Date: Sat, 19 Jun 2004 12:20:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: sonya kininski <sonyakininski@yahoo.com>
Subject: Holiday Fireworks: Part 3 (Revised)

Holiday Fireworks: Part III

By

Sonya (sonyakininksi@yahoo.com)


This is the continuation of a story about my
introduction to women and submission.  If you're under
18 or offended by such things then please go
elsewhere.
If you'd like to comment, please email me!


Part III

I awoke, unbound and alone.  The sun was filtering
into Alex's spacious bedroom from the large single
window on the other side facing the foot of the bed.
In my delirious and confused excitement I had noticed
very little, and now I could discern Alex's ballet bar
across the window and, perpendicular to it, a mirrored
wall.  I rose to go to the bathroom and when I came
out I stopped at the bar.  My clit was very tender,
too tender to touch at the moment, and the light of
day shook me to my senses.  What the hell was I doing
here, what was I getting myself into?

I mean, I'm a respectable member of the so-called
citizenry, well, at least kind of. As an artist I'm
allowed to be a little weird.  But in the space of a
few hours I had allowed myself to be blindfolded and
bound and gagged, I had licked a strange woman's ass
and cunt and feet, I had kissed her shoes, I had
called her "Mistress".... I began to be sick to my
stomach, with guilt and disappointment.

But when I glimpsed myself in the mirror I was taken
aback.  I saw a woman who was amazingly sexy and
radiant, a woman I would have wanted to ravish, and I
remembered the incredible climax Alex had engineered
for me last night.  And, to be honest, I wanted more.
I was different somehow, more full of lust and energy
that I had ever been, more fully alive.

Please, whoever's reading, don't take it into your
head that I'm recommending these kinds of experiences
to anyone.  I'm just trying to describe what
transformed me.  If I am a depraved perverted slut,
then so be it.

The smell of  toast and coffee reached me as I
stretched out naked on Alex's bed and before long she
entered with a tray: coffee, yogurt, whole wheat
toast, and a plate with a ringed leather collar.

"How are you feeling today, sweetie?" she asked.  She
was really really beautiful.  OK, I know I said it
before, but she was really really gorgeous and I was
stricken by her looks even in the morning's light.

"I'm pretty wonderful," I replied.  "How about you?"
"Well, to be frank, I'm pleasantly frustrated.  I've
only just begun to explore that luscious body of
yours."  I blushed as I sipped my coffee.

"Open your legs for me."

I set the cup down and obeyed, immediately becoming
wet but also worried about my tender bud.  Alex drew
out a tube of zinc oxide and very gently coated my
clitoris.

"This will help, Sonya.  You should be fine in time
for the fireworks."

Fireworks... Yes, it was July 4 and from her window you
could see the museum where she worked and where they
traditionally set off the displays.

"So I guess I'm invited for the evening?" I
pseudo-naively inquired.

"You're mine until Sunday, slut," she replied, not
without a hint of menace, and not without giving me a
rush from my throat to my loins.  I really just
couldn't help myself.

"Let's get going, shall we?  We've got a full day.  I
thought we'd do a jog around the park and then a
little shopping before the stores close."

The air was warm and we took an easy run around the
perimeter of the park, about 2 miles, and then 2 quick
showers.  Alex dressed in cutoffs, sandals and an
oxford man's shirt, no bra, and I got back into my
heels, thong and dress, definitely overdressed for
daytime, but that's how Alex wanted me.

By this point we were ready for lunch so we made our
way to a café near the `cool' part of town, the part
frequented by people my age and younger, always open.
We both ordered salads and mineral water, and then
lattes.  As we were finishing up Alex took something
out of her purse: it was the collar that had
accompanied the coffee tray earlier this morning. She
placed it on the table.

I was beginning to feel uncomfortable in this public
place, but I was fascinated by her boldness. The
collar was black leather, adjustable, with about a
dozen small silver rings, the size of nickels,
attached; and there was a tiny silver padlock.

"I think you'll look very nice in this," said Alex,
"especially as we walk around town."

I tried to protest but my nerve failed me.  She rose
and deftly attached the collar and locked it around my
neck.  Several café customers looked our way.  I just
went on sipping the remains of my coffee, stunned.

"You look more lovely than ever," she said. I smiled
and gulped, and then told myself to relax, to just
relax.  What did I care what these other people
thought anyway?  Still, I couldn't believe she was
doing this so openly.

