“And you want to do that?” Krista asked, leaning her face towards the woman, waiting breathlessly for their lips to connect.
“Oh yes,” the woman said, closing the distance.
Krista was unprepared for the sweetness of the woman’s kiss. Her lips were impossibly soft and her tongue darted between Krista’s lips, licking the edges and drawing a moan from deep in her throat. Krista opened her mouth, giving the woman access to explore. With a jerk, the woman pulled sharply on the clamps. Pain shot through Krista’s nipples, forcing her cry out against the woman’s mouth.
Krista’s pussy throbbed when the pain transformed into pleasure, heat traveling between her legs. The woman dragged her hand down the front of Krista’s body towards the waiting wetness below. Not daring to breathe, Krista waited for the woman to touch her, but the touch never came. The woman’s hand stopped, just below Krista’s navel, stroking the soft hairs there.
“Please,” Krista murmured against the woman’s mouth. To feel her hand so close, but not touching was torture.
“Please what, kitten?” the woman asked.
“Don’t stop.” Krista pleaded.
“Sorry kitten,” the woman said pulling away. “It’s against the rules for me to make you come unless your Master gives permission. Don’t worry though. We’ll have a chance to play again later.”
The woman walked away, leaving Krista aroused and confused. She didn’t even like girls and didn’t understand what had just happened.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t going to get a chance to think about it because her next admirer was advancing. A man this time, in his forty’s, well built and athletic.
“I was wondering if you would respond to Miranda,” the man said, smiling. “Your Master said you don’t care for women.”
“That’s her name?” Krista asked. “Miranda?”
“It is,” the man said. “Although I doubt you will ever get to use it. You will undoubtedly address her as Mistress.”
“And you?” Krista asked. “How shall I address you?”
“You won’t have much of a chance to address me at all,” the man said. “I’m quite busy with my own sub.”
“Then what are you doing here?” Krista asked.
“Teaching my sub a lesson,” the man answered.
The man snapped his fingers and a young girl in her early twenties crawled forward on her hands and knees. She wore nothing but a collar locked around her neck.
“Do you see this sub, slave?” the man asked.
“Yes Sir,” the girl replied.
“Kiss her,” the man said.
“I don’t like girls, Sir,” the girl said.
The man grabbed the slave girl by the back of her head. “You are my slave,” the man said. “You like what I tell you.”
“Yes Sir,” the girl replied, rising to her feet. “Sorry Sir.”
“Forget the kiss,” he said. “I want you to suck her nipple into your mouth and use your teeth to manipulate the clamp. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” she replied.
The slave girl leaned forward and closed her mouth around Krista’s nipple, sucking it into her mouth as she bit down on the clamp. Krista sucked a breath into her mouth and leaned her head back as her eyes closed. She didn’t know such a sensation could exist. It was like fire and ice burned simultaneously through her breast, exquisitely sweet and sharp at the same time. Just as she started to get used to it, the slave girl released her and closed her lips around the other nipple, starting the process all over again and drawing a deep moan from Krista. The slave girl released her and Krista breathed heavily trying to catch her breath.
“Did you like that slave?” the man asked.
“Yes sir,” the girl responded.
“Then drop to your knees and show her,” the man said. “Spread her legs and thank her.”
“Yes sir,” the girl said, dropping to her knees in front of Krista. She tried to pull Krista’s legs apart, but Krista held them firmly in place.
“She doesn’t want to do it,” Krista said. “I won’t let her.”
The man leaned forward, putting his face in front of Krista’s. “She has a safe word same as you. If she doesn’t use it, then she wants this. Unlike you, she has a hard time going with something, even when she likes it. That’s why she begged me to be her Master and make her do the things she wanted but couldn’t.”
Krista let her legs fall open. She was turned on and beyond caring who made her come or how if someone would just do it. If this was what the girl had chosen, then Krista understood.
