by Selena Kitt
Sam lay facedown on the bed, her face buried into the pillow, holding onto the iron head-board and twitching her thighs, waiting for Lauren to start beating her naked backside. She didn’t have to wait long.
Lauren raised the black leather belt and swung it through the air. It landed with a crack on its target, causing Sam to gasp at the sudden pain that seared across her backside. She was still trying to draw breath when Lauren brought the belt down again. It was even more agonizing. A third and fourth stroke followed in swift succession and then down came the belt again. Each time Lauren struck Sam with it she made a noise into the pillow and her body twisted as if trying to get her grip loose from the headboard. She’s loving it, the whore, Lauren thought. And so was Lauren. Her pulse was raging and there was a burning feeling between her legs. But that wasn’t all. She felt liberated somehow, as if she was unleashing something deep within herself that she’d kept restrained for far too long.
As the savage beating continued, Sam began to tense and untense her thighs desperately to try and contain the furious pain, but to no avail. Lauren continued to thrash her backside mercilessly, causing numerous welts to spring there like fresh cut flowers. Sam was crying and moaning into the muffling pillow. Her naked lacerated body glistened with sweat, her thighs with love juice.
Lauren finally stopped beating her and put the belt to one side. ‘You like being fisted by Lisa, do you?’ she said and Sam nodded into the pillow.
‘Turn over,’ Lauren instructed, her eyes still blazing but with something much more than anger now. Jesus, she was enjoying this. Her heart was pounding and her pussy was wet. Her nipples had become as tight as stones. She felt full of sexual energy, full of power.
Sam twisted, releasing her hold on the headboard as she rolled onto her back, her body arching towards Lauren. She was slack-mouthed and her eyes were glazed with lust, her pupils so dilated that she seemed almost to have no iris. She opened her legs wide apart, wantonly wide. Her pussy was wet and sticky and dripping with liquid.
Then Lauren put a hand down on her and started to rub, started to grind her fingers against her clitoral bud. She put two fingers into the slickness of her pussy, feeling the soft wet darkness of her insides. And Sam thrust her hips lasciviously against her probing fingers. She was in a delirium of lust, knowing more—much more—was to come.
Lauren’s fingers were really working her pussy now and she twisted a third one in. She drove all three of them deep inside her, plunging hard into her wet sex. Sam was tight around her fingers as Lauren snaked her hand down to rub her stiff shiny clitoris again, this time with her thumb, and at the same time she inserted a fourth finger into her wet, wet vagina.
She forged deep into her wetness several times before she inserted her thumb. She had her whole hand inside Sam’s sex now, plunged into the hot oozing wetness of her. Sam’s breath was coming quicker and quicker. Her sex was soaking, drenched. Lauren’s hand was drenched too as she pushed and pushed until Sam climaxed, shaking and moaning. Her face screwed up as her orgasm reached its peak and she cried out loudly. Lauren removed her hand. Her palm and wrist were soaked. The bedspread was wet with juice.
Now for that bitch Lisa, Lauren thought. She picked up Sam’s cell-phone from the dressing table and threw it in her direction. ‘Phone her,’ she said
‘Who?’
‘Don’t play dumb with me,’ Lauren snapped. ‘Lisa, who else?’
‘What do you want me to say?’
‘Tell her I’m away for a couple of days,’ Lauren said. ‘Tell her you need her now, this evening.’
‘What if she says she can’t come?’
‘Do it.’
‘I will but…’
‘Just do it, bitch,’ Lauren cut in. ‘Tell her to be here in an hour’s time.’
Sam did it, she made the call. Then she handed the cell-phone back to Lauren.
‘What did she say?’ Lauren asked.
‘She said she’d come round.’
‘In an hour?’
‘In an hour.’
Great, Lauren thought. Fantastic. Enough time to do what she wanted to do. She left Sam on her back and went to the chest of drawers and put the cell-phone back on its top. She opened a drawer and took out three black silken scarves. She tied Sam’s wrists to the bedstead with two of them and used the third to blindfold her. Last but not least, Lauren took hold of her own discarded black thong and stuffed it into Sam’s mouth.
Fast forward an hour. A sharp buzz broke the silence of the apartment. Lauren went to the panel by the front door to respond. ‘Yeah,’ she said in a passable imitation of Sam’s voice.
