2 comments/ 44317 views/ 0 favorites The Fireworks Continue Ch. 01 By: sonyales Disclaimer: This is a fictional continuation of my story "Holiday Fireworks". If you are under 18 or offended by descriptions of sexual interactions between women, please go elsewhere. If not, read on and feel free to email me with comments. It has been a year since my discovery of and conversion to submissive lesbianism. Alex and Mia turned out to be cousins and as far as I knew now lived in London. I was bitterly angry in the days after the 'fireworks', angry that upon awakening to my truer self the woman whom I lusted to serve disappeared. I guess I really did think I was someone special, and maybe I was, maybe I was. If she returned I would willingly drop to my knees in service, willingly offer my lovely body to her use and abuse. Gradually my anger subsided and the memories of those 4 days sustained me. My artwork grew freer and bolder. I myself grew paradoxically more assertive and therefore successful at the office. Although I kept my private life private word got around that I didn't care much for men. I thought I detected a gleam of envy in the eyes of the unhappily married women at our firm (and I didn't know ONE who was happily married!). I also continued to take ballet, secretly hoping for a new member of the class. My friend Jennifer was now separated and one night over a drink after class I confided to her my experiences with Alex and Mia. Her jaw dropped and I could see she was aroused and it felt good to arouse her. I spared no detail – the slaps, the wax, the collar, Mia's clit ring, my double-pleasure, my flogging.... I even told Jen about swallowing Alex's golden fluid in the morning as a gesture of obeisance. "I didn't know I would ever do such things," I said, "but now they seem so natural. I love the female body." Jen told me of her marital problems. Her husband was 30, very much into his business and sports. Not bad in bed, she said, but nothing special either. "You know, I'm 25, and I can't believe this is all there is to sex," she lamented. "Well," I replied, "it doesn't have to be." There was a pause. I broke the awkward silence. "Do you think less of me for what I've done? Do you think I'm a hopeless perv? Be honest, Jen." "No, Sonya, no.... I think – I just think you're lucky, lucky and....and beautiful." She blushed. Jen was a brunette – long dark lustrous hair and dark eyes, olive skin. At 5'6" she was a little taller than I. Her body was very athletic, very strong. If she had taken dance seriously in her youth she might have become a talent. Her breasts were very full. "Thanks, Jen," I said, and added demurely, "but not as beautiful as you." I meant it. My face is intelligent and attractive, but by no means classically pretty. And my breasts... my poor small breasts. They are exquisitively sensitive and I love them and wouldn't trade them for anything bigger, but they're small and get hardly a glance. Jen was gorgeous in a sultry Latin way. Her Irish hubby didn't strike me as the sensually appreciative type. "I'd love to paint you," I said suddenly. She smiled innocently. "I'd be flattered." We arranged for her to sit for me the next Saturday afternoon. Jen arrived and she was obviously tipsy. She was all smiles and flirts and to tell the truth I was put off. She stripped almost immediately and assumed several peculiar poses and I became annoyed. "C'mon, Sonya, what do you want me to do?" she cried. "I know how you lesbos are, you'll do anything for the taste and feel of a REAL woman!" She laughed. "Jen," I said softly. "Don't 'Jen' me," she replied. I could smell the alcohol on her breath. It made me sick. "Jen, come on, lie down for me over here." I led her to my sofa and stretched her naked body out and by the time I had fetched my sketch pad she was fast asleep. I took advantage of her motionlessness to do a credible rendering of her lovely form. Her muscular thighs and back were evident. I did wonder about what kind of lover she would be, and it struck me that her husband must have avoided her for some reason. Yes, she was pushy, full of herself, and not sensual at all when she behaved that way. It was as if she were afraid of the vulnerable aspect of sensuality, the giving in to desire, the giving up of oneself to one's lover of the moment. I seemed to see all this in the hour or so I spent with my pencil. I recalled too that as a dancer she was hard – good, competent, but too hard. And when she first drew my attention to Alex I remembered such a flood of lust for Alex, but none at all for her, which struck me as odd. Now I think I know why. Then I had an idea. When Jen awoke on my sofa she discovered quickly that her wrists were bound together over her head. I had also secured them to the rear leg of the sofa with my scarves, so she had little play. And while