Date: Wed, 23 Jun 2004 23:26:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: sonya kininski <sonyakininski@yahoo.com>
Subject: Holiday Fireworks: Part 5

Holiday Fireworks: Part 5 (conclusion)

By

Sonya (sonyakininski@yahoo.com)

Disclaimer: If you are under 18 and/or offended by
descriptions of lesbian sex, domination and
submission, then please don't read.  The action gets
pretty intense. Otherwise feel free to comment via
email: I enjoy hearing from readers, especially since
this is my first time writing erotica.  Thanks to Jen
for encouraging me to get it all out there. And to
Alex, wherever you are.

Part 5

My head was swimming.  I had been completely taken,
captivated, degraded, filled, toyed with not only by
my Mistress but by a girl who wasn't even old enough
to drink legally!  I sorely wished Mia could have
stayed the night.  Her enticing parting words rang in
my ears and I conjured the image of her on her knees
and pleasuring my pussy as I had pleasured her just
now. I walked the few steps to Alex's bedroom with
trepidation because I thought she would be angry with
me for falling over Mia; but I kind of relished the
idea of getting her back, remembering how furious I
became when I was bound and gagged watching her fuck
and be fucked by that little gorgeous bitch.  So we
were even.  I wasn't such a total pushover after all.
Maybe there was a bit of a domme lurking inside me
too.

But I was also simply exhausted.  Three nights in a
row of new experiences, unbearable tension and
orgasmic release, three days of little appetite... It
all caught up to me.  I barely made it to the
bathroom, and then crawled into bed.  Alex was already
asleep, or so I thought: she turned to me and
commented, "So I guess you answered my question about
Mia earlier tonight."  I couldn't tell if she were
smiling or not.  I softly exhaled and kissed her
shoulder and fell dead asleep.

It was past 11 when I awoke.  For the first time in
days I was aware of hunger.  Alex was moving about in
the other room and as I stretched and slowly made my
way into consciousness I  reflected with incredulity
on my explosive simultaneous introduction to
lesbianism and submission.  Alex's feminine beauty
rendered me helpless.  I worshipped it and her, and
strangely enough, now even myself.  I've long believed
that the feminine form is peerless in Nature, is
Nature's most remarkable and beautiful handiwork, but
I had inexplicably held myself back from true and
total dedication to it.  The unexpected invitation to
give myself over to this knowledge in the person of
Alex was heaven-sent.

I had found liberation in my captivity to her and
redemption in prostrating myself at the altar of her
beauty and elegance and art.  Art -- she was a curator,
I a designer and painter -- an immensely strong
connection between us.  Alex artfully introduced me to
a realm that had been beyond my grasp.  Somehow I'm
sure she sensed the ennui, the unknowing
dissatisfaction in me, and she unlocked a reservoir of
new energy.

Yet today was Sunday, the end of the holiday, and I
was pensive on two counts.  First, I didn't want to
leave, and second, I wondered about Alex's reaction to
my farewell ravishing of Mia. How easy it was for me
to pursue that tender young cunt, to switch
Mistresses...  I was confused until I figured out that
it was simply a question of my helplessness when faced
with commanding feminine beauty.

Alex burst into the bedroom.  "No time for a shower,
honey, we'll be late for brunch," she said cheerily.
I was raunchy from the way I had been used, my face
coated with pussy-cum.  I thought of my degraded
cleaning of the cocks that had fucked my ass and cunt,
and how I would willingly go to my knees now to lick
Alex's ass if she asked.

"I'll get your clothes while you take care of yourself
in the loo," she continued, "but hurry up."  I peed
quickly and washed my face and hands and when I
entered the living room Alex had my outfit ready and
waiting: a very short white linen halter top, denim
mini-skirt, white cotton panties, white anklets and
her heeled maryjanes.  She herself was dressed in a
black silk blouse, cutoffs and running shoes.  God,
she looked wonderful!

I hurried into my clothes, blushing when I thought of
being seen like this outside.  But Alex's soothing
hand on my cheek quieted my misgivings, and I then
felt a surge of excitement at being on display as
Alex's possession.  She asked me to sit so she could
make me up and when she was finished I looked like a
wanton schoolgirl slut, a pure tart: very alluring, in
fact, the kind that would attract me now!  My eyes
were heavily lined and shadowed and my lips colored a
seductive reddish-orange.  I was also conscious of my
dear indispensable collar.

"I've gotta get a pic of this," said Alex, reaching
for her digital camera.  I grew instantly afraid and
started to question and Alex gingerly set the camera
down and examining me with sternness, commanded
"Please get on your fucking knees, you cunt," hissing
her words very softly.

