Date: Sat, 18 Dec 1999 09:19:57 EST
From: girl roesia <roesiagirl@hotmail.com>
Subject: Only as sharp as Her thorns/ 1

	Submissive little girl was right. An ivory pale girl draped in slave bells
is exactly what I had become. Maybe it was the jingle and tingle that always
reminded me of my submission, but more likely it was my Mistress's eyes.
	I made sure she woke each morning with a rose at her side, and the day
didn't begin until she brought the petals to her nose, those soft dark eyes
would close and take in the scent of the petals. Her head would fall back
down sleepily, tasting the pillow in her smile, it was almost as relaxed as
the half awake eyes, but a mischievous tone would always take over. She'd
extend the rose to my nostrils, making sure the stem's sharp thorns scraped
against my lips, intoxicated by its scent, by the mornings warmth, and by
Her jeweled eyes, I could easily lose myself. Mistress's tender fingers
affectionately dragged down my cheek. But as her blood began to flow with
her wakening body, Her dominance would quickly enter those fingers...and my
hair was forcefully being pulled. A slaves yelps echoed, muffled, as the
morning kiss and push out of bed would start our day.
	I was dressed as she saw fit, and often that was not dressed at all. It was
one rare day, as Mistress tossed the sheets back, playfully making sure they
landed over my face, that she snapped a quick order of, "Quick, up girl, you
need some clothes on these bones."
I was of course happy to help her dress, as I did every morning, but I
didn't understand the rush. My Mistress, the closet nudist, wanting to put
on clothes without her morning breakfast and slave between her legs seemed
oddly surprising. It was as I rolled out of the bed, bells annoyingly
tinkling with the clumsy steps of morning, that I realized she wanted me
clothed today.
	I fell to my knees, over dramatically playing with my Mistress, teasing
her, begging, pleading not to put clothes on me. I crawled to Her body and
engulfed Her in my arms, my face conveniently between her legs, sniffing
like a dog at her crotch. The whining got my breasts a sharp backhand, and
the sniff got my face a painful thrust of Mistress's hips. I bit my lip,
whimpering as I rubbed my swelling lip, and my eyes lingered up to
Mistress', smiling at Her beautiful reflective eyes. Her hand dropped down
as I settled on my heals, molding in this familiar position, and it rested
along my small curvy breast. Her fingers idly flicked and twisted and pulled
at my light hardened nipple. Blood swiftly circulated at the welcome abuse,
and my lips instinctively moaned. I received a strict and sharp hush. I
tried distracting myself...I would roll my neck along its shoulders,
pressing against Mistress's claiming collar, but my eyes drifted back to Her
morning task.
	I was still unsure exactly of what she was doing, but she dropped a pair of
plain cotton panties and thin strapped bra. She tugged a last time at my
breast, letting the flesh snap back against my chest, undulating for a
moment before settling, the nipple well reddened and puckered.
	"Mistress...?" my lips uttered, but it wasn't a mumble later that I was
completely dressed. Mistress handed me a list and told me to take care of
the tasks and told me she needed a day to herself. I was crushed! She gave
me a peck on the nose and slapped my ass gently, She was sighing contently,
curling back up into our warm bed, before I was even out the door.
	I was reading the list, walking down the street to my first stop. I spent a
long day, shopping and fetching the things my Mistress wanted: a new bath
robe, a couple candles, and She requested, nothing specified. The other
tasks were moreso for me. I was to eat lunch at our favorite restaurant, go
to the theatre and see a good movie, just take a day to myself. But there
was one last thing on the list, surrounded in stars, that I had to do before
coming home. I pulled the cellphone from my back and called my Mistress,
just as the list ordered.
	She answered, "Hey babe, hang on..." obviously expecting my call.

	"Okay, Mistress," it wasn't thirty seconds before she came back and started
a string of questions.

	"So, how was the movie, lunch? Did you get my robe, and those candles? Oh,
oh, and what book did you get me?"

	I answered her questions and offered my rebuttal, "And...what did Lovely do
today?" I said almost mockingly, I knew I'd have my ass tanned for that one
later.

