Master of Two: Nascent Love

by Derek

  The first public spanking was humiliating, humbling and exciting. Tom was strong and capable. Her bottom got hot and red, her pussy wet and ready. He fucked her right there, in front of a room full of people.

  As she lay there, years later, at the foot of her Master’s bed, she realized that that moment in her life was when she realized that she’d let someone else take charge and control her through the judicious application of pain. But, at the same time, there was no purpose save sex with Tom. He was not trying to teach her self-restraint or better comportment. It was a means to an end for him, the end being hot, steamy sex.

  She stayed with him for two years, learning a lot of basic submissive principles: postures, behaviors, responses, equipment. Masochism became a part of her sexuality, but Tom’s dominance was shallow and reserved for the bedroom. It was unsatisfying, and, in fact, in many ways detrimental because her need for self-control was never addressed. She tried to learn self-discipline, but it was elusive.

  After a while, dissatisfied and somewhat jaded, she’d broken from Tom. She tried to find someone who was strong, disciplined, and a good influence on her. She got through school, but couldn’t find the right person. Until she met Kevin.

  Kevin imposed discipline from the outside, and she learned self-discipline as a result. His sadism was new to her at first, but it was not shallow and involved an emotional component she’d never experienced before. She came to crave the bright sensation and the release from guilt, from regrets and recriminations that it provided. If she misbehaved, she was punished. The conflict was over. Even if she behaved well, he made her understand viscerally that she was his creature, one he respected and cared for in his own way. She needed him.

  Reverently, she touched the bracelet on her wrist. Although she couldn't see them in the dark, the cool stones were there, a part of her life now, as Kevin was. His gift had been generous in the extreme, and he'd accepted the comparative trinket she'd given him—a first edition book from a favored author—with good grace. Kevin was a bright joy in her life and no emeralds could hold a candle to her adoration.

  The idea of a permanent new girl in the household was a bit frightening, but at the same time, it had appeal. Having a feminine companion was attractive, in more ways than merely to share the chores. Renee was bisexual; something she’d discovered in high school. Kevin would bring another woman home for a threesome infrequently, leaving Renee craving woman-flesh more often than she’d like. She hoped the new girl—Amiko—was of a similar bent.

  Well, only time would tell how it played out. Kevin seemed inclined to go for it, and he was not usually one who changed his mind easily. He'd proven himself many times over their five years together. Above all, she trusted him. She was his good girl.

  Adjustments

  Every new situation requires a period of adjustment—at least that’s what Renee kept telling herself. It had only been two weeks, and the Master’s fascination with his new “toy” had been anticipated by Renee throughout the entire process of acquisition. Having been a professional counselor for several years, she knew all the signs and symptoms of jealousy and it galled her that over the past two weeks she found herself falling into the predictable pattern like a textbook case.

  She fought her impulses, putting on a smiling face as she dropped the Master at the airport for his trip to Paris to pick up his new prize. She struggled through the week he was gone, trying to squelch her desire to phone him each night at bedtime. When he arrived back home, she welcomed him with open arms. She welcomed the new girl, Amiko, too, but it took somewhat more of an effort.

  It wasn’t as though she didn’t find the girl charming, beautiful and interesting—she did. But since Amiko’s purchase, the Master spent the nights with her, and several hours of his busy day as well, breaking her in and showing her around. Over dinners and breakfasts, they smiled and laughed with each other, exchanging intimate glances that made Renee want to hide in the closet until the adjustment period was over.

  The Master hadn’t ignored her completely, despite his tendency to focus on new playthings until his interest waned and calmed. As was appropriate, that first day of Amiko’s arrival he’d had the woman strip for an inspection by Renee. She was struck by the delicate beauty of Amiko. Had Renee, herself, been Master of the household she knew she would have indulged herself as thoroughly in the tender Asian beauty of the new member of their family. After all, who could resist the silken black fall of the young woman’s hair, which brushed her perfectly shaped bottom like a tease. Porcelain skin was highlighted by delicate pink at cheeks, and blood red on lips and nails. The girl’s breasts were small, firm, areola tender as a watercolor, and her nipples were sensitive, reacting with an immediate ruche at Renee’s touch. Amiko’s pussy was smooth and hairless, apparently laser-depilated as there was no hint of stubble, and as perfectly formed as a juicy fig, pink and inviting inside. Renee’s mouth watered as she contemplated the possibilities between herself and her new fellow-slave.

