Date: Tue, 16 Nov 2004 04:16:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Susan Tesoro <susietreasure@yahoo.com>
Subject: Labor Day Lesbian Submission: Part 7

Labor Day Lesbian Submission: Part 7

By

Susie T. (susietreasure@yahoo.com)

(This story is not for minors or anyone offended by descriptions of
sexual exploration between adventurous women. All characters are ...
well,
you figure it out for yourself. Feedback is welcome, esp. from
like-minded gurls!)

Part 7

Even as I write this I have to stop to catch my breath, because writing
is a form of reliving, and reliving the intensity of my extraordinary
last evening with these diabolically beautiful tormentors is almost
unbearable -- unbearable because of their absence.

Somehow or other Gwen and Heather divined my essence and reached my core.
I'm ashamed of this, ashamed of having found out what I want and wanted,
and the only way I figure I can work through this is to write about it,
in every memorable detail. I hope it doesn't become tedious, so bear
with me.

I guess the other thing for readers to know is that you really have to be
in `the mood' to be turned on by what I'm about to describe, you have
to have that naughty horny feeling ahead of time.... At least that's what
happens to me. Otherwise it's all bland and boring and distant. Which it
certainly was NOT while I experienced it!

Anyway, to go on....

Heather was released and Gwen guided me over to the sofa where I was
permitted to kneel at her feet. Heather seemed visibly shaken -- not by
the physical pain of the lashings, but by the enormity of her unfulfilled
desire. Gwen gazed at her demurely while stroking my cheek.

"You can use a drink, honey," said Gwen. "In fact, I've got a nice
bottle of champagne for us, for a toast. Why don't you do the honors,
Heather?"

As her "pet" left for the kitchen I looked with keen lust at her
exquisite lithe sexy dancer's figure. Gwen unbound my arms but commanded
that I keep them behind my back as I knelt. Heather returned with a tray
holding 3 glasses of champagne filled to the brim and set the tray down
as she seated herself on the sofa beside Gwen. I know it sounds crazy,
but the dim candlelit room with its view of the tree-lined street seemed
very romantic.

I was permitted to take a glass and Gwen offered a toast.

"To my pet," she said, and we all clinked glasses and sipped. Then, "To
our beautiful new slut," and we drank again. And finally, "To an exciting
conclusion."

We drained our glasses and the alcohol quickly suffused me, warming my
body and smoothing the rough edges of my mind, taking the edge off my
fear of their unknown plans.


"And now for the piece de resistance," exclaimed Heather.

They turned me around on my knees so that my back was facing the sofa on
which they sat. Heather bound my wrists very tightly together and wound
the length of dangling cord around my braided hair, pulling my head
backwards as far as it could go, linking it to my wrists and fully
exposing my neck. It was literally impossible for me to move my head
forward even an inch.

They then guided me back towards the sofa so that the small of my back
rested against it and my elbows were supported by the cushion. My ankles
of course were already bound and my thighs were spread lewdly apart and
my entire body was arched upwards. It was physically uncomfortable, but
the discomfort was compensated for by my knowing how provocative,
pleasing and incredibly sexy I must have looked with my pert full
breasts, flat tummy and slender strong splayed legs, and of course my
sweet tender expectant willing cunt. The dildo in my ass continued to
fill and stretch my insides to add to my nearly uncontrollable sexual
tension.

"How does our whore feel now?" asked the forbidding Gwen.

"Wonderful, Mistress," I replied honestly.

"You think it's wonderful to be tied and stretched and spread to be
totally at my whim?" she continued.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Well, I hope you're ready for what's coming, slut because this is what
I had in mind the moment I poured your drink the other night."

Heather blindfolded me at this point and I shuddered with even more
apprehensive lustful expectancy.

"Open your mouth, please, bitch," ordered Gwen. "This is a crop," she
said, inserting the tip between my lips, "and I'd like you to suck on
it, to get it nice and wet."

"Have you ever felt the sting of a crop?" she asked.

I shook my head.

Her voice was sultry and low. "It's a wonderful tool -- it can really
make a statement."

She withdrew the crop's tip from my mouth and in a second it cut through
the air and landed on the inside of my right thigh.

"Oh my god, oh my god" I moaned. I tried to pull my thighs together but
an even more viciously stinging blow landed on the tender inner part of
my left thigh, and I screamed in pain.

"Keep those fucking legs open, bitch!" Gwen warned.

Because of the blindfold my anxiety was increased: I couldn't tell where
she would strike next. I felt a tapping on the anal plug and then a
flicking across my mouth before another swoosh landed on the underside of
my left breast. Again, I couldn't help but scream out.

Heather's hand was on my hair making sure my head and neck were arched
up and back as far as possible

.

And then Gwen struck me rapidly and unpredictably, on my outer thighs, my
flanks, my breasts, and I flinched and winced and squirmed and moaned,
and a sharp snap on my pussy forced me to cry out involuntarily.

"Oh, fuck, oh my god, oh, please, please....." I groaned.

The crop lashed my mouth next.

"Quiet, Susie, you're getting what you want aren't you, aren't you
getting just what you deserve?" said Gwen.

Then suddenly she struck my pussy again, and my pelvis twitched upwards,
but I bit my lip and remained silent as the pain spread over my pubic
mound and throughout my loins. She tapped quickly and lightly at times,
and then deliberately and very hard at others, all over me, barely
leaving me time to recover from one blow before she administered another.

I could smell Heather's arousal and I longed to lick her sweet burning
cunt as my own cunt and body burned. Gwen had paused, giving me time to
recover, to catch my breath, and then she started again, this time
focusing on my pussy. She tapped and smacked lightly and rhythmically and
my lips tingled and my pussy oozed with juice and a tremendous tension
started to build as the force of her strokes grew and I squirmed
violently into her blows just on the verge of finally, finally cumming
.... And I remembered my duty, and cried out for permission: "Please,
Mistress," I panted, "please may I cum, please do me, make me cum, I
can't take it, please Mistress...."

But it was not to be, at least not then. Gwen had brought me to the very
edge and quickly and wickedly she led me away: two unbelievably painful
strokes of the crop to my inner thighs stopped my climax in its tracks
and I screamed out as much in utter frustration as in pain.

"Oh fuck, shit, I can't take it, oh fuck you, you bitch, fuck you, you
fucking bitch, I need to cum, I need to cum now!" I yelled.

Gwen's lips were on mine and she muffled my complaints with a deep kiss,
small but welcome solace.

"You'll come only when I let you, my slut. Your cumming is entirely in
your Mistress's control," whispered Gwen. "Why don't you rest for a
while," she continued, lightly tracing her finger from my chin to my
pussy before she rose. "There's more to come."

There I lay, blindfolded, my heaving body stretched backwards from the
carpeted floor on which I knelt across the lip of the sofa. My feet were
bound together, my legs opened vulnerably wide. My hands were also tied
behind my arched back, and my hair was bound to my hands forcing my head
up and back I could occasionally feel the heels of my feet with my
buttocks when my pelvis recoiled in response to Gwen's vicious blows of
the crop, but generally Heather's hand kept a firm grip on my hair to
compel me to remain as arched upwards as possible. I could imagine no
more vulnerable position, and in this exquisite vulnerablity I found
sweet degraded comfort.

I was indeed Gwen's and Heather's bitch, slut, slave, whore, plaything,
pleasure-doll, cunt.... And now I wanted to kiss and lick Gwen's and
Heather's cunt and asses, as I had the first night, out of sheer
gratitude. I wanted them to cum so wildly and fully that they could never
forget their new sexual servant.


(to be concluded.....)