Date: Sat, 10 Jul 2004 07:33:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: sonya kininski <sonyakininski@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Fireworks Continue: part 3

The Fireworks Continue: Part 3 (conclusion)

By Sonya (sonyakininski@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: If you are under 18 or are turned off by
graphic depictions of Sapphic love with a
sadomasochistic theme, please go elsewhere. Otherwise
enjoy, and feel free to email me with comments.  I
very much appreciate feedback!


Part 3

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 comfotable 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.

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 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 adn 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.

"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 a slave, your
slave, 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.

"But a Mistress must also please her slave."

"Yes," she said, as if in a trance, "yes."

She continued: "If Alex had taken me as she'd taken
you, then I would be a much better slut to you.  I'd
know just how to offer myself up.  But I have to learn
differently.  And I have to teach you to forget that
blonde bitch."  A note of menace crept into her voice.
 "She toyed with you, she used you solely for her
sadistic pleasure. She knew she would be leaving the
country.  To raise your hopes like that.... and then
to abandon you .... how can you pine for a bitch like
her?  I only hope her little cousin turns the tables
on her someday."

I was surprised by the rancor in Jen's voice.

"I watched you dance from the first day of class, but
I was afraid of what you stirred up in me.  Will you
forgive me my fear?"

Jen's face was so earnest, so lovely... I smiled.

"Of course, my darling slut, of course."

She kissed me on my beckoning lips and I closed my
eyes and before I knew it she had blindfolded me.

Jen's caresses were breathtaking.  I felt so vividly
her hands over myfeet and calves and thighs, her lips
on my navel.

"I know what my Mistress wants," she purred.

Her hot kisses coursed down my neck, between my
breasts, all the way to the crest of my cunt.  They
began again, wet and intoxicating, under my arms and
along my flanks and pelvis."

"Oh god, Jen, you feel so good, you're so wonderful!"
I exclaimed.

Her luscious kisses resumed on the undersides of my
feet, then along their arches, shifting foot to foot.
She licked excruciatingly slowly along the inner
apsect of one thigh, then the other, but stopped short
of my tender dripping swollen cunt lips.  She circled
my breasts with her mouth and moistened my stomach
with her lips.

My nipples and pussy were crying out for attention,
for her lips, teeth, tongue or hands, anything!  But
she teased me without mercy.  I began to moan and
pleaded with her.

"Oh Jen, my poet, please, please take my breasts with
your sweet mouth, and my pussy, please taste me, Jen,
please!"

"Do I please my Mistress?" she asked demurely.

"Oh god yes!," I screamed, "but please, I need more, I
want more!"

She seemed to disappear, leaving me breathless, and
then I felt her presence again.  To my unexpected
delight I sensed the dripping of oil, olive oil
judging from the aroma, on my swollen nipples, and
then along my engorged slit.

"God, Jen, that feels so good, thank you!"

I was beginning to lose control.

"Please kiss me, Jen, kiss me, pinch me, slap me, do
anything you want with me."

"My Mistress must learn patience," she coolly replied.
 She was stroking my hair as my chest heaved.

"I loved the way you spanked me, Sonya.  I'm still so
deliciously sore I can barely sit.  And I have that
wonderful brush you used on me, here, in my hands."

My right oil-covered nipple received a grazing blow
from my wooden hairbrush.  The surprise of the
bristles brushing across my nipple made me leap
upwards, straining against my bonds.  I then felt the
bristles resting on my pussy, divinely, and slowly
pressing into my glistening lips and folds, moving
under Jen's pressure up and down and sideways and
inflaming my clit.  I was about to come but Jen
removed the brush.  Beause I was blindfolded  every
touch felt like an unanticipated explosion.

Jen worked my nipples expertly, pressing the bristles
onto them sometimes, at other times swinging the brush
quickly across each breast, or slapping my breasts
directly and rapidly.  I arched my back.  The brush
came down onto my oiled shaven cunt and I screamed.
Jen directed a flurry of brush-slaps onto my pussy and
again I was on the verge of cumming but she desisted.

As she was teasing me she told me how beautiful I was,
how she had longed to possess my body, how crazed she
became licking my ass last night, how terribly
frustrating it was to watch me make myself cum when
her tongue was lusting to taste me.....

The slapping brushstrokes became more intense,
sharper, more varied in rhythm.  I became desperate to
cum, desperate to be used, fucked, possessed.  Then
she stopped and I smelled the aroma of her pussy just
inches above my face.  I strained to reach it with my
tongue but she lifted herself just out of range.

"Do you want me, Mistress?" Jen asked.

"Yes, Jen, of course."

"And Alex?"

I was silent.

In a moment my cunt was aflame as Jen brought the
brush down upon it harshly.

"Oh!" I moaned.

"You didn't answer my question."

"Jen..." I began, and then an ever more vicious stroke
lashed my pussy.  It really hurt and I began to
breathe rapidly.  Yet another blow and I screamed.

"No, no!"

"No what?" she asked.

"No Alex," I heaved, "it's you I want!"

"Fucking liar!" replied Jen, smacking my cunt with the
flat side of the brush now.  My legs spread
involuntarily and I writhed and she smacked the
insides of my thighs viciously, and then the brush
side landed on my pussy so hard I screamed.

"Jen, Jen, take me, take me, take me," I babbled,
"take your Mistress."

I could feel her spreading my pussy lips with her
fingers and exposing my clit and then positioning the
brush in my folds.  She pressed down with her weight
and each individual bristle was like an electric point
galvanizing my tissues.  While pressing she very
slowly moved the brush circularly and pressed harder.
My cunt was on fire and my pelvis began to contract,
quick short rumblings, and her ambrosial pussy was
lowered to my mouth.

I swathed and slathered her copiously wet cunt with my
mouth and tongue, determined to give her the best
pussy-licking in the world as the needle-like points
of the hairbrush ground into my naked pussy and my
pelvis arched upwards to meet her pressure.... And
then in a flash the brush was removed and in its place
her sweet lips were sucking my clit into her mouth and
her tongue was flicking across my bud to send me into
an ecstatic, transcendent orgasmic zone.

Her own cumming followed, violently, and when it
became too sensitive to lick her clit I rimmed her
netherbud with abandon.

Eventually I was unbound, and we lay with each other,
savoring our smells, our juices, our flesh, until we
fell asleep.

A month later Jen moved in and began divorce
proceedings, which are still pending.  We are partners
now.  When our lovemaking threatens to become stale,
we take measures to inject a dose of  excitement and
experiment.  I no longer am in thrall to Alex, nor do
I think of myself exclusively as a sub.  Jen's
intelligence and sexual creativity are potent; she
invites my elaborate lust in every way possible.  I've
taken great pleasure in ministering 'punishment' to
her, and in having her return the favor.  We are
lovers, and fuckers too (how I love it when she takes
me from behind with her strapon, when my
nether-channel engulfs her thrust as she strokes my
cunt with her deft fingers, or pulls my hair, or....
well, you get the picture.

And speaking of pictures, we've now embarked on the
composition of an erotic illustrated book together --
a book based on an experience we had with an
unexpected female visitor. But that's a whole other
story!

Feedback always appreciated: sonyakininski@yahoo.com

Kisses to all who've encouraged me to continue
writing!