Date: Sat, 3 Apr 2010 20:11:17 EDT
From: ldavis4@hotmail.com
Subject: Justine and Nicole

Justine and Nicole by Laura Davis, F/F Bnd
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My husband and I  went to the Cape last summer for a  month.
We're both teachers and since both of our families have  money there's no
need for us to work during the summer. I teach junior high  math, or used to,
and Jeff teaches Spanish and Latin at the high school level.  We celebrated
our fourth anniversary and my twenty-seventh birthday by going to  dinner
at a nice restaurant in Provincetown.
My name is Justine and I'm a tall, brown-eyed blonde with  a strong,
athletic figure and long beautiful legs. Jeff and I hadn't been  getting along
well and we hoped a month of sun and sex would straighten things  out between
us. By the end of our first week there had been lots of sun but very  little
sex. But as we left for dinner that night I had high hopes. I was wearing  a
black silk t-shirt dress and strappy sandals with a 2" heel. I had a nice
tan  so I didn't bother with stockings. Or a bra. Or panties. My dress was so
short  that I had to be very careful when I was sitting  down.
We had a very nice dinner and did a lot of talking  without resolving
anything. We finished a bottle of wine with dinner, then  skipped desert. We
walked down Commercial Street, window shopping, then  stopped in for a drink at
a bar near the wharf. The crowd was a mixture of  tourists and locals. There
were a number of female couples and Jeff shook his  head in disgust. I
remember thinking that he had to be the only guy in  North America that isn't
turned on by the  girl-on-girl scene. I didn't find out why until the
following  day.
We ordered drinks and I was still nursing my first when  Jeff ordered
another. I recognized the symptoms. He was determined to get drunk  and nothing I
said would make a difference. He continued to drink heavily and  before
long he was totally out of it. I paid the tab and was struggling to get  him
out of there when a slender young woman with short black hair came and  helped
me with him. With her help, I got him to our car and dumped him in the
back seat.
The woman's name was Nicole and she was a cute tomboy  with big brown eyes
and smooth olive skin. We shook hands after she introduced  herself. I told
her my name and accepted her offer of a drink. "But you have to  let me buy.
After all, if you hadn't helped me I'd still be trying to get Jeff  back to
the car."
She smiled and nodded. "Okay, thanks." As we walked back  to the bar her
hand brushed mine and then she was holding it. I glanced at her  and she
smiled and gave my hand a little squeeze. With my heels I was as tall as  her so
she had to be about 5' 11" to my 5' 9".  She was slender and nicely built,
wearing leather pants that fit like a second skin, a t-shirt, and a leather
vest.
I was surprised when we bypassed the bar we'd been in and  continued on for
another block, to a smaller bar where the only customers were  women. We
found a table in the back and ordered a round of drinks. The jukebox  was
playing and after our drinks arrived she asked me to dance. I slipped my
sandals off and followed her out onto the dance floor. We danced a few fast
numbers and I was surprised at much I was enjoying myself. Nicole was a good
dancer and I noticed that her gaze frequently dropped to my chest. My full,
firm  (35c) breasts bounced unrestrained as we danced.
A little voice reminded me that I was heterosexual and  married to boot. I
suppressed it, telling myself I was just having a little fun.  It wasn't my
fault that Jeff drank himself into a stupor. When a slow dance came  on I
started to turn away but Nicole took me into her arms and I automatically
rested my head against her shoulder. She ran one hand up and down my back and
chuckled, "Wow, no bra, no panties. Very daring!"
Her hands came to rest on my butt and I blushed as she  stroked me gently.
After a few moments I felt her pulling my dress up, exposing  me, moving her
hands down onto my bare ass. I lifted my head and whispered,  "Please,
stop. Don't....." My voice trailed off as her eyes met  mine.
"Do you really want me to stop? Do you have the nerve to  ask?"
I'm normally the aggressor in all of my relationships,  personal and
professional. But, with Nicole, my normal self-confidence deserted  me. I dropped
my eyes from hers and shook my head. I whispered, "No."
