Red wine, crimson lips

I sit on the barstool, a glass of red wine in front of me. Both is highly unusual for me. I normally don't go to bars, and i normally only drink in a social context.
But today I'm not normal. Nothing is. At lunchtime when i went to shop for groceries I've seen my boyfriend walking down a street, with another girl. Kissing, fondling. What an asshole. I phoned him and he just said that he's sorry, but it's over and that was it.
So I'm sitting here at the bar, the wine and the pain are making me dizzy and although I must wear quite a bad face there's already the second guy asking me if he can buy me a drink.
"No, you can't!" I'd like to add "piss off!" but I'm not drunk enough yet to be rude. I take another sip when I see her coming in through the front door. First, I don't pay her too much attention. But when I see she's looking at me, I take a closer look at her.

Note: this rp-thingy is planned for MissConfused and myself. Since we're both new at this and have no idea where it will lead us we'd appreciate to do it alone, at least until we're both comfy with it. Thank you for your understanding.

:-) What is she wearing?

lol, honestly i didn't think about that yet.
I do know however that i planned this roleplaying thingy for MissConfused and myself. However, i forgot to say so in the first post.
My apologies.

quietly waiting patiently for MC to continue mmmmmmm :-)

me too :)
not patiently, tho

I noticed as I walk into the bar there are a group of men, boys actually, swarming around a lady in red at the bar. It is not hard to notice the anger in her eyes. It is quite clear she is not here to meet a stranger.
I notice when there is not anger there is pain in her eyes. Why do beautiful people come to a bar, a public place, to find solace in alcohol. A normal looking person will purchase a bottle and take it to their apartment to suffer in silence. Beautiful people must show their pain in public.
As I stare into her eyes I notice something else; there is a glimpse of fear and desire.
I sit several stools away from her at the bar to observe her. Her red dress flatters her figure. She has a long arching back that glides into a beautiful round bottom. Below her short red skirt I notice a pair of long beautiful legs stretching into a beautiful pair of black heels. Her breasts are small but round and firm. Her face is sculpted as if she were a model for a cosmetic firm.
I know she is not my type of woman but something about her intrigues me. I am a powerful mistress so I know no fear. I pick up my drink and move onto the stool next to her. I must meet her.

Damn, why did i come here? I should just have gone home after work, get me a bottle of Chianti on the way. And why did have to go to this meeting today, having to dress up for the occasion? I feel so out of place in my skirt and the top. I feel like everybody is staring at me.

And why does she stare at me? There's plenty of guys here, and she could have them all with a snap of her fingers. Maybe she's a lesbian, but i'm not eager to be hit upon by a lesbian. Although i must admit she's a very beautiful woman. About my height, maybe a little taller, a couple of kilos heavier. And i guess she's going to the gym regularly, at least she looks like it. The chestnut locks falling to her shoulder match her green eyes and her pale complexion.
The deux pièces and the pumps, along with the rather conservative stockings lead me to the conclusion that she's probably working in one of the nearby banks. Maybe middle management in private banking?
What i notice most, tho, is that air of confidence around her. She seems to be fully aware of the looks following her, as if she's basking in the attention, expecting it even.

When she gets up from her stool and moves over to the seat next to mine i decide it's time to leave. I don't feel like talking to some dyke on the prowl. For the time being i'm done with other people. I have no urge to talk at all. I just want to go home, soak in a hot bath, get drunk and fall into bed hoping that sleep will find me...
I open the purse and take out a bill. When i place it on the bar and get ready to leave, i feel her hand on my bare arm.
"Sit down, honey! Please."
"What the he..." i stop in midsentence when i look at her. Although her words asked me to sit down, her eyes tell me a different story. They tell me that i have no other choice but to sit down. That she knows sitting there beside her, listening to her is what my subconsciousness wants to do right now. And although my brain is screaming that i should get out of here, and better make it now, my legs have a mind of their own and i find myself perched on the barstool again.

"A mineral for the young lady and a champagne for me" she tells the bartender, and turning towards me "you know, sweety, alcohol wont solve your problems. And it won't make them go away either."

I still see the anger in her eyes, but now it has turned to fear.
Once she settles back into her seat and looks at me I now she has relaxed just a touch and is starting to feel an attraction towards not me but towards me power and demeanor.

The bartender serves our drinks and I notice he is a little slow to walk away. I take a sip of my champagne and notice she is not touching hers. Perhaps her need for wine has not yet subsided. I pick up her glass and take a sip leaving a red mark on the glass from my lipstick. I hand the glass back to her, the side with the lipstick is pointing towards her. She drinks but she deliberately drinks from the side with my red marks on it. She has given her first indication of wanting to serve me.

I take another sip of my champagne and place my hand upon her knee. Immediately her hand is upon mine weakly attempting to pull it loose. She protests for just a second and then her hand strokes the back of my arm. She removes her hand and turns back to face the bar as if she were trying to ignore me. With an evil look in my eye I push my glass of champagne towards her indicating she should enjoy a drink. While I am pushing the glass towards her I also slide my hand a little further up her leg.

She quickly finishes my glass of champagne and I remove my hand and wave to the bartender for two glasses of the sparkly wine. For some reason he has delivered our drinks almost immediately.

I pick up my glass as does she but she continues to stare straight ahead and not at me. None the less she doesn’t protest this time when I return my hand to her leg. I enjoy gently stroking her smooth soft skin. A few times I come close to striking her wet golden treasure but I stop short. There will be time for that later.

Finally she turns her face to stare at me. There is not love or lust in her face but rather she glows of surrender. I finally become aware of our surroundings and notice that the little boys who were swarming on her have now gathered around and are watching us intently. It is time to go, I turn to ask the bartender for our bill but he is also standing there watching us. When I ask him once again for our bill he waves me off and declares our tab is gratis.

With my new conquest on my arm we leave the bar.

The moment we leave the bar, i get sobered by the chilly wind. I find myself arm in arm with a beautiful woman. What the hell was i thinking? What happened to me? I was determined to leave the bar when the woman approached me and suddenly i find myself being fingered by her publicly, a group of leering guys around us.
I free my arm from hers and confront her. "What's wrong with you? How dare you touching me up? And who are you anyway?" i shout at her.
She looks at me calmly. "You're wet, right?"
Oh my god. I didn't realize before. But she's right. I sure am. My friggin' pussy has betrayed me, yet again. My embarassment must be all over my face, for she smiles broadly now. "I know what you want, honey. And I can give it to you. Don't be afraid. You will enjoy it, and you will be free, possibly for the first time in your life."
Umm, i'm taken aback. What do i want? And why would she know something i don't even know myself?
On the other hand, she was right with me being wet. Although wet is the wrong word. Slopping fits better.
Curiousity has killed many cats, and i'm no exception to the rule. I let her take my hand and walk the few meters to the curb, where she hails a cab.
"By the way, my name is Zoe."

Immediately after we get into the cab I give the driver directions. Zoe places her left hand inside my leg. She then pulls herself around so we are face to face and begins kissing me. While her hand runs up and down my leg I clasp her face in my hands. GOD her face is burning. She is an inferno! I feel heat begin in my breasts and burn up through my neck and into my face. Surely my face is glowing hotter than hers.
The driver pulls to the curb and tells us we are there. I wonder how much he enjoyed the show. I am in a rush so I throw the driver two $20 bills for a $22 fare and quickly jump out of the cab pulling Zoe close behind me.
We speed through the lobby of the apartment building and luckily catch an elevator immediately.
I force her into the corner of the lift and begin kissing her again. Oh how I love the taste of her mouth! It is twenty four flights to my apartment. Once again I wonder if the security guard is monitoring the camera and enjoying the show. I envision him stroking himself to the display we are putting on.
Finally we arrive at my apartment. I grab her by the hair on each side of her face and force her to her knees directly in front of me.
Surprisingly she drops to this submissive position without any hesitation. I look deep into her eyes and with a demanding voice I command her to please me in any method I wish.

In the cab I find myself flung at the lady. I still don’t even know her name, don’t know if she deliberately doesn’t tell me or if she just doesn’t think of telling me hers. However I do know that her mouth tastes great and her hand sliding up my leg feels good. I still don’t know what made me get into the cab with her, though. I realize it’s very easy to „go with the flow“, to just let things happen, and Im possibly drunk enough not to care where the flow leads me. I glance at the rearview mirror once and see the driver staring at me.
In the elevator she presses me roughly into a corner. „You’ll be mine, Zoe!“ she whispers in my ear. „Mine alone!“
She leads me to her apartment and as soon as the door is locked she grabs me by my hair and pulls me down, until I’m kneeling in front of her.
„You’ll serve me in any way I want, girl. Because that’s what you want.“
Oh my god, what have I gotten myself into? Do I really want to kneel in front of her? And what could she mean with serving her in every way she wants? I have no idea what girls do with each other, apart from fondling each other and maybe eating each other’s pussies. I should get up, walk to the door and leave. Leave her behind for the rest of my life, that woman who kinda abducted me, forces me to do things I never wanted to do. That would be the sensible thing to do. Instead I find myself looking up at her and hear myself whisper „yes, Ma’am, I would love to serve you.“
She unzips her skirt and lets it fall to her feet. The white silk panties are moist, wet even. I stare directly at her lips pressing at the thin fabric. She grabs my hair again and pulls me towards her. I push the panty to one side and my tongue immediately slides between her folds, searching for her clit. I play with it and hear her moaning louder and louder. She starts to move backward und forward, up and down, pressing my face ever harder onto her pussy, literally fucking herself on my face. Then I take one hand from her hips to play with myself. She stops her motions for a second to hiss at me: „You don’t touch yourself without my permission, slut. You’re here to please ME!“
For a second I think about her calling me a slut. But I guess she’s right, a girl who’s kneeling in front of a woman and whose face is used by that woman to fuck herself on is probably indeed a slut. And by now I’m also fully aware that my own pussy is slopping wet, my panties are soaked through.
So yes, I guess she is right. I am indeed a slut. Her slut.

