Date: Mon, 8 Apr 2013 14:14:15 +0100
From: NB <anonymous.writer@gmail.com>
Subject: Becoming Anne, Part 2 (Lesbian/authoritarian)

Anne knelt on the floor of the bedroom, listening to Katrin's footsteps
echo around the house. She'd told Anne to take her bags upstairs but not
open them, then to kneel and wait for her. She could hear Katrin moving
about the house, examining all the parts of the life Michelle and John had,
a life that now seemed so distant and separate from the experience she was
undergoing now. Even though this was where she had dressed and prepared
herself that morning and the study with the computer where she'd given
herself to Katrin was next door, it felt like she was in a stranger's
house, not her own. Katrin's energy filled it now, and she was subservient
to that, desperate to please her however she wished.

The big black suitcase and leather bag sat in a corner of the room, and she
couldn't help but look at them, wondering what they contained. She
remembered Katrin's words in the car about buying new toys for her,
remembered the discussions they'd had online, her eyes widening as Katrin
had showed her some of the devices and implements she favoured, her sex
getting wetter as she imagined them being used on her.

She didn't move from her position, her back straight and her hands resting
in her lap as she heard the heavy footsteps begin to ascend the stairs and
then walk around the landing, opening the doors to the other rooms and
looking inside. Finally, the steps came closer and she heard the bedroom
door swing open as Katrin walked in and stood in front of her.

"What a very dull house Michelle has." Katrin said. "Very respectable. I
bet this is the only room she's fucked her husband in, isn't it?"

"Yes Miss." Anne replied. "Only here."

"That will change. Tomorrow, I'm going to fuck you in every room of the
house, and if the weather's nice, maybe even in the garden as well. You'll
enjoy that, won't you?"

A panicked little piece of Michelle rose in her then, fearing what might
happen if someone saw her in the garden, but Anne's lust for the beautiful
woman standing in front of her quelled it. "Yes Miss, I will." She said.

"Of course you will. Now stand for me." Anne pushed herself up onto her
feet, standing straight, hands at her side and head bowed. "Look at me."
She raised her head, looking deep into those rich blue eyes. Katrin moved
closer to her, her hands reaching to Anne's hips, pulling up the soft
material of the top. Instinctively, she raised her arms up to help her
remove it, then toss it to one side. She smiled, slowly walking around Anne
until she stood behind her.

"I remember when you first showed me your body. It looked so tired and
flabby, but I knew you could be so much more. You showed such dedication in
making yourself like this for me, all those hours in the gym and all that
dieting. Did you enjoy doing it for me?"

"Yes Miss, I did. It was hard sometimes, but thinking of you helped me so
much."

She felt Katrin's finger touch at the base of her spine, slowly trailing up
her back. "I'm glad. It was not just about making you look good, it was to
make sure that you would be able to fully appreciate everything I will do
to you this week." The finger reached the thin bra strap and Anne felt it
pinch, then the bra came loose, Katrin's deft hands quickly slipping it off
her shoulders and along her arms, dropping it to the floor beside the top.
Katrin stepped in close behind her, her hands reaching around to stroke and
massage Anne's breasts.

"Your body belongs to me, doesn't it Anne?"

"Yes Miss, it does."

Her fingers and thumbs pinched Anne's nipples, twisting them one way and
then the other. Anne let out a gasp of combined shock and arousal, feeling
them swell, sharp darts of pleasure shooting through her body as they grew.
She stood there, letting Katrin's hands explore and feel her.

"You're very wet now, aren't you. Undo your jeans, touch yourself and tell
me how it feels."

Fumbling and shaking, she unbuttoned the tight jeans, sliding the zip down,
feeling the coolness of the air as it breezed over her. She slid her hand
down through her thick bush and into the tiny panties she wore, finding her
lips slick to the touch, the thin material of her underwear soaked with her
arousal.

"Very wet, Miss. Feels good to touch it."

Katrin's fingers were teasing her nipples again, flicking them with her
fingertips. "Taste yourself."

Anne raised the two fingers from her groin to her lips, wrapping her tongue
round them as she sucked them into her mouth, her taste mixing with the
lingering remnants of Katrin's.

"Does it taste as good as I did?"

"No, Miss." It reminded her of Katrin, but only as a poor substitute,
triggering the memories of the gorgeously rich juices her tongue had coaxed
from the other woman downstairs.

"Good." Katrin said, squeezing her breasts. "My pussy is the one you crave
to taste, the one you'll do anything for."

"Yes it is, Miss. I want to taste you and please you."

There was a chuckle from behind her. "You will, you will. Pleasing me will
be your reward for doing as you're told. Now, get naked and onto the bed
for me."

Katrin released her grip and stepped back, watching as Anne stepped out of
her heels and began peeling down the tight jeans. As she undressed, Katrin
walked around her, watching as the jeans and the panties came off, leaving
her wearing nothing but the collar wrapped around her neck.

"Good girl, you kept your bush like I told you to. Now sit up at the top of
the bed, legs apart and arms out while I get what I need."

Anne climbed onto the bed, sitting as she had been commanded, feeling no
shame in displaying her aroused sex, her lips puffy and glistening, her
nipples hard from Katrin's attention. Katrin leant over her bag, sorting
through it and pulling out a number of things, placing them on the floor by
the bed where Anne couldn't see them.

"First, we make sure you can't move." Katrin said, picking up two leather
wrist cuffs, each with long, thin leather straps hanging from them. Anne
didn't resist as each one was clamped firmly around her wrists and then
tied to the metal frame of the bed with the leather, leaving her with her
arms splayed out on either side, her body helpless and on display. She felt
no fear as Katrin stood at the foot of the bed watching her, her eyes
coldly assessing Anne's naked body.

