Date: Fri, 11 Apr 2014 07:16:16 +0100
From: NB <anonymous.writer@gmail.com>
Subject: Becoming Anne 5 (lesbian/authoritarian)

With apologies to everyone who's been waiting almost a year since the last
part was posted...


She woke up in confusion, unsure of who she was and where she was. Opening
her eyes, she recognised the bedroom, but she felt different. She was naked
between the sheets, someone else's arm wrapped around her, the air filled
with a strange and musky scent. Slowly, she turned and saw the mass of dark
blonde hair on the pillow beside her and recognised the soft features of
the sleeping face it framed. Katrin, she remembered, and all of yesterday
flooded back into her mind, along with her own name.

"Anne." She murmured. "I'm Anne." Her fingers moved to her neck, felt the
softness of the collar wrapped around it. It was the only thing Katrin had
allowed her to wear in bed, a reminder of her new status as a possession,
not needing clothes to sleep in, while Katrin had put on a tight black vest
and shorts to sleep in.

Anne nestled back into Katrin's arms, feeling the young woman murmur in her
sleep, moving closer and holding her tight. She happily lay there, enjoying
the feeling of being claimed and protected by her lover until she felt
Katrin stir and awaken.

"Good morning Anne." Katrin murmured into her ear. "Is my girl awake and
ready for the day?"

"Yes Miss." Anne said, remembering what had been promised. The memory of
Katrin fucking her in the bed last night still lingered in her body, and
she knew she craved more of it.

"Good. You can start by having your shower, then preparing breakfast while
I shower. You may wear a t-shirt to cover yourself while preparing it, but
by the time I come down, the food will be prepared, and you will be
kneeling naked by the table. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Good. Kiss me before you leave the bed."

Anne eagerly rolled over and let Katrin pull them together for a slow and
tender kiss, their bodies rubbing sensuously together before she pushed
Anne away, giving her a playful smack on the bottom as she went.

Anne hurried about her tasks, remembering what Katrin had told her before
she arrived about what breakfast she liked, cooking it quickly while she
listened to the sounds from upstairs. She could hear Katrin leave the
shower, then the bathroom as Anne began to bring everything together,
hearing her in the bedroom, the sound of feet padding about as she dressed
herself. As she left the bedroom and began to head down the stairs, Anne
placed everything on the table, quickly removed the t-shirt she'd worn and
knelt down beside the chair she'd pulled out for Katrin.

"Well done, Anne." Katrin said. "I shan't expect this every morning from
you, but it's good to know you have the ability to do it."

"Thank you, Miss." Anne replied, feeling happy to have pleased her again.
She kept her head bowed, and could only see Katrin's feet, clad in black
leather heels, shining bright with a sharply pointed tall heel, her feet
and calves bare.

"Look up, Anne. Do you like what you see?"

Anne slowly raised her head, her vision working up Katrin's body, seeing
the shapely calves and thighs before they disappeared beneath the edge of a
tight black dress that clung to every part o Katrin's body. It concealed
and revealed at the same time, the soft curves it showed somehow almost as
alluring as the real thing beneath it, emphasising and defining every part
of her body, so tight against her that Anne knew Katrin wore nothing
beneath her.

Further up, she saw Katrin had lightly made-up her face, enough to draw out
her features, the only distinctive feature were the same deep blood red
they had been yesterday, her long damp hair loosely pinned behind her head.

"Yes, Miss. You're beautiful."

"I know." Katrin said, smiling. "I can see it in your eyes. You still want
to worship me, don't you? Maybe I'll let you do that tomorrow, if you
please me today - and I haven't forgotten that I owe you a punishment this
morning."

She sat down in the chair and began to eat, occasionally passing pieces of
food to Anne for her to eat. She knew taking food like that, being treated
like a pet, not even allowed to sit at the table with Katrin, was demeaning
and humiliating, but it felt good to her. She knew that her place was to
kneel in Katrin's presence and that she accepted being treated as a pet or
a toy because it kept her happy and pleased her.

"Are you looking forward to today, Anne?" Katrin asked. "Do you think you
can take being fucked by me so many times?"

"Yes Miss, I am. I know I've never been fucked that many times before, but
I want to try and do it for you."

"I'll make you into a good fuck toy by the end of the day. You enjoyed
being fucked last night, didn't you?"

"Oh yes, Miss, I did very much."

"Good, though there'll be a lot more variety today. There are many ways to
fuck, and I expect you've not experienced many of them, no matter how much
you've fantasised about it."

"Yes Miss."

"But first, we must deal with your punishment. It was only a small offence,
but you looking when you weren't supposed to spoiled the surprise I was
hoping your first proper fuck would be."

"I'm sorry, Miss, I didn't mean to, I was just curious."

"Yes, it was partly my fault for not instructing you properly, but you
still displeased me, and we must teach you not to do that in future. Go
upstairs to the bedroom and on the bed you'll find the tool I'll be
punishing you with. Bring it back down here for me."

"Yes, Miss." Anne rose and left the room, feeling slightly fearful at
Katrin's describing something as a tool for punishing her, not knowing what
it might be.

She saw it as she entered the bedroom. Lying across the crumpled sheets was
a cane, a long, slim handled piece of wood, the sort of thing she'd heard
about when she was in school as a myth of what bad girls were punished with
before her time, and now it was going to be used to chastise her. Anne
picked it up, looking at it, wondering how much it would hurt and where
Katrin would strike her with it. That she could refuse to take it down to
her and decide she didn't want the punishment didn't occur to her. She had
displeased Katrin, and so she deserved to be punished however Katrin saw
fit.