‘It’s me,’ Lisa said, announcing her presence at the apartment block’s entry panel. Lauren buzzed her in so that she could push open the front door. A few moments later there was another sharp sound, the doorbell. Lauren was still naked when she opened the door. Lisa looked startled. She gave a sharp intake of breath not at Lauren’s nudity but that it was her, not Sam, who had come to the door. Lauren had gone away for a couple of days, that’s what Sam had said. What the hell was going on?
Lauren looked at the girl’s confused face and then let her gaze wander down her body. She had to admit she could see why Sam had fallen in lust with Lisa. She was remarkably good looking, a brunette with a small pretty nose, full lips and clean white teeth. She had a youthful face and unusual grey eyes. Lauren didn’t like her eyes, though. They looked sly.
Lisa was dressed in a dark top with no bra, her nipples stiff and sticking out underneath the fabric. She also had on a skimpy black leather skirt—no more than a pelmet—and flat black pumps. She was quite petite and her hands, their nails covered in dark red polish, were small. They were positively dainty, Lauren thought. She used one of those tiny hands to fist Sam. So fucking what!
‘Where’s Sam?’ Lisa asked suspiciously.
Lauren gazed at her with a calmness she didn’t feel. Then her lips slowly broke into a reassuring smile. ‘Don’t be concerned,’ she said. ‘Everything’s okay. Sam’s told me all about your affair with her and I don’t mind.’
Lisa’s mouth fell open. ‘You don’t?’
‘No, not at all,’ Lauren said, holding her with her blue eyes, her winning smile, her seductive smile. Her voice remained perfectly calm, belying the seething emotions she felt within. ‘I want you too,’ she added. ‘Sam and I both want you.’
Lauren watched her think, could see her breath quickening. ‘You do?’ Lisa asked
‘Un huh.’
‘Oh.’ She was lost for words.
‘Come into the bedroom,’ Lauren said. ‘Sam’s waiting there for you—for us. Follow me.’
Lisa gasped in surprise and ill-concealed erotic pleasure when she was confronted by the sight of Sam in the bedroom, wrists bound to the headboard, blindfolded and gagged. Her eyes gleamed too and her breathing became short and shallow. Lauren could see her excitement, could tell she was really turned on. This was going to be her kind of sex.
‘Take off your clothes,’ Lauren said.
‘Sure,’ Lisa smirked. She tried to present a cool exterior as she undressed, like she did this sort of thing all the time, it was no big deal. But her eyes were even shinier now, her breathing even shallower and her face had become heavily flushed. She looked good naked, Lauren thought. She was well shaped and had high small breasts with nipples as hard as bullets. Her sex was shaven clean.
Lisa chewed at her lip and waited for Lauren to tell her what to do next. This was Lauren’s show, she’d clearly decided. And she was more than happy to be a part of it.
‘Time to play,’ Lauren said, gesturing to Lisa to come over to the bedside. ‘I want you to get onto your hands and knees on the bed and lick Sam out.’ Lisa obediently got onto all fours and brought her lips to Sam’s sex. She was soon sucking and licking her pussy voraciously, making her shiver and squirm in her bonds.
Lauren buckled on a strap-on dildo and doused it with lube as Lisa continued to move her tongue hungrily ov
er the slippery lips of Sam’s sex, lapping at her, drinking from her. Lauren admired the way Lisa wiggled her backside in the air, admired the straining hollow of her hips, as she worked so energetically on Sam’s pussy with her mouth and tongue.
Lauren didn’t rush to start fucking Lisa but she didn’t waste any time either. She eased the strap-on dildo into Lisa’s tight moist sex, causing her to issue a pussy-muffled groan of pleasure. Lauren started to slowly pump into her from behind. All the while Lisa continued to lick and lap at Sam, her face glistening with her juices.
Lauren carried on fucking Lisa with the strap-on, thrusting in and out in a slow rhythmic motion, her hands on her quivering thighs as Lisa continued to lick inside Sam. Finally Sam groaned deeply beneath her gag and shuddered and shook to an almighty climax.