she was sleeping I carefully tied a long silk scarf to each ankle, gingerly fastening one ankle to the front leg of the sofa, so that it dangled a bit off the sofa's edge, and the other to the rear leg. This leg I had lifted to rest atop the sofa's back cushions, with the result that her legs were spread wide apart to expose her precious little womanly cunt. I dressed myself in a pair of white lace panties and bra, very skimpy, with nothing else. I sat across from her, watching, sipping on a soda. Jen squirmed. "Hey," she called, "what's going on?" As she realized the extent of her helplessness she cursed me. "Hey Sonya, what the fuck is this? Stop playing this fucking game." "Sssshhh," I admonished. "Fuck you! – get these fucking things off me, bitch!" Her voice grew louder as I approached. "Jen, ssshhhh.... The neighbors will hear," I said softly. "That's fucking right!" she shouted. Then I slapped her and she was stunned and quieted for a moment. "Quiet!" I whispered. "You bitch!" she replied. I slapped her again, on her mouth, harder this time. "You... " She shouted again and again I slapped her, this time pulling on her lustrous brown hair. I felt a flush of power and excitement. I liked what I was doing to her. She glared at me and I slapped her mouth yet again for good measure. She was utterly silent as I gagged her with another scarf and tightly knotted it behind her head. I looked over her body. I now knew what Alex must have felt with me, the pure delight of ownership, of being able to do anything you wanted with a lovely feminine body before you. I took my time gazing and caressing. I traced my fingers from her hands to her feet. I ran them along her sides. I softly kissed the undersides of her arms and then her neck. I could smell Jen's arousal and knew how wet she was becoming, and how relaxed. I kissed from her neck down to her navel and she shuddered. I licked along the same path and she moaned. Then I moved my kisses along her thighs and calves and feet, brushing my lips, flicking out my tongue occasionally. Her full breasts looked luscious, begging to be tended. I dribbled my spittle slowly over each of her nipples, making them hard and erect. Very very deliberately I embraced each nipple with my lips and oh so gently sucked. Jen's back arched and she moaned involuntarily. I teased her nipples the way Alex had teased mine, and Jen was captivated. I then began to slap her breasts sharply and she cried out. "Do you like this, Jen?" I asked. She nodded. I slapped a bit harder, more keenly, stinging her nipples and the soft undersides of each breast. "Are you sure, bitch?" I softly inquired. She nodded vigorously. I slapped and spanked her glistening breasts even harder, occasionally spitting on them to keep them wet and slippery, to enhance the sting of my hand. "Now listen to me Jen, listen up like a good slut. I'm going to remove the gag, but only on one condition. One condition.... And that is...." Jen was heaving a bit, very excited I could see. I continued. "The condition is that you can only say 'please', 'thank you', 'yes' and 'Mistress'. Got it?" She assented. "Do you accept this condition?" She nodded again. I slapped her cheek. Again she nodded. So I removed the gag and kissed her full and deep on the lips, and her hardness was gone. We kissed for minutes and I was now growing more and more aroused by her. The softer and more willing she became the hotter was I. The powerful aroma from her cunt was so sweet.... "I love the way you smell, Jen," I said. "Thank you, Mistress" she replied. "You're behaving much better now," I continued. "Yes." "You're quite a slut." "Thank you, Mistress." I brought my hand hard down onto her exposed pussy, which was trimmed neatly but not shaven like mine. "Oh!" she exclaimed. I slapped her face immediately and replaced the gag roughly. "So disobedient so soon!" I exclaimed. I left the room and returned with a Polaroid. Jen's eyes widened with fear and she shook her head violently and attempted to cry out in protest. Her screams were muffled and I took a handful of pictures. After each developed I made sure to show her. She became very still. "Now maybe you'll be a little less disobedient," I murmured. I removed the gag and kissed her deeply again and she returned my kiss with ardor. She was mine for the taking. I should have known it when she first told me about Alex's glances in class. Her cunt was beckoning, however, and the first small touch of my tongue onto her pussy lips sent her thighs shuddering. I ran my tongue and lips delicately along her slit, and oh so slowly, u and down. She was most wet.... "Thank you, yes, Mistress," she cooed. I spanked her cunt suddenly. "Thank you!" she exclaimed. "You're welcome, bitch." I gave her cunt a hard stinging slap and her ass leapt off the sofa and when she settled down