She chuckled. "Good answer. Be a good girl and I won't  have to take you
out and warm your butt for you.  Understand?"
I nodded and whispered, "Yes." I put my head down on her  shoulder,
blushing, as she lifted my dress again and opened fondled my bare  buttocks. I have
a nice firm butt and she certainly seemed to enjoy stroking  it.
When the dance ended she took my hand and led me back to  the table. We sat
and finished our drinks and then led me out the back door and  down a
flight of steps to the beach. I slipped my sandals off and carried them  in my
right hand as we walked along the beach, headed east, away from the wharf.
After a couple of minutes she stopped and said, "Give me  your dress." When
I hesitated she stepped forward and slapped me. It wasn't a  hard slap but
it stung. I dropped my sandals and reached back to unzip my dress.  I let it
slid down from my shoulders and then I caught it and eased it off,  placing
it in Nicole's outstretched hand. There was no moon but there was enough
light from the nearby buildings to give her a good look at my body. She
smiled  and nodded.  "Very nice!" She held  her hand out. "Give me your sandals."
I picked them up and handed them to her.  She draped my dress over her left
shoulder and carried my sandals in her left  hand. We resumed our walk,
holding hands.
After a couple of minutes she asked, "How do you like  being nude in front
of another woman, a virtual  stranger?"
I thought about it for a moment. "It's strange and a  little embarrassing."
I paused for a moment. "It's also  exciting."
She grinned. "Are you wet?"
I hesitated, then nodded.  "Yes."
She stopped walking. "Show  me."
I glanced out at the light at the end of the seawall as I  slipped my hand
down between my legs and inserted my middle finger into my  vagina. I held
it up so she could see the result - my finger was wet, soaked  with my
juices. She leaned and touched the tip of her tongue against my finger.  "Umm. You
taste good. Lick it clean."
I stared right into her eyes as I licked my finger  clean.
"How do you like the taste of your own  cunt?"
I dropped my eyes, blushing, and whispered, "I like it. I  like it a lot."
She dropped my sandals and stepped close, cupping my  tits, teasing my
nipples with her thumbs. I closed my eyes and moaned as they  sprang erect, hard
little points that sent shivers of delight through me as she  tweaked them.
After a moment she pinched them gently, then a little harder,  pulling away
and down while I moaned with pleasure. Pain mixed with pleasure as  she
pinched a little harder. I whimpered and whispered,
"Please ....."
She kissed me, forcing her tongue deep into my mouth for  a moment. "Please
what?"
I took a deep, shuddering breath. "Please hurt me.  Please.
Hurt me. Hurt me."
She obliged, pinching my nipples as hard as she could  while twisting them.
I cried in pain but I didn't try to get away. She released  my nipples and
I sank to my knees, resting my head against her right thigh. She  ruffled my
hair. "Would you like me to whip you?"
I turned my face up and whispered, "No, I wouldn't like  it but do want to
be whipped."
She nodded. "Let's go." She turned and walked away,  angling across the
beach toward the back of a small apartment building. The  apartment she'd
rented for the week was on the lower level with a door that  opened onto the
beach. She took me inside and whipped me with a leather strap  while I hung by
my wrists from a hook set in a heavy beam, my wrists secured  with leather
cuffs. She turned her stereo on to muffle my cries. There were at  least two
other stereos blaring from upstairs so nobody heard me  scream.
She whipped my back, buttocks and thighs. Then she moved  around in front
of me and whipped my thighs. I screamed and begged for mercy  when she
brought the strap down across my belly. She ignored me. I hated the  pain but a
part of me enjoyed knowing that I was helpless. She gave me three  across my
belly and finished up with another three across my tits. I hung there
sobbing, while she removed her clothes.
When she let me down the cuffs remained and she fastened  them behind my
back. Then she made me get down on my knees and told me to go  down on her.
