by my collar and completely at her mercy. Mia was still wearing the huge strapon. She unbound my ankles and wrists and untied the leash from the bedpost, holding it in her hand. Thhe sat on the carpet several feet away, facing me, and tugged on my collar. "Come over here, bitch, I want you to mount me." Taking orders from someone so young made my body tingle. I crawled over to her and she pulled on my collar and kissed my lips as I straddled her cock. Then grasping me by the hips she moved me down onto it. I cried out as I was penetrated and I felt Alex move behind me. She gripped my hair and slapped my ass as it thrust downward, and soon I felt a sudden slippery moistness at the door to my anus, and then an unbelievable pressure and I nearly fainted. I turned to see Alex with another strapon, guiding it into my tight inexperienced ass. I was being fucked simultaneously, my cunt and my ass filled to their limit. My clamped breasts were bouncing and rubbing against Mia's pierced nipples and Mia was kissing me fiercely while Alex thrust gloriously into my bum and slapped my buttocks and flanks and yanked my hair. The sensation was incredible: I was consumed, overwhelmed, overcome, and my mind reeled with the utter newness of this hitherto unknown thrill that powerfully spread into and through every fiber of my body. "Take it, bitch, take your Mistresses' cocks, all the fucking way, you lovely fucking slut!" The three of us were frenzied and I came in uncontrollable waves and by the time they had finished with me I was completely exhausted. Now I realized why Alex had asked me to conserve my energies! Removing the clamps gave me another jolt of pain as the blood rushed back into my nipples. They unbuckled their harnesses but "forced" me to lick the cocks clean. I felt so utterly and delectably degraded as I took with relish into my mouth the instruments of my wild undoing. It was past 11. Mia began to dress so as not to arouse suspicion with her partner by returning too late. Alex gave her a passionate kiss, then threw me to her. "Go ahead, it's your turn." I hesitated, not knowing quite what to do, but Mia stepped forward, beautiful pierced and sexy Mia who had fucked both me and my Mistress, who tasted like ambrosia, and she drew me to her mouth. I took this beautifully sensuous vixen into my arms and kissed her for minutes. She sucked on and bit my lips and pulled my breasts and before I knew it she had pushed me to my knees and lifted her skirt and I was eating her out yet again, as voraciously as before, while Alex watched. There was no time to wonder about Alex's reaction as the sweet tender pussy of this lovely young girl captivated me beyond reason. I finished Mia off on the sofa. God, was she beautiful, funny hair and all! And insatiable too: she flooded my face with her cum and her orgiastic moaning drove me crazy. We finally broke away from each other. I was smitten by this precocious shrew and hoped that she would stay the night, and turned to implore Alex to influence her. But Alex had retreated to the bedroom already, leaving us alone. And on her way out Mia whispered, "I want to do you proper, just you and me, when the time is right. Stop by the store." * * * * * (to be continued, conclusion to follow. Feedback much appreciated!) Holiday Fireworks Ch. 05 Disclaimer: If you are under 18 and/or offended by descriptions of lesbian sex, domination and submission, then please don't read. The action gets pretty intense. Otherwise feel free to comment via email: I enjoy hearing from readers, especially since this is my first time writing erotica. Thanks to Jen for encouraging me to get it all out there. And to Alex, wherever you are. Part 5: Conclusion My head was swimming. I had been completely taken, captivated, degraded, filled, toyed with not only by my Mistress but by a girl who wasn't even old enough to drink legally! I sorely wished Mia could have stayed the night. Her enticing parting words rang in my ears and I conjured the image of her on her knees and pleasuring my pussy as I had pleasured her just now. I walked the few steps to Alex's bedroom with trepidation because I thought she would be angry with me for falling over Mia; but I kind of relished the idea of getting her back, remembering how furious I became when I was bound and gagged watching her fuck and be fucked by that little gorgeous bitch. So we were even. I wasn't such a total pushover after all. Maybe there was a bit of a domme lurking inside me too. But I was also simply exhausted. Three nights in a row of new experiences, unbearable tension and orgasmic release, three days of little appetite... It all caught up to me. I barely made it to the bathroom, and then