I served at a high proticol D/s cocktail party the other night, and a woman there made me feel like this. Her gaze unwaveringly on mine she asked, “May I use this on you?” I think I stumbled over a ‘yes ma’am’ so she pulled an ice cube on a skewer out of the cup on my tray. I stood as still as I could, shivering or trembling as she ran the ice over my chest, cold melt off running down my skin. The moment ended and I fled to the back room, where dizzy and euphoric, I was left to ground myself and sort my world back into sentences.
She had never been with a girl before. She’d never wanted to.. or at least, never known that she wanted to. But when the popular, stunning domme asked her over for a day of play, she found herself saying yes. She found herself nervous and excited. She even painted her nails, sex-red, hoping to impress this beautiful woman.
A couple hours after arriving, after the tentative negotiations and light flirting had come and gone, she was pressed tightly against the wall, Ma’am’s breath hot and sweet in her ear, Ma’am’s fingers filling her. She wondered how she had gone so long without realizing how wet for another woman she could be. She had the sneaking suspicion that she might never go back to men at all.
"Quiet," said Miss, placing one delicate hand over her lover’s porcelain-sweet mouth. "If they catch us down here, they will expel us." She took her hand away, and the girl nodded. She looked at Miss with big doe eyes. Miss smiled. "Good. Now take off your clothes."
It had been a rough day. They’d been wrestling around the apartment, the girl putting up a pretty good fight for her hands being bound behind her back. They were bruised and winded when Mistress put a hand on the girl’s shoulder.
"Girl," was all she had to say, gently, and the girl stopped and looked into her eyes. Her playfulness turned to instant submission.
"Yes, Mistress," she said, waiting for her beloved’s next command.
She had her very well trained. The girl could stay like that for hours if necessary. It was relaxing, after the stress of a long day of rough sex, to have a cold drink and put her furniture to good use.
Pictures from my collaring
I was so excited. I had take my beating from my collars sharp spikes, I had bled from it, and I had proved that I was willing to sit on it and that I deserved it.
I love my Boss so much. I have never felt so loved and happy, but I think the last picture shows that…
The house was dark, and it creaked. The harsh light played with the shadows, and drafts slid in and out of the dusty halls. On another night, the girl on the floor would fear dangers in the dark, ghosts, the unknown. But tonight, all she feared was the strength of her mistress, and the harsh sadistic light in her beloved’s eyes.
She had it all planned out - the empty house, the old and ragged mattress. She’d invited her lover over, planning to seize her at the door, throw her down, and have her way with her. She hadn’t expected her lover to grab her instead, push her against the wall, and kiss her so deeply and fiercely that she surrendered right there. When they moved to the mattress, she was the one on bottom, bridle in her mouth, being ridden like an animal. She hadn’t expected to love it, but her cunt was already wet and she found she was ready to be used.
The night was young yet and the fun was just beginning..
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