	"Mmmmm, branded some girlies, had great sex with a lucious lusty blonde
haired blue eyed slut -mmm-, oh and can't forget conditioning my whips and
floggers and straps, strapped on your favorite toy and took a virgin or
two..." she trailed on until I interrupted.

	"Mistress!" was all it took to break her from rambling.

	"What, ya calling me a liar, girl?" was a sharp snappy reply.

	"Of course not, Mistress! this girl...she'd...well....never say
that.......did You finish off the triple chocolate fudge I hid in the back
of the freezer?"

	"Hell yea, that after a bag of popcorn and a movie, then I fell asleep on
the couch, amazingly eventful day, ya know? Just the kind I've been thinking
of...but it missed something." she said it almost endearingly, I couldn't
help but melt at her loving tone.

	"And that was....?" I asked as if I didn't have a clue what she was talking
about.

	"My girl, and a foot rub, and some good ole` Mistress worshipping." A grin
swept over my face and she told me to hang up the phone and get home as soon
as possible.

	"Yes, Mistress," was the submissive reply of this little girl before my
phone closed and dropped back into my bag. From then on I was walking full
double pace with a silly grin on my longing lips.

	It took five minutes for me to get home, I was completely out of breath. I
dropped the bags inside the door and found my Mistress, dropped to my knees
and kissed her toes.
She told me to stand and grab my ankles, a welcomed surprise. She left the
room, I was standing there with my bum up in the air, wiggling my ass
towards the doorway, grinning between my legs. She came back in, and with
her deep sultry chuckle patted my eager ass. The spanking I had hoped for
wasn't what I got. She was carrying the bag of items I had bought and
shifting through the bottom, looking for something.
	She dropped the bag to the floor and told me look straight ahead of myself.
A rush of cold air brushed over my soggy underwear, the running had
obviously excited me, almost as much as her teasing rendition over the
phone. The short skirt she had dressed me in that morning, she adored the
school girl look, was raised, flipped up resting over my back. The white
dress blouse pulled tight at my painful dangling breast, but Mistress's
fingers made me forget completely about that.
	Mistress had gathered my panties, pulled them tight against my large
swollen lips, painful constricting the blood flow into my labia. The crack
of my ass was exposed to the cool air, and she apparently noticed my chill,
leaning forward to let Her warm breath warm my cheeks. It didn't last long
though, She had something else to warm me....
	She almost giggled as She told me it was going to be my punishment that I
bought the wrong candles, that was just as she forced a rough ridged edge of
a long thick candle past my rosebud. I screamed out, a hand fell from my
ankles to support my shuttering body. She turned, backhanding my ass with
the full force and weight of her body, my eyes had dropped down to the
ground. It was her nails dragging back up along my thighs that caught my
attention, my eyes returning immediately ahead of me.
	Mistress worked my ass loose for awhile, letting the friction warm my ass,
blood flowing to the edge of my cheeks, heating the flesh with lust. Her
nails dragged down along my back, grasping at the nape of my neck. She
pulled me up by my hair, the penetrating candle shifted deep in my anus,
causing me to scream in pain and pleasure.
	She wrapped an arm around me, covering my lips with her hand. Her free hand
pulled the white cotton panties away from my body, having to peel them away
from the juices of my cunt. She was whispering into my ear how much she
loved my bald shaved cunny (It was a morning habit for Her to shave it for
me). I could only whimper as She pulled the panties away from my body and
again leave my body. I stood there, eyes straight forward and She soon
returned with the long satin tie of the robe I had just bought her.
	"Open your mouth slave," She confidently commanded and my jaw dropped. Lips
were filled with the panties, and I was gagged with my own sex. She pulled
the satin tie over my lips and behind my neck, securing the impromptu gag.
Each wrist was tied behind my back, bound together in fist. A thrust of the
candle forced me onto my knees and Mistress pressed her knee into my back.
My only support was the nubs of my shoulders as Mistress warmed her hands on
my ass, alternating cheeks with rhythmic slaps. She was talentedly sure to
pound the candle deeper into me.
	And then She was gone. I laid there, bound and impaled. She had taken the
book with Her. I laid there against the floor, savoring the moments of Her
touch. Thoughts raced as I realized she had planned out each and every
moment of tonight. I had been ambushed. Even the book was planned, She must
have needed something to keep Her occupied while I lay here in torture.
	I knew if I fell asleep I would be punished much worse than the gift I had
already been given, and it wouldn't be nearly as pleasurable...for me.
Hunger consumed my body and lust burned my thoughts. The torture overwhelmed
my mind and my body reeled in desire.
	When Mistress returned she pulled me torso up by the mane of my curls.
Still half dressed She pulled the rest of my clothes away from my body. It
was rough and strained my body (I'd clean the kitchen floors next week with
the three pieces left of this shirt made into a rag). Her fingers pulled at
my lips, coaxing the panties from my lips. She sniffed the scent still left
on the innocent underwear and then pulled the tie down also. My wrists
loosened a bit but not enough to move.
	I fell back down with a thud, breasts throbbing as they pressed to the
ground. She sat back on the bed and I listened to her munch on some fruit. I
licked my lips and begged "Please, Mistress..."