I dropped immediately.  "Take my fingers in your
mouth."  I did, sucking on them and wetting them
copiously, and she removed her hand and slapped me
hard across the left cheek.  She offered me her
fingertips to kiss, which I did, and then slapped me
again, harder.  My cheek stung but my body was melting
at the pleasure of being in her command.

"You're an impertinent little bitch.  I'll take
whatever pictures I want of you, where I want, and
when I want, do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I meekly replied.

"And I'll do whatever I want with them," she
continued.  "I can put them on the web, I can send
them to your boss, I can bring them to dance class...
You've no control whatsoever, do you understand?"

For the first time her voice was louder than usual.
Was this the anger about Mia and me?

"Now, lift your top and show me those small breasts of
yours."  I did as told.

"Good, that'll do for starters," she sweetly commented
as she snapped a shot.  "Let's get going."

We headed for a small trendy restaurant not too far
from the lingerie shop.  Needless to say we attracted
a great deal of attention from any and everyone, two
lovely and provocatively dressed girls sauntering
along the streets of the city on a warm summer day.

At the restaurant we placed our orders and I felt the
weight of about a hundred eyeballs on me as Alex made
it very clear by her gestures that I was her lover,
her "possession."
At this point I didn't care if I'd run into someone
from work: what would it matter in comparison to this
glorious new state?

"What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?" she
asked, almost reading my mind.

"Oh, 830 or so, it's flexible.  But should I call in
sick?  I can't bear the thought of leaving you so
soon," I blurted out.  Alex smiled radiantly.  "No,
you'll be at work on time, which makes the hours we
have left all the more precious."  Then she added,
mischievously, "So much to teach, so little time."

Our food came and we ate robustly, then added a
dessert to share.  I felt like a teenager in
puppy-love as I spooned chocolate mousse cake from the
center of the table with Alex.  It was at that point
that my desire, that feeling beginning in my cunt but
spreading into my innards and along my limbs, began to
grow, to revisit me again.  My whole skin started to
tingle at the nebulous idea of what might be in store.
 My pussy drenched my panties, so much so that I could
smell my heat.  Alex grew serious.

"Now, my little slut, I want to tell you about what
we're going to do when we get home.  Listen and don't
interrupt. First, pictures.  You're going to pose
lewdly for me in your slutty schoolgirl outfit,
showing the camera your sweet shaven pussy and nice
puckered ass and your firm big-nippled breasts, but
you're going to make sure you keep your hands way from
the hot spots: no touching without my permission!"

"Second," she continued, "as we finish with the pics
you'll strip down to nothing but your shoes, socks and
collar.  There's a plant hanging from the ceiling in
my bedroom, it's near the bar and the mirrored wall.
I'll give you a footstool to take it down and then to
thread a length of rope through the eyebolt it hung
from.  Then you'll retrieve my scarves and I will bind
your hands together  with them, and then one end of
the rope around them. I'll secure the other end, and
pull your arms up as high as I can, and you'll be able
to see all of this in the mirror as I prepare to test
your mettle."

I listened breathlessly.

"Now, reach down and give me your sopping panties.
Now!"

I tried to be as nonchalant as I could and I slipped
them off slowly, as surreptitiously as I could in the
crowded eating-place.  My actions weren't unnoticed.
I handed the panties to Alex, wet and pungent, with a
trembling hand over the table.  She stretched them
quite demonstratively, and brought them to her mouth
and nose and inhaled.  I watched in a kind of shock at
her openness.

"Mmmm, my little cunt, you smell divine, and you're
wet beyond belief!  I like that in a bitch."  She even
had the audacity to leave the moist garment on the
table with our tip, and a dozen heads turned our way
as we left.  We took a slow walk home, full of
anticipation, and I was immediately put to use upon
our return.

Alex snapped at least a dozen shots of me in various
obscene poses, bent over, legs spread, pussy lips
parted, breasts exposed.  I stripped down to my heels
and socks and then went into the bedroom to lower the
plant and thread into the eyebolt a length of
clothesline rope.  I brought her the scarves from her
dresser, those familiar playthings of hers, and she
bound my wrists and attached the dangling rope to
them.  She tugged on the rope after positioning me
under the eyebolt, assuring me it could hold several
hundred pounds of force, and raised my arms high over
my head, high and higher, until I was standing on the
tips of my toes with my legs together.  She anchored
the other end of the rope to a bedpost. It felt both
exhilarating and tiring to be stretched out like that.
 If I spread my legs I would be completely off the
ground.  As it was, I struggled just to stay on my
toes.