"No gag this time." Katrin said, bending down again. "I want to hear how it
feels for you." Anne saw two small metal devices in Katrin's hands, and
realised what they were as she knelt on the bed next to her, reaching to
her nipples, fixing the two clamps onto the engorged flesh. Anne winced as
she felt them digging into her, gripping the sensitive flesh, but then the
pain was followed by a rush of warm pleasure, the two sensations mingling
within her.

"You like those?" Katrin asked.

"Yes Miss."

"They're very light ones, but there's no need to rush when you're so new to
all this. You remember what I taught you, right back when we first met."

"Yes Miss. There can be no true pleasure without pain."

"Good. When you first repeated that to me, I knew you would be mine
eventually. You accepted everything I told you, followed all my commands
and became someone entirely new. A new body, a new name, a new life, all
thanks to me."

"Yes, Miss, I owe it all to you."

"Of course you do. And this week you will learn so much from me, it may be
hard for you to repay the debt. But that is a thought for later. For now,
we shall continue exploring you. You are already very aroused, so it will
be hard for you, but I want you to resist your climax for as long as
possible. Hold it in, hold it back, train your body to take even more
pleasure. You understand?"

"Yes Miss, I do." Anne said. They'd done this online, Katrin telling her
when she could or could not climax, but it had been easier to control when
it had just been her hands touching her and she could control it more. Now,
she was helpless and so aroused she felt that just a single touch from
Katrin could be enough to send her over the edge. She concentrated on her
breathing, keeping it steady and rhythmic as she watched Katrin pick up a
couple of things from the floor. She said nothing as she moved around the
bed until she was standing by Anne's feet.

Katrin held her hands up to show Anne what was in them. One held a long and
slim vibrator, shiny and pink, the other a small silver bullet vibrator,
the light glinting off it as those dark red lips kissed it. She climbed up
onto the bed, her dress riding up a little and showing off more of her
slender black-clad thighs. She put the toys down between Anne's
outstretched legs and gently caressed her hands along her thighs, pushing
them a little further apart, smiling as Anne's eager sex was exposed more
to her, then picked up the pink vibrator.

Anne felt it slide into her, feeling it eagerly accepted by her wet sex,
feeling the mass of it inside her, then moaning as Katrin turned it on at
the lowest setting. The soft vibrations reverberated through her body,
adding to the flood of sensations going through her. She heard another
noise, a lighter buzzing and saw that Katrin had turned on the bullet
vibrator. Her moans became louder as she began to gently run the tip of it
over her mound, drawing little paths and curves through her bush.

Her breathing was becoming more ragged now, the two movements mixing and
merging together, adding to what she was feeling from the clamps digging in
to her nipples. She leant her head back, closing her eyes as she tried to
control herself, the siren call of pleasure strong in her mind. Katrin had
told her to resist and hold back, and Anne wanted to please her as much as
she could. Since she'd seen Katrin at the airport that morning, all she'd
felt was an overwhelming lust and desire for her as she realised that
everything she'd thought was merely a dream or a fantasy was on the verge
of coming true.

She felt the vibrator move in her, Katrin's free hand gently pushing it in
and out of her as the bullet traced a slow downward spiral. Anne could
sense her clitoris growing with the sensation, showing itself to Katrin and
she moaned louder, her arms pulling at the cuffs and straps as her body
reacted to the pleasure.

Forcing herself to breathe hard, she kept control for a moment, but then
she felt a different movement from Katrin and instantly felt what she had
done. The vibrator had been turned up, the light trembling inside her now a
hard and heavy movement, just as the bullet was pressed harder against her
clit. She could hold herself no more, her moans becoming howls and cries,
body twisting and thrashing in her bonds as Katrin drew a wave of climaxes
from her. She didn't stop as Anne came, instead she intensified what she
was doing, making each of the devices go harder and faster, until Anne
could feel nothing but joy and pleasure, crying out Katrin's name again and
again.


 Slowly, she came back to herself, regaining control of her body and
feeling the after-effects of her pleasure. Her muscles felt tired and
loose, and she was aware that she was covered in a sheen of sweat, the
light breeze in the room causing chills as it evaporated. She could feel it
especially between her legs and knew her mound and her thighs were soaked
from what Katrin had done. She had slid the vibrator out of her and taken
the bullet away while she was in the throes of her orgasms, and Anne could
remember the feeling of them going, but that had only mildly subdued the
waves of pleasure that had swept through her, which had continued for what
seemed an eternity after.

Anne lifted her head gingerly, feeling her arms still bound to the bed, the
collar still wrapped around her neck and the clamps digging into her
nipples. Katrin had moved to sit at the lower corner of the bed, her face
impassive as she looked over Anne's body.

"You will need to control yourself better in future." She said. "I'd merely
begun to use you before you lost yourself."

"I'm sorry, Miss, I tried to." Anne said, scrabbling for the right words to
say. She felt hurt that she'd not pleased Katrin, even while her body still
rejoiced in the afterglow of the pleasure she'd given Anne. "I just
couldn't stop myself."

"You will improve, and I know how aroused you have been today. This is all
a new experience for you and I'm sure you've never come like that before,
have you?"

Anne paused before replying, but she could think of nothing that had ever
made her body feel like Katrin did. "No Miss, I haven't." Even the little
part deep within her that was still Michelle was quiet, knowing that even
the heady early days of her relationship with John hadn't ever felt like
that.

"Good, because that was the start of what you'll experience with me." She
stood and walked to the top of the bed, quickly untying the straps, letting
Anne's arms fall to the bed. She undid the cuffs, then reached over and
took off the nipple clamps, making Anne shiver as they slid off. "Now I
want you to go clean yourself and then wait for me in the bathroom.
Understand?"

"Yes Miss." Anne slowly lifted herself off the bed and walked through to
the bathroom on shaking legs.


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