The slave girl settled herself between Krista’s legs and spread her pussy lips wide. She hesitated for a moment then stuck her tongue as far into Krista’s pussy as she could. She moved her tongue in and out of Krista’s hole and then licked towards Krista’s clit. It was the touch of an amateur, but enticing none the less.
“Oh god,” Krista said. “Yes, please.”
The slave girl hesitated then sucked hard on Krista’s clit for just a moment, before pulling away. Krista sighed in frustration when the contact was broken.
“That was terrible, slave,” the man said. “Thank her properly this time. Do it again.”
The slave girl leaned forward again going directly for Krista’s clit. She sucked on it hard, then moved her head down to lap at Krista’s hole. The girl made a pattern of it, back and forth.
The man moved behind the slave girl, smacking her bottom sharply. The girl moaned against Krista’s pussy and began to suck on her clit again.
“Don’t stop,” the man said to the slave girl, slapping her ass again and again as he unfastened his pants.
“Ass or pussy,” the man said looking up at Krista.
“Huh,” Krista asked?
“She’s eating your pussy,” the man said. “I thought I would let you decide.”
Krista thought about it for a moment. “Pussy,” she said. She would rather have seen the man do the girl anally, but in a similar situation, she wasn’t sure she would want everyone to watch her getting fucked in the ass.
The man smiled and rammed his dick into the slave girl, making her cry out. She went back to sucking on Krista’s clit and the beginnings of an orgasm made their debut.
“Harder,” Krista said, getting off on the whole situation. She watched as the man pounded his dick into the slave girl. Between watching the equivalent of live porn and the girl sucking on her clit, Krista was getting incredibly turned on. Or she was, until the slave girl stopped sucking.
“Focus, slave,” Krista said. “Do it good or I will make him stop.”
“You heard her slave,” the man said stopping mid thrust. “Answer her.”
“Yes Mistress,” the slave said. “I’m sorry Mistress.”
The slave went back to sucking on Krista’s clit and the man resumed his thrusting.
“Use your hands slave,” Krista said. “I want to feel you inside me.” The slave girl pushed two fingers inside Krista’s pussy and moved them back and forth.
“Faster,” Krista said.
As Krista directed the slave girl, the man began to match their rhythm, pounding into the slave girl’s ferociously. The sounds of the girl moaning and the visual in front of her were pushing her closer and closer to her orgasm.
“Don’t stop, slave,” Krista said, wiggling. “Almost there.”
Suddenly, the man pulled the slave girl away from Krista. “You know the rules, slave,” he said as he pulled his dick out of the girl and refastened his pants. “Break them and you will never be vetted.”
“Please,” Krista begged. “Don’t go. Three seconds. PLEASE!”
“Sorry, sub,” the man said as he stood up. “Everybody here plays by the rules or they don’t play. Stand up slave and give this sub a kiss. Let her taste her pussy juice on your mouth.”
The slave girl stood and leaned her body against Krista’s. One hand reached shyly up to stroke Krista’s cheek while the other tangled in the hair. The slave girl’s l
ips moved closer, very slowly.
“You heard your Master, slave,” Krista said, frustrated. A kiss wouldn’t stop the throbbing in her pussy, but at least it would give her something else to think about. “Stop stalling and kiss me.”
“Yes Mistress,” the slave girl said, bringing her mouth into contact with Krista’s. She kissed her passionately, tongue thrusting into Krista’s mouth, covered with the taste of Krista’s pussy. Each time Krista tasted it, the flavor became a little sweeter to her. She smiled to herself thinking that pussy must be an acquired taste, like wine.
As the slave girl pulled away, she looked up at Krista. “My name is Elle,” she said.
“Let’s go slave,” the man said. “This isn’t a social call.”
“Bye Mistress,” the slave girl said, falling to her knees and following after the man.
“Your sub is a switch,” Stephen said as he walked up to Tyler.
“What are you talking about?” Tyler said. “Krista only bottoms.”
“Not with girls,” Stephen said.