GOD! This girl’s mouth is fantastic! Why doesn’t anyone own this slave…
I have to regain control of myself. I think my knees will buckle and I will collapse to the floor.
I want to keep her at my feet but I don’t know how much longer I can control myself!
“Come slave” I command as I grab her by the hair. I gruffly pull her, I want her to crawl over to the divan on her hands and knees. I place her in front of me again while I strip off my panties.
I order her to drop her dress and remove her bra then I sit on the divan with my open legs facing her. I grab her by the hair again, a bit too rough this time as she cries out in pain, and pull her face back into my dripping wet pussy.
I am always amazed at how fast she responds to my command to lick my pussy.
As I start to cum this time I dig my nails into her shoulders and pull her closer. I know I am hurting her as I hear her sobs of pain when I dig my nails further into her flesh.
GOD!!!!!!! I feel my juices running between my legs as finally I cum. I release my slave from my grip and lean my head back while she falls to the floor and begins to cry.
I HATE CRYING! I will punish her for that.

As I lay sobbing on the ground, I finally get to my senses. I look at her on the sofa, her eyes closed, enjoying that moment after a good orgasm the french call „petit mort“ or something like that. And I realize she doesn't give a damn about me. I was just some sort of fucktoy for her, like a vibrator you use and then put away again. She never even bothered to tell me her name, the bitch. I sure don't need that. With tears running down my cheeks and still sobbing I start to get into my skirt, put on the top but don't bother with the heels.
Then I head for the door. She finally opens her eyes to look at me. „Fuck you. If you think I'm your fucktoy, you're wrong. I'm out of here, I don't need no friggin' dyke abusing me. I thought you cared at least little bit for me, but I was wrong“ i hiss at her.
I find the door locked, but at the key is in the keyhole. I'm out in a second, while she is getting into her clothes. Then I head for the elevator, luckily it is still there.

She is a tigress and not the little puppy I expected. I thought she would lay whimpering on the floor until I finally tired of her and told her to leave.
I did not expect her to jump to her feet and damn me as she ran out the door. I must know more about her. Anyone can tame a puppy but I quickly grow tired of their easy submission.
A tigress on the other hand is a prize all mistresses seek. To tame a tigress is as difficult as taming the wild animal their name refers to.
I grab a collar and leash and run out of the door after her. She is stepping into the lift when I call out her name. My god! There is fire shouting from her eyes as I approach her. She is clearly damning me to hell with every blink of her eyes.
I start to reach for her hair again, this time to stroke it, but she has had enough of my dragging her by her hair and slaps my hand away.
I show her the collar and leash I have in my other hand. It seems to puzzle her as if she were asking if I were crazy. I reach to stroke her hair again, this time there is no resistance.
The elevator door is open and she is about to step in and leave. I know if I am to have any chance possessing her I must take a large risk. I reach up and put the collar around her neck. I expect her to leap in the elevator at any second and leave but I must know if she is willing to serve a mistress.
Once I have the collar and leash on her I start to pull her towards my apartment. Pulling is not necessary as she is walking besides me, even slightly ahead of me.
I approach the divan again and sit down. I pat the cushion next to me and Zoe also sits down. Actually she lies down in a cat like position and places her head on my lap.
I begin once again to stroke her beautiful hair. I wonder why any man would have left such a sensual creature.
After a length of time she begins to get up again to leave. I tell her to stay as she heads for the door. One thing I notice as she begins out the door is that she has not removed her collar, I am hoping that is a good sign.
I finally convince her it is too dangerous to be walking the streets alone looking for a taxi. I fetch a pillow and blanket which she accepts and makes her bed on the divan.
I must taste her luscious mouth one more time. I lean over and give her a kiss goodnight then I retreat to my room to shower and sleep.

I'm lying on the sofa in the dark. My mind is doing somersaults. When she caught up with me at the lift she was all tender and nice, caressing my hair and talking to me in a soothing manner. At last she told me that her name is Charon. Then she showed me the leash. First i didn't get what it was but when i got it i was immediately intrigued. Then she tenderly put the collar around my neck. I jumped a bit, but then it felt kinda reassuring. I'm not alone after all, there's someone who wants me, cares for me. She probably was just carried away earlier.
She seems to care about me after all, and she's right: Going out in a short skirt and top at this time of day is not the smartest thing to do for a girl.
I listen intently, but can't hear any sound from her bedroom. I think about my crazy day. How i was hurt when i saw my bf with that chick, how i was overwhelmed by the presence of Charon in the bar and the cab. And then i remember the lust and arousal i felt when i sucked her, smelled her sex and tasted her sweet juice. My hand goes down between my legs and starts to play with my clit. It doesn't take me long to cum. I still can't sleep and finally i get up and tiptoe over to the bedroom door. I open it a crack and listen to Charon's regular breathing for a long time. Then i walk to the large bed and slide in under the covers. She awakens enough to turn in her half sleep and to drape an arm over my hip, her hand cupping my breast.
„I knew you would come, sweetheart. You shouldn't be alone, a girl like you should never sleep alone.“ Her lips are caressing my neck, her full breasts brush against my back and her hand wanders down my belly to my pussy. She plays with my pussy for some time and then she suddenly stops and leaves the bed. She gets back and attaches a leash to the collar, which I had completely forgotten i was still wearing. The leash she then ties to the bed. Then she turns me on my belly and cuffs my wrists, locking them together.
„You'll see, being tied up will set you free.“

This tigress is turning into quite a treasure. I thought I would lose her after the way I mounted her face. God that seemed to upset her. I enjoyed it too much. Maybe one day in the future I will do it again, that is if we have a future. She is so unsure of herself I am not sure she will still be here in the morning.
WHAT is happening! I am sound asleep and suddenly there is my tigress. Perhaps I should call her my little kitten. Come little kitten let us curl up together. I roll over and embrace her in a gentle lover’s fashion. Little does she realize these tender moments must be earned. She is my slave and not my lover.
But her warm erotic body nestled next to me starts my juices to flow again. DAMN I wanted to sleep but now I want something else much more.
I think she needs to be mounted. Her boyfriend dumped her for a slut, perhaps she misses a strong hard cock throbbing inside her.
I go to my closet to retrieve a few “toys.” When I return I attach her leash to the headboard and then I put wrist cuffs on her and attach them to the leash.
Her lovely body stretched in front of me arouses me to my limits. I am so temped to roll her on her back and mount her face again. That upset her so last time that I quickly put that thought out of my mind though the desire remains in my pussy.
I don’t know if she saw the toys I brought back from the closet. I slip into the strapon. After her rough evening I decide to go easy and have chosen one of the medium size dildoes for the strapon. I do not want to hurt her, but who knows what will occur in the future?
First I gently rub the paddle I have across her bottom. She tenses and her head tries to pull up, her feet curl up as if in fear.
I whisper to her that she will enjoy this pain. I encourage her to forget her fears and enjoy what is about to happen.
The first slap of the paddle is gentle although she cries out. I know it is fear that caused her to scream and not pain. My stroke was very gentle.
On the second stroke she does not cry out. I increase the severity of the strokes until finally on the eighth stroke she cries out in pain once again. I know this time she is sincerely crying out of pain.
I rub her crimson bottom with my hand, then I bend down and gently kiss her red cheeks for I know what is next. This is one of the very few times I wish I were a man with a giant cock but my strapon will have to suffice.
I pull her onto her knees. Her face and arms are bound to the bed so that all she is able to raise is her hips. I kneel between her legs.
I remember what happened earlier when I let my lust run rampant so I now I act as a gentle lover would. I stroke her wet pussy gently. God she is so wet. Her thighs are wet with her juices. Gently I place a finger into her. I want to see how she responds, she only moans. I continue to probe her with increased intensity deeper and deeper.
I lean forward and whisper in her ear “do you want me to fuck you?” With a growl more than an answer she responds. I straighten up in my position behind her and slowly start to slide the dildo deep into her saturated pussy.
I believe she must enjoy the feeling as she is pushing her hips harder and harder against me. I thrust hard and she arches her back as a cat would. It appears she is trying to swallow the dildo deeper and deeper with each action.
FINALLY she screams lightly and collapses. I pull the dildo out of her and remove the strapon from myself. Exhausted I roll her over onto her back, her arms still attached to the leash, and I climb on top of her. She attacks my mouth with hers once again. Oh how I love her mouth! After a short while I notice I am drifting off to a contented and exhaustive sleep. I release her from her bonds and command her to sleep on the edge of the bed but DO NOT disturb me again!
She does as commanded and curls up on the edge of the bed as I finally fall asleep. It is three-forty in the morning.
The next morning I wake and am feeling fantastic. My tigress wakes up and walks to the bathroom. I notice she is walking gingerly. Perhaps the spanking or the strapon were too rough on her.
I have other things to do so it is once again time to test my tigress. When she comes out of the bathroom she is dressed and apparently ready to leave.
I walk her to the door where we stand in a long passionate embrace. I pull away and tell her I want her to discover the significance of my name. I explain it is a masculine name but it explains my purpose. I also instruct her to return Saturday morning promptly at ten a.m. She sets her watch to the clock on the hallway and leaves.
As she leaves I feel a deep yearning for her. I pray she will return but now my test is here. Did I manage to convince her to be my slave. I will have to wait for Saturday morning and see if she returns.

Walking to the nearest subway station I once again get reminded of the tenderness of my pussy and butt. The cool air helps to soothe them, though. Somewhen during that crazy night I lost track about the whereabouts of my panties. Well, there's worse than going commando.
I think back to that moment when she spanked my bottom. It hurt, and she took me by surprise. I know if she hadn't tied me to the bed I would have run for the second time. But all in all it was not a bad experience. It made me concentrate, took everything else off my mind. I was kinda floating, expecting and bracing myself for the next blow.
I didn't know what she meant when she asked about her fucking me. She's a woman, right? Women don't fuck other women, now do they? But boy, was I wrong. Fuck me was exactly what she did, and fuck me hard too. It was strange, to be fucked by a woman, but it also was great, I usually don't cum that easy. But I was definitely glad she didn't use my back door like i was afraid she would.