  Fortunately, the Master insisted that Renee taste of that sweet fruit as he excited Amiko and then offered his glistening wet fingers to Renee to clean with her tongue. With innocent consistency of beauty and tender appeal, Amiko tasted fresh, clean and purely female. Her scent was erotic and stirring, rich, and full of promise.

  Renee was instantly in lust.

  In fact, it was a little difficult for her to determine whether it was her unfulfilled desire to have the girl that was bothering her, or a simple case of jealousy and minor neglect. Perhaps both.

  In the meantime, Kevin was pleasantly sated, sending Renee to her own room each night after their usual before-bedtime cuddle—now with three people where before there had virtually always been two.

  Renee concentrated her efforts on welcoming Amiko to the household, showing her where things were, how things had been done in the five years that Renee had been the only woman in residence, except for brief periods of a month or two here and there when one of the Master’s admirers would enjoy their hospitality on a temporary basis. The temporary nature of those previous women made them guests, not permanent members of the household as Amiko was—and that changed the picture dramatically.

  Renee helped Amiko settle into her new room comfortably, showing her which shelves and drawers in their shared bathroom were hers to use. In the process, she got to know the lovely woman a little bit.

  Born in Japan twenty-two years ago, Amiko had had an insecure childhood. Her father had deserted the family after the birth of Amiko’s younger sister, disgusted that his wife had produced five girl children and no sons to carry on his lineage. Hard work and a cancerous tumor had killed Amiko’s mother when Ami had been just three years old, leaving the oldest daughter Suki, aged fourteen, to head the family. Suki struggled as a laborer in the fields for nearly a year before she was lured into prostitution by the offer of easy money. The lifestyle, however, was quite demanding, often keeping the beautiful woman away from home for days at a time. During one long absence, the third child, Kiyo, had been killed in a traffic accident. The sisters grieved deeply, each in her own way, but life went on despite the loss.

  Soon most of the responsibility for raising the younger girls fell to the second girl, Hanako, who turned to the church with her despair and fear. Hanako tried to teach the younger girls Catholic values, urging them to work hard at their school studies, and bitterly decrying the life that Suki had fallen into. As the next-to-youngest, Amiko had been greatly confused by what she heard, versus what she intuited. In her young mind, Suki had done what she had to do and was their savior and provider, seeing that they were clothed, fed, and educated which was far more than could have been expected had Suki continued as a field worker. Hanako, however, aided by the staunch discipline and dogma at the Catholic school, was adamant, insisting that the girls pray for Suki’s immortal soul. Hanako swore that all men were evil, despicable creatures who preyed on women in need and that they were to be avoided at all costs.

  With a na
tural curiosity, Amiko wondered at these mysterious men and their “evil” ways. Suki prospered by the generosity of the evil ones, while Hanako grew more vehement and shrill with each passing year.

  As a consequence, Amiko and her younger sister, Jin, spent many hours fantasizing together about their futures, the lives they would one day have. Jin wanted nothing more than to live in a big house with many rooms, all for her to decorate and arrange and enjoy in peace. She wanted pretty clothes, lavish jewelry and the attention she’d not been given as a child. Amiko, on the other hand, had a mystery to solve. She wanted to find out about men—what made them so evil, and yet so very, very interesting. She also wanted to finish school and travel. She didn’t care where she might go. A pile of battered travelogues lay at the foot of her sleeping mat like a catalogue of dreams.

  As young Amiko entered her first year at the Catholic High School for Girls, Jin went off to Sapporo on the island of Hokkaidō for a short visit with Suki and did not return. Amiko received a letter from her stating that she’d been introduced to a gentleman whom she’d fallen madly in love with. She’d decided to stay in Sapporo with Suki and see where the relationship would lead. Reading between the lines, Ami realized that her sister was finding her way toward the life she’d been dreaming about, and doing it in the only way she could.

