Date: Mon, 7 Feb 2000 17:56:35 -0800 (PST)
From: Bi Angel <bi_angel123@yahoo.com>
Subject: MINE Chapter 1

MINE
A story by bi_angel
bi_angel123@yahoo.com
Not to be reproduced or distributed without the express, written
permission of the author.

DISCLAIMER: This story contains scenes of explicit sexual behaviour
between consenting adults. This material is not intended for readers
under the age of consent.

MINE

Your naked skin is slightly chilled in the
cool, air conditioned room, goosebumps marring your
perfect skin. The blindfold covering your eyes leaves
you in complete darkness, unaware of my
presence behind you. You have been in this position
for over a half hour now, but your
nervousness is only betrayed by the occassional
clenching of your fist. Your calm stance as you
wait in the middle of the room for me to arrive belies
the inner turmoil you are feeling.

I have opened the door very quietly, so as not to
alert you to my presence. I am watching you
silently, but I can see you are becoming aware of me,
your spine straightening slightly, a minute
tilt to your head, the fluttering of your fingers
against your thigh. I push off the doorframe I have
been resting on and walk into the room, deliberately
ignoring your presence. I walk around you,
my lips curving into a small smile as I see the
diamond hardness of your nipples. The slight
musky scent in the room emanates from you, betraying
your overwhelming desire.

I take a seat opposite you, relaxing back into the
softness of the armchair, luxuriating in the
beauty you are to me. From the first minute I saw you,
I knew you would be mine, body and soul.
You were so very sweet, so appealing in your little
shorts and tee, those tanned, rounded thighs
signalling me like a beacon. I use every opportunity
possible to brush myself up against those
firm, young breasts, desperate to know how they would
mold themselves to my palm, aching to
test the firmness of those dark shadowed nipples I
could glimpse under your tee. I still remember
the moment your eyes first locked onto mine, the
shooting awareness that went between us. The
feeling of certainty I had, a primal awareness of your
willingness to be mine. And you are mine,
just as much a part of me as my own heart. I could no
more let you go than I could stop
breathing.

I pour myself a drink from the chilled bottle you have
left on the side table, my favourite wine. I
raise my glass in a silent toast to you, a toast you
will never recognize. You, my angel, have
become the light in my life, the force which drives
me. Your perfect submissiveness, your
overwhelming desire to please, your desire to
subjugate yourself completely to my will, it is like
the very blood pumping through my heart. You have been
mine for a year now, and your
thorough training has paid off, to allow this night to
happen. This night, my pet, you will become
mine, body and soul. Your limits discarded, your
safewords forgotten, you will be mine, at your
own behest. I asked you, Are you sure? Do you realize
what you are asking for, my sweet? Your
eyes, those angel eyes of yours, looking up at me
solemnly, your body quivering with your
earnestness. Yes, Mistress, you breathed, and at that
moment, my whole world became complete.

And this will be it, the night you have requested.
Tonight will be for you, but it will make you
mine for the rest of our lives. I am impatient to
begin, but recognize the value in prolonging the
experience for you. You are positively electric with
energy, yet your stillness does not betray you.
I can feel the pull of your desire echoing my own,
your hard nipples provoking an answering
response in mine. I stand and slowly disrobe, hidden
from your gaze by the blindfold separating
you from me. Once naked, I slowly rub my hands across
myself, never taking my gaze from you,
tweaking my nipples slowly as I consider my course of
action. I open my bag and remove some
of my toys, arranging them close by, my heart beating
a little faster as I think of their purpose. I
slide my feet into my shoes, their four inch heels
giving me added height, and radiating authority.
I slide my arms into the cool silk of my robe, tying
the thin belt about my waist, smoothing the
crimson silk over my hips. I check my reflection in
the mirror, and give my hair a final brush,
before turning my attention to you.

"Are you ready, my pretty little slut?" I breathe into
your ear, my mouth scant inches from your
face. You nod slowly, your throat swallowing
convulsively. "Then tell me what you want," I
order, my soft tone banished.

"I want to be yours, Mistress," you reply, your voice
firm, "However you want me, I want to be
yours."

I reach out and grasp your right breast in my hand,
fingers sliding over to rest on your hard,
brown nipple. I pinch into the nubbed flesh, my
fingers tightening cruelly. Leading you by the
nipple, I return to my original position in the
armchair, pulling you to your knees as I sit. The
silken robe slithers off my thighs as I spread my
legs. Releasing my hold on your nipple, I guide
your face to the dripping juncture of my thighs,
wrapping my legs around your shoulders as I do.

"Lick me clean, slut" I order, pressing your face to
my wet, throbbing pussy. "And make sure you
do a thorough job," I remarked, almost casually, as if
I were directing you to clean the floors, as
if my clit was not already tightening in anticipation
of your soft, probing tongue.

Your face, that angelic face I love so much, presses
itself to my labia, your nose trying to ferret
into the depths, past my smooth outer lips. I feel
your fingers sliding past my thighs, slipping
through to hold my lips open. Having thus exposed me
to your attentions, you slide your cheeks
across my slippery flesh, astounding me with the depth
of feeling behind this simple action. A
mewling, purring sound comes from your throat as you
proceed to rub every inch of your face
against my open pussy, coating your face, chin, nose,
forehead, in my juices. I can feel the
dampness soaking into your blindfold, Your tongue
darts across me in rapid succession,
flickering lightly across my distended clit, bringing
me more to life than ever before. Sensing my
orgasm building deep within myself, I push you away
roughly, letting you sprawl awkwardly to
the floor at my feet.

I follow you down to the floor, straddling your naked
body, dragging my wetness up your torso,
letting my clit catch on the round swell of your
breast, the nipple teasing the hard bud of my clit.
I drag your arms upward to lay straight out from your
body, my knees clamping them into
position. I lower my cunt to your waiting mouth,
grinding fast and furiously against your face,
fucking your face with all my energy, heedless of your
cries of discomfort. Your tongue tries to
bury itself into my depths, but my frantic bucking
only serves to dislodge it time and again. I
reach behind me and grasp your nipples, my fingers
twisting them, harder and harder, as I get
closer to my peak. Your instictive cry of
pleasure/pain reverberates through my sex, sending
shockwaves through me, my orgasm coming fast and hard.
I feel your greedy mouth suckling me,
like a baby to a mother's breast, you derive your
sustenance from my milky juices.