When I refused she forced two fingers into my mouth and asked me if  I wanted
to take a punishment dildo in my ass. I shook my head frantically. "No?
Good. Then beg me to let you eat pussy."
She took her fingers out of my mouth. I bent and kissed  her knees.
"Please, Nicole, let me eat you.  Please!"
She spread her beautiful legs and nodded. I moved closer  and bent to lick
and kiss her inner thighs. She had no pubic hair at all and her  vulva was
enticingly visible. I inhaled the strong, musky scent of an aroused  woman
for the first time and it excited me. I ran the tip of my tongue along her
furrow and enjoyed the moan of pleasure that resulted. I tried again. She put
her hands on either side of my head and pulled my mouth against her wet,
eager  cunt. "Eat me, bitch or I'll take the skin off your bottom with a bull
whip."
Her taste was different from my own. More tangy, slightly  salty, but every
enjoyable. I applied myself to my task, concentrating because I  had no
idea what would please her. I had little experience. I hadn't experienced
cunnilingus more than five or six times in my life. Jeff hated doing it. He
loved putting his cock in my mouth but he didn't want to reciprocate. Despite
my  lack of experience I was able to bring her to orgasm before my tongue go
too  tired.
After she came I rested my head on her thigh and waited  for her breathing
to return to normal. When it did, I looked up at her and said,  "I should be
getting back to Jeff. If he wakes up it will be hard to explain my
absence."
She cupped my chin and smiled. "Fuck Jeff. You're mine  now.
Understand? We'll write a note for him and put it under  the windshield
wiper."
I stared at her in silence, terror mixing with  excitement.
After a moment I nodded and said, "Yes. I  understand."
She slapped me, a hard backhand that split my lip. "You  need to learn some
manners. You will address me as Nicole or Mistress.  Never Nicki.
Understand  slave?"
I licked my lip, tasting my blood. "Yes mistress. I  understand."
She leaned and kissed me, tasting my blood. "That's  better.
You're such a pretty slut. I'm going to enjoy breaking  you to slavery. Now
let's write that note." She removed the cuffs and I wrote  Jeff a short
note. I told him I was through with him, tired of his crap, turned  off by his
piggish manner. I told him to contact a lawyer and I'd do the same. I  said
I'd contact him by the end of August.
Nicole let me put my dress on but she slit it up to the  waist on both
sides and down to the waist in front. The dress was ruined for  normal use but
the result was very sexy and entirely suitable for a slave. We  walked down
to the wharf and found that Jeff was just beginning to strip. We put  the
note under the windshield wiper on the driver's side. I unlocked the car,
threw my keys on the mat, and closed the door. We walked away and I didn't look
back. My old life was over.
We spent the next day, Saturday, out at the nude beach  near Race Point.
Nicole keep me well-oiled with SPF 30 suntan oil. That night we  went out for
a drink. I was wearing a pair of her jogging shorts and a sports  bra. As we
passed an apartment occupied by a couple of gay leathermen I heard a
familiar voice. We crept up to a window and looked in. Jeff was there, naked,
getting fucked in the ass by one guy while another used his mouth. I was
stunned. Nicole pulled me away and said, "Well, now you know. You've both found
a new life."
We had a drink and made plans. We'd be leaving for  Boston on the  first
ferry on Sunday morning. I told her I'd have to resign from my job and  look
for one in Boston. She shook her head. "No need for you to  work. My father
has more money than God and as long as I stay away from  California he  gives
me an obscenely large allowance. You'll be a kept  woman."
She made some phone calls. One was to a beauty salon to  make an
appointment for me to have my hair cut and styled and have a full bikini  wax. "Later,
you can have laser treatments to remove it permanently. Like I  did."
The next morning we took the first ferry to Boston. I was wearing one  of
her t-shirts and a pair of her jogging shorts. Both were a little big for me
but they fit well enough. I was barefoot because her shoes were too large
for  me. As we waited to board she gave me a last chance to change my mind. I
might  have if I hadn't seen Jeff taking cock in his ass and mouth.