Alex approached me and stroked my hair and told me how
beautiful I was.

"Look at yourself, my little slave girl, did you ever
imagine spending a 4th of July weekend like this?"

"No, Mistress," I weakly replied.

"How far -- or how low -- have you come?  A degraded
helpless powerless cunt who will beg to be even more
degraded, who will plead to be humiliated and abused
by her Mistress."

She reached around and lightly touched my nipples and
I sighed involuntarily.  She pinched and rolled them a
bit and then she began to pull my nipples as far out
as possible before releasing them suddenly.

"Ooohh," I cried, "that feels so good, so good
Mistress!"

She then began to slap my breasts, at first lightly
and then with greater force, by stretching out a
nipple to its utmost with one hand and smacking the
flesh of the breast with the other.  This drove me
wild with lust, sending jolts to my cunt with each
blow.

"Yes, they've been neglected, haven't they?" Alex
noted.  "We'll, we can correct that."

She affixed the nipple clamps she had used last night
on me, alligator clips, which hurt a great deal, more
when Alex played with the connecting chain to pull and
stretch my  poor little breasts.  But I grew
accustomed to the pain, which itself acted like an
aphrodisiac with a direct line to my pussy, and I
reveled in Alex's attention.  I could see myself
dangling helplessly in the mirror directly before me.
And I looked and felt so tremendously sexy!  I would
do anything for my cruel-tender Alex.

"Now, to complete this part of your subjugation," said
Alex, "I want to make sure you're quiet."  She used
another scarf to gag me, tying it very tight.  She
then ran her hands slowly up my sides and across my
stomach and then onto my buttocks and the backs of my
thighs and calves.

"OK, bitch, take a good look at the lovely cunt you
are.  I'm going to give you some time to think about
the consequences of betraying your Mistress."  Alex
left the room unceremoniously.


Several hours passed.  I began to wonder whether she'd
ever return.  My muscles ached.  If I moved my feet
just slightly apart my arms would be overtaxed.  In a
stupid fit of anger I thrashed out and then swung from
side to side painfully.  My nipples were burning-numb.
 I quietly cried at times.  And I also had the fantasy
of being fucked, of Alex and Mia quietly entering and
penetrating my ass and cunt roughly again.

I finally heard the door open and Alex drew near.  She
was wearing a sheer black bustless and crotchless
teddy and black leather pumps, which made her look
menacing and also incredibly sexy.  I was weak with
relief: surely she had punished me enough and would
let me down.  I had learned my lesson.

But I saw in the mirror that Alex carried in her hand
the thin leather belt from her cutoff jeans she wore
earlier.

The first blow burned across my right buttock causing
me to jerk involuntarily.  My scream was muffled by
the gag.  It stung terribly. I lost my footing and
swung a bit and strained my arms.

"Please keep still," Alex said with her characteristic
softness of voice.

I tried to nod my head but the second blow came
quickly and made me shiver with pain as it landed on
my back.  Then the third, and fourth... And I lost
count as the pain became so intense.

"You unreliable fucking whore," whispered Alex.
Thwat!

"You ungrateful slut."  Swat!

She lashed my back, my buttocks, the undersides of my
thighs, and I moaned.  In the mirror my entire feeble
self was clearly at her mercy, completely in her
thrall.

Then suddenly the lashing stopped and I felt her soft
tender hand slide across the lips of my cunt.  I broke
down in sobs of gratitude as she lightly kissed my
neck while caressing my pussy.

Then just as suddenly the lashing resumed, this time
on the front of my thighs and under my arms and across
my stomach.  I lurched as the tip of the belt snapped
near my clamped nipples.

But Alex came near again and delicately fondled my
pussy, sliding her finger along its lips and gently
pressing into its folds, and sweet gratitude
overwhelmed me as she removed my gag and kissed me on
the lips.

"Do you like what you see?" she inquired.  I didn't
know whether she meant me, or her, or both, but I
silently assented.

And then -- and then she stepped back and began to snap
the leather tool over my pubis.  I  spread my legs
instantly to avoid the blows and this only exposed my
cunt all the more and hurt my arms.

"You're a disobedient fucking bitch," Alex calmly
exclaimed.  "I thought I told you to stay still?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress!" I cried.

"I hate disobedience," she answered.  She lashed me
several times across my ass and I was aflame, burning,
hurting, fighting off tears.  But when her elegant
hand came again to my cunt I wept.  I wept and grew
wet and as Alex sensed my burgeoning arousal she
warned, "Don't you dare cum without your Mistress's
permission."

