Date: Fri, 18 Jun 2004 10:44:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: sonya kininski <sonyakininski@yahoo.com>
Subject: Holiday Fireworks: Part II

Holiday Fireworks: Part II

By

Sonya (sonyakininski@yahoo.com)

This is a story about lesbian sexual interactions. Do
not read if you are a minor or if you object to this
kind of stuff. Please email if you have any comments:
I love to hear from readers. Ff, authoritarian, first
time.  Making the decision to share this has been
really wonderful for me.

Part II

I can barely describe the complex and overwhelming
sensations that washed over and through me as Alex
guided me roughly into her bedroom.  I had never
before so much as kissed a woman in any kind of sexual
way.  And now here I was, a degraded slut with the
sweet taste of a woman's cum on my lips, in my mouth
and along my throat.  Here I was bound and submissive
to a woman I scarcely knew, yet strangely savoring my
captivity to my own sexual wishes and to her
commanding allure.

I wanted desperately for Alex to lay her hands on me
and I wanted equally desperately to please her.  In my
relations with men I had always been assertive,
sometimes dominant -- maybe that's why they bored me.
I just couldn't believe the blissful relief I was
experiencing by giving myself up to Alex, even in this
small way.  I knew there was more to come (no pun
intended!) but was almost afraid to imagine what lay
in store, almost afraid to spoil the mystery of this
strange gripping adventure.

I glanced wistfully at the dining table as Alex
marched me to her bed.

"You may kneel and thank your Mistress," she said
quietly.  I complied but hesitated for a moment after
I had dropped to me knees, confused about what exactly
I should be doing.  But I gazed up and followed the
line of Alex's eyes to her feet and I quickly lowered
my head and kissed the instep of her right foot.

"That's a good little slut."

I tenderly moved my lips all along her arch and I took
it into my head to lick her shoes, so I turned my head
and flicked my tongue along her right heel.  My right
cheek rested on the carpeted floor and Alex lifted her
leg a little to allow me to take the heel into my
mouth, to suck on it.  She lowered it and then lifted
her left foot and I repeated my ministrations,
tracking my tongue along the heel of her elegant shoe
and licking my way slowly up along her ankle and calf.
 When I reached her knee she pulled me again by the
hair, roughly, and slapped my cheek.

"I did not give you permission to go so far," she said
softly.

I was secretly thrilled even though my cheek stung.  I
had no idea why I was responding this way, but I just
let myself go, I just let myself give in to this new
world that was opening up for me.  And it felt so
wonderful, finally, to do so.  I felt so unburdened,
so light.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," I meekly replied, yet Alex
unexpectedly slapped me sharply on my other cheek.  I
loved it!

"I'd like you to be quiet," she said.  I remained
kneeling, uncertain, aroused.

"Go to the bathroom," she continued, "while I fetch
some things."

I clambered to my feet and relieved myself, awkwardly,
however, since my hands were still bound behind me.
When I emerged from the bathroom Alex had placed a
glass of wine and two candles on the bedside table.
She sat me on the edge of her king-size bed and
removed my shoes.  Her hands electrified me by their
slightest touch.  I was amazed at all this, at how all
this could be happening.

She tossed my shoes into a corner and rested her hands
on the inside of my calves.  She was now on her knees
before me.

"I want to rip that flimsy fucking barrier away from
your cunt," she said softly.  Everything she uttered
was soft -- she'd never raised her voice.  Yet her way
of articulating her words gave them a powerful
emphasis that was stronger and more galvanizing than
any shouted command.

She swiftly removed my thong and pushed my legs apart.
 My pussy was simply sopping.  I inhaled sharply as
she spread my legs even further.  Then I exhaled,
slowly, afraid to hope for what I wished, for Alex's
sensuous lips on my inflamed craving cunt.

"Mmmmm..." she murmured.

But then she arose and forced my head down as she
freed my hands.  I was disappointed yet again, at
least for now.  She offered me the glass of wine and
watched as I gulped it down hungrily.

"Now, slut, get on your back on this half of the bed."
 I did as I was told and Alex used her scarves to
fasten my ankles to the corner and middle of the
footboard and my hands to the headboard in the same
fashion.  The bed was expansive so I occupied just the
half of it, spreadeagled taut and tightly bound to
leave me little play.  I didn't know how long I could
take the tension of this tortured sexual longing.
Yes, I reveled in these new-found feelings of
submission, but I also ached for touch and release.

"How does my slut feel?" Alex inquired after I had
been secured.  As if she didn't know!

"I'm on fucking fire!" I shouted, arching my back and
attempting to thrust my body upwards towards her.  She
paused and pursed her lips disapprovingly.

"You're not very good at listening, are you?" she
said.  I sighed and accepted meekly the scarf that was
wound around my head and through my mouth.

"Now let me take a better look at that luscious body
of yours," she said, holding the two candles in her
hands.

The first drip of hot wax landed near my navel and I
nearly leapt off the bed. My scream was muffled.  The
drips continued, slowly, up from my navel and to the
middle of my chest between my breasts.  Alex timed
them for maximum effect, and she lowered the candles
closer to my skin gradually so that each drop of wax
was hotter than the previous one.

She then brought the candles over my legs to continue
this exquisite torture.  With each drop I
involuntarily shuddered.  She moved the candles up
simultaneously along the insides of my thighs from my
knees to my crotch.  She brought both together and
allowed them to drip at the crest of my pubic mound.
I was sweating and panting as the hot wax seared along
the outer lips of my pussy.  Alex sensed that I might
come, so she wickedly waited for me to settle down,
and then... and then... Then this beautiful devious
bitch moved her face close to mine and kissed me
gently on my gagged mouth.  She poised her own lips
above my small neglected breasts and slowly dribbled
spittle on each nipple.
I could hardly contain myself as my skin came so
tantalizingly alive!

Alex then brought the candle over and held it merely 6
inches from my swollen left nipple.  She tipped it and
a dollop of molten wax fell, creating a hiss as it met
the coat of spittle.  My god, it hurt so much yet felt
so amazing!  She took the candle over to my right
nipple but lowered it a bit more.  I was sweating
profusely and breathing heavily, in mingled fear and
excitement, as Alex seared my right nipple.  I heaved
and squirmed and groaned with delightful pain.  And
for some crazy reason I had the idea that I was
falling in love! I wanted nothing more than to be
doing this magnificent girl's bidding, and if that
meant thrashing in frustration to please her than that
was OK.

Alex used her left hand to gingerly expose my swollen
engorged clitoris which was already slick with my
juices.  I trembled at her light touch.  She held the
candle aloft maybe 3 inches about my quivering gaping
cunt, letting the hot wax accumulate in the
candletop's rim.  I was fascinated by the flickering
flame and as Alex tipped the candle and the hot fluid
lashed my tender bud I slipped uncontrollably into a
realm of unbearable pain and unbelievable pleasure.
Tears filled my eyes as the wax scorched my
unprotected center of pleasure, yet at the same time
the tremendous flood of dammed up desire was loosed,
flooding me from head to toe for minutes until I was
utterly and sweetly exhausted.

Alex rested her watchful eyes on me as my body quieted
and then my tormenting goddess undressed herself and
slipped into bed beside me.  She removed my gag and
kissed me deeply on the lips. I remained deliciously
bound and stretched and I cherished the feel of her
warm strong body next to mine, hers to do with as she
pleased. I drifted off to sleep in a sweet haze of
grateful relief.  My life had changed.

(to be continued; feedback much appreciated!)