She also had the audacity to take my arm in hers, and
as we walked along the streets we attracted many eyes.
 I cared but didn't care.  Everyone at work was away,
so I was in little danger of seeing them, but
still....  Then I just let myself enjoy it.  I
relaxed.  I began to enjoy the glances, especially
from the cute younger girls.

Alex brought us to an erotic boutique which sold
mostly lingerie and a bunch of kinky things that
looked pretty cheesy to me.

"Let's get some nice undies for tonight, OK?" she
said.  It was fine with me. The stuff was expensive
but very cool, very enticing.  A young girl who looked
barely 18 was working the counter.  Her hair was dyed
half-organge, half-black, but she was quite pretty,
with voluptuous breasts and an incredibly flat
stomach.  Her navel was pierced, and her tongue too!

"Need any help?" she asked.

"Not yet, we're just browsing," answered Alex.

"OK, let me know if you want to try something on."

We took our time.  I enjoyed feeling the material of
the bras and panties, enjoyed the tremendous variety,
enjoyed thinking about how I'd look.  I finally
narrowed my choices to three and showed Alex.

"Why don't you try them on and make your pick, see if
they fit.  They all look very sexy to me."

The clerk unlocked a door that led to a small suite of
several dressing rooms.  As I entered one of the tiny
rooms she said, "I like your collar."  Then she
smiled. I was speechless. I closed the door and
quickly tried on my selections, settling finally on an
embroidered black lace v-string with matching black
lace bra.  Just as I was removing them to get back
into my dress I heard the clerk usher Alex into
another room.  I got my clothes on and opened the door
and went out into the store and waited at the counter.
 The clerk smiled at me and I smiled back: she really
was very pretty, very sensual.  Then she said, "You're
a lucky girl."

"What do you you mean?" I replied.

"I mean I'd let your girlfriend do me ANY day.  And I
wouldn't mind doing you."

Alex was unlocking her door and the clerk quickly
added, "that's an open invitation."

Alex playfully hid what she purchased, but I showed
her my final choice.

"They'll look good on or off," she chuckled.

We had a lot of time to kill, so we killed it by
window-shopping and sauntering through the mostly
deserted city streets.  On a whim we stopped for a
light dinner, and all the while I just had a sense of
build-up, a sense of tension.  My collar attracted
many a glance and I grew bolder in accepting whatever
was going on.  Heck, it was a holiday after all!  I
might as well enjoy myself.

It was 7 PM when we returned to Alex's flat.  I was a
little sleepy and Alex advised me to take a short nap.
 I entered the bedroom and undressed but I paused in
front of her wall-mirror to see what I looked like
with the collar.  I was fascinated by what I saw, I
loved what it symbolized.  There was something so
ineffably thrilling about being beautiful Alex's
possession.  Then I fell asleep.

It was nearly dark when I awakened.  I supposed I was
exhausted, but now as I awoke I felt tremendously
energized.  Alex stood next to the bed in nothing but
black heels and a black lace corset. Her lovely breast
and pussy were completely and deliciously exposed.
She looked amazing.

"Alex, you look so damned beautiful!" I blurted out.
"Thanks, dear," she responded, "but until further
notice I'd like to be called `Mistress'."

"Yes, Mistress," I muttered, growing warm.

"Now get up and get into those lovely things for me."

I put on the lace bra and panties and I looked and
felt very hot, sleekly sexual, ready to please, ready
to be gloriously used.

Alex brought me over to the ballet bar that fronted
the window overlooking the park.
She spread my legs and again took her silk scarves to
bind each ankle to the end of the bar, but moved my
legs out about 3 feet from it.  She bound my wrists
together and then tied them to the bar, but I could
grasp the bar with both hands.  I was looking out over
the city.  My ass was raised for my mistress, my cunt
wantonly spread open.  I was hers for the taking.

"What a lovely ass you have, Sonya, what a delectable
slut you are!" she said, before bringing her hand hard
across my butt.

"Oooh," I exclaimed.

"You like that?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She slapped my ass again, harder, and I quivered as
the warmth spread across my buttocks. My v-string
covered nothing but my slit, barely. Then she grabbed
my hair and pulled my head back.

"Keep your fucking back arched for me, bitch," she
advised, but softly as always.

