Red wine, crimson lips

[MissConfused]

I don’t know for sure why I am still upset with Zoe. Well that’s a lie. I still suspect she has played with that other mistress named Nicole. How else would she have known about Zoe’s brand?
Zoe is home alone for days when I travel. Has she been cheating on me?

Well my pleasure is going to be Zoe’s pain. I revel in the thought of hearing her cry.
I gather a six foot piece of rope and tie knots in it every foot and hand it to Zoe.
She is to rub the rope between her legs, specifically between her lips, back and forth as if she were drying herself with a towel but instead she will be using a painful rope.
She does as she is commanded but hides her pain. I WANT TO SEE HER IN PAIN!
Finally tears start to run down her cheeks. I decide it is almost time to stop, but not quite yet, let her rub herself a few more times with the knots.

Finally I tell her to stop and hand me the rope. God it stinks!
I have Zoe turn around in front of me and I tie her wrists and elbows together behind her. With her arms bound behind her like that she has no choice but to thrust her breasts forward.

I put her collar on and attach a leash to the collar and then tie her knees together and secure the leash to her knees.

I look at her bent over with her arms behind her and her bottom sticking out.
There is that brand that has caused my anger! With my anger at a pitch I begin to whip Zoe’s legs and bottom with a cane. Instead of calming me down it angers me even more as I continue to strike her harder and harder each time.
Finally she cries out “please mistress no more.” I realize I have been too brutal and stop caning her. OUCH! she is definitely going to have some marks from this session.

I order her to hobble over to the edge of the bed while I fetch my newest toy.
It is the largest dildo I could find to fit in my strap-on harness.
I untie Zoe’s knees but keep her arms bound then I push her forward so that she hits face first onto the bed standing bent over besides the bed.
I spread her legs and viciously slam the giant dildo into her pussy!
Why am I still so angry at her? I fuck her harder and harder. The dildo is too large and eventually she cries out with each thrust.
She shouldn’t cry that only makes me madder and I ram the dildo into her even harder.

Eventually my hips grow sore and I stop. I notice Zoe is crying more so than usual.
I probably have been too harsh on her but I am jealous that she would cheat on me.

Finally I believe it is time to confront Zoe. I order her to kneel in front of me while I sit on the edge of the bed.
“Who is Mistress Nicole? Have you been serving her while I am out of town?”
Zoe starts crying immediately. So it is true and she has been caught. She tries to speak but I stop her.
“You are my property and I can do anything with you that I please. I may drag you out of my apartment right now and leave you in the gutter bound as you are now! Or maybe I will give you to Master Torture. He seemed to enjoy you very much!”

Zoe tries to interrupt me but it only makes me angrier. Finally when I am tired of yelling at her I get up to leave the room. She cries out “PLEASE! Mistress Nicole is only a friend. She is someone I knew before I met you!”

“Was she previously your mistress?” I ask her. “No she was only a friend” she cries out.
“Why does she know about your brand?” I angrily ask her.
Impatiently I wait for her to answer my question…

[lucy]

What the fuck???
No, that's wrong, what i actually mean is: W H A T - T H E - F U C K?!?!?
Whatever happened to simply asking? What about communication??? What on earth did i do wrong? Or if i didn't do anything wrong, what else can i do to convince Mistress that there ain't nobody i'm serving but her? That i never even thought of serving anybody but her?

Of course the smart thing to do now would be to relax, count slowly to ten, or maybe ten thousand, to calm down a bit before i say something. But then again, my bum has just been beaten to something very similar to a meatloaf and my womb is possibly located somewhere near my throat after she fucked me with that supersized dildo. Not surprisingly, coolness and serenity are definitely not embracing me right now.

At least i manage not to scream at her, but i'm definitely hysterical. „Nicole and me, we're old friends, we went to high school together, we go to the gym together, she sees me there when we shower. That's where she saw that branding! And i have never ever thought about serving her. I mean, NEVER!“ I pause to take a breath, but before Mistress can think about saying something i go on:“Just so you know: I love you, Mistress, like i never loved anyone before and i would never cheat on you, wouldn't even think about it, but if you don't trust me you better say so and i'm out of your life in a minute!“

I know i have gone too far, but to hell with it! As far as i know i've never complained, not even when that psycho-shithead sewed my cunt shut! I've always been faithful to my Mistress. I think i've been a good slave, and if that's not true, then at least i can honestly say i did my best. I just don't deserve that fucking crap!!!
Maybe i should get up and walk out on her, or maybe i shouldn't.
I don't know what i should do. But i do know that kneeling in front of her feels wrong, for the first time ever.

[MissConfused]

Mistress Nicole and Zoe are old friends?
I feel like a fool for being so jealous. I felt so much pain in my heart when I thought Zoe had betrayed me.

She is thinking of leaving? I explain to her that she is my possession and my slave but I will never chain her in a dungeon.
She is my slave because she wishes to be, not because I am physically restraining her. She may leave anytime she wishes.
I notice there is a quizzical look on her face. Is she possibly considering leaving?
I must know, I instruct her to fetch her collar and leash from the closet and place them on if she wishes to stay.