But does she expect me to come knocking at her door next Saturday? If she really considers that she must be either nuts or even much more convinced of herself than i thought.
I'm late for work, real late, but my boss is away so that's no problem, I'll just stay longer. When I finally get home, I just eat something and go to bed early. All day my mind kept going back to last night. Visions of Charon, standing over me, a dildo jutting out of her crotch or approaching me with a collar and a leash kept floating thru my head. And during the night I wake up twice, after dreaming of being used by an giant woman who handles me as if I'm just a puppet. And twice I find myself moist, if not wet even. I don't need no master in psychology to come to a conclusion about those dreams.

The following two days the night with her is taken off my mind a bit because i'm very busy at work. Friday night I go out with my best friend Nicole. When she asks about my boyfriend I realize that I almost never thought about him since the moment Charon entered the bar.
And I'm even more amazed that I don't give a damn about him anymore. So I tell her what happened and then it's her turn to be amazed.
"What? Wait a second! He split up with you and all you have to say is 'he dumped me for another girl and good riddance'? You don't look like you've been dumped, honey. You actually look great, really happy."
"Huh? Really?"
"Yes, really. And now you tell me what's going on with you."
I hesitate, but she keeps pushing me until I finally tell her everything. At first she's shocked. "And how do you feel? Will you go to her place?"
"Of course not. I'm not a dyke, nor am I a slut." Nicole looks at me for a long time, taking a sip of her wine.
"You know, I haven't seen you looking so happy and content as now for a long time. Are you sure it isn't because of that night with Charon?"
She's right. I'm feeling easy, happy even. And if it weren't for that night with Charon I haven't the slightest idea what else could be the reason.
"Sweetheart, do yourself a favour. Think about your decision again. I've got the impression you've found something that night you didn't even know you were missing."
"Yeah, right, and what would that be? Being seduced and abused by a lesbian?"
"Maybe, dunno. Maybe it's that you like to give up control? You're controlling all of your life. You'll be stepping up the career ladder pretty fast, now that you finished studies and started to work, we both know that. Maybe you just need a part of your life where you can give up control? Promise me you'll think about your decision. I want to see you happy. I really do."
On the way home I keep thinking about her words. And that night in bed, I find myself fingering my pussy, fantasizing about being tied to the bed again, watching Charon strap that dildo to her crotch.
At 7 am the phone rings. It's Nicole. "I just wanted to make sure you're not late in case you decided to go. Do you go to her place?"
"Honestly, I don't know yet."
"Keep me informed, willya? Have a wonderful day, whatever you're going to do."
I get up and have a coffee, walking arond my apartment naked. In the bathroom I look at myself.
Nicole was right. I look quite content. I take a bath and shave my legs. Then, without really thinking about it I climb out to get a scissor and start cutting my pubic hair. Five minutes later my mound is completely hairless and nicely lotioned.
I'm not much of a makeup-person, so I stick with eyeliner, mascara and lipstick. And suddenly I realize that I'm getting prepared to go meet Charon. Now what would she want me to wear? Sexy, I guess. I pick a cute black dress with broad shoulder straps. It should be short enough, the hem of the dress is well above the middle of my thighs. Panty? No panty? I decide for the skimpiest I have, a translucent red lace thong. No bra, but stay ups, due to the temperature outside. Finally I step into heels and don a light coat.
Then I head out, still very early. Damn, didn't she say something about her name? I remember that it was some semigod or just some other bloke in greek mythology. Yes, it was the ferryman who brought the dead to Hades across the river Styx.
When I reach her block, I'm half an hour early. By now I'm nervous as hell. In a Bar nearby I have a mineral water. Finally it's time to go. At exactly 9:58 am the lift opens on her floor. How should I present myself? I just keep standing there, head slightly bowed, coat open, and when the minute hand reaches 10, i ring the bell.

ooc i really can't wait to see what happens next.

kitten

I am surprised and giddy at the same time. It is ten o’clock and she is here right on schedule. It is clear she is willing to take serve.
I open the door and tell her she can not enter until she explains the meaning of my name. She knows and yet she is here! How much will she bear before she bolts again?
I am just out of the shower and I have a busy Saturday planned. I instruct Zoe to remove all of her clothes. I am pleasantly surprised to see she has shaved. Perhaps I should reward her for that.

I instruct her to slide on a pair of hot-pink thigh highs I have for her. At first I thought about buying her powder white hose. They definitely would have gone with her smooth tan legs better than the hot-pink, but I want to remind her she is my slave and will do as I please.
She slides on the hose and then steps into a pair of red heels I have for her. I guessed correctly about the size. I must have noticed more about her the other night than I realized.
I then wrap a fur lined leather restraining belt around her waist. I put on a padlock in the back. She is not going to remove the belt without my permission. The belt has restraining rings all around the waist. I cuff her left wrist and lock it to the belt. I leave approximately six inches of play in the cuff as she will need it for what I have planned. Damn! I notice she is as tall as me when she is in her heels and I am in slippers. I go to my room and put on a pair of hose and heels. I do not want her to feel she is over me in any manner.
I explain to her that the weekend is my time to relax. I further explain I hate to clean my apartment. She is to clean my apartment while I enjoy my coffee and do my shopping.
I further explain she is a servant and I do not want her disturbing me. She is not to talk unless I speak to her first.

Zoe has a bewildered look on her face. I think she expected other punishment.
I grab a cup of coffee and the morning paper and curl up on the divan while Zoe clumsily looks around the apartment deciding what she should do.
She and I both realize she can not bolt out of the door again. There is no way she can get her dress over her binds. So she eventually begins to clean.
After I have finished my coffee and paper it is time to do my shopping.
I tell Zoe I will be back in a few hours and I expect the apartment to be clean when I return.

After three hours I return and place all of my packages on the table. I call Zoe over to me. I cuff her other wrist to the belt and order her to sit down on one of the stools next to the kitchen counter. With both hands cuffed she is having a difficult time but she finally manages to pull herself onto the stool.
It is lunchtime, I pull my purchases out of one of the bags. I have purchased wine and meats and cheese and small breads for our lunch. She smiles and I tell her it is okay to speak now.
As I turn to the cupboard to get plates I notice the windows have been cleaned! Granted my apartment does not face the street but it does face the back of the building next door. Did she give some of my neighbors a peep-show?
I unwrap our goodies and open the wine. When I toss the trash into the can I noticed it has been emptied! The trash chute is down the hallway half the distance to the elevator. Did she walk naked and bound down the hallway to throw away the trash? Did anyone see her?

As I get over my ponderings I place two plates and two glasses before us. I pretend to be the perfect hostess and serve lunch to us both. She asks how is she going to eat with her wrists bound? With a soft look in my eyes (I have to stop having gentle emotions for Zoe, she is my slave not my lover) I place meat and cheese on a small slice of bread and feed it to her. She has no hesitation accepting the food. In between bites we talk of things. She starts to explain about her boyfriend but I stop her. He is a fool and I want to hear anything of him, so we talk about other trivial things.

After several of the small sandwiches I ask if she is thirsty “yes” she replies. I attempt to give her a drink of her wine but it is difficult to do and some wine dribbles down her chin and breast. I grab a linen and dab up the wine. This is too pleasant!
We continue to eat and chat and continue to spill wine down her front.
Enough I decide as the wine spills down her front again. I bend over and with my tongue I catch the spilt wine. Slowly I trace the path of wine up her breast and follow her chin until my tongue is finally at her lips. She opens her mouth and gently lets my tongue slide into her mouth. This happens two more times until I decide I am tired of this game.

The next time she spills the wine I follow it down to her navel where I tickle her with my tongue. This time instead of following the path of wine up to her mouth I slide my tongue downwards. I have been noticing her bald mound all morning and now it is time to go explore it.
I pull her hips forward on the stool which causes her to panic. Her hands are bound and she is sitting on a small stool. She is afraid of falling to the ground. But she does manage to regain her balance. I spread her legs apart and slide my face down to her wet lips. Her pussy tastes as delicious as her mouth. I dive my tongue deeply into her. Then I find her clit and begin to suckle and bite it. This seems to be too much for her as she begins to moan and scream. I HAVE to stop this! She is my slave and not my lover!

I help her off the stool and lead her to my bedroom. I need to remind her and myself that she is a slave. I have something planned that will clear up any misconceptions about our relationship.

Ummm, I'm a surprised, to say the least. When she tells me to strip I expect her to be all over me, with that dildo-thingy or whatever. But no, she has me put on those awful pink hose. Yuck. At least we're indoors and nobody sees me.
And then she tells me to clean her apartment, with one hand locked to that belt. Great, did I mention that I have my own apartment to take care of? That woman is weird. First it's all sex and now she says I'm her servant. But there's not much to do about it, running away in pink stockings and a hand tied to a belt id out of the question. And I don't wanna run away, I want to stay here, with here. Even if I am not really sure why I'm here.
Well, I guess I'm here because I want to be here, because I'm intrigued by her and because I think Nicole was right: I do crave to be controlled, to be told what to do.
She sits down, sips a coffee and reads the paper. I'm aware that she's looking at me from time to time. I start cleaning the kitchen. Having only one hand free isn't much of a help to do householding chores. Everytime i want to do something with my left hand I'm reminded of my situation. At although I'm a bit humiliated, to clean her apartment in ridiculous stockings, heels and one hand restrained, it also feels good. Kinda secure.
Then she leaves. After having cleaned most of the apartment I clean the windows. A neighbour spots me and keeps looking this way, but he's quite far away and I'm not too worried about him staring at my tits. I'm gradually getting aware of the fact that cleaning Charons apartment actually is quite a satisfying task. I want her to be content with me, it's getting more and more important that she's pleased with my efforts.
Finally I carry the trash bag to the chute. I check the hallway, hurry to the chute and just when I return to the door another door is opened. Dunno if somebody saw me. However, I feel myself blush at the thought that somebody did.
Then she returns, and the first thing she does is to tie my right hand to the belt too. Perked on that high stool she feeds me, which is a bit humiliating, but very sexy at the same time. Then I spill some whine and before I know what happened, she is between my legs, eating my pussy. It feels so good, I'm screaming from pleasure in no time. But then she suddenly stops, as if she has gone too far, and leads me to the bedroom.
I'm extremely aroused and dripping wet, but also a bit afraid of what's to come.
I hesitate at the door, and when she turns around, I beg her: "Please, Mistress Charon, be gentle with me. Please?" Then I let myself fall to my knees, head bowed. "I'll do anything for you, but please don't hurt me too much."