I gave her another. She was growing wetter and wetter. "Thank you, Mistress," she said huskily. She thanked me after each blow and each blow became more intense and each 'thank you' louder. "You want to cum, don't you bitch" "Yes, Mistress," she purred. "But you do NOT have my permission." "No, Mistress." She looked forlorn, aware of her transgression. I smiled. "What did you say?" "Sonya, I'm sorry..." I grabbed her hair very roughly and spat on her face and slapped her twice across her mouth, backhand and forehand. "Thank you, Mistress," she whispered. I gagged her again. I was fast becoming a monster. I was doing to her what had been done to me, punishing her for her role in introducing me to Alex, beautiful fucking Alex who had initiated me and then abandoned me. I caught hold of myself. "I'll give you another chance, you bitch," I said quietly. She nodded as if in thanks. "Have you ever tasted pussy before?" I asked. She shook her head. "Are you sure?" She nodded. "Good... because I'd love for you to lick my lesbian cunt. I want to feel your slutty "womanly" lips on my pussy, I want to make you forget you've ever thought about an ugly cock before in your life." I slipped off my panties. They were heavy with moisture, my juices, and as I removed Jen's gag I let her smell and taste the my essence in the fabric. I then straddled her head and held onto her wrists as I lowered my glistening charged cunt to her waiting mouth. She licked tentatively at first and I pressed myself down on her face and her tongue grew bolder. I coiled her long hair in each hand and lifted her head into my crotch. "Suck on my pussy lips like a proper slut," I advised. I moved her head by the hair so that her tongue made wide swaths along the length of my hungry sopping cunt., and then I pulled her head rapidly side-to-side. I pressed down harder and rubbed my pussy along the length of her face, leaving it bathed in my juices. She was loving every bit of it! I then turned around and assumed a 69. Her tight little pussy was divine. I stretched myself out and clasped her ankles with my hands as I lowered my yearning lips. She lifted her cunt to my face, all the while still licking me, and I attacked her pussy with reckless fierce abandon. Her cunt quivered as I engulfed her tender clitoris with my lips, sucked it furiously into my mouth while lashing it rapidly with my flicking tongue, side to side, in circles, and directly. How long I had fantasized about pleasing my Mistress this way! With Alex gone, Jen would suffice for now. I brought her to the edge several times and would quickly lift my head to wait for the orgasmic rumblings to subside before again devouring that sweet pussy, making love to its tender pinknesses. Jennifer came once, and then again, and it took all my will power to keep from cumming myself. She arched her body and it spasmed into my face and her moans were like music, high-pitched and gentle, telling of newness and gratitude. I arose and kissed her passionately, my pet, on the mouth and stood over her. I lifted one leg and rested my foot on the top of the sofa, giving Jen a superb view of my cunt and ass. I then took my right middle finger and placed it in Jennifer's mouth to be lubricated. She complied eagerly and I inserted it into my tender lusting nether-channel. I moved my finger in and out of my ass, slowly, with mounting tension, and with my left hand I exposed my clit, rubbing alongside it. I was getting so close, all the more inflamed by Jen's dark smouldering eyes beneath me, and her open beckoning mouth. I removed my left hand from my privates and used it to lift Jen's head up to my cunt as I continued to ply my ass. The feel of Jen's exquisitely soft lips on my bud and inner flesh was overwhelming. "You lovely... fucking... bitch... slut.... gorgeous.... I'm cumming! Jen you cunt, I'm cumming, I'm cumming on your beautiful fucking lesbian face!!!!" I heaved and moaned and drenched Jen's visage and her mouth was unstoppable. She also licked and sucked my finger with glee. "Thank you, Mistress," she said, seductively. I was spent. As if in a trance I gagged her again, without the slightest protest or whimper, and stole into my bedroom. I gazed at myself long and hard in the mirror. What was I becoming, what had I become? I wasn't sure. I recalled dimly Alex's words about true subs needing to domme as they were trained. But whatever it was, I wanted to see it through. For now Jen was mine and far too lovely to let slip away. End of Part 1. Feedback appreciated. The Fireworks Continue Ch. 02 Disclaimer: If you are under 18 or offended by graphic depictions of lesbian sexuality with a sadomasochistic theme, please go elsewhere. Otherwise feel free to email feedback. This is a fictional continuation of the story begun by "Holiday Fireworks." I sat, spent, on the edge