crawled into bed. Alex was already asleep, or so I thought: she turned to me and commented, "So I guess you answered my question about Mia earlier tonight." I couldn't tell if she were smiling or not. I softly exhaled and kissed her shoulder and fell dead asleep. It was past 11 when I awoke. For the first time in days I was aware of hunger. Alex was moving about in the other room and as I stretched and slowly made my way into consciousness I reflected with incredulity on my explosive simultaneous introduction to lesbianism and submission. Alex's feminine beauty rendered me helpless. I worshipped it and her, and strangely enough, now even myself. I've long believed that the feminine form is peerless in Nature, is Nature's most remarkable and beautiful handiwork, but I had inexplicably held myself back from true and total dedication to it. The unexpected invitation to give myself over to this knowledge in the person of Alex was heaven-sent. I had found liberation in my captivity to her and redemption in prostrating myself at the altar of her beauty and elegance and art. Art -- she was a curator, I a designer and painter -- an immensely strong connection between us. Alex artfully introduced me to a realm that had been beyond my grasp. Somehow I'm sure she sensed the ennui, the unknowing dissatisfaction in me, and she unlocked a reservoir of new energy. Yet today was Sunday, the end of the holiday, and I was pensive on two counts. First, I didn't want to leave, and second, I wondered about Alex's reaction to my farewell ravishing of Mia. How easy it was for me to pursue that tender young cunt, to switch Mistresses... I was confused until I figured out that it was simply a question of my helplessness when faced with commanding feminine beauty. Alex burst into the bedroom. "No time for a shower, honey, we'll be late for brunch," she said cheerily. I was raunchy from the way I had been used, my face coated with pussy-cum. I thought of my degraded cleaning of the cocks that had fucked my ass and cunt, and how I would willingly go to my knees now to lick Alex's ass if she asked. "I'll get your clothes while you take care of yourself in the loo," she continued, "but hurry up." I peed quickly and washed my face and hands and when I entered the living room Alex had my outfit ready and waiting: a very short white linen halter top, denim mini-skirt, white cotton panties, white anklets and her heeled maryjanes. She herself was dressed in a black silk blouse, cutoffs and running shoes. God, she looked wonderful! I hurried into my clothes, blushing when I thought of being seen like this outside. But Alex's soothing hand on my cheek quieted my misgivings, and I then felt a surge of excitement at being on display as Alex's possession. She asked me to sit so she could make me up and when she was finished I looked like a wanton schoolgirl slut, a pure tart: very alluring, in fact, the kind that would attract me now! My eyes were heavily lined and shadowed and my lips colored a seductive reddish-orange. I was also conscious of my dear indispensable collar. "I've gotta get a pic of this," said Alex, reaching for her digital camera. I grew instantly afraid and started to question and Alex gingerly set the camera down and examining me with sternness, commanded "Please get on your fucking knees, you cunt," hissing her words very softly. I dropped immediately. "Take my fingers in your mouth." I did, sucking on them and wetting them copiously, and she removed her hand and slapped me hard across the left cheek. She offered me her fingertips to kiss, which I did, and then slapped me again, harder. My cheek stung but my body was melting at the pleasure of being in her command. "You're an impertinent little bitch. I'll take whatever pictures I want of you, where I want, and when I want, do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress," I meekly replied. "And I'll do whatever I want with them," she continued. "I can put them on the web, I can send them to your boss, I can bring them to dance class... You've no control whatsoever, do you understand?" For the first time her voice was louder than usual. Was this the anger about Mia and me? "Now, lift your top and show me those small breasts of yours." I did as told. "Good, that'll do for starters," she sweetly commented as she snapped a shot. "Let's get going." We headed for a small trendy restaurant not too far from the lingerie shop. Needless to say we attracted a great deal of attention from any and everyone, two lovely and provocatively dressed girls sauntering along the streets of the city on a warm summer day. At the restaurant we placed our orders and I felt the weight of about a hundred eyeballs on me