Don’t hurt her too much? That is an interesting request.
It is time for another test. I need to know how much she will endure and how much she will trust me. In the future her training will be less painful and more enjoyable but I need to know now if she will stay.

I command her to her feet and lead her to my bed. I order her to face the bed while I cuff her ankles and knees together. I also place the collar and leash around her neck and secure the leash to the back of the belt. She is well secured. Excitedly I remove my clothes in anticipation of what I am about to do to Zoe.

I offer her one last chance to escape. I grab my paddle and rub it gently against her bottom. “Do you want to stop or continue” I ask her. She says to continue. I don’t warn her how much this will hurt!

The first swat whistles through the air and strikes her perfect bottom with a hard slap. I don’t tell her but I will let the spanking stop any time she asks. She lets out a scream and dances in pain as if trying to reposition herself but I grab her by the belt and hold her in place. The second slap is much harder than the first and she screams harder. The third and fourth slap are equally hard. She screams in pain but never asks me to stop. She does beg me to spank her easier and with that request I bring the paddle even faster against her bottom. By the time we reach the eleventh swat she starts to cry. She cries harder on the twelfth swat and starts to shake in pain. The thirteenth swat is the hardest of all. She is crying uncontrollably now and is shaking in pain. I let up the intensity on the fourteenth slap but she is in such pain any slap screams through her body. I am done with the paddle.
I turn her around and push Zoe onto the bed. She lands flat on her back crying and sobbing hard.

I climb onto her face shoving my pussy hard against her mouth. I know she will have trouble breathing in between her crying and sobbing. She tries to kick loose with her hands and feet but she is trapped. She struggles hard as I smother her more and more.
I have no doubt that terror is control of her. After what seems to be forever she stops struggling. Her body spasms for air. I slowly let up on her face. For a moment I am afraid she has passed out.
I climb off of her and grab the belt to pull all of her body onto the bed. I role her onto her belly and with another strap I secure her ankles to the waist belt. She is trapped in a hogtied position and is crying hard.
I leave the room.

Almost an hour later I return to release all of her bonds. God I think I spanked her too hard as bruises are already appearing on her bottom. She just lays on the bed quietly.
I tell her to go draw me a hot bubble bath and instruct her to kneel before it so that she may bathe me.
I go to the living room to wait and see if I will hear water running or the slamming of the front door. I hear nothing for a long time. Finally I hear water running.

She comes to the front room to tell me my bath is ready.
I wonder if she will kneel before the bath as I instructed or possibly climb into the bath with me. At this point I am not sure which I want.

Once my ankles and my knees are tied i know that it will hurt. I dunno how i know, i just sense that she will hurt me. I have no idea why she wants to do that. But by now i'm determined to show her and myself that i want to be here. When i feel the paddle on my butt i wanna look, but she tells me to look straight ahead. Then she asks me if she should stop or continue.
Oh my! Is this some kinda test? What if i say „stop“? Will she throw me out? Would that be the end of it all? But i don't want it to end, i want this to be a beginning. Or is it a test about how much i can stand, how determined i am? My answer is barely audible.
I try to brace myself, but there is nothing that prepares me for what's to follow. The pain is excrutiating. I beg her to go easy, but my begging seems to enfuriate her even more. My howls and screams must be audible in the whole building, my butt is on fire and tears run down my cheaks.
„Please, Mistress, it hurts too much, don't hit me that hard, please“ i'm begging her. But to no avail. I'm all pain, nothing else is left. I'm sobbing now. I only realize the slapping has stopped when she pushes me onto the bed, on my back. I try to resist when she sits on my face, burying it in her pussy, grinding her crotch over me. I try to lick, but then i can't breath and i buckle under her. After what seems to be an eternity she gets off of me. I'm dazed, completely dazed, and still sobbing. Then she ties my wrists to my ankles and leaves the bedroom.
I'm drifting through waves of pain and nausea, crying all the time, but after some time i relax and i realize that i am not crying because i feel used or even abused. I cry only because of the pain, it's a good crying, a cleaning one. And it also feels good to be restrained, to know that here is where i will stay until Charon comes and unties me. I'm also exhausted, like after a long hike. I'm about to doze off when Charon returns, and i'm close to beg her to leave me tied up another hour.
She unties me and instructs me to prepare a bath. I keep lying on the bed for some time. I could go now. After all, i begged her not to hurt me, and she did. But i want to know why she did, and i want to know if she will reward me. And then, last but certainly not least, i also want her to eat my pussy again, i can't remember having experienced anything as nice as when she went down on me.
I tiptoe to the bath. While the water is running, i search for some lotion and tenderly cream my buttocks. Every touch hurts like hell, but the soothing and cooling effect heightens my spirit soon enough. However, i don't dare take a look at my asscheeks in the mirror.
Then the bath is ready and i head to the living room to call Charon. When she enters the bathroom, i'm kneeling in front of it, my head bowed, my hands on my knees. „Good girl“ is all she says when she steps in the tub.

And damn if i know why, but it sure feels good to hear her say that.

DAMN! I hoped she would climb into the tub with me but she didn’t.
She was very obedient and washed each part of me, even paying special attention to some parts but still she did not get into the tub with me!

When I finally feel well cleaned I step out of the tub. I instruct her to dry me off.
As she does I notice the bruises on her bottom. Perhaps I did strike her too hard. I am tempted to kiss the bruises and tell her I am sorry but after bringing her this far I do not want to weaken her training.

I tell her to get dressed and wait for me in the front room while I get dressed. She is standing waiting for me. It almost appears that she is standing at attention as a soldier would, good! I tell her training is done for the day and order her to leave.
But I want to test her one more time.
I tell Zoe I will have time to continue her training tomorrow, Sunday morning if she wishes. Fear shoots across her face. I think she is still in pain from today’s training.
I instruct her to be here promptly at ten a.m. if she wishes to continue her training. I make it quite clear that if she is not here Sunday morning I expect to see her the following Saturday morning promptly at ten.
I am too busy to train a slave during the week.
I will see if Zoe ever returns again.
Inside of me I hope she will return on Sunday.

While washing her i hope she asks me to join her in the bathtub, but she never tells me to and i don't dare to ask her.
Then she orders me to dress and i think we're going out, maybe hit the bars, have dinner or whatever. But no, i'm dismissed. "Come back tomorrow at ten to continue your training. If not, i want to see you 10 am sharp next Saturday."
Training? What the heck? She has completely lost me, i don't get what that's all about. And why no sex? Why not keep me here for the night? It's only six pm, would be perfect to go out or spend a long evening together at her place. But then i get aware of my sore butt and am glad she will not be pounding into it, fucking me with the strap-on as she did the other night.
In the elevator i switch on my phone and am greeted by four text messages from Nicole. I call her and tell her about my day.
"Oh my, do you want me to come over and help with your bottom?"
I tell her that i'm fine, that i'd like to just talk to her. So we keep talking until i get to the subway station, but i call her again as soon as i've got a signal again.
"You know, sweety, i think that you're a submissive?"
"Huh? What's that?"
"Someone who submits to another person, gives up control and power. I'm sure you'll find tons of sites on the net."
And how the heck does she know about that stuff? "Because I like kinky sex myself. And I've said so, but you've never showed interest in it so I let it be. I take it you will go to her tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, i think i will." Which is the understatement of the year. I have to, i have already completely fallen for her.
Back home i have to take a cold shower, because when i turn on the hot water the pain in my butt is unbearable. Then prepare a light dinner and start my laptop, lying on my belly on the bed. Sure enough, there's a zillion sites about submission, domincance, BDSM and a lot of other things i never heard of and never cared about. It's even on Wikipedia. I read a couple of posts on a forum but what i read there is just more confusing. What i want to know is why do i go back to someone who is hurting me, using me as her fucktoy. Alas, they all just write about how great it is to be spanked, whipped, used and fucked in every conceivable way. I don't think it's great to have a hurting butt like mine. However, i do know that i liked to obey her, to follow her commands and do as she wants me to do. And i also liked to be tied up, it made me feel kinda secure. But the pain, that's just, well..., painful.

The night is endless, first my mind doesn't let me find sleep, when i finally drift off to sleep i wake from the pain every time i turn on my back. Still, when i finally awake it's almost nine, and i know i'll be late.

It's ten past the time i was supposed to arrive when i stand in front of Charons door again. I think of turning back and going home. I'm afraid she'll be angry with me, hurting me even more than last time.

I get on my knees and press the doorbell. She doesn't answer the door, and i'm beginning to think that she left or is neglecting me. I'm determined to wait, and after two or three more minutes i ring the bell again.
She opens the door a crack. "You're late." Her voice is a snarl. "I am sorry, Mistress. I forgot to set the alarm clock. I am very sorry."
"You know that you'll be punished for being late, slave?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Anything you deem fitting. But may i beg you to not hurt my butt anymore? It still hurts so much."
"We'll see about that. Now come in and get naked."

I am angry. I had a pleasant day of mild training planned for Zoe but she was late.
I know I can’t hurt her more this weekend or I’ll never see her again. DAMN!
I put the waist belt on her again and lock her wrists behind her this time. I think she enjoys the belt as she seems to be eager to put it on.

I lead her to the window and have her face out so that anyone can see her. I place ankle cuffs on her. I don’t want her to have any thoughts of moving. I wish the window sill was lower. It only goes to the top of her mound. Oh well anyone that spots her will still have a nice show.