of my bed, musing. It was late afternoon. The idea of a pet lying in wait for me stirred up my lust even though I had just been sated. In some strange way I felt closer to the absent Alex. I felt as if I were Jen, subdued and exhilarated by a sadistically sexy Mistress, that I was both Jen and Alex simultaneously somehow.... I grew confused. It was disgusting enough to admit to the sick pleasures of being slapped and toyed with, fucked and humiliated, but it was even more disgusting, I thought, to be the sadistic bitch who meted out such alluring punishments. What kind of person was I really? I had friends, good friends; I was generous, giving, loving, affectionate to them and to family. I didn't steal or gossip or willfully hurt anyone in my public life. And yet how could I reconcile that person with the imperiously cruel woman who had slapped her friend, spat in her face, bound and gagged her into total submission and thrilled at the fact of her being completely at my mercy? I saw the protests, the glint of fear in her eyes, but I also saw the excited gleam of obeisant joy. I saw Jen's hardness melt away, saw the craving for a commanding hand as I myself had craved one. I needed to take a walk, to clear my head, to come to my senses, so I threw on a light white linen minidress and sandals. I kept on my white lace bra but forsook my panties: I wanted the cool air to waft along my thighs and to play about my wet pussy as I walked. I emerged from my bedroom and knelt by my docile new pet. Jen was languorously calm, bound as she was, and I removed the scarf from her mouth to kiss her. She returned my kiss with surprising fervor and I caressed her luscious body as she purred in contentment. "You must be hungry," I said. "Mmmmm," she replied. "Not for me, silly!" I playfully rejoined. "I'm going to get us something a little more filling, if less pleasurable, to eat." "Whatever you wish, Mistress," Jen whispered sultrily. "You're awfully sweet," I replied. Jen smiled and I couldn't resist another passionate kiss. Power was a heady aphrodisiac: my lust grew. Jen's face was fine-featured, almost chiseled; her dark eyes were riveting, her lips full and soft. Yes, she was beautiful, not merely attractive, but beautiful. "I want to make sure you're comfortable while I'm gone," I said. I gagged her again effortlessly and unfastened the scarf that held her raised foot to the rear sofa leg and used it to tie her ankles together fairly closely. Then I untied the scarf holding her other foot to the front leg. I also detached the scarf stretching her hands over her head and momentarily unfastened her wrists. I took the detached silk scarf and tied it around her lovely narrow waist and then righted her. She was sitting up for me, completely docile, and I had the impulse to slap her again, but I refrained. Instead I rather roughly pulled her hands behind her back and bound her wrists and further bound them to the scarf around her waist. "Now, get on your knees, my sweet little cunt, and let me guide you to the bathroom." She complied as I grabbed a fistful of hair and led her to the loo, where she relieved herself. It took at least a minute, no doubt because of the alcohol she had imbibed, and I wiped the traces of pee from her pretty privates for her and eased her again to her knees. I couldn't believe how pretty she seemed, how kitten-like, how... grateful. This wasn't a new person: no, this was the person I had dimly secretly somehow knew from all our dance classes together, all our little talks, all the clues, all the bitching about her husband, all her prurient interest in me and Alex. She simply and purely loved women, and was discovering it rather late, like me. Jen taught English in a private junior high school and I imagined the effect she must have had on her students, male and female – and the effect they had on her. I wondered how she fantasized about them, those nubile 13 and 14 year olds, and about the restraint it must have taken. Maybe that's where the hardness came in, the hardness as a necessary façade, without which she might have acted on impulse and jeopardized her career, not to mention her entire life! Yes, I bet she would beg to be set upon by her young students, and to set upon them.... As I mused I was guiding Jen slowly into my carpeted bedroom. The effects of her drinking had mostly worn off but I assumed she'd be tired again after our pleasures. "Are you sleepy, darling?" I asked. She nodded. "And thirsty too, I bet," I replied. Again she assented. I returned with a shallow bowl of water and set it at my feet before removing her gag. She leaned over without hesitation and started lapping, my good little pet, until I nudged the bowl over with my foot to spill the little that remained. And I waited. Without direction Jen moved her head down and kissed the arch of