Lisa hadn’t climaxed though, Lauren knew that. But then Lauren wasn’t finished either, not by a long chalk. She withdrew the strap-on from Lisa’s wet pussy and, pulling her head back by her hair roughly, began to push the dildo into the opening of her anus.
Lisa squealed. ‘You’re hurting me,’ she whimpered.
‘Good,’ Lauren replied as she pushed the dildo through her tight sphincter and entered her fully.
She started to move in and out, pushing the dildo right inside each time, and before long Lisa began to push herself back on it as her excitement grew and her pain turned to pleasure. She moaned with the movement, luxuriated in it. Lauren had started slowly but soon speeded up her thrust, pushing hard, and Lisa started to masturbate, using her fingers on herself to the same rhythm as the dildo going in and out of her anus. Lauren went faster still, penetrated her further, hammered into her until her body was shaking to its very depths. Finally Lisa began a long drawn-out moan and climaxed convulsively.
Lauren withdrew the dildo and Lisa collapsed, panting, onto Sam. She was now laying on top of Sam—Sam her erstwhile secret lover, Sam, who was still in bondage, her wrists tied as securely as ever to the headboard, her blindfold and makeshift gag still in place.
Everything happened very quickly after that. Lauren unbuckled and removed the strap-on dildo. She climbed onto the bed and stood over Lisa and Sam with her legs apart. She unleashed a great golden stream of urine over the two women. The hot rain of piss saturated them. ‘Hey,’ protested Lisa, looking round and getting a burst of urine in the face for her trouble.
‘Fuck you,’ said Lauren.
Lauren climbed off the bed. She dried her soaking thighs with Lisa’s blouse and threw it onto the two piss-sodden women. She put on her dress and shoes. She stared at Lisa and Sam with quiet contempt as she was dressing, her eyes as hard as rivets. Lauren strode over to stand next to the bed. She took in a deep breath and let it out. Then she lifted Sam’s piss-bespattered blindfold. Lauren looked for a long moment direct into Sam’s startled, panic-stricken eyes. They were so wide she could see the whites above and below the pupils
‘I’m leaving you, Sam, you cunt,’ Lauren spat out finally, fixing her with her most withering gaze yet. ‘We are no longer friends. In fact I don’t ever want to see your treacherous face again. I think you’re contemptible. I’ll leave you to the person you deserve, this sly-eyed bitch—your ever so dominant lover. What a fucking joke, that is!’
Sam’s eyes remained as wide as saucers. ‘Mnhhhhh,’ was all she could manage from beneath her gag.
‘That’s the most intelligent thing I’ve heard you say in a long time,’ Lauren said with a dry laugh. ‘Oh and Sam—my thong,’ she added, pushing the makeshift gag it was being used for further into her mouth. ‘You can keep it. Consider it a gift.’
Lauren slung her handbag over her shoulder and took hold of the small suitcase she’d hastily packed earlier while she and the blindfolded, gagged and bound Sam had been awaiting Lisa’s arrival. As Lauren walked out of the front door of the apartment, she couldn’t stop herself smiling, thin mirthless smile though it was. Revenge is sweet, she said to herself. And it’s sour, too. As sour as piss.
About Alex Jordaine
Alex Jordaine is the author of various works of Femdom erotica, both novels and short story collections, and is regarded as one of the foremost writers of the genre (Romance Reviews Today says Alex Jordaine’s work “gets a Multiple O’s rating. A real BDSM lover’s dream”). Alex is a regular contributor to Europe’s leading fetish magazine, Secret, and his work has also been anthologised in several collections of gay, lesbian, spanking and general themed erotica. He and his long term partner, Mistress G, have been involved in the UK fetish scene for a number of years and are also naturists.
Misty’s Tale
By Jennifer Campbell
“What do you mean, be your slave? You can’t possibly mean actually give up my freedom and serve you, sexually and otherwise? Do people do that?” As Misty looked at her lover her big hazel eyes indicated her surprise at what he had just suggested to her. She had always thought submission and bondage were confined to a freaky segment of the population. The sort of people who read those kinky books she’d seen in the bookstore, but then she remembered the time when she’d been drawn to open one those books and she began to read what was inside. She recalled she’d been so aroused by what she read it became hard to stop and put the book back on the shelf.