I tell her she will stand there for a long time because of her disobedience. I had planned to place a crotch rope on her and go out to brunch. So much for my plans. I am mad at her but I know I just can not hurt her any more this weekend.

Zoe is instructed to tell me if anyone sees her. I hope she draws several admirers.
I ask her questions about herself. I had hoped to learn about her over brunch but I guess we will have have to chat while she stands at the window.
I know her boyfriend cheated on her and that is all I want to know about him.
I ask her what she does for a living.
Does she live alone or does she have a roommate?
Why did she come home with me that first evening?
Is she bisexual?
Does she enjoy eating my pussy?
Does she believe I still view her as a sextoy?
What are her limits?
I see her bottom is severely bruised. Did she enjoy that? Would she want me to do that to her again someday?
Has she been to breakfast?

Does she have any questions for me? I think to myself that if she asks the correct questions I will reward her with a day out and another session with the strapon.

Should i tell her that i'm quite used to being stared at? That it doesn't bother me too much, to stand at the window naked? Well, that's not entirely true. It would bother me but for the fact that she's sitting on the sofa, watching me. And of course i'm just glad she's not inflicting any pain on me. I can stand the embarassment and humiliation much easier. In fact, those feelings are not unpleasant altogether, at least i feel myself getting aroused, to my surprise, i might add.
Then she starts to fire questions at me, which i answer dutifully.
I work in public relations, but do some freelancing journalism on the side and hope to get a job as a journalist sooner or later, yes, i live alone and no i don't have a roommate.
Then i inform her of a guy in the next building staring at me. He's gesticulating, but i don't get what it's all about. Then he's joined by two other guys. One disappears and when he comes back he carries a pair of binoculars. Great. I hear her chuckle.
The next question i honestly can't answer, i still don't know what made me go home with her the first evening. Maybe it was that she never even asked, just assumed i'll do what she wants me to do. Maybe it was because my unconsciousness decided for me, or even my pussy.
„Are you bi?“ is her next question. „No, i think i'm a hetero. Or at least i thought i am. I never had fantasies about being with a girl. But it was never out of the question either. I just never got to think about it, or never had the chance to try it out, i guess.“ Again, it sounds kinda lame, but i really never thought about being with another woman. I reckon i have to do a lot of thinking in the next time.
„Yes, Mistress, i like to eat your pussy. I would also like to be given the chance to lick you properly, without you sitting on my face.“
„Why?“ I feel her staring at me. „Because i want to please you myself. And i want to explore your pussy, learn how to pleasure you, satisfy you.“
„Uh huh, I see. Do you think I still regard you as my fucktoy?“
„I don't know, Charon. Honestly i don't know. But i think there's something else too, otherwise you'd have used me yesterday evening.“
The next question i cannot answer. What are my limits? About what? I don't have an idea what people do to each other in consensual BDSM relationships. So i just can't have limits, at least not yet.
No, i didn't enjoy the spanking. Not at all. What made me endure it and bear the pain was to show her how much i wanted to be with her, to be controlled by her. And no, i would prefer never to be spanked as hard again.
The last question is much easier, no, i haven't had breakfast yet, but before i can answer i tell her that there is an older guy staring at me too now.
„Do you have something you want to know from me?“
I think for a long time. There are a million questions, actually. But only two matter at the moment.
„I only have two questions. How should i adress you?“
„What do you think would be appropriate, Zoe?“
„Umm, Mistress, i think?“
„Yes, that's perfect. Why do you think you should adress me as Mistress?
"Because... i.. umm, because i'm your slave?"
"Exactly. You're my slave and therefore you adress me as Mistress. And the other question?“
„Why me?“

“Why me?” that question has a lot of answers. I was celebrating the evening we met and I felt I deserved a prize. I think the main reason was the emotions in her eyes. I could see she was extremely annoyed at all the men flocking around her.
Then I saw sadness and pain. It was clear the sadness and pain ran deep into her soul. When I approached and sat next to her I saw inquisitiveness in her eyes. She seemed curious as to what I was doing. She didn’t tell me to go away so I was certain she would be mine.
To answer her question “why me?” I told her it was all in her eyes.

“So there are three men watching you” I ask. “Are any of them masturbating?” No she tells me. I think it is time we change that. I walk up behind her and place my arms around her waist and under her arms. I start to slide my arms up and down her firm torso. “Are they still watching I ask?” “OH yes!” she tell me. Then with my right arm I start to caress her breasts. God is Zoe always so horny? Her nipples are as hard as any I have ever felt. I play more with her breasts and pinch her nipples just hard enough, not hard enough to hurt her but hard enough to ensure they remain rigid.

I then stroke my hand all around her torso until finally it is between her legs. “Are they still watching?” I ask. “Yes and one has started to rub his pants!” I slide one finger into her lips until I find her clit. I message it ever so gently as she begins to squirm.
After a minute I pull the finger out and place it in front of her mouth. “Suck it clean” I order and she does.

“Are the men still watching?” “Yes, except the one who was rubbing his pants has left.” I whisper in her ear “we have one of them masturbating.” While I am next to her I slide my mouth down to her shoulders and begin to lightly bite her.
Zoe is close to cumming but this is not her reward so I stop and step away. Zoe informs me all three of them have disappeared!
I commend her on her performance. “OH GOD!” I ask what. “I didn’t see her before but there is a plump naked woman looking at me with her hand between her legs!” “Congratulations I tell her you have caused both sexes to masturbate.

But I am hungry and this game has given me enough pleasure. It is time to go to brunch.
I undo her shackles and tell her to get dressed with one exception. She is to wear the hot-pink thigh-highs she wore yesterday while cleaning my apartment. I want anyone who stares at her to notice her garish ankles.

When we finally arrive at brunch order two glasses of champagne to go with our meal. It is a glorious feast, more so than usual I think because of my company. I gouge myself beyond being full but I notice Zoe eats lightly although she does feast on all of the best offerings.
After several glasses of champagne I am feeling aroused and decide she has earned a reward. I ask her if she wishes to return to my apartment and be reintroduced to the strapon and a few other toys I have or does she wish to return to her home?
I pay our bill and wait for her response.

She stands behind me now, playing with my tits. I feel the nipples stiffen, they're eager for her touch. She's caressing my body and i'm getting aroused. I don't care at all about those guys watching me. Not long ago i would have been ashamed, embarassed and humiliated, now the fact that a couple of guys are wanking because of me almost doesn't register with me. All i want is being touched by her. And my wish is fullfilled, her hand slides down, a finger slides between my lips and plays with my clit. She's kissing and biting my neck. Just when i think i'll come soon, she stops and orders me to dress.
"The pink thigh highs, Mistress?" Oh my. With the short black dress, the heels and the coat i look like a color-blind hooker. But i guess that's the purpose of those awful pink stockings, to make me stand out, to make me look cheap.
Breakfast is nice, but i'm not hungry, all i want is to go back and spend the day in her bed, if possible tied to it. So when Mistress asks whether i want to go home or get back to her place i don't have to think twice.
"I'd like to go to your place, Mistress, and please you the rest of the day."
We take a taxi again, money seems to be no problem at all and soon enough we're back at her place.
"Undress, but leave on the thigh highs and the heels."
"Yes Mistress."
Then she has me kneel in front of her and help her get out of her boots. "Get in the bedroom and present yourself."
I don't have the slightes idea what she means with presenting myself. So i pose with my legs spread, hands behind my head, chest thrust out.
It seems to be ok. She circles me, inspecting me, touching me here and there, probing my pussy, gently touching my butt which still hurts.
"Yummy. Get on the bed, on all fours and finger yourself."
I obey immediately, arching my back. "Beautiful. Are you horny?"
"Yes, Mistress, i am horny."
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes, please fuck me."
"You really want it?"
"Yes, please, Mistress, i beg you to fuck me, to use my pussy."
"Hmm, you have to earn the privilege to be fucked by me. How do you want to earn being fucked?"
"Mistress, i would like to lick you, if you allow me."
She undresses and reclines on the bed, her head propped up on the pillows. I start to lick her, play with her clit, circling it. It's the first time i actually lick a pussy, the other times she just fucked my face. It's incredibly nice to feel her squirm and hear her moan. I begin to fingerfuck her dripping pussy. She gets more and more agitated and finally grabs my hair, pulling me onto her thrusting pussy when she comes.
After a while she let's go of my head, her body going slack. "That was quite ok. With some proper training you'll be a very good cuntlicker."
"Go get me the strapon, it's in the closet". I get up and get out the strapon. There are various other things on the same shelf, among them a riding crop, cuffs, collars, dildoes and the paddle she used on me yesterday. I shudder at the sight and hurry back to the bed.
When she's ready she asks me what position i would like. I'd like to do it doggy style but am afraid of her slamming into my sore butt. "Mistress, may i ask you something?"
"Yes, Zoe."
"Please, i would like you to tie me to the bed to fuck me." I see a surprised look on her face. "That's a brilliant idea." I fetch her various lengths of rope and she ties my wrists to the headboard. I think she will tie me spreadeagled, but she attaches a rope to each ankle and ties them to the headboard too, far apart from each other. My pussy is wide open, the lips parted. I can't remember having ever felt so vulnerable and helpless. Mistress kneels in front of me, the strapon resting on my exposed pussy. Then she gets off the bed again and gets a black silk scarf which she uses to blindfold me.
"Now, what a beautiful sight. A completely helpless and naked slavegirl, waiting to be fucked. She plays with my clit, fingerfucking my pussy. Suddenly she pinches my clit and a yelp of pain escapes my lips. Then she mounts me and starts slowly to fuck my pussy. She brings her fingers to my mouth and i eagerly lick my juices. Then she starts to kiss me hard, her tongue explores the depths of my mouths as the strapon does with my pussy. My buttcheeks hurt with every thrust, but the pain mixes with the pleasure and i'm getting higher and higher every minute, just as my Mistress is fucking me deeper and harder.
"Do you want to cum, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress, please let me cum!"
"Do you think you deserve to cum?"
"Yes, please Mistress, i beg you."
She orders me to hold back my orgasm, and i try to think of something else, but to no avail.
"Please, please, let me cum."
"Ok, slave, cum for me."
I explode in an orgasm, jerking on the ropes, howling and moaning, and finally it's over and i'm just exhausted and fulfilled and happy. She's still inside me, fucking me gently. I want to hold her, hug her, bury my face in her neck, but the restraints forbid that.
Finally she withdraws and presents the dildo to lick it clean of my juices.
"Thank you Mistress, that was wonderful."
"That was but a start, Zoe. We'll have much more fun, you don't even begin to understand where this journey is leading you."
Right now i don't care at all, i just savour the moment, my helplessness, my openness to her. But way back in my head there is a tiny dot of anxiouxness that maybe she will send me back home for the night. I would love to stay and sleep at her feet.