my right foot. Her dark hair hung about her face and covered my foot and I could feel her soft lips and exquisite tongue and caught my breath as she kissed and imperceptibly licked along my insole and ankle and calf. She sent amazingly erotic shivers through me! "Good girl," I said affectionately, "good sweet slut." Then I lifted her head up forcibly and replaced the gag. I moved her to my bed, her back to its footboard, untied her wrists and retied them to each of the bedposts. She was on her knees, ankles bound tightly to each other. Her arms were stretched sideways and suspended by my scarves, and she was gagged. If she wished she could rise up a bit and lean forward and let her luscious breasts dangle, or simply rest her firm ass on the backs of her bound legs. I decided to fasten her bound ankles also to the lower legs of the bed, and finally to blindfold her. She looked divine. I could scarcely contain myself, scarcely imagine how aroused the sight of this willing "womanly" young beauty would make me. Part of me wished to pinch and slap and hear her grateful muffled moans, part of me to lick and stroke and stoke the fires of her own lust to a point that became unbearable....All the while MY pussy grew wetter and wetter, my throat drier and drier with pure yearning. She was mine: she knew it, and I knew it, and we both loved it. I checked myself: I needed to walk, to think, to make things clearer. I knelt down before Jen and whispered in her ear, softly: "You are such a pretty bitch.... I can hardly keep my hands off you, Jen," I said. "But I'm going to go out for a bit, love, and while I'm gone I want you to think of how naughty it was for you to come here drunk and make those really unkind comments about lesbians. So think hard about that, and about how my sweet slutty lesbian pet deserves to be reprimanded." The air was cool and my head swam as I meandered aimlessly through the park and along the river. Many people were about but I hardly noticed them. Eventually I landed in a café and ordered a latte and a container of sliced fresh fruit -- strawberries, grapes, melon – to take out. As I sipped my coffee I kept thinking about the willing helpless Jen, wishing to be her, wishing more fervently for Alex never to have left me. But this strange new sensation of complete control filled and excited and worried me too. I decided to have another coffee, to let Jen experience what I had when Alex left me dangling that fateful last day of our encounter, waiting, wondering, worrying, anticipating....Her lovely breasts called out to me, so much fuller than my own, so ripe, but I determined not to abuse them the way Alex had mine. The clamps she had used left my nipples sore for weeks afterwards, no doubt to serve as a reminder of her. No, I would surpass my once and former Mistress in the delicacy of my 'torture'. I had been gone for about 2 hours. Jen sighed when I entered the bedroom. I removed the scarf from her mouth and proferred strawberries, which she greedily consumed. Yes, I had her eating out of my hand. I stroked her hair as she fed and I took the juice that dribbled from the corners of her mouth and spread it around her breasts. I bit into a strawberry and slid the uneaten half up and down her cunt's swollen slit. The sudden chill caused a shudder. I stood and whisked off my dress. My pussy was so wet, so wet..... I rubbed a piece of melon along it and gave it to Jen to savor and I pressed her juice-covered mouth to my pussy and she licked me tenderly. I was in a special kind of heaven, a beautiful slave at my feet ready to be taken, ready to tend to any erotic wish. "Jen," I said, "it's Saturday night....I'm going to keep you here with me until tomorrow afternoon. Do you need to make any phone calls?" "No, Mistress." "You can call me Sonya for now." "No, Sonya." "Good." "How do you feel?" "Wonderful, Sonya." "And sober?" "Yes," she giggled. "I drank because I was afraid." "And now, are you afraid now?" I asked. "No, Sonya." "Maybe you should be." "I want to please you, Sonya, I can't believe how good it feels to please you. I think you're ravishing." "Flattery will get you everywhere, dear pet," I replied. "And I think you're beautiful too, and I want to take my time with you. And of course you need to be punished for your naughtiness." "Yes." I could smell her excitement. "You've been very naughty, haven't you?" "Yes, Sonya." She lowered her eyelids. "You made me very angry, especially that crack about lesbians." "I'm sorry, Sonya." I untied the long scarves that linked her ankles and wrists to the bedposts and bade her rise, still blindfolded. I took her juice-coated nipples into my mouth very delicately and Jen sighed. I then led her onto my bed. Because of her bound ankles she was forced to move very slowly. I pushed her over the side of the bed and lifted her