She continued to caress my pussy, to slide her elegant
fingers along its lips, and my tension was building
and I wanted to cum so desperately so as to wash away
the pain and perversity and the loneliness, to make
everything between us right again.

"Oh yes, Mistress, thank you, thank you, please don't
stop, please get me off, please, make me cum, PLEASE!"
 I was shouting.

Alex simply left the room.

I'm not sure when she returned.  I was desolate,  I'd
lost all track of time.  I collapsed onto her and
clung to her as she led me to the bathroom to relieve
myself and then ushered me to her bed.

The cool sheets were soothing to my burning ass and
back as she spread me out.  She crossed my arms behind
my head and attached my right arm to the left bedpost
by a scarf, and vice versa.  She lifted my legs up and
pulled them apart and back and tied them behind on the
posts so that my cunt and ass were even more
accessible and vulnerable.

"The more helpless you are the prettier you look,"
said Alex as she kissed the insides of my thighs.  She
kissed my lips and then proceeded to blindfold me.  I
was truly desperate for release: a day's worth of
sexual tension had built up, with nowhere to go!  But
in light of Alex's savagery, I was truly afraid,
afraid but willing to sacrifice my fear to please her.

"How is that sweet cunt of yours doing?" she asked.

"Oh Mistress, it craves your touch, it wants you, I
want you, I want you, I love you, my Mistress."  I was
frenzied, and being blindfolded accentuated every
sound and taste and touch.  I felt something spongy
but rough rest on my cunt.  What was it?  It was
removed, then it was there again, pressing my pussy
lips and burning clit.  I instinctively tried to move
into it but it disappeared.

Then a sudden blow squarely on my cunt and I recoiled
but seeped with wetness.  I couldn't take this
torture, this teasing, this bringing me to the edge
and back, edge and back!  But I figured out what Alex
was using:  the loofah-brush, the backscrubber I had
showered myself with.

Alex tortured me mercilessly with it: pressing and
rubbing it against my mons, then suddenly lifting it;
smacking my cunt hard with it, then soft.  Brushing my
clamped nipple tips with it unawares, or pulling on
the chain that connected the clamps, all
unpredictably, all exquisitely timed to surprise and
excite and  frustrate.  She tapped my cunt with the
loofah ten times in a row and then, on the verge of
cumming, she stopped. How did she know me so well?

"What are you?" she asked.
"A slut," I replied.  Whack!
"What else?"
"A cunt, a bitch, a slave." Whack!
"Whom do you serve?"
"You." Whack!
"Whom?"
"You." Whack!
"Again!"
"You, you, you!."  Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Shall I call Mia to fuck you?"
I hesitated. Whack! Whack! Whack!
"No, Mistress, no!"
"I didn't hear you."
"NO!"  Whack!
"NO!" Whack!
"NO NO NO NO NO!"  Whack! Whack! Whack!

She relented for a moment; my cunt was tingling, at
the tipping point.

"And do you want to cum?"
"Yes, Mistress, yes, more than anything I want to
cum!" I cried.
"How much?"
"Totally, so much, much..." I was babbling. "Please,
Mistress, I beg of you, please make me cum, I BEG OF
YOU!"

She rested the loofah on my pussy and moved it slowly
up and down to create a magnificently delicious
friction and I was now, finally, on the road to
heaven, except --- she stopped!

"You don't dare to cum, not yet" she said
inexplicably.  I was panting and sweating as she left
the room.

"Fuck!" I shouted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck you, you bitch, I
hate you, I hate you, but I love you, please Mistress,
I love you and want to cum for you, please!"

The door opened again and her footsteps drew nearer
and her warm soft mouth and tongue engulfed my
desperately aching pussy, and I exploded instantly,
drenching her face, quivering with delight as I heard
her lick and lap my juices.

She unbound me and cradled me in her arms and stroked
my hair and I instinctively went to my knees to
minister to her magnificent cunt.  Alex too had been
practicing self-restraint, so when she came she came
thunderously.

I wore my collar to work that Monday, proudly.
Tuesday I received a letter from Alex informing me
that she would be moving overseas imminently to take
up a curatorial promotion.  She thanked me and
enclosed the collar's key.  When I inquired for Mia at
the lingerie shop I learned that she had left for
Europe with her sister.

The End

(Since this encounter I have had a few spankings at
best; my gf is great but not adventurous.  Every so
many months I'm seized by the urge to find a real-life
domme...but so far to no avail.  Thanks to all the
readers who've emailed encouragement.  Any further
comments via email would be really appreciated.)