For someone who says she has never had sex with another woman before she is VERY talented.

After she explodes in an orgasm I am left wanting. How much can I trust this slave? Has she learned her proper place in our relationship? Will she still continue to obey me no matter what might happen?

I lean forward and thrust my tongue into her gaping hole. It doesn’t take much effort until Zoe cums again.

I am excited and scared at the same time over what I am about to command her to do. I untie her and we embrace as lovers. I on top of her and she beneath me. We kiss hard and long for some time. I decide now is the time to take a giant chance. I hope it is the correct thing to do, I will know shortly if it is the wrong thing. I breath deeply and utter my next command. Will it be my last command?

I instruct her that she is to bind ME exactly as I had bound her and then she is to fuck me hard with the strapon and finish by having me lick clean the dildo as she has done. I instruct Zoe to apply a blindfold and to apply my bite gag. I do not want her to hear me yell.

God I know this is a mistake! What have I done! I’ve never placed myself at the mercy of a slave before. WHAT HAVE I DONE???

Zoe dutifully binds my arm and legs to the headboard. I am exposed as I have not been in a long time. Then she places the blindfold and gag on me. I know I have no escape. THIS IS IT!!!!!!

GOD! I scream into the gag! How many times will I cum before she stops? I briefly pass out due to the pleasure and pressure Zoe is forcing upon me. Finally she stops and removes the gag. The blindfold remains in place. I feel her shoving the dildo into my mouth. I best open my mouth wide or else I will choke.
Then she goes down on me, the same as I did to her while she was bound.

After cumming I don’t know how many times Zoe releases me from my binds. I still wonder if I have made a mistake. If it was a mistake it was one I will enjoy forever.

Once I am free I notice she is still a submissive. She asks repeatedly if she pleased me or if she failed me. I pet her and let her know she has pleased me beyond my expectations. We cuddle as one and fall into a deep sleep.

Umm, once again i’m a bit at a loss. Why does Charon want me to tie her up? And fuck her with the strapon? I’m tempted to ask, maybe she’ll change her mind and who knows when i have the next chance to fuck my Mistress, hihihi.
When she’s properly tied, blindfolded and gagged i take my time just looking at her, the white flesh of her thighs, the red and pink of her parted lips, glistening with juice. Then i put on the dildo and walk up and down a couple of times, to experience the sensation of having a penis. Well, i don’t think it’s the same thing as a real penis, but still about as close as i will ever get. My eyes fall on the closet and i think of the paddle. Hmmm. But spanking her bottom is out of the question, she hasn’t told me to and i wouldn’t like hurting her anyway.
Then i kneel before her, gently caressing her pussy and her clit, kissing her thighs. I’ll have her scream into her gag, i want her to cum and cum and cum again. Once i notice that she’s gone all slack and limp and want to remove her gag, but she regains consciousness and when i ask her if everything is alright she nods her head.
The fucking part is not very exiting, i find it to be rather mechanical. The power that i feel penetrating and owning her pussy is quite nice, though. But i still prefer to lick her or please her with my fingers, and do so for a long time. It’s much more intimate than using the strapon. When i finally think it is enough now and i withdraw and kneel before her again i am a little bit tempted to ram the strapon into her back door and get a sweet revenge for her abusing my butt.
But no, i don’t want to hurt her, or upset her. So i remove the gag, let her lick the dildo and untie her. She seems to be pleased with me. We hold and hug each other and drift into sleep.

When i awake, it’s 7 pm. So we spent all afternoon in bed. Charon is still asleep. I get up and realize that i’m hungry, and i guess so is Mistress when she finally awakes. I check the fridge and the cupboards, but she obviously isn’t cooking a lot. I find some spaghetti and canned tomatoes, enough for a dinner.
When i’m almost done she’s standing in the kitchen door in a dressing gown, smiling dreamily at me. Only then am i aware that i’m wearing nothing but the awful pink thigh highs. I’ve been lost in thought and memories of a wonderful Sunday afternoon and completely forgot to dress.
„I thought you’ll be hungry, Mistress.“
„Yes, I am, but we could have ordered something.“
„But i like to cook, especially for you. Please sit down, it’s ready in a minute.“
When all is fixed and she is seated i serve her a plate of spaghetti and a glass of wine. On the way back to the kitchen to get my own plate i remember something i read on one of those BDSM-forums, about a girl who kneels beside her Master while he eats. Would Charon like that? Is that extreme? Or just appropriate?
I have no idea, but i know that i would like to do it, so i return and kneel beside her.
„Enjoy your meal, Mistress.“
She pats my head, grabs my hair and gently kisses me on the mouth.
„That’s so sweet, Zoe. But get up now and go get your plate, you must be starving too. There will be many more times when you will have to kneel before me.“
After dinner we watch a movie in the tv. She sits on the sofa, her feet propped up on a footstool. I lie curled up beside her, my head in her lap.
I think i have never felt so good in my life, so cared for, so relaxed and secure. My heart races, my pussy is burning and my mind is completely dazed. I realize that i love her.
"I love you, Charon."

“I love you…” Scary words to hear from a slave

When I walked into the kitchen I went to Zoe and kissed and hugged has as a lover would. I nibble on her neck and tell her someday I will let her fuck me again, she was so fantastic at it.

Over dinner we talk. I had told her to call for dinner but she said she prefers to cook. I know she is proud of the meal she prepared but it tastes bland. I wish she had ordered out as I requested. I was so looking forward to sushi.
I guess we’ll have to go to the store together to purchase groceries. Perhaps with better ingredients her cooking will improve immensely.
“Do I have any pots and cooking thingies” I ask her. “No” she says so I tell her we must shop for those also. I am not a domestic sort. I have never cooked and cleaned for any man and I plan on never doing so.

I explain to her that I am a director for a brokerage firm. My job requires me to travel extensively investigating and auditing firms we are thinking about investing in. I travel anywhere from three days at a time to three weeks at a time.
I notice the thought of my being gone for three weeks seems to pain her.

While we are on the divan watching TV I tell her I will be out of town Tuesday through Friday but I will be home in time for our weekend together. We both seem to fall asleep for a little while. It has been an exhausting day.
Tired of TV and just plain tired I tell Zoe it is time to go. “Is that a tear I see falling down her cheek?”
Did she think she would spend the night here? Yes it is a tear. I am feeling warm and do not wish to see her cry. I ask her if she would like to spend the night with the clear understanding that she must leave first thing in the morning. No coffee, no breakfast and no fucking! She must leave immediately after the alarm goes off! I have a very busy Monday ahead and I have already ignored the work I brought home this weekend. All my time was spent playing with Zoe and not doing the work I needed to finish.

When morning arrives I kiss Zoe good-bye. I also tell her that my apartment will need cleaning again next Saturday morning. Cleaning from what I wonder since I will be gone all week. If she wishes to serve me I expect to see her here Saturday morning at ten. I also remind her that we may need to go shopping together.

After she leaves I think what would Jon think? I will be in Des Moines Iowa!!! for four days. I hate travelling to Iowa. I only need to be there for Tuesday and Wednesday. Jon is going to meet me Thursday. I plan on fucking him weak. Thinking about all the things Zoe and I did this weekend has me so excited I need to masturbate before work.
Look out Jon I am going to wear out your cock until it is only a little stub!

Does Zoe realize I have a boyfriend…

So i am dismissed. Or rather: Thrown out at seven in the morning, with a quick peck on the cheek. "Come back Saturday, my apartment needs to be cleaned."
Yeah, sure thing, that apartment will be one hell of a mess with nobody being here the whole week... Besides, there are cleaning ladies which would be eager to do the job.
I'm upset and confused, Charon was so caring and nice yesterday and now she's back to treating me like a cheap fuckbuddy again. "Come and do this and that and then, maybe, if i feel like you deserve it, you may eat my pussy." And i would, oh yes, i would be between her legs in a flash and do as she tells me.
The whole week i play with the idea of not going Saturday, wait till she comes to me. But she can't, as far as i know she just knows my name is Zoe and that's it. So she couldn't even contact me if she wanted to. But i'm not sure whether she would do that.
I could call her, i've got her full name, adress, phone number, everything. I didn't sneak around when i cleaned her apartment, it was all written on the bill from her phone company which was lying on the kitchen counter. All i had to do was safe it on my own cellphone.
I think about calling her on Wednesday, but decide against it. Instead i meet Nicole and of course she wants to know everything.
"You see, she treats me like a fuckbuddy, but that's not what i'm looking for. I want someone who loves me the way i love her. All that serving and obeying stuff and the kinky sex is nice, great, even, but not what i'm looking for."
"Maybe that's the way to her heart, to be such a good slave that she realizes you're the one" Nicole says.
"You sound as if she hired you to make me submit to her" i laugh.
She giggles "yeah, i get to fuck her for a weekend if i make sure you don't run! You should go Saturday, maybe call her on the phone and let her know you'll be there. And why not just enjoy the sex, leave out the feelings?"
"You know i can't do that, besides it's too late now to leave out the feelings anyway."
"Yeah, I guess it is." And then she says in all sobriety "you know, I would really like to watch you two go at each other" and leaves me utterly speechless.