knees so that she was on all fours. I took the scarves dangling from her wrists and bound her hands tightly behind her back and fastened them to the scarf around her waist. The side of her face rested on a pillow near the head of the bed. I ran my left hand along her smoothly muscled back and then abruptly brought my right hand sharply across her rounded firm delectable ass, leaving a red imprint. "Ooooh," cooed Jen. I repeated the blow and she quivered and cooed again. My hand hurt from the force of the slaps, so I quickly retrieved a hairbrush from my dresser. I slowly pressed the soft bristles along the crack of her ass and into her pussy. Jen wriggled involuntarily with pleasure. Very deliberately I took a handful of hair in my left hand and lifted Jen's head up off the pillow. With my right hand I brought the flat side of the wooden brush against her lovely buttocks. "Oh!" she yelped. "Is something wrong?" I asked. "No, Mistress," she replied. I slid the brush along the upper outside part of her right thigh and then brought it sharply down causing her to recoil and yelp again. "Do you know how to count, slut?" I inquired. "Yes, Mistress," Jen said meekly. "Can you count backwards from 21?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good girl. I'm very fond of mathematicians....and mathematicians like challenges, don't they?" "Yes..." "Well, your challenge will be to keep count as each of my loving strokes gets harder and harder. Do you think you can do that, bitch?" "Yes, Mistress." "Start counting." I swung and smacked her squarely in the middle of her buttocks. "21!" I roughly pulled her hair and spanked my lovely pet harder and harder. By "15" her ass was completely red. I waited for the sharp stinging to subside after each blow, and each blow became more and more intense, as did Jen's reactions. Her breathing quickened and she writhed uncontrollably, but she kept the count. Her pussy was wetter and wetter, too, the slut. I moistened the flat side of the brush by pressing it into the folds of her cunt between each stroke and continued to spank her fiercely. Her counts became cries and shrieks. My final blow landed in-between her buttocks and caught her pussy lips. "One!!!" Jen screamed, and as I released my hold on her hair her face fell into the pillows. She was sobbing and heaving as I removed the blindfold now wet with her tears. I stroked her cheek. "Are these tears of gratitude or hurt, bitch?" I asked. "Both, Mistress," Jen quietly replied. "Just as they should be," I said. "Let's try not to be so naughty." "No, Mistress," she sobbed. "Good. Now I suppose you'd like to thank me, wouldn't you?" "Yes, Mistress." She was recovering now, her breaths more even as the pain subsided. "Of course you would." I unbound her ankles and spread her legs and pulled her feet towards the posts of the footboard. Her wet cunt was deliciously open and I ran my hand across it and had her lick my fingers. I loved working the scarves. As I tied and untied I never failed to stroke and caress a part of her lovely body. The tying and untying of knots became a mesmerizing ritual for me and a way of enhancing her excitement too. Her feet were now secured to each bedpost. My own pussy was dripping with desire, aching for attention, yet I knew I had to exercise restraint. I slid onto the bed and pushed a pillow under my hard smooth butt and drew Jen's face into my crotch by her hair. I lifted my legs upwards and backwards. "Now, my sweet little bitch, thank your Mistress properly: I want your lovely grateful tongue in my ass, and I want you to stay away from my pussy unless I tell you otherwise." I pulled Jen's face harshly towards my anus and her tongue sought out and reached my nether-bud. She circled it and swathed it and prodded it and now it was my turn to purr. I pulled her head rhythmically into me and she made her tongue rigid and poked it into my anus, deeper and deeper with each stroke. "Lick your Mistress's ass, you slut, lick it!" I commanded. Jen licked, and sucked, and prodded, and fucked my sensitive nether-hole with her warm soft tongue and lips. I loved it, I loved her.....But when her tongue strayed upwards grazing my yearning cunt I quickly recoiled and smacked her mouth. She was drunk, but not with alcohol: she was drunk with submissive pleasure. I eased my anus to her lips again and she resumed her exquisite ministrations. Then I pulled away abruptly to avoid becoming frenzied. I slid backwards toward the headboard and as she watched I began to massage my pussy, to press my clit, to finger my sopping cunt. The sight of her prostrate body being denied the pleasure of pleasing me made me hotter and hotter. "I want you to watch, you bitch – you have to earn the right to please me." So saying, I kept my legs lewdly spread and worked my hands and fingers into my