“Krista doesn’t even like girls,” Tyler said. “I think you’ve got her confused with someone else.”
“You haven’t been paying attention,” Stephen said. “I’m telling you, your sub, the one chained up on the sub wall responded to Miranda and then totally enjoyed topping my slave here. It was all I could do to keep her from coming.”
“Really?” Tyler asked. “I didn’t think there was even the tiniest bit of top in her, but I told her she’d be surprised by who appeals to her under the right circumstances.”
“Just thought you should know,” Stephen said. “If she’s a switch, she’s going to need to let that part of her out from time to time or she won’t be happy.”
“Thanks Stephen,” Tyler said. “I appreciate it.”
“No worries,” Stephen said, turning to walk away.
Tyler walked over to Miranda, who was looking as lovely as ever.
“So Krista responded to you?” he asked.
“Quite well, in fact,” Miranda said.
“Permission given,” Tyler said, handing her a key. “But make her go all the way. If there’s something there, she’ll do it. If not, she won’t. Either way, she’ll know.”
Krista hung from the ceiling and wanted to cry. People were looking at her and she glared at them all for leaving her here in this state. It was crazy. Why would none of them let her come? What on earth could be the benefit of that rule?
“Probably just to drive me crazy,” she said to herself.
“Talking to yourself again dear?” Miranda asked. It seemed as if she had materialized from thin air. “That’s becoming a bit of habit.”
“Go away Miranda,” Krista said.
“You will address me as Mistress,” Miranda said, swatting Krista’s thigh with the riding crop.
“Fine,” Krista yelled, tears stinging her eyes. That thing hurt a lot more than she thought it would. “Go away Mistress.”
“Oh, Krista,” Miranda said. “You will be punished for your lack of manners.”
“Punish me then,” Krista said. “I don’t care.”
Miranda reached out a firm hand and grabbed Krista by the hair. She pulled until Krista’s ear made contact with her lips.
“You will,” Miranda whispered, “since I and I alone have been given leave to ease your suffering. I think I will let you stew for awhile since you were so quick to send me away.”
Miranda let go of Krista and began to turn away.
“No wait,” Krista said frantically. “I’m sorry Mistress. PLEASE! Please come back. I’ll be good I swear.”
“Sorry kitten,” Miranda said. “I think it will be good for you to learn some manners. Every person in this club right now is your Master or Mistress. That’s what it means to be chained. Sit there for a while and think about treating your Masters and Mistresses more courteously.”
Miranda walked away, leaving Krista alone.
Tyler looked over at Krista and was surprised to find her alone. Miranda had left with her key not two minutes before. He walked over to find out what was going on.
“Tyler,” Krista said. “Please let me down. Take me to one of the rooms in the back and do anything with me, but please don’t leave me here like this.”
“Where’s Miranda? She would take care of you if you would let her,” Tyler said.
“She left,” Krista said, a tear tracing slowly down her cheek. “I mouthed off and she left. I am so frustrated Tyler. I don’t understand what’s going on with me and I thought she came over to taunt me some more. So I told her to go away.
“Now I’m hanging here from this chain hornier than I have ever been in my life and the only people who have touched me tonight have been girls. I don’t even like girls Tyler. At least I didn’t think I did. I’m so confused.”
“You’re thinking too much,” Tyler said. “If you stop thinking and just do what comes naturally, you’ll find this will all be a lot easier.”
“So you’ll let me down?” Krista asked. “I promise to stop thinking if you let me down.”
“That’s for Miranda to decide,” Tyler said. “She’s the one that’s got your key.”
Walking away was hard and he knew that Krista probably hated him right now, but it was an important part of her training. He went back to the chair where he had been sitting and turned so he could watch. Miranda wouldn’t leave Krista for long.
A few minutes later Miranda walked up to Krista and stood in front of her with her arms crossed over her chest.
“I’m sorry Mistress,” Krista said. “Please forgive me.”
“Your attitude seems to have improved I see,” Miranda said.
