Red wine, crimson lips

[lucy]

I'm truly terrified when she gags me and makes that joke about the safeword, grinning devilishly down at me. I thrash wildly against the ropes and scream into the gag, but her smile just gets broader. When she's climbing on top of me i see something in her eyes i have never seen before. Cruelty, a coldness that makes me shiver, a feral lust to hurt.
She starts to insert the needles in my breast and it it's just as painful like the other time, when i was at that other place. The pain is the same, but the emotions are much worse. Back then i knew i was in for the worst. Here, with Mistress, i thought i was safe. I thought i can trust her to hurt me, but to respect some kind of unspoken boundary. After all, i never considered to make use of the safeword since she told me about it for the first time. But i realize she is about to step across that unspoken boundary and there is nothing i can do to stop her.
I try not to move and not to scream. I know thrashing and screaming are uselesse when i look at her expression. She won't stop with what she's doing because of me, but only when she has satisfied her own needs and desires. But my trying doesn't help, my body bucks and thrashes wildly on it's own, tears i never wanted to cry are running down my cheeks.

Looking back the needles she stuck in my tits were a piece of cake. When she tries to grip my inner lips to pierce them i really put up a fight. I only settle down to accept my fate when she slaps me several times hard on my pussy. Oh how i would love to present my pussy, to thrust it out so that she can slap it or whip it. But not the needles. I almost pass out when she sticks it into my clit. When the haze of pain subsides i realize i'm alone. Still tied to the bed, but alone. I raise my head and see that the needles in my breasts are still in their place. I don't even wanna now if there is one sticking in my clit. She actually stuck a needle in my clit!!!

I'm furious with rage and anger for a long time, trying to call her, pulling on the ropes. But either she left the apartment or she's not listening. Finally the anger is replaced by tiredness and i fall asleep. Sleep is the wrong word though, it's some kind of nightmare-infested halfsleep, and when Mistress starts to untie me i first don't realize that it's reality.
She just unties my hands and tells me to do the rest myself, then leaves me alone again. Does she regret what she has done? Is she ashamed of herself, or just afraid to talk about what happened? Finally i'm done with pulling the needles out of my tits and i step in the shower. I ponder what to do while sitting on the enamel for a long time , the water hitting my shoulders and back.
Dried off but not bothering with clothes i head to the living room. I'm still angry enough to not need the cover of clothing. Charon will realize that there is not only Zoe the slave, but also a Zoe who knows what she wants and what she wasn't. And sometimes is even determined enough to stand up and fight.
„Charon. We need to talk. Now!“

[MissConfused]

I sit on the divan with my legs pulled up under me. “What have I done?”
Why did a part of me enjoy it so much. “I love my Zoe why would I hurt her so?”
I think to myself “maybe I should set her free so that I never hurt her in such a way again.” I’m not completely sure I won’t do such a painful thing again.

She walks into the room naked. I hope she will cuddle up to me.
Instead she barks out that we need to talk right now…

[lucy]

When i walk up to her i see that she's uneasy. Her legs pulled up, her eyes averting mine she really looks like she's regretting what she has done. My anger melts away in a matter of seconds. Damn, i love her too much, i can't even be angry at her. Instead of standing in front of her and demanding an excuse or at least an explanation, i find myself on the divan beside her, wrapping my legs around her and holding her in my arms. Between kissing her throat i just whisper „please, don't do that ever again.“
Mistress relaxes and begins to enjoy my caressing, and finally she says that she had this overwhelming desire to hurt me.
„I don't complain about the pain, Mistress. But please, give me the chance to end it. I endured much worse during the weekend i was auctioned off to this couple. I think i can take a lot of pain, but i need to know that i can end it. Please. You know that i won't abuse the safeword.“
She doesn't answer on that, though. I open a button on her blouse, then another one, all the time kissing and caressing her neck and throat. Her full breasts are so soft and yummy. I let go of her and push her down on her back. Slowly undressing her i kiss and lick my way down from her throat to her breast, sucking her nipples, biting them.
„Harder!“ she moans. I bite on her nipple, pulling it out until i hear her inhaling sharply. My left hand is on her inner thigh, pushing her leg upward until it rests on the back of the sofa. The right is squeezing the breast, now pinching the nipple. I think it must be quite painfull, but to my surprise she just moans and orders me to squeeze and bite more. All the time playing with her tit i kiss her belly, then the bellybutton, my kisses tracing a direct line to her throbbing pussy. My fingers don't meet no resistance when i slide inside her and begin to fuck her fast and hard with two fingers. She roughly grabs two handfulls of my hair and directs my tongue to her clit. But licking is not what i have in mind. At least not all. When the clit is fully erect i start to nibble it, then the nibbling becomes biting, but still she doesn't push me way or tell me to stop. Instead, she begins to moan loader, little screams escape her lips.
The thought of fistfucking Mistress crosses my mind. I've never experienced that, only read about it. But no, she's my Mistress, i can't fistfuck her, that is out of the question. So i keep biting her clit and fingerfucking her, going easy when she's about to come until finally she orders me to make her cum. And cum she does, hard, with bucking hips and clenching her fists on my hair.
When she finally relaxes i push up her legs to lick all her juices off of her. Seeing her cute asshole i regret to be a woman for the first time in my life. No matter who's the Mistress and who's the slave, if i had a cock; i would fuck her butt right now.