Finally, I shook my  head and said, "No, mistress, I'm not going to change my
mind." So, at the age  of 27, I became the sexual slave of a 23 year old grad
student.
We sat and talked until the ferry reached Boston. Nicole didn't act  overly
possessive but when a guy tried hitting on me she put her hand on my  thigh
and gave him a look that sent him on his way, muttering about fuckin'
lesbos. Nicole shook her head and smiled.  "Can't blame him. You are a pretty
slut."
I leaned against her, my head on her shoulder. "I'm  *your* slut." She
chuckled and squeezed my thigh gently. She hadn't lied about  her father. She
was driving a new Lexus SUV and living in a nice house in  Cambridge, both
provided by her father. As we pulled into the garage she glanced at me and
said,  "First rule - no clothes when your in the house. Unless you've been told
to  dress." I was pulling the t-shirt off before she finished  speaking.
There were other rules. I had to run with her every  morning, a five-mile
circuit that took us across the river and back. I had to  work out with her
at least three times a week. At home, when she entered a room  I had to drop
to my knees and wait for permission to rise. If I entered a room  she was in
the same rule applied. Didn't matter who was present. At home rules  were
stricter than out-in-public rules. I was responsible for all of the  cooking,
cleaning and shopping. I took care of the bills and the errands. In  return
I got room and board and liberal amounts of pain and mind-blowing sex.  She
paid for medical insurance and contributed to an IRA - $2,000 a month.
Legally, I was her housekeeper and was paid a generous salary and banked every
cent.
I was allowed to keep a short robe in the closet by the  front door in case
somebody came by while Nicole was out. It was terrycloth in  winter, silk
the rest of the year. Within a few weeks I was used to being nude  and hated
to get dressed to run errands. I began the laser treatments that  gradually
removed all of my pubic hair.  Permanently. In mid September she took me
back to Provincetown and had me  pierced - nipples, navel, labia, clit hood and
clit. My nipples and navel  received delicate gold rings. My labia received
stainless steel rings, two on  each side. The ring though my clit hood was
also stainless steel but slightly  smaller. And my clit received a stainless
steel stud through the base. It keeps  me sexually aroused most of the
time. It can be maddening if Nicole's busy and  doesn't have time to fuck me.
I still crave cock occasionally, a craving that Nicole  can't wholly
satisfy with a dildo. One day, when I was whining about my need for  cock, she
took me down to a bar frequented by leathermen.  The owner is a tall, handsome
African-American named Paul. His nickname is Big Daddy because he has a
huge  cock. The first time I saw it I was so scared I wet myself. I was on my
knees,  naked, when he eased it out of his pants and I lost control of my
bladder. Paul  and Nicole have been friends for years. He agreed to use me as a
favor to her.  His cock is a good 13" long and as thick as my wrist.  It
barely fit in my mouth and it hurt  the first time he fucked me. I started to
cry when Nicole said, "Fuck her in the  ass, Paul."
I dropped to my knees and begged her not to make me take  it in my ass.
"No, mistress. Please! He'll split me wide open! Please,  no!"
She smiled and said, "Get up on the table and grease  yourself with that
Vaseline. Or would you rather take it  dry?"
I hopped up on the table and crouched there, sobbing,  while I greased my
anus. Then I leaned over the table and stared straight into  Nicole's eyes
while Paul sodomized me. He took it slow, easing his cock into my  ass gently
until his balls bounced against my ass. It felt like I was being  split in
half by a big, soft wedge. He began to ream my asshole with long,  smooth
strokes. After a while my tears stopped and my whimpers of pain turned to
moans of pleasure. I turned and looked back over my shoulder. I caught his eye
and said, "Fuck me hard. Rape my asshole." He obliged. I reached back
between my  legs and played with my clit while he reamed me. I timed it just
right, reaching  orgasm a moment after he shot his load deep in my rectum.