In the end i don't call Charon. I just do my job during the day, go home, eat, go to bed and rub my pussy raw, thinking of her.
Saturday morning i get up early, take a bath, shave my pussy and dress to kill. Yeah, dressed to kill, as if i'm fooling someone here. If anyone gets "killed" it will very likely be me.

Once again i'm exactly on time, and this time she opens the door at the first ring.

YES! She is on time. I was not sure she would return.
I am giddy from my two days with Jon. I let him sodomize me several times, a mistake, but the discomfort is wonderful!

I am so happy to see Zoe, I feared she would not return. She starts to strip in anticipation of my placing the belt on her. “STOP!” I tell her. We are going shop-PING!
Once in the cab I explain to her that I pay $2700 a month rent on my apartment. I earn a large salary, it is not her business how much, but I earn a large salary and I love to spend it extravagantly. She seemed so concerned about my spending in the past that I want to make her understand my wild shopping sprees.

We head for the Pottery Barn. I guess that is where we would find kitchen thingies and she seems so knowledgeable in such things, she is so domestic I would love to make her my wife, silly.

We spend over an hour there finding things for the kitchen. She says there are still some things she is missing so we must go to Macy’s… groan. I hate shopping for domestic items.
Finally we return home and deposit all of our treasures. I tell her I am famished to which she responds it will take some time to be ready to prepare a lunch.
Forget It! I tell her. There is a deli on the corner that will provide us with everything we need for lunch and I drag her reluctantly from my apartment.

FINALLY I am satisfied, no longer hungry. I debate fucking my slave as an after lunch treat but decide otherwise. She is so excited about her new toys that I decide to let her play with them.

“You will need to serve me” I inform her. I let her play with her toys until five.” Enough” I tell her. I have fetched restraints from my room. I order her to strip and I bind her knees and ankles together. Then I place her on her knees and hands and place a collar around her. I cuff her wrists together and secure the leash from the collar to her wrists.
“Be quiet and still” I tell her. I have had enough of her playing in the kitchen.
I recline into my favorite chair and enjoy a glass of wine while I read my book. I will think about releasing her in an hour or so. I just want my peace and quiet now.

I am curious; what can she prepare for dinner?
What shall I do with her tonight? I am in the mood for going bar-hopping. Should I take her with me or send her home?

Enough questions I delve into my book while Zoe remains in a pony position before me.

Boring. Boring. Boring. Shopping pans and pots and stuff might be interesting, but i'd know much better things to do with Charon than shopping. If it were shopping something more interesting, like maybe lingerie, or sexy dresses.
But she seems to be not interested in exchanging bodily fluids today. So i keep myself busy in the kitchen until she tells me to strip.
She binds me and has me on all fours while she reads a book. Again, i had hoped for more. I don't know if that's what i want. It is nice to be here, naked and bound, but i miss touching her body, smelling her skin, tasting her mouth.
She reads a book without taking notice of me.
"Let's go bar-hopping." She gets up and releases me from my restraints.
Bar-hopping? How about some rough wild fucking until the break of dawn? I guess my disappointment is clearly showing on my face.
"If you don't like it you can go home, slave. Take it or leave it, it's your choice."
I don't answer her right away. But i know this time i won't let my pussy make the decision. I might be a slave, or a sub, or whatever, but i also have a mind of my own, i have needs and desires too, and if she really wants me she will have to show more interest in me than she did so far. I put on my clothes and jot down my cellphone number.
While i write the note i finally answer, struggling to keep the tears back. "I don't like bar-hopping. I would like to spend the night with you, very much so, serving you, pleasing you, but not in a loud bar, being leered at by guys i don't have anything in common with. Here's my number. Good night Charon, enjoy yourself."

She seems to be completely taken aback as i kiss her on the cheek and walk out the door. Finally tears well up in my eyes, but i'm determined not to turn back. This time she doesn't follow me. In the elevator i start to cry. And all the time i stare at my cellphone, wishing it would ring.

“She Left?” That is curious!
Doesn’t she understand a slave is to serve her mistress and not the other way around.

Walking out is the same as quitting. I hope she hasn’t broken our relationship. The only way I would take her back now is if she crawled through my door begging me to take her back.
I am tempted to call her but I can’t that would confuse her role and mine.

“Well” I say to myself there are other slaves out there waiting for a mistress as I dress for an evening of prowling the bars for a new slave.

As I walk out the door I look at the slip of paper with her number and shed a tear. I loved my Zoe and I will miss her.

When i get home she still hasn't called me. Almost two hours and many tears later i'm still lying on my bed, turning the terribly silent phone over in my hand. It dawns on me that she won't ever call me. She's the Mistress, i'm her slave, she's not coming to run after me. If i want to see her again, i'll probably have to crawl back to her. But i'm not ready to cave in yet. At ten p.m. i punch in the numbers of her phone but press 'cancel' before the first ring. Ten minutes later i find myself pressing my cellphone to my ear, praying that she will takethe call.
When she does i start babbling and apologizing until she cuts me off. Harshly she gives me the name of a bar and tells me if i'm not there in half an hour i'll better forget her.
I don't bother with fixing my makup, just jump into the heels, grab my coat and run out on the street to catch a cab.
Three minutes early i burst into the bar. She's sitting in the middle of the room, two guys are talking to her. I know it's a mistake what i'm about to do, but i don't care and walk up to her. Interrupting one of the guys i curtsy deep before here and with my head bowed i beg for her forgiveness. „Please, Mistress, i beg you to take me back. I'll be your slave and i'll do anything you ask of me. Please, give me another chance.“

Damn! She showed up. I was hoping she would wait until Sunday but when I listened to her call it was clear she couldn’t.
The three of us, the two guys and myself, were just getting ready to head to one of their apartments. Being the only woman in a menage~a~trois is unbelievable. I was so excited at the thought of being fucked by two men are once that my juices were flowing.

The first thing she did was bow and start some sort of babbling. I didn’t mean to be nasty with her but my mind was still racing with thoughts of two men at once. I’ve done it a few times before. I finished so weak and sore that I could barely walk. Each time I had to shower before leaving because I was covered in cum. God how I was looking forward to that again.

I told her to stand beside me and not move. I turned to my two almost lovers and explained I was having trouble with my girlfriend. I asked them for their phone numbers and promised them I would call. Perhaps I would bring my girlfriend and we can have a foursome. This seemed to appease them, they both wrote their names and numbers on a napkin and handed it to me. One of them said he expected me to call him. I told him I definitely would and I thought about leaving Zoe standing there while I left with my two new friends.

Since they seemed to doubt my story and were both very horny I thought I would give them a parting gift. I stood up and turned Zoe to me and began kissing her furiously thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth and biting her lips.
That seemed to be all my new friends could take. I leaned over and whispered into their ears “it will be much better when we are alone.”

Now what to do with Zoe. She looked horrible. Did she jump out of bed and run over here?
We went to the ladies room where she grabbed me tightly and started to cry again.
We needed to improve her appearances for what punishment I had in mind. I did my best that I could with her. I brushed out her hair and applied lipstick and eye-liner to her. Those are the only cosmetics I carry with me so that was the best we could possibly do.

We left the bar and went to a nightclub that I enjoy. It is always loud and full of people. I propped myself upon a stool at the bar. I ordered Zoe to stand next to me and look at every man in the room.
Her punishment was about to begin. I commanded her to meet and flirt with four men. She was to allow whatever they wanted. BUT she must get their name and phone number.
She is so timid! As I watched from my barstool she wondered about the club like a scared puppy. It took her almost an hour to get the four names. She handed me the numbers. Then I commanded her to point out each man and tell me his name. She must have a photographic memory for she had no trouble finding each man and telling me his name.
“Follow me to the restroom” I ordered. It was semi-crowded there. I commanded her to remove all of her clothes including her shoes. I placed her panty and bra into my purse and draped the rest of her clothes over my arm.

Zoe was standing naked and barefoot in the middle of the restroom. She was drawing stares from the others.
I told her. “You have six minutes to go out to the club and find each man you met. You are then to kiss him deeply and passionately. If he grabs you, you are to ignore it. In six minutes I will leave the bar and catch a cab home. You must complete your command on time and then decide if you are going to follow my command and come home with me.”
This time I saw panic in her eyes. Was she wondering if she made a mistake coming back to me? I grabbed the handle of the door, looked at my watch and told her your time starts now!

I went to the front of the club and waited. I stood so that I could see clearly into the club to see if she was following my commands.
YES! She was. All of the men could not resist the urge to grab her breasts and bottom. “Good” I think this should prove to be very embarrassing to her.
She knew she had a tight time constraint so she rapidly danced through crowd looking for the next man. The bouncer noticed a commotion in the club and went to investigate. I knew if he caught her she would never complete her command.
It looked as if she were running through the club searching for all four men. I looked at my watch, it had been eight minutes, I must leave. I don’t know why but I stayed two more minutes. Ten minutes were all I was going to give her. I turned and started to leave when I heard her scream “Mistress.” She was running after me. I knew she didn’t meet her time limit but she wasn’t wearing a watch so she would never know and I would never tell her.

We step outside where I gave her, her coat to put on. I don’t say a word to her while I hailed a cab. Once inside she cuddles deeply into my neck. It is clear she has had a horrible experience but she did it to please me.

Once back in my apartment I tell her to remove her coat and cuddle with me on the divan. She turns on the light and I instruct her to leave them off. We are snuggled together as two lovers would.
I told her to keep the lights off because I did not want her to see the tears flowing down my face.
I gently stroke her hair and think “I almost lost you.” No matter what punishment I inflict on her in the future I know it will not hurt near as much as the pain I experienced when I thought she was gone.