as Alex made it very clear by her gestures that I was her lover, her "possession." At this point I didn't care if I'd run into someone from work: what would it matter in comparison to this glorious new state? "What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?" she asked, almost reading my mind. "Oh, 830 or so, it's flexible. But should I call in sick? I can't bear the thought of leaving you so soon," I blurted out. Alex smiled radiantly. "No, you'll be at work on time, which makes the hours we have left all the more precious." Then she added, mischievously, "So much to teach, so little time." Our food came and we ate robustly, then added a dessert to share. I felt like a teenager in puppy-love as I spooned chocolate mousse cake from the center of the table with Alex. It was at that point that my desire, that feeling beginning in my cunt but spreading into my innards and along my limbs, began to grow, to revisit me again. My whole skin started to tingle at the nebulous idea of what might be in store. My pussy drenched my panties, so much so that I could smell my heat. Alex grew serious. "Now, my little slut, I want to tell you about what we're going to do when we get home. Listen and don't interrupt. First, pictures. You're going to pose lewdly for me in your slutty schoolgirl outfit, showing the camera your sweet shaven pussy and nice puckered ass and your firm big-nippled breasts, but you're going to make sure you keep your hands way from the hot spots: no touching without my permission!" "Second," she continued, "as we finish with the pics you'll strip down to nothing but your shoes, socks and collar. There's a plant hanging from the ceiling in my bedroom, it's near the bar and the mirrored wall. I'll give you a footstool to take it down and then to thread a length of rope through the eyebolt it hung from. Then you'll retrieve my scarves and I will bind your hands together with them, and then one end of the rope around them. I'll secure the other end, and pull your arms up as high as I can, and you'll be able to see all of this in the mirror as I prepare to test your mettle." I listened breathlessly. "Now, reach down and give me your sopping panties. Now!" I tried to be as nonchalant as I could and I slipped them off slowly, as surreptitiously as I could in the crowded eating-place. My actions weren't unnoticed. I handed the panties to Alex, wet and pungent, with a trembling hand over the table. She stretched them quite demonstratively, and brought them to her mouth and nose and inhaled. I watched in a kind of shock at her openness. "Mmmm, my little cunt, you smell divine, and you're wet beyond belief! I like that in a bitch." She even had the audacity to leave the moist garment on the table with our tip, and a dozen heads turned our way as we left. We took a slow walk home, full of anticipation. I was already thinking of the stages Alex described and this worked me into a state of charged eroticism as I imagined my tasks and her touches, and what would come.... "Why me?" I ventured to ask as we strolled. "How did you know to choose me for this, how did you know I would fall for you?" Alex smiled. "It was sooooo obvious, my darling, so obvious. You were bursting with wish to serve, to offer your lovely body up to a knowing lover like myself. It was all there in the way you danced." When we returned home I was put to use immediately. Alex snapped at least a dozen shots of me in various obscene poses, bent over, legs spread, pussy lips parted, breasts exposed. I stripped down to my heels and socks and then went into the bedroom to lower the plant and thread into the eyebolt a length of clothesline rope. I brought her the scarves from her dresser, those familiar playthings of hers, and she bound my wrists and attached the dangling rope to them. She tugged on the rope after positioning me under the eyebolt, assuring me it could hold several hundred pounds of force, and raised my arms high over my head, high and higher, until I was standing on the tips of my toes with my legs together. She anchored the other end of the rope to a bedpost. It felt both exhilarating and tiring to be stretched out like that. If I spread my legs I would be completely off the ground. As it was, I struggled just to stay on my toes. Alex approached me and stroked my hair and told me how beautiful I was. "Look at yourself, my little slave girl, did you ever imagine spending a 4th of July weekend like this?" "No, Mistress," I weakly replied. "How far -- or how low -- have you come? A degraded helpless powerless cunt who will beg to be even more degraded, who will plead to be humiliated and abused by her Mistress." She reached around and lightly touched my