Zoe places on the collar and hands the leash to me. I climb into bed and pull the leash bringing Zoe to me.
She starts to slide down between my legs but I tell her no and pull her up next to me.
“There will be no sex, only passionate embraces” I tell her and we hug and kiss as hungry lovers trying to devour one another.
After a long time we come to rest embraced in each other’s arms. I love Zoe although as her Mistress I must never tell her that.
We start to slip into a peaceful slumber when I feel a tear run down my cheek.
I hope she didn’t see that, a Mistress must not show weakness.

After a brief sleep I wake up and tell Zoe we have a busy day ahead. We are going to New Years Eve parties. Not as Mistress and slave but as two lovers having a wonderful time celebrating.

When I look at the welts I have left on her I realize she can not wear a skimpy dress. After thinking for a moment I have an idea.
We go to an adult clothing store and buy her a latex cat suit. The suit covers her welts and looks extremely HOT on her.
What better way to bring in the new year than to have Zoe as my escort.

I find the latex so sexy that I decide I must purchase a very tight short latex dress for myself. I also purchase a collar for myself.

Zoe and I return to my apartment to catch a quick nap before getting ready for the parties.
We will be partying until late the next morning. I don’t want either of us to tire out.

Finally we are both ready to PAR-TEE.
I am amazed at the number of stares that Zoe receives at each of the parties. I knew men would be staring at her but I am surprised when I see other women staring at her.

God do we ever draw stares when we hug and kiss each other while dancing. I’m sure the site of us passionately kissing drives the men wild. I suspect a few have cum in their pants while watching us.

Finally at ten o’clock the next morning we arrive home both of us exhausted. Zoe helps me get off my tight dress and I help her out of her cat suit.
Naked and exhausted I climb into bed. Zoe begins to lay at my feet when I tell her I want her to lay next to me so that we may snuggle.

Just before we drift off to sleep I remind Zoe “you may leave at anytime. I won’t physically restrain you. You are my property at your own will…”

[lucy]

Hmm, well, ok, i mean, i know i can leave any time i want to. After all we're in the states, slavery has been abolished some time ago. But i don't want, that's the point. It's exactly what i don't want to do. But if Mistress doesn't trust me it might be better if i go. Well, i guess she does feel a bit ashamed, but can't bring herself to say she's sorry. Too bad, i wouldn't certainly have a problem with her showing some weakness or admitting she made a mistake. I'm not stupid enough to believe that just because she's my Mistress she must never make a mistake or be perfect. And it would be nice if she showed me that she realized that she was wrong. But she probably can't, for whatever reason.

Anyway, i guess i got my point across and the kissing and snuggling is just too nice. So is the partying and dancing. I never liked dancing too much, the loud music, the ogling guys, the uppity chicks... With Charon it's different though, her enthusiasm is kinda contagious and i'm totally enjoying myself, even if i'm aware that we're drawing a lot of stares.
The catsuit is like some reversed wetsuit: I'm more or less swimming in my own juices and sweat, which gets me even hornier. However, the welts on my butt and legs start to hurt again after a while and when we finally get home in the late morning it's almost unbearable. At the same time it's also incredibly arousing, the kissing and fondling with Mistress, the wetness under the latex, the pain and the fact that we're being watched and envied. I'd like to go down on Charon right here and now...
Too bad we're both way too exhausted when we finally get home in the late morning. Holding and snuggling we fall asleep and the last thing i hear is “you may leave at anytime. I won’t physically restrain you. You are my property at your own will…”

When i wake up it's already dark. I'm starved and dehydrated because since going to the toilet was a real bitch what with the catsuit i didn't drink a lot last night. After i drained a jug of water i go back to the bedroom and begin to gently kiss Mistress' throat. She stirs in her sleep, but doesn't wake up. I don't know if i should go down on her, but if she doesn't want me to she can stop me anytime. I think she will wake up soon, hehehe...
I spend a long time caressing her breasts, sucking on her nipples, biting them softly before i slide further down to play with her pussy and drink her juices. Finally she is fully awake, grabbing my hair, pressing my head onto her pussy. I lick and suck her folds and clit, fucking her with two fingers until she cums screaming. After a while i get up to kneel between her legs. She's so beautiful and i love her so much, the mere thought of not being with her almost breaks my heart.
„I don't want to leave you, Mistress and i won't ever cheat on you. Never ever.“

[MissConfused]

She won’t ever cheat on me or leave me. I wonder if she realizes it will crush my heart if she ever did.
”DAMN-IT! When did I fall in love with this slave?” I think to myself as I lay exhausted from Zoe’s tongue.
I jokingly think to myself “she can go but she has to leave her tongue behind.”
What a cruel thing to think. I am amusingly ashamed of myself.

Then what I had feared happens; I must feel pain and humiliation. Jon is very good at making me beg and cry but he is not here.

I sternly order Zoe to go fetch her favorite toys.
When she returns with her arms loaded with toys I give her a DEMAND; you are to be my mistress for the morning and I will be your slave.
“Do to me whatever you wish, I demand you to humiliate and hurt me!
I will have a safe word of ‘daffodil’ you are only to stop when I utter that word. I want you to make me beg and cry!”
I don’t know why I gave her a safe word, I know I will never use it.

A look of confusion comes in her eyes. Then it is quickly replaced with a smirk on her lips.
She commands me to stand up while she ties a blindfold on me. I am then commanded to raise my arms above my head as far as possible and stand on my toes.

I do as she commands and almost instantly feel the first strike of the cane slash my bottom.
I start to wonder if I have made a mistake…