Once again i’m just surprised by her. I feared the worst back in that bar, like Charon ordering me to go with the two guys and give them a blowjob, or even offer them my body. But no, she took dismissed them and led me to this club. It’s loud, it’s crowded and if it weren’t for Charon i would never be here. But here i am, wondering what will follow. I don’t have to wonder for a long time, Charon instructs me to go and flirt with four guys and get their names and phone numbers.
Hmm, strange task. But also not such a big deal, not that i’m any good at flirting or hitting on guys, but it could definitely be worse. I don’t have a time frame so i take my time to pick four guys who look decent, aren’t drunk and look like they look after themselves. Once in a while i look at Charon, just to make sure she’s still there. She is, and usually i see her looking at me too, a bemused smile on her lips. I also see several guys staring at her, but she doesn’t seem to notice them. I think if i were a guy, i would be staring at her too. Oops, i’m a girl and i am doing much more than just stare at her...
I’ve no problem to talk the four guys out of their phone numbers, ending the conversation once we’re talking proves to be a bit difficult, though. Two of them seem to be genuinely nice blokes, the sort i could imagine to have a date with. The third is even more timid than me, he’s almost afraid of me. Ha! As if i’m a maneater. If he only knew that i’m just as uncomfortable here as he is. He tells me he’s here because a couple of friends dragged him out for the evening, saying he needs to meet people.
„And what are you doing here, Zoe?“ he asks. I’m tempted to reply with „I’m doing a task my Mistress has ordered me to do“ but i think it would be too much for him. All i say instead is „about the same as you, trying to figure out why i am here.“ I promise to call him (and feel a pang of remorse, because i very likely won’t) and look for the fourth guy to talk to.
This one proves to be an asshole of the grandest kind, full of himself. He more or less expects me to beg him to be allowed to go with him and let him fuck me. At least that’s the impression i get. He keeps touching me, his hand ‚accidentally’ brushes my breast and he has me back away from him until i’m against the wall, getting closer and closer. Finally i can shake him off and head back to Charon.

After pointing out the guys and telling her the names we head for the restroom. There are several girls in there, doing the usual stuff girls do in the restroom, some of them probably just powdered their noses. They take no notice of Charon and me. That is, not in the beginning. As soon as i start to strip, obeying Charons command, standing in the middle of the room, they sure start to take notice.
„Bra and panties too, and also the shoes.“ What? This is a public place, she can’t have me stark naked in here! They’ll throw me out, probably even call the cops. I look at her, but her eyes are cold and her expression is stern.
„Now!“
By now several girls are watching us, or rather they look stealthily at our reflection in the mirror. One of them turns around, crosses her arms and leans against the sink, watching me openly and with a huge grin as i unhook my bra and step out of my shoes and panties.
Charon just shakes her head when i try to cover my tits and my pussy, so i’m standing there, hands at my side, hands balled to fists, shaking all over from the shame and humiliation.
I’m so ashamed, my face is burning. But the worst is, i feel myself getting wet. I guess my pussy is already glistening, or will be in no time. That can’t be, i don’t like to stand in a restroom, completely naked, being stared at by strangers! Yet that’s exactly what happens; i’m getting aroused by the humiliation.
Then Mistress gives me instructions to go out and kiss all the four guys in six minutes and meet her at the entrance. I’m dumbfounded, i feel the my heart racing, the blood rushing to my head. Oh my, what have i gotten myself into? Is all that worth it? And where the hell is the nice, well mannered woman i was a mere two weeks ago? Is it possible to turn from a decent woman into a complete slut in a week? Into a slave who humiliates herself beyond anything she ever thought of just to appease her Mistress? Obviously it is, because the only thought that sticks to my mind is ,i must not fail, i must not disappoint Charon’.
I run through the crowd, finding the first of the guys, one of the decent ones. He’s completely taken aback when i appear in front of him and fling myself at him kissing him deeply and passionately.
I feel people touching me, but it doesn’t register with my awareness. Timig guy is next. He of course doesn’t even try to touch me, i think he’s as shocked and disturbed as i am. I give him an extra long kiss, playing my tongue over his lips. While i kiss him i feel someone’s hand on my buttock, kneading it. I guess that’s what comes with being a slut, that everyone touches your most intimate parts. Second last is the other of the decent guys. He reacts quickly, embracing me, one hand on my butt, kissing me back, but then releasing me to thank me.
That leaves Mr. Fullofhisself aka asshole. While i try to spot him i’m being groped by more guys. I try to locate Charon, but can’t see her. There is a commotion at the entrance, maybe a bouncer throwing someone out. Or coming for me? Doesn’t matter, i have no time to think. There! Asshole is staring at me. He probably knows what’s going to happen, having seen me kissing the other guys. Yeah, he’s coming towards me, a sleazy grin on his face.
He catches me with his left arm around my shoulders, pulling me close and pinning my arms between our bodies. He immediately thrusts his tongue in my mouth while he forces his free hand between my legs. He actually inserts a finger in my pussy! I just wanna die, i feel so dirty and humiliated. He breaks the kiss. „Like it, you dirty cunt? Huh?“ I want to scream ‚no, no i don’t like it, you bastard’ but he’s already kissing me again, fucking me with his finger. I try to wriggle free, but he just pulls me closer. I start to bite on his tongue. Finally, just when i taste his blood, he lets go of me. „Fucking whore! You’re a fucking cunt!“ he shouts after me when i run to the entrance, praying that i’m not late and that Charon is still waiting.
She's leaving! I scream "Mistress" at the top of my lungs, and luckily she leaves me. She looks to be both pleased and proud of me while she holds out my coat for me.

Back in her apartment we’re snuggled together. While Charon plays with my hair, all i can think of is that i’m glad i came back. I’m completely relaxed now, the happenings in the club are but a distant memory. I feel a warmth streaming through my body. And i know; here is exactly where i wanna be, here is where i belong.

There is no more doubt about that.

I continue to stroke her hair while I wonder why she left. The nightclub incident was erotic. I am proud of myself for thinking of it but I think she needs more punishment and understanding of me.

I tell her to go fetch the strapon, wrist and ankle cuffs, straps, a blindfold, a gag and my paddle. Once she hears she is to fetch the paddle fear shows in her eyes. GOOD!
Zoe is told to wait on my bed for me.
I go to the bed and place the cuffs, blindfold and gag on her. I tell her the gag is necessary because I obviously don’t understand the things she says.

I command her to lay belly down on the bed with her arms towards the headboard. I strap both of her wrists to opposing corners on the headboard. She is trapped now. “Why don’t I understand what she is saying” probably has her curiosity up. I walk around to the side of the bed and gently rub her still bruised bottom. I think to myself that I must not spank her hard this time.

“You said you like to cook” I tell her. “I have no need for the items we purchased today.”
I gently slap her butt with the paddle. She jumps more than I expected, I think it is out of fear.” I will either give them to friends or shove them down the trash chute. I spent $2000 to buy you kitchen things I thought you would like.”
I deliver the second slap of the paddle to her. This time she doesn’t jump. I think she realizes that I am going to be gentle when I paddle her bottom.
“I went shopping with you to buy you gifts I thought you would enjoy.” I deliver the third strike of the paddle.
“I only bought those items as a gift to you.” I deliver the fourth slap to her bottom. I notice it is getting red. Perhaps I need to be even gentler on her bottom.
“And after I buy you all these gifts you leave me. That is why I’ve gagged you clearly I don’t understand what you want. Do you possibly not want to be my slave?”
I deliver the fifth and final slap of the paddle.

I let her savor the sting of the paddle while I put on my strapon. Climb to your knees” I order her. She is a pretty sight. Her butt in the air while her face is trapped against the sheets.
I climb behind her and spread her legs. She is dripping wet again. I gently slide the strapon’s dildo into her. I go slowly at first because I want to see how far I can penetrate her.
Zoe’s pussy is tight and she is only able to accept three-fourths of the dildo. I laugh to myself thing “she really is a LITTLE cunt.”
I start to fuck her harder and faster with each stroke. How long have I been fucking her? I forgot to check the clock but it seems to be a long time and she is moaning in between her screams into the gag. It must be long enough I think as I climb off of her. I want her to lick the dildo clean but I would have to remove her gag and I am not going to do that.

Zoe is commanded to lower herself flat onto the bed. I grab straps and bind her ankles to both sides of the footboard. She is in a spread eagle position.
I am excited and tired. I tell her I will be back later as I slip on my robe and go fetch a glass of wine and my book. I settle into my overstuffed chair and this time I check the clock.
After slightly more than an hour I decide it is time to release my slave. I go back to the bed and remove her gag and blindfold, I want to see if she has anything to say. No she is silent. She is still in a spread eagle position so I release the straps and tell her to remove her cuffs.

“I am tired and am going to bed” I tell her. “You have three choices. You may sleep on the floor next to me, you may sleep on the bed next to me or you may leave.”

I wait to see what she will do…

Why doesn't she understand me? Is it so difficult to understand that i am confused about myself? That it is not that easy to turn from a normal gal into a submissive slut, into a slave who does anything to please her Mistress? In a matter of days, too? After all, she's asking for unconditional surrender. And that, in my humble opinion, is asking for a lot. Maybe more than i can give.

And as far as i know i never asked her for anything. Surely i didn't want her to buy those pans and pots, all that crap.
But no, that ain't exactly true. I begged for her forgiveness. I made a mistake, i came back, i asked for her forgiveness.

Then Mistress comes back and releases the restraints that have kept me spreadeagled on the bed. She informs me that she'll go to bed now and gives me the choice on what to do. Going home is of course no option. If she wanted me to go she would have told me so.
But does Mistress want me to lie in the bed beside her? Or is my place on the floor? I'm at a loss. But i guess if she wanted me at her side she would have said so too. Besides, lying on the floor would maybe show her that i realize that i'm her slave.
She's already lying in bed when i return from the living, room, carrying a blanket. I stretch out on the floor beside her bed. I hear her breathing, but it isn't the breathing of someone asleep.
„Mistress, i am sorry if i disappointed you. I think i just need a little bit more time. So i beg for you to be patient with me, please.“ She doesn't respond. „Good night, Mistress, sleep well.“
I hear her stir underneath the sheats.
„Come here to me, you fool, and warm my feet.“