[MissConfused]

Zoe forgave me, but I still have a lust for pain.
Her only request is that she be allowed to use her safe-word when necessary.
I explain to her how we can also have a safe-signal for the times she is gagged.
I promise I will always stop when she asks me to.

Then OH GOD! she fucked me like she never has before!
I don’t know how many times I came, but I am dizzy and weak. Her tongue is magical today.
Did the pain bring out new powers in her.

But my lust for pain grows stronger every time Zoe licks my clit. I know I can’t ask her BUT there must be more pain.
I sit up and Zoe I embrace and kiss passionately for several minutes.
There must be more pain. I can not resist!
I pull my head back and look eye to eye with Zoe.
How will she react to my request?

I look down at Zoe’s beautifully bruised breasts and in a soft voice I whisper “PLEASE hurt me!”
She strokes my hair for a minute then stands and takes me by the hand into the bedroom…

[lucy]

What the... Me? Hurting my Mistress? Why should i do something like that? And how? I'm genuinely confused and at a loss. The thought of me hurting her has never crossed my mind. I sit there, holding my Mistress and think. And think. What should i do? She's my Mistress, i'm not supposed to inflict pain on her. But then again, she asked me to. Or ordered me, although i'm not sure if „PLEASE hurt me“ qualifies as an order.
And what if i end up liking it? When i get off by whipping my Mistress? Will our relationship ever be the same again? Can i top her now and then slip back into being a slave as if nothing has happened?
I hesitantly get up and lead her to the bedroom. What to do now? I tell her to lie on her back and tie her to the bed, spreadeagled, with two cushions under her butt. Oh my god, she's so beautiful. Her full breasts, stretched almost flat now, the lovely hips, her silky mound, the slit i love so much, the lips slightly parted, exposing the pink petals of her inner labia... I don't want to hurt her. I want to devour her, taste her body, feel her soft skin on my lips, her wetness on my tongue... I turn away and fetch a silk cloth to blindfold her.
„Please, Mistress, just say 'stop' and i will stop immediately.“ She nods her head.
Hurt her, well, if it really has to be ... but how? I walk over to the „toy-closet“ but don't see anything i'd like to use. Floggers, whips, dildoes, clamps ... it all seems inappropriate. I turn back and climb onto the bed, looking at Mistress. And then it finally hits me. I lie on top of her and begin to kiss her throat, kissing harder and turn the kissing into biting, slowly sliding down to her breasts. I suck her breast gently but suddenly let it go to bury me incisors deep in the soft flesh her flank. She's bucking underneath me and a little scream escapes her lips. I see that i left a red mark, the imprints my teeth have left are already filling with blood beneath the skin.
I resume to suck on her breasts, but not for long. I start to bite her torso hard, on both sides. The marks look nice, she will have a reminder for several days to come. Mistress is moaning and her moaning doubles when i start to rub her pussy with my breast. But she wanted to be hurt, so i slide further down, giving her clit only two, three quick flicks with the tongue.
Hmmm, her inner thighs are so soft and smooth, and she's so helpless. I caress them with mouth and tongue and hands. When she's moving with the rythm of my caresses, i bite her hard again. This time it was a bit too much, i taste blood on my tongue, her scream in my ears. I wait for her to stop me, but once again she doesn't say a word.
„Are you ok, Mistress?“
„Of course I am, silly!“
I don't know how many times or how long i bite her, but her thighs are covered with marks from my teeth, a couple of them are oozing a little blood. I suck it all off, lick the small wounds and then i make her cum once again, biting and sucking her clit. She's covered in sweat, her body is flushed where i have bitten her, and she is even more gorgeous now than before.
I go get something to drink and hold her head while she drinks the water. Taking a couple of big gulps myself, i keep looking at her, devouring the sight of her splayed on the bed, her pussy thrust upward by the cushions...
Ohmigod, i love her so much...
But i didn't bring only water from the kitchen. Holding the candle carefully i sit on her pelvis and softly rub my pussy against hers. Hmmm. Now how's that, a slave fucking herself on her Mistress' pussy...