As she returned to the kitchen with the cane, she noticed that Katrin had
cleared everything from the table, leaving it completely bare, rearranging
the chairs around it so that one part of it was completely open too. "Thank
you, Anne." She said, taking the cane from her and flexing it in her hands.
"Lean over the table and grip the sides with your hands while spreading
your legs apart as far as you can."

Anne did as commanded, feeling her breasts squash against the cool wood of
the table. Sidestepping, she moved her legs far apart, the sturdy table
supporting her, her hands gripping the curved edge tightly. Katrin moved to
stand behind her, stroking the cane along the inside of her thighs.

"Wider." She said. "You can spread more than that for me."

Anne gripped the edge tighter as she she moved her legs further apart,
feeling her muscles stretch as she forced herself apart.

"More." Katrin said, the cane still rubbing her legs, stroking up and down
on one side then the other. Anne pushed herself further in response, until
her muscles were nearly screaming at her with the effort needed.

There was a sudden whishing noise in the air, once, then twice, and Anne
felt a sudden sting in her thighs, reflexively yelping with the pain as
Katrin's cane stung once against each of her thighs. "I told you to spread
your legs as far apart as you could, didn't I? Not as far apart as you feel
like doing before it hurts a little."

"Yes Miss." Anne replied.

"This is why I had you train yourself before you could meet me. Before you
met me, your body would not be capable of this. Now you can endure more,
and that means you will also experience more pleasure. What have I told
you?"

"There is no true pleasure without pain, Miss."

"Correct. And the pain you receive as punishment is a reminder that your
duty is to please me."

Anne heard her step to one side, then the sound of the cane swishing
through the air above her. She braced herself for its impact upon her
flesh, expecting it to break upon the curves of her rear, now so openly
displayed at the end of the table, but none came. Instead, Katrin teased
her with it, saying nothing as the wood split the air above Anne, her skin
only feeling the passing of the air disturbed by it as it passed by. The
only pain came from her thighs, stretched out and straining at the limit, a
thin red line of pain from where the cane had landed reminding her of her
failure to follow the instruction she had been given.

Then it landed with a sudden sting across both her cheeks. Anne heard the
sound of contact first, a sharp crack as it dug into her cheeks, then the
pain followed it, nerves tingling and making her gasp. She looked straight
ahead, feeling the cane rub slowly along the line of pain it had created
before Katrin withdrew it, then brought it back down twice in quick
succession, one line above and one line below the original. Anne gasped,
her hands gripping the edge of the table.

"Three strokes will suffice for a minor infraction." Katrin said. "But
there will be more if you displease me again, and I have other ways to
punish you that will hurt even more. This is what you want, isn't it Anne?"

"Yes Miss, it is. Thank you for showing me this and teaching me when I've
been wrong."

"Good." Katrin said, the cane still rubbing over Anne's bare cheeks. "And
you know enough to thank me for your punishment. You know your place." Anne
felt the cane linger over her rear and thighs, then tracing further down
over her calves. Katrin leant forward over her outstretched body, the
fingers of her free hand parting Anne's hair so it fell beside her neck,
leaving space for Katrin's lips to kiss the nape of it, just below the
collar. They were soft, warm and tender, making Anne feel good, the pain in
her body subsiding as she felt the kiss upon her.

There was a clatter from the floor as the cane dropped onto it, but Anne
barely noticed it, her concentration instead focused on the soft kisses
Katrin was placing on her spine, the feel of her fingers as they traced the
path of the stretched muscles in Anne's thighs and shoulders. Anne could
feel the strain in her body as she stretched out across the table, but she
knew her body could take it for longer than she'd ever dreamt of a few
months ago, thanks to all the gym sessions Katrin had urged her to take.
That was when she'd started looking in the mirror and seen Anne looking
back at her. Only fleeting glances at first, still buried beneath the
dullness of Michelle, but slowly becoming more visible, making herself
ready for Katrin to claim her.

Katrin's fingers slid up her thighs, then with one swift movement, two of
them slid inside her, Anne's wet pussy accepting them eagerly. She felt
them moving slowly in and out of her, and felt the urge to rock with them,
but her fully stretched body couldn't manage that, leaving her entirely
under Katrin's control. She said nothing, her lips continuing to kiss up
and down Anne's spine, fingers slowly moving in and out of her. Anne closed
her eyes, letting herself focus on the sensations and the way they mixed
together, still feeling the strain and stretch in her limbs, the lines of
pain on her thighs, but all that was rapidly buried beneath the soft kisses
on her back and the delicious way Katrin's fingers moved in and out of her.
With each thrust they went slightly deeper and stayed slightly longer
inside her, Katrin twisting and moving them to explore within her, each
movement sending another warm wave of pleasure through Anne's body.

Her body was soon raging with pleasure, centred on the movement of Katrin's
fingers inside her, but added to by everything else - the feel of her
breasts pressed against the table, the strain in her limbs, the softness of
Katrin's lips as they explored her back. Anne lost all sensation of time,
letting herself be nothing more than the sensations that roamed through
her. This was like nothing she'd ever felt before, not even yesterday with
Katrin, as though she was floating above herself, aware of all the
sensations but using them to rise.

Then she felt Katrin move her hand, pulling it back until just her
fingertips rested inside Anne's folds. A new sensation came then, something
pressing between her ass cheeks that she son recognised as Katrin's thumb,
the pad of it pressing against her rose, making her first shudder and then
gasp as it began to rub her while the fingers slipped deeply inside her.
Anne moved more, pushing up on her toes as she gripped the edges of the
table, the unstoppable rush of an orgasm burning through her, as Katrin
kept her hand there, teasing and exploring while Anne cried and moaned in
pleasure, completely lost to the younger woman's touch.

NB

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