nipples and I sighed involuntarily. She pinched and rolled them a bit and then she began to pull my nipples as far out as possible before releasing them suddenly. "Ooohh," I cried, "that feels so good, so good Mistress!" She then began to slap my breasts, at first lightly and then with greater force, by stretching out a nipple to its utmost with one hand and smacking the flesh of the breast with the other. This drove me wild with lust, sending jolts to my cunt with each blow. "Yes, they've been neglected, haven't they?" Alex noted. "We'll, we can correct that." She affixed the nipple clamps she had used last night on me, alligator clips. The pressure they exerted was minimal, just enough to make their presence felt, to provide an exhilarating tingle, to make me aware of my breasts, my eroticism, my subservience. But they hurt a great deal more when Alex played with the connecting chain to pull and stretch my poor little breasts. I grew accustomed to the pain of her manipulations, which itself acted like an aphrodisiac with a direct line to my pussy. I reveled in Alex's attention. I could see myself dangling helplessly in the mirror directly before me. And I looked and felt so tremendously sexy! I would do anything for my cruel-tender Alex. "Now, to complete this part of your subjugation," said Alex, "I want to make sure you're quiet." She used another scarf to gag me, tying it very tight. She then ran her hands slowly up my sides and across my stomach and then onto my buttocks and the backs of my thighs and calves. "OK, bitch, take a good look at the lovely cunt you are. I'm going to give you some time to think about the consequences of betraying your Mistress." Alex left the room unceremoniously. Time passed. I began to wonder whether she'd ever return. My muscles ached. If I moved my feet just slightly apart my arms would be overtaxed. In a stupid fit of anger I thrashed out and then swung from side to side painfully. My nipples were burning-numb. I quietly cried at times. And I also had the fantasy of being fucked, of Alex and Mia quietly entering and penetrating my ass and cunt roughly again. I finally heard the door open and Alex drew near. She was wearing a sheer black bustless and crotchless teddy and black leather pumps, which made her look menacing and also incredibly sexy. I was weak with relief: surely she had punished me enough and would let me down. I had learned my lesson. But I saw in the mirror that Alex carried in her hand the thin leather belt from her cutoff jeans she wore earlier. The first blow burned across my right buttock causing me to jerk involuntarily. My scream was muffled by the gag. It stung terribly. I lost my footing and swung a bit and strained my arms. "Please keep still," Alex said with her characteristic softness of voice. I tried to nod my head but the second blow came quickly and made me shiver with pain as it landed on my back. Then the third, and fourth... And I lost count as the pain became so intense. "You unreliable fucking whore," whispered Alex. Thwat! "You ungrateful slut." Swat! She lashed my back, my buttocks, the undersides of my thighs, and I moaned. In the mirror my entire feeble self was clearly at her mercy, completely in her thrall. Then suddenly the lashing stopped and I felt her soft tender hand slide across the lips of my cunt. I broke down in sobs of gratitude as she lightly kissed my neck while caressing my pussy. Then just as suddenly the lashing resumed, this time on the front of my thighs and under my arms and across my stomach. I lurched as the tip of the belt snapped near my clamped nipples. But Alex came near again and delicately fondled my pussy, sliding her finger along its lips and gently pressing into its folds, and sweet gratitude overwhelmed me as she removed my gag and kissed me on the lips. "Do you like what you see?" she inquired. I didn't know whether she meant me, or her, or both, but I silently assented. And then -- and then she stepped back and began to snap the leather tool over my pubis. I spread my legs instantly to avoid the blows and this only exposed my cunt all the more and hurt my arms. "You're a disobedient fucking bitch," Alex calmly exclaimed. "I thought I told you to stay still?" "I'm sorry, Mistress!" I cried. "I hate disobedience," she answered. She lashed me several times across my ass and I was aflame, burning, hurting, fighting off tears. But when her elegant hand came again to my cunt I wept. I wept and grew wet and as Alex sensed my burgeoning arousal she warned, "Don't you dare cum without your Mistress's permission." She continued to caress my pussy, to slide her elegant fingers along its lips, and my tension was building and I wanted to cum so