Red wine, crimson lips

[MissConfused]

“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.

[lucy]

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.“

[MissConfused]

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.

[lucy]

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.

[MissConfused]

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…

[lucy]

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.“

[MissConfused]

I can only guess that she still doesn’t understand that she owns my heart. I don’t want to say I love her but everything she does affects me as I have never been affected before.

“Climb next to me” I command her. I want to feel her soft warm body. It is late and I am tired, I want her warm soft body against mine.

The next morning we awake feeling oh so refreshed. I have noticed she pretends to be domestic yet she does not want to be treated as a domestic. Too Bad! I want coffee and pastries. I instruct her that I have a shoe box full of money in one of the kitchen cabinets. It is the same cabinet in which you will find several pairs of my shoes.

“Grab whatever money you need and go to the corner deli and fetch us breakfast treats” I command her. “And fetch their fresh Columbian mix” I want a good cup of coffee to go with my breakfast.
She seems to hesitate. Does she not understand that her primary duty is to serve her mistress?

While she is gone I call Jon. He will be coming for a long weekend next week. I will have Zoe join us. I tell Jon I have a nice surprise waiting for him. Little does he know he will have two women servicing his every desire.

Finally she displays her domestic side. Breakfast and coffee is wonderful. After we are done I invite her to kneel beside me while I read the New York Times. She quickly obliges as if she were a puppy eager to gain her mistresses approval.

I think how nice next weekend will be and how delighted Jon will be having two women to serve him.
Yes as I pat Zoe’s head I think how wonderful next weekend will be…