  Amiko’s fascination grew. How was it that men had so much power? And what was the link between these powerful fellows and women?

  Hanako entered the service of the church as a nun, and Amiko spent those three years of high school living in the convent dormitory. She didn't fit in among the other girls because she'd started so late and was several years older than most of them. The nuns forbade her visits to Suki in Sapporo, keeping her a virtual prisoner.

  One nun had taken pity on the eighteen-year-old Amiko, comforting her through long nights of anxiety and loneliness. Eventually, right before she turned nineteen, Amiko had become the older nun’s lover. With great secrecy and shame, Amiko and Sister Mary Thomas explored each other’s bodies with silent intensity. Unable to confess their sins, lest they each be expelled, they sought out other penance for their continuing misdeeds.

  One evening, Sister Mary Thomas produced a horse-hair flogger and after indulging her need for Amiko’s flesh, had proceeded to self-flagellate her back and shoulders until she was welted and bleeding. Amiko submitted to the treatment as well, though she didn’t have the fortitude to inflict it upon herself.

  From that point forward, after each night spent in sweating, pelvis grinding, nipple-sucking abandon, Amiko would be flogged until she was reduced to abject tears and then she would kneel and pray while Sister Mary Thomas punished herself with far greater vehemence than would have been shown had someone else performed the chastisement.

  But it couldn’t last forever. Eventually, Amiko would have to leave the convent and Sister Mary Thomas.

  * * *

  The night before she was to be released from the convent, Amiko’s cell door opened slowly, and Sister Mary came in. It was only moments before the young nun was holding her tenderly, taking in the soft, clean smell of young womanhood, a few tears forming in her eyes as she contemplated the return to her former, celibate lifestyle. God was punishing her, she knew, by causing her to love the young woman so deeply and then taking her away. It was hard not to resent Amiko’s youthful sense of adventure and excitement at the prospect of moving so far away to university. Mary knew, however, sincere penance and humility would surely place them both back in the grace of God.

  But first, Mary intended to sate her evil desire to possess Amiko’s lovely body quite thoroughly. While Amiko snuggled up against her, brushing her pointed breasts against Mary’s larger ones, Mary stroked her black hair, ran it through her fingers like a silk scarf. She tilted the girl’s head back, touching her face gently, and kissed her deeply, uniting their tongues with increasing vigor. Amiko’s sweet mouth was so innocent, so full of promise, that Mary was intoxicated with each new kiss.

  The older woman’s hands roamed over the creamy shoulders and arms which warmed the chill of her hands, seeking and finding Ami’s breasts, nearly precisely filling her hands. Hard, engorged nipples poked between her fingers as though trying to get free. Mary kneaded those firm breasts, gently, gently, and soon more firmly, until Amiko groaned in her ear. When Mary’s palms brushed over Ami’s tender nipples time and again, the girl began to arch, seeking the pleasure of that touch. Mary pinched the pink buds firmly, having discovered long ago that it excited Amiko to cross the pain/pleasure threshold fairly regularly.

  It caused some concern at first discovery, when Mary spanked Amiko quite harshly as penance and subsequently found the teenager’s inner thighs running with ambrosia, despite the welts thereon. Although tears coursed down Ami’s cheeks and she was abject and broken, she still experienced the ultimate pleasure.

  Afterward, Mary meditated on it for quite a while. Her final revelation was that the orgasmic release at the height of Ami’s pain and torment, must be given by the hand of God as a sign of her forgiveness. Mary sought this for herself, scourging herself severely, flagellating herself raw all over, but the pleasure never quite came. It was obvious that Sister Mary Thomas had been forsaken by her Lord, and only through greater and greater penance would she ever hope to gain his kingdom.

  Amiko squirmed and moaned against Mary’s body, licking her lover’s throat and shoulders, kneading a breast with two hands and holding it reverently as she sucked on the big brown nipple. Mary sighed deeply, grinding her hips against Amiko’s slender belly and pelvis.