	"Please what my wanton brat?"

	"Please, Mistress, may this girl eat?" The next few minutes where
humiliating. She tossed grapes on the ground and smiled to herself as I
crawled about, nibbling on the fallen fruit.

	It continued until She took the satin tie, as a leash, and guided me to
bed. She laid herself back and yawned, finding the familiar taste of her
pillow. I knelt a the end of the bed and she cracked a single eye, grinning
with that impish grin that a Mistress could only show Her slave. She
relented and said almost reluctantly, covering Her excited tone,  "Okay ya
wanna-be-slut, you can lick me."
	She spread Herself open, but not enough for her devote slave to fit
between. I let myself fall forward slowly, kissing up between Her thighs,
spreading them further as I made my way to her labia. Just as the eager
puppy behavior I had displayed earlier that day, I licked and sniffed and
nuzzled into her outer labia. Her hand reached down and batted at my muzzle,
finding its way to the back of my neck, pressing me further into Her lips.
The swollen flesh spread easily with the leverage of my tongue, and the
taste filled my mouth with gourmet divinity. There was nothing else I could
have wanted to finish off my dinner.
	I slowly licked past the inner folds of Her pink lips, tracing the edge of
Her tightened hood. I let myself slip, and touch her clit.
	"GIRL!" she screamed, "You know better!" It was a rule that I couldn't
touch Mistress's clit without begging, but hey, I slipped! Before I knew it
I was bent over the edge of the bed and Mistress was stomping around our
comfortable bedroom. A strap crossed my thighs, CLAP CLAP, hitting both with
a single strike. I bit into the mattress, anticipating more of her force.
And it followed like clockwork. Each second a set smacks crossed each of my
thighs. The arch of my back deepened with each blow, toes curling with the
pleasure.
	The strap was flung back, hitting a wall. Mistress lead me by the painful
guide of the satin tie back up onto the bed and my arms were tied above my
head. She kissed my burning flesh, and Her tongue quickly dashed into my
lips, with intent. Blood rushed into my clit, throbbing with pleasure,
pounding almost in echoes against the walls and lips. Mistress's sneaking,
snaky tongue slithered through my slit, moistly pressing against the rim of
my ass, tracing the candle still lodged deep inside my rectum.
	She let a finger dip into my cunt, and She spoke for a moment, but all I
could make out was "I want to watch you cum my girl..."
	She brought me to the edge of orgasm many times, watching me struggle and
She knew the torture was building pressure inside me. Screams turns into
pleading until pleading wasn't good enough, "Beg girl, beg like the animal
I've trained you to be."
	And my lips screamed Her name, "Please Mistress! Ple, Plea, Please let Your
girl cum, release, PLEASE!"
	Her warm intimate laugh was followed with permission, and my body exploded
in orgasm. Releasing from a day of frustration as I already felt Her
crawling up my body. She playfully scratched behind my ear, "Awww, that's a
good little pet of mine..." were her last words of love before She slept
against her spent slave. I couldn't sleep that night. I laid there, watching
Mistress sleep with my arms still extended above my head. I was honored to
be a pillow to the one I worshipped, I decided I'd rest quietly, and wait
for those eyes to open the next morning.