“It’s been a weird day for me,” Krista said honestly. “I was out of sorts and I’m truly sorry.”
“You’re forgiven, kitten,” Miranda said, stroking the side of Krista’s face. “I imagine it has been a hard day for you. Your Master thought you didn’t like girls, you know. How did he get that impression?”
“That’s what I told him Mistress,” Krista said. “Up until today, it has always been the truth.”
“So what changed today?” Miranda asked.
“I don’t know,” Krista said, letting the tears that had risen in her eyes fall down her cheeks. “Everything has gotten so confused in my brain. I don’t know who I am. I don’t know what I think anymore. I just know I want you to kiss me again. Please.”
“Oh kitten,” Miranda said, wiping Krista’s tears. “There’s nothing wrong with you and what you’re feeling. It’s only that society has made you think that it’s wrong. It’s natural to appreciate beauty and women are beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
Miranda leaned in and laid a gentle kiss on Krista’s lips. Krista responded, opening her quivering lips and letting Miranda inside not just her mouth but her emotional walls as well. She kissed Krista softly, sweetly, letting the beauty of two women together be their bond.
Miranda decided there was no room for tops or bottoms tonight. Krista was too raw emotionally. She reached down and released the clamps on Krista’s chest letting them fall to the floor. Lowering her head, she gently sucked on Krista’s nipples, soothing them with soft licks of her tongue.
“Do you want to come to my private room?” Miranda asked.
“What about Tyler?” Krista asked.
“He wouldn’t have given me the key to unlock you if he minded,” Miranda said. “But do you truly want to?”
“Yes Mistress, please,” Krista begged.
“It’s what you want?” Miranda asked. “To be with me?”
“Yes Mistress,” Krista said, looking at her, tears still running down her cheeks. “But I’m afraid. I don’t know what to do, or how to please you. What if I can’t?”
“It will come to you kitten,” Miranda said, trying not to let Krista’s tears break her heart. “Everyone starts out somewhere. And I will help.”
Miranda reached up to unlock the chain holding Krista’s arm
s in place above her head. Krista let her arms fall around Miranda’s neck and pulled her close. She kissed Miranda deeply on the mouth, penetrating Miranda’s lips and tangling their tongues together. Their bodies pressed against each other and Krista acknowledged to herself that she was happy to be there.
“Come on kitten,” Miranda said, leading her towards the private rooms.
Chapter 18
“This is not like the other room I’ve been in, Mistress,” Krista said as she entered.
The room was much smaller and decorated in shades of light purple. Like the first room, there were shelves containing various items of sexual nature, but only two, one on each side of the bed. There was also a small refrigerator and a table with two chairs. And there weren’t any of the strange devices.
“Each room is different,” Miranda said, taking a seat in one of the chairs. “Undoubtedly, the first room you entered was the ‘Everything’ room. Tyler likes to have everything available the first time he works on a new sub since he never knows where her tastes might lie. This is ‘The Lovers’ room. It only contains things to increase pleasure, nothing that will hurt you.”
“I thought you like to cause pain, Mistress,” Krista said, nodding towards the riding crop.
“I do,” Miranda said, slipping the strap off her hand and letting it fall on the floor. “You need something softer tonight,” Miranda said. “You’ve wrapped your vulnerability around you tonight, maybe because this is such a drastic change from what you thought you knew about yourself. Maybe because it’s the only thing you have to hide behind since you walked into the club already naked. Regardless, this is the only room I would have used tonight. You look as if you might break and that is not my intent.”
“What is your intent,” Krista asked, still standing next to the door.
“To unleash a part of you that you didn’t know existed and help you come to grips with it,” Miranda said.
“What if it really doesn’t exist?” Krista asked.
“It’s too late for that kitten and you know it,” Miranda said, leaning over the edge of the chair and opening the refrigerator. She pulled a small bottle out of the fridge and a soda and set them both on the table before grabbing two glasses off the top.
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