  “I need your mouth upon me, my precious. Kneel on the mat.”

  Obediently, Amiko knelt on her sleeping mat, watching as Sister Mary arranged herself there with legs bent and spread wide. When Mary was comfortable, Amiko touched the older woman’s inner thighs, and ran her hands down to the dark-furred swollen pussy she was so familiar with. Using her thumbs, Amiko spread Mary’s labia and exposed both clit and hole for her tongue’s exploration. That simple touch made Mary moan softly and shudder with delicate excitement. Her pussy began to run with the liquor of her lust. Ami laved the pink flesh quite thoroughly, her tongue seeking each fold and crevice with intensity. Mary was flushed, her hips rising from the mat to meet the source of her pleasure. Amiko inserted one, then two fingers in the slippery opening, and Mary squirmed more. Two digits wiggled within, any more certain to go in too deeply and break the membrane which had remained intact throughout the twenty-six years of Mary’s life. Ami sucked noisily on the swollen clit of her lover and Mary’s weight shift slightly as her bottom came off the mat an inch or two. “Now,” Mary breathed, her voice shaky. At the signal, Amiko pushed two fingers into Mary’s bottom hole, moving them around until the sphincter loosened somewhat and a third and fourth finger could be accommodated. Mary’s anus stretched tautly, filled to near-splitting by the younger woman’s small fingers. Her breath stopped as she arched off the mat, her body poised on the edge of eternity. Still Amiko didn’t stop. She sucked and prodded, nibbled and licked the now super-sensitive clit, until Mary was writhing with an agonizing need that seemed to go on and on and on. Finally, with a broken sob, she ordered Amiko to stop and the girl relented, having given all the pleasure Mary would be allowed by her maker--no ecstasy, only hollow suffering.

  Mary pulled Amiko to her breast, caressing the fine, smooth skin of her back and shoulders. She turned to kiss her young lover’s mouth and whisper against it. “Let me taste you. Amiko. Come to me now.”

  Smiling softly, Amiko moved to straddle Mary’s more serious face. With knees widely spread, Ami leaned against the wall and waited. Mary’s tongue started at the juncture of Ami’s inner thigh and mons, licking at the lightly furred area and taking the scent of the girl to remember for always. Wise hands reached up to grip the teenage breasts above, and kneaded them slowly, firmly. As Mary’s tongue first slipped between the wet, delicious lips of Ami’s cunt, the older woman’s fingers were squeezing a pair o
f eagerly swollen nipples. The sound of Ami’s gasp and moan encouraged Mary to do it again, until Amiko’s nipples were distended obscenely, bruised and tingling with primal energy.

  “Open,” Mary said simply, her voice muffled against Amiko’s mons.

  Straightening slightly, Amiko reached between her own legs and spread her labia to allow for Mary’s seeking tongue.

  Deeply it delved as the older woman sucked noisily, sipping like a hummingbird, the nectar which had sustained her for so brief a time. After a few minutes, Mary released Amiko’s breasts and replaced the girl’s hands with her own. As she opened the youthful, delicate labia for her tongue, she alternately pinched and caressed them, receiving soft moans of pleasure from the girl straddling her. Tongue wriggling against Ami’s clit, Mary drank in the beauty of her lover’s perfect form.

  Mary buried her face deeply in Ami’s slit and moved her hands to the girl’s bottom, spreading the cheeks and fingering the outer edges of Amiko’s innocent asshole. There had been little penetration of the young woman’s orifices to that point, and she was tight as could be.

  The fingers rimming her anus were enough to send Amiko over the edge, and she cried out softly, praising God for his mercy and generosity.

  The two held each other close for quite some time, their simple unsophisticated pleasures enough.

  “You must be a good girl when you are away, Amiko,” Mary reminded the slender young woman.

  “Yes, Sister.”

  “I have heard the voice of one of God’s angels, telling me how we may be redeemed for all of our carnal sins together.”