pussy, and I came. Jen suffered: I knew how fervently she wished to be the instrument of my orgasmic explosion, how fervently she yearned for that power over her new Mistress, how fervently she herself wished to be licked and fucked. But I wanted her to wait, to appreciate her privileges. Her night was over. I took my hand, wet with cum, and smacked her several times on her wanton mouth. She thanked me! What a good pupil she had become! After massaging her sore buttocks with baby oil I left her bound and frustrated and face-down on my bed while I arose to leave. "Good night, slut," I whispered. "Please, Mistress!" "Please what?" "Please touch me, please don't go, please touch me or let me touch you, let me lick you and kiss you wherever you wish!" "I'll think about it. Good night" I replied coolly. "You're a bitch!" Jen screamed. "How can you treat me like this? Please! You fucking bitch I want you! I want you, Sonya!" "I know you do," I replied softly, closing the bedroom door. ************************************** It was 2 AM. I heard a soft knock at my apartment door. I looked through the peephole and saw a beautiful woman, a blonde. "What are you waiting for, Sonya?" she said. "Open up like a good slut." I recognized the voice and my heart raced, but I couldn't believe it. Yes, it was Alex! I threw myself on her and covered her face with kisses and knelt before this goddess, melting with gratitude for the impossible, and then.... then I awoke to darkness. Jennifer's regular breathing was audible from my bedroom indicating she was fast asleep. In shaking off the disturbing joy of my dream I realized just how deeply and crazily in love with Alex I had been, and just how fruitless my hopes were. I grew ashamed of myself, of my actions, of my weaknesses, of the irreparable harm done to me and of the harm I had already inflicted on Jennifer -- I don't mean the spanking and slapping. No, the harm of enticement, captivation, of igniting a futile love that had no future, beholden as I was to a dream-woman who had abandoned me. I stole into the bedroom and gazed at Jen's luscious resting bound body, her narrow sexy waist, strong elegant dancer's legs, muscled back, beautiful firm ass cheeks.... She seemed so comfortable in her bonds, awkward as they were. Her legs were spread, feet fastened to the bedposts of the footboard and her arms were bound behind her back. Her fine-featured head rested on its side. Even in the low light of nighttime I could discern the effects of my vicious spanking by her reddened bum. I ever so gently released her while she slept and slipped into bed beside her, content merely to gaze and listen and muse. It was glorious to be utterly naked with her. I soon found myself dreaming that a lovely passionate woman was kissing my small breasts, gently pulling my nipples up with her soft lips and releasing them, coating my aureoles with spittle, sending erotic warmth to my pussy, then kissing the lower part of my neck.... but when I went to embrace this beauty I couldn't -- something held me back, my arms wouldn't move. The light of dawn was creeping into my bedroom and Jen was above me, kissing me just like my dream, and I went to gather her into my arms but realized that my wrists were tied to the headboard. This dream was a reality! For a moment I grew terribly afraid: would she retaliate, was she thinking about hurting me the way I had her? But her warm soft kisses, as they traversed my electrified skin, reassured me. She bit and nibbled my lips and sucked sweetly on my tongue and confidently caressed my sensitive aching breasts with her fine hands. "Now I have you!" she whispered, "Now I have your magnificently lovely sexy body all to myself, dear darling lover." She was so soft, so tender, and so hot, all at once. She licked me from my throat to my slit, and back, and back again, and I writhed in heat, languorously. "You've shown me the way," Jen continued, "and I'm so grateful, Mistress.... I so want to be your lover, your pet." "Oh Jen!" I exclaimed, "I love your kisses!" "And I love, and want, yours, Mistress. I'm so fucking hot, and so fucking grateful for what you did to me." She grazed my tummy with her left hand and my pussy instantly gushed. "I have a confession, Sonya, Mistress," Jen said quietly. "What is it, Jen?" "Please call me slut or bitch or slave for now." "Confess to me, my slut." "I wish Alex had chosen me instead of you." "You ARE a bitch, aren't you?" I responded angrily. "I had a crush on her, but I was afraid.... and I had a crush on you too, Mistress." "Jen, please stop this Mistress stuff, at least for now. Call me Sonya, please." "No, Mistress. For now I want to be your your cunt, a slut who will bring you wonderful pleasure, as you have brought pleasure to me." Her eyes narrowed and I could see that she was possessed by desire.