“No, no, many people have D/s relationships, normal folks like you and I. The submission of one partner to the other is exciting and it adds spice to your love life.” Even though they were in the public square with dozens of people walking about around them, Marcel slowly reached down and touched her breast feeling her stiff nipple through her thin bra and silk blouse. “Your nipples are hard at my suggestion, Misty. Does the idea of being my slave excite you?”
Her staid New England upbringing made Misty instinctively pull away from his fingers rubbing her breast, but she realized it wasn’t because she didn’t like him touching her in public. No, her action was more learned societal restraint taught to her by her mother. Misty had long since bypassed her mother’s strict teachings and established her own sexuality. Truthfully she knew letting Marcel play with her nipples here in public thrilled her.
Meeting Marcel had been like a passionate, sexual whirlwind to Misty. It had only been a just over a month since the handsome French student had entered her life with his dark soulful eyes penetrating her soul. It was all a blur now, powerful feelings of lust, deep emotions, and the fulfillment of so many of her fantasies through this foreign boyfriend who she still couldn’t believe had made the first move to get to know her. She had wondered why her, because in her mind Marcel’s curly sienna hair and ripped chest made him the kind of guy who she wouldn’t have stood a chance with back in high school.
Misty knew she was basically attractive with a slim figure and long red hair which got some attention, but her boobs were right on the line between B and C cup which didn’t wow the guys. Every time Marcel’s dark eyes looked at her, Misty still wondered; why did he choose me?
Misty would have blushed full red had her mother known how things had gone with Marcel. They had kissed and he’d touched her intimately on the very first date and she’d only been able to resist his charm for three days before they were in her bed exploring each other’s bodies. After her sexual capitulation, it had only been another week before he’d moved into her tiny off-campus apartment and they’d been living together. Misty couldn’t help but wonder how long this bliss would last before this relationship dried up and blew away like all the others in her life had.
Having pushed away from his hand on her breast, she now reached out and grabbed his hand pulling it back to her breasts and giggling as she did. The giggle was her way of easing her tension about the slave question. “So you really want me to be your slave?”
He touched her hair and kissed her face making her feel so loved. “More than anything, Mon ami, it would be perfect and I would make it perfect for you.”
This Misty did not understand. How could things be perfect for the slave? “How would you do that? Isn’t
the dominance and submission stuff all about the satisfaction of the dominant?”
“No, no, again you misunderstand. It should be good for both of us. As your Master it is my job to see that you are thrilled by the things I have you do. We will have to be very open and you will have to tell all your sexual fantasies so I can make them come true for you. I promise you right now, Misty, your submission to me will be bliss.” He held her close to him as he played with her covered breasts and Misty’s arousal grew as people unknowingly moved around them.
The idea of playing out her sexual fantasies intrigued Misty as she had expected the submission thing was about her indulging his fantasies. However her mind shifted gears and she immediately thought of an all important question. “What would happen if I were bad? Would I be punished?” As soon as the question left Misty’s pink frosted lips she knew how she hoped he’d answer.
“Very definitely you would be punished, Mon ami, a slave must obey her Master.” His dark eyes twinkled as he looked down at her and she caught her breath because his answer made her insane with desire.
Misty had made a quite exciting discovery back in high school in a most shocking and unusual way. She was simply a train wreck in History and her teacher, Mr. Davis had become so frustrated with her failing grades he had asked her to stay after school for extra help. Well to Misty’s surprise the extra help had come in the form of Mr. Davis taking her over his knee and baring her to her panties for a bum-reddening spanking. Naturally she had been shocked and her first reaction was to tell the school authorities and get him in deep trouble, but what she hadn’t counted on was how sexually aroused she became during the spanking. If Mr. Davis hadn’t been old and not so attractive to her she would have begged him to fuck her. After he apologized profusely for what he’d done, she decided not to turn him in and asked him if he would punish her again if her grades didn’t improve. Yet to her dismay, Mr. Davis’ action was a one time loss of control he didn’t dare repeat and although Misty tried to get her boyfriend to spank her hard she hadn’t been able to embolden him. Yet the incident forged the link in Misty’s mind between punishment and her desire for sex and she understood how she would feel if Marcel’s hand punished her soft bottom.