The first drop of wax hits her completely unprepared. She yelps, but again, no 'stop'. The wax falls on her breasts, her belly, she flinches and wiggles and moans and i keep fucking myself on her, moaning and groaning and then i get in some kind of frenzy, lean back and start to let the wax drip on both our pussies at the same time. It hurts, but the pain almost doesn't register, i lower the candle and it hurts more and then the flame almost touches our pussies and it is really hurting now but still she doesn't stop me and then i can't take it anymore and blow the candle out and lie on my back, breathing heavily, rubbing, pinching, tweezing both our throbbing, sore clits until we orgasm.
I lie between her legs, panting and sweating, for a long time. Finally i climb on top of her again and ask her if it was good and whether she had enough.
„You were wonderful, but please go on. I need more pain.“ Oh my. I really had hoped she'd be satisfied by now. It wasn't all that bad to hurt her, especially the wax part, but now i really don't know what else i should do.
„I'll be right back with you, Mistress“ i say and go to the bathroom. On the way back i see an ordinary rubber band lying on a dresser. Hmm. Those sure hurt when my older brothers shot them at each other. Or at my butt.
I guess it will hurt pretty bad when it hits directly on a very sensitive body part, without the danger of doing damage. But before i head back to the bedroom i call some pizza delivery. I'm starved, and i'm sure Mistress will be hungry too, once we're finished.
I look at myself in the mirror when i return to the bedroom, twisting and turning the rubber band in my hand. The smile on my face definitely would qualify as 'wicked'. Hmm, i do enjoy this, a bit at least. But i know it's only playing, as soon as Mistress is untied, i'll be her slave again. Nah, wrong, i'm her slave now, i'm just doing what she wants me to do. Like any good slave would.
Kneeling between her legs i untie the blindfold, kissing her on her full lips.
„This one will really hurt. At least i think so. So, better be prepared.“ She cranes her neck to look what i hold in my hand, but i don't let her see it. I carefully part her labia, stretch the rubber band and let it smack on her left lip. She howls and i regret not to have her gagged. I don't like to hear my Mistress howling. Anyway, i'll just have to live with it.
'Smack'. Her other lip. This time i stretched the band even more. She bucks and wiggles against her restraints.
„You know where the next will land, right, Mistress? Do you want me to continue?“
This will really hurt, and she knows it. She nods her head and tries to relax. 'Relax'. Pfff, as if one can relax when one knows that sometime in the very near future there will be unbearable pain. Crap.
You don't relax in such a situation. You're just tense, anxious, worried, maybe a wee little tiny bit expectant. But definitely not relaxed. At least i am not. But still, i tried to relax too, in her situation. To no avail, though.
I stretch the rubber band as far as it would go.
'SMACK'
I hear her howl in agony, a couple of tears running down her cheeks, and then i untie her and kiss her tears away and i hold her and we kiss. And i'm her slave and she's my Mistress. And that's the way it will always be.

[MissConfused]

Oh the pain was ecstatic, my body is electric with sensations.
Zoe caused me such pleasure that I never expected she could. I must never lose this slave no matter what it takes to keep her.

I lay on the bed with Zoe’s head nestled on my stomach. I stroke her hair and think dirty thoughts. We MUST fuck!
Then the doorbell rings. Who the hell is that!?
Zoe explains that she ordered a pizza. I am tempted to tell her to ignore it, maybe they’ll go away. No, I can’t do that. I order her to go to the shoebox and take out money. “Be sure to tip him $10 and you must remain naked” I instruct her.
She returns to the bed a few minutes later with the food. I ask her if the delivery boy enjoyed his extra special tip. “It was a delivery girl” Zoe tells me “and she smiled at me!” Well Zoe is certainly becoming confident in herself.

God I really hate pizza but Zoe is happy about ordering dinner so I eat a few bites. I really don’t want to take another bite but I am feeling playful. When Zoe takes her next bite I reach over and shove her hand into her face. Her face is covered with tomato sauce and all the toppings.
She looks startled but that doesn’t last long. She quickly grabs another piece of pizza and rubs it all over my breasts. FOOD FIGHT!
Eventually we stop playing when we are both covered in pizza parts and my silk sheets are stained beyond repair. Oh it is so much fun licking the pizza off of each other. Maybe I enjoy pizza after all.