desperately so as to wash away the pain and perversity and the loneliness, to make everything between us right again. "Oh yes, Mistress, thank you, thank you, please don't stop, please get me off, please, make me cum, PLEASE!" I was shouting. Alex simply left the room. I'm not sure when she returned. I was desolate, I'd lost all track of time. I collapsed onto her and clung to her as she led me to the bathroom to relieve myself and then ushered me to her bed. The cool sheets were soothing to my burning ass and back as she spread me out. She crossed my arms behind my head and attached my right arm to the left bedpost by a scarf, and vice versa. She lifted my legs up and pulled them apart and back and tied them behind on the posts so that my cunt and ass were even more accessible and vulnerable. "The more helpless you are the prettier you look," said Alex as she kissed the insides of my thighs. She kissed my lips and then proceeded to blindfold me. I was truly desperate for release: a day's worth of sexual tension had built up, with nowhere to go! But in light of Alex's savagery, I was truly afraid, afraid but willing to sacrifice my fear to please her. "How is that sweet cunt of yours doing?" she asked. "Oh Mistress, it craves your touch, it wants you, I want you, I want you, I love you, my Mistress." I was frenzied, and being blindfolded accentuated every sound and taste and touch. I felt something spongy but rough rest on my cunt. What was it? It was removed, then it was there again, pressing my pussy lips and burning clit. I instinctively tried to move into it but it disappeared. Then a sudden blow squarely on my cunt and I recoiled but seeped with wetness. I couldn't take this torture, this teasing, this bringing me to the edge and back, edge and back! But I figured out what Alex was using: the loofah-brush, the backscrubber I had showered myself with. Alex tortured me mercilessly with it: pressing and rubbing it against my mons, then suddenly lifting it; smacking my cunt hard with it, then soft. Brushing my clamped nipple tips with it unawares, or pulling on the chain that connected the clamps, all unpredictably, all exquisitely timed to surprise and excite and frustrate. She tapped my cunt with the loofah ten times in a row and then, on the verge of cumming, she stopped. How did she know me so well? "What are you?" she asked. "A slut," I replied. Whack! "What else?" "A cunt, a bitch, a slave." Whack! "Whom do you serve?" "You." Whack! "Whom?" "You." Whack! "Again!" "You, you, you!." Whack! Whack! Whack! "Shall I call Mia to fuck you?" I hesitated. Whack! Whack! Whack! "No, Mistress, no!" "I didn't hear you." "NO!" Whack! "NO!" Whack! "NO NO NO NO NO!" Whack! Whack! Whack! She relented for a moment; my cunt was tingling, at the tipping point. "And do you want to cum?" "Yes, Mistress, yes, more than anything I want to cum!" I cried. "How much?" "Totally, so much, much..." I was babbling. "Please, Mistress, I beg of you, please make me cum, I BEG OF YOU!" She rested the loofah on my pussy and moved it slowly up and down to create a magnificently delicious friction and I was now, finally, on the road to heaven, except --- she stopped! "You don't dare to cum, not yet" she said inexplicably. I was panting and sweating as she left the room. "Fuck!" I shouted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck you, you bitch, I hate you, I hate you, but I love you, please Mistress, I love you and want to cum for you, please!" The door opened again and her footsteps drew nearer and her warm soft mouth and tongue engulfed my desperately aching pussy, and I exploded instantly, drenching her face, quivering with delight as I heard her lick and lap my juices. She unbound me and cradled me in her arms and stroked my hair and I instinctively went to my knees to minister to her magnificent cunt. Alex too had been practicing self-restraint, so when she came she came thunderously. I wore my collar to work that Monday, proudly. Tuesday I received a letter from Alex informing me that she would be moving overseas imminently to take up a curatorial promotion. She thanked me and enclosed the collar's key. When I inquired for Mia at the lingerie shop I learned that she had left for Europe with her cousin, the blonde museum worker .... Holiday Fireworks Ch. 05 The End (Since this encounter I have had a few spankings at best; my gf is great but not adventurous. Every so many months I'm seized by the urge to find a real-life domme...but so far to no avail. Unless something exciting happens to me I won't have anything to write about further. Many thanks to the readers who've emailed encouragement. Any further comments via email would be really appreciated.)