I tried as her hand punished my bottom fiercely, but
every once in a while I couldn't sustain my posture.
Then Alex would pull me again by the hair and spank me
even more harshly.

"I haven't heard a word of thanks from my slut."

"Sorry, Mistress, I thank you, I love what you do to
me, thank you," I babbled.

She moved to my side and holding my head up by the
hair proceeded to spank me over and over.  I lost
count.  I tried to thank her after each blow but I
often yelped as the pain grew.  She took to spitting
on her hand before slapping me, and this increased my
pleasure-pain.

"You beautiful gorgeous fucking cunt," whispered Alex
huskily.  "My cunt," she added, "my bitch, my
plaything, who loves her Mistress's hand."

`Yes!," I cried out, tears welling in my eyes, "I'm
your cunt, your bitch, I'll do whatever you want,
Mistress!   The burning was so intense that tears
formed in my eyes and I wanted relief; yet at the same
time I wanted her to continue to  punish, to degrade,
to stimulate me even more.

Alex stopped and allowed me to catch my breath.  In
the distance from the window the fireworks had
started, little ones, and I knew that they would end
in 45 minutes with the most spectacular of them.  The
stinging of my buttocks was beginning to subside.

Then all of a sudden I was surprised by indescribable
sweetness: Alex had dropped to her knees behind me,
lifted the v-string aside and begun to lick the crack
between my buttocks.  Her sweet tongue played along
the rim of my ass and I felt her use her lips to
nibble on me there too.  She kissed my pussy lips as
well and I began to cry with gratitude.

"Thank you, Mistress, oh thank you!" I sobbed,
overcome with warmth.  She was so good to me, so
tender!

"My slut is very lovely, very beautiful," Alex purred.
 Then she came around and kissed me long and deep as I
remained bound to the bar.

The fireworks were intensifying: higher, louder, more
colorful, more frequently set off.

"I love your virgin ass," she said, "but it won't be
virgin much longer."

I suspected as much.  Reeling from the pain of my
cruel spanking and the delight of Alex's gentle
tongue, I merely sighed.  One finger, then another
simultaneously, protruded into my anus.  She had me
lick her fingers, then spat on them and prodded me
again.  I pressed back against her, now rhythmically.
I sucked her fingers again, wetting them copiously,
and she spat on my anus before she inserted a third
finger.  I cried out: it felt wonderful.  With her
left hand she pulled my hair and her right she used to
thrust and twist into my nether hole, faster and
deeper, faster and deeper.

"Take it, Sonya, take it you little cunt, take it like
my good bitch," ordered Alex, "let me hear you moan."
"Oh my god, yes! Thank you, Mistress, fuck me, fuck my
ass, fuck me, fuck me!" I cried out, on the verge of
cumming.

Then she suddenly withdrew her fingers, leaving me
panting and frustrated yet again.

"I'm not ready for you to cum yet, my slut.  Besides,
this is only a preparation."

I had no idea what she meant, I could barely think.

"How's your clit doing?" she asked.

"It's fine, Mistress, it's hard."  I had to lean
forward and downwards to keep my knees from buckling.

Alex moved behind me again. She unbound my ankles and
pulled off my lovely lingerie and pressed her tongue
into my dripping pussy.  She slathered my cunt and
sucked and flicked me and as she did so she reached up
to my nipples and kneaded them with her fingers as her
hands slipped under my lace bra.

The fireworks were climaxing and I myself began to
shudder and Alex plied her tongue deep into me from
behind and then, as she squeezed my nipples so very
hard and her tongue flickered over my clitoris, I
came, wave after wave.  I screamed as the fireworks
died away....

But she was aflame and I yearned to please her for
this gift.  She unbound my hands and led me over to
her capacious bed and spread herself in all her glory.
 She guided my mouth to her breasts which I feasted
on, sucking and nibbling them and caressing them.  I
kissed her shoulders, her neck, her sides, her arms,
and Alex let me rip off her corset to lick the
treasure of her skin beneath.  I was greedy in my
lust, I simply couldn't get enough of her.  And when
she raised her beautiful legs and held them apart for
me with her hands I attacked her gorgeous smooth cunt
with abandon.

She pressed my face to her pussy as she thrust and
bucked and screamed, and then afterwards drew me up to
her for the most precious of lingering kisses.  We
slept that night in each other's arms.

(to be continued -- 2 more parts, I think; feedback is
much appreciated)