Once we both exhaust each other with our tongues we take a hot bubble bath. I know we will never get clean in the bathtub as we bring each other to several orgasms.
STOP! I command. My body can not take any more. I instruct Zoe to take a shower BY HERSELF. I want to join her but I know what will happen if I do.

It is late Sunday night when we finally are both clean and cuddling on the divan.
I have so much work to do! I brought several reports home with me from the office. If I tell Zoe to leave now I can probably finish reading them by two in the morning.
“Go” I tell her “I have work I must complete.”
She has a hurt look on her face. Did she think she could stay forever? She is my slave and I expect her to do as I command.
The thought crosses my mind, perhaps Zoe should move in with me. It would be nice to have a slave to come home to after the typical day at work. It would be so nice to have someone rub my feet at the end of the day and relieve my stress.
This is a thought for later. I need to test her a few more times before I command her to move in with me.

Be back nest Saturday at ten I remind her as she gets dressed.

On Monday I take the silk sheets to the cleaners. I tell the man behind the counter why there are red stains all over the sheets.
I doubt he believes the reason I give him for the stains. He tells me he will do his best to remove them.
I imagine he is sniffing the stains after I leave to see if he can smell the special scents of a woman. Won’t he be disappointed when all he smells is tomato sauce.

[MissConfused]

Zoe appears promptly at ten in the morning. Good I was afraid she forgot her training. I am wearing my floor length terry cloth robe again with nothing underneath. I follow her into the second bedroom while she is getting dressed in her maid’s uniform.
Once again I stop her when she is completely naked and call her to me where I open my robe and wrap it around us.
She is so warm next to my skin. I am tempted to order her to my bed but my apartment needs cleaning.
I am feeling a bit mischievous so I order Zoe to remain naked while I place the leather locking belt around her waist. Then I lock both of her wrists to her sides and order her to go stand in front of the window facing the alley-way again.
“Let me know if anyone spots you” I order her. Soon she says the same group of four young men are looking at her and waving. She says one is holding up a sign. I walk over to see what it says but am unable to make it out.
While I am trying to read the sign I notice there are actually several men in several windows leering at Zoe.
One of the older men has his cock in his hand and is masturbating while watching her!

Enough! My apartment needs cleaning. I call Zoe back to the bedroom and release her from the belt. She puts on her maid’s uniform and starts to clean my apartment while I enjoy my book.
After two hours it appears she is done. She asks for permission to remove her uniform, I of course tell her no. I have other plans in mind.
She and I put on our coats and prepare to go shopping. Zoe’s coat barely covers her bottom and it definitely does not cover her garter and nylons. She looks like a French maid who is barelyyyy covered.

We head out the door and go to the grocer’s. There are several items I need. Of course Zoe must carry the packages.
Once we are finished at the grocer’s we head to the deli. She is heavily loaded down with packages and occasionally must lean over to regrasp them. Everyone is getting a splendid view of her bottom.

I notice the mother’s of some young children are getting upset. I can understand so I finish up our shopping and load Zoe down with all the packages then we head home to my apartment.

Finally back at the apartment I am famished. I order Zoe to prepare a lunch from the delights I purchased at the deli. While she is preparing lunch I open a bottle of wine and fetch the leather waist belt.
I order her to remove her clothing and once again I lock her in the belt with her wrists locked to her sides.
“Hop onto your stool” I order her and delightfully I proceed to feed her lunch. I remember how much I enjoyed sharing wine with her previously so I sip a mouthful of wine and lean forward to spill it into Zoe’s mouth.
She remembers well and swallows the wine spilling only one drop.
We share our lunch this way; I feed Zoe and she eagerly swallows and occasionally we share a mouthful of wine.
This is heaven!

But she must be taught she is still a slave.
I order her off the stool and command her to kiss my feet while I think.
Eventually I have her rise and lead her into my bedroom.
My mind is out of new ideas so I revert to old proven methods. I stretch her spread eagle on her belly on the bed. Then I whip her, not only her bottom but her back as well, until her body is crimson.
Then I release just one of her ankles so that she has some room to move, just enough room for her to raise her hips while I mount her with the strapon.

I must come up with new ideas if I wish to keep my slave excited. I still think about commanding her to move into my apartment.
Perhaps if I can be more creative I will order her to share my apartment.

In the meantime there is still the master/slave party coming up in two weeks. I think maybe we should go so that I may come up with new ideas how to treat my Zoe.

It can be a brutal, but exciting party. I need to think if I am willing to subject her to such pain and humiliation again, maybe I am…