When he was done he left us alone in the back room.  Nicole slapped me and
told me I was a dirty little cock-loving whore. She told  me she was going
to sell me to Paul for a dollar. "Then you can have all the  cock you want
you dirty little slut!"
I got down on my belly and licked her feet with I begged  her to forgive
me. She took me home and supervised while I took a long hot  shower. She made
me scrub with a laundry brush and brown soap.  It had nothing to do with
Paul's  ancestry. It was all about taking cock. She washed out my mouth with
brown soap  and gave me an enema.  Repeated both  twice. I felt like a little
girl being punished for using foul language. When  she was satisfied that
I'd washed away all traces of cock contamination she  suspended me by my
ankles and shoved a large vibrator into my ass. Then she  whipped me until I was
hoarse from screaming. Too hoarse to beg for  mercy.
I spent that night on my knees in the cellar, tied  securely to a metal
pole. I was tied so tight about all I could do was blink and  cry. I had a big
dildo in my cunt, another in my ass, and a third in my mouth.  It was the
worst night of my entire life! That was the last time I ever asked  for cock.
Nicole takes me to Paul once or twice a year for a dose of cock. The
aftermath is never pleasant but it's never been as bad as that first  time.
We've settled into a routine. Nicole goes to school and I  stay home and
take care of her. I enjoy pampering her, seeing the her every  need. As long
as she fucks me regularly and gives me the pain and humiliation I  crave I'll
be content. She's in her second year of a three year program so  things
won't change much in the near term.
Over the Christmas break we flew down to the islands and  spent two weeks
in the sun. I spent virtually the entire time nude, covered with  SPF 40
suntan oil. A european school girl, a cute redhead with a cute little  tits, was
fascinated with me. She was on vacation with her mother but mom was  more
interested in shopping than she was in spending time on the beach. Nicole
was amused and readily agreed to let the little bitch "borrow" me. Nicole came
 along to make sure she didn't hurt me. I mean she did hurt me with a
paddle but  Nicole made sure she didn't get too enthusiastic.
The redhead, whose name was Ariel, used a leather-covered  paddle on me,
turning my ass red without leaving welts. She paddled me until I  was sobbing
then she put me down on my back and straddled me in the classic  sixty-nine.
The little bitch was a virtuoso with her tongue and soon had me  begging
her to let me come. When she pushed her tight little cunt against my  mouth I
didn't hesitate. She tasted nice and I enjoyed eating her. I even spread
her tight little buttocks and licked her anus. It was a tight little rosebud
and  Ariel squealed with pleasure as I licked it, something I had refused to
do for  Nicole in the recent past. She let me get away with not doing her
but she didn't  let me get away with doing Ariel in front of her.
The paddling I got from Ariel was nothing compared to  what I got from
Nicole when we got back to our bungalow. She was in a towering  rage by the time
she locked the door behind us. I ran and hid in the bathroom.  She came in
and dragged me out into the bedroom and tied me to the bed.  Spreadeagled on
my back with two pillows under my butt. Then she shoved a big  dildo into
my mouth to muffle my screams. She used a narrow strap to whip me on  my
tits, on my belly, and between my legs. At one point she stopped and took the
dildo out of my mouth. "What do you want Justine?"
Sobbing, I blubbered, "I want to lick your asshole,  mistress.
Please!"
She pushed the dildo back into my mouth. "Later, cunt.  Much later." The
whipping continued until her arm was tired. Then it resumed.  When she finally
stopped I'd learned my lesson. When I asked permission to get a  glass of
water she hissed, "Go drink out of the toilet like the dirty little  animal
you are." I lapped water out of the toilet and then got my mouth washed  out
with soap. Then I licked her asshole while she sighed and moaned in
pleasure.
It's January now. Yesterday she took me out to western  Massachusetts  and
made me run nude in the freezing cold, wearing nothing but socks and
Reeboks. I ran for a mile on a country road while she followed in the  Lexus.
She's been talking about breath control.
The end .....