The image she had seen of herself in the glass floated up in her mind at the same time as her eyes focused on her face reflected in the window of the cab. Both images were of a woman so divorced from who Cynthia was, most days.
But they were still her.
‘I just decided, I guess,’ she finally answered.
‘Decided what?’
‘That I could be both.’ She lifted her hand to his cheek as she spoke, rubbing it gently and feeling his smile beneath her fingers. ‘That I could be your dirty girl and still be me.’
‘Oh, honey,’ he said, pressing his lips once more to hers. ‘You always were.’ He grinned more brightly. ‘And you always will be.’
At that, she nodded and averted her gaze, burying her face against his neck and blushing deeply.
Sure, she had been nervous initially. But now, basking in the afterglow, she could scarcely remember why.
Now, all she could focus on was what her master would ask of her next.
And she couldn’t wait to find out what the next step in her journey would be.
The Initiation of Lily
by Angel Propps
The dungeon was a small one, known only to a handful of women. It lay at the foot of a set of stairs that hid behind a door in a small and perfectly ordinary house that sat in a slightly seedy neighbourhood populated by mostly older people and younger couples with small children who could often be seen during the day running about on the playground that the house sat across a shaded street from.
It was night and the kids were all gone, the playground was dark and the neighbourhood quiet. Through the fog and darkness amber-coloured headlights could be seen pulling up to the curb and into the driveway of the house. Footsteps came up the rickety back stairs; some thudding and heavy in 50s hood-style boots, some clicking and tapping as the slender heels the owners of those feet wore pranced showily up the steps. Some registered not as all because they were bare and they tramped into the house leaving toe prints and grass flecks on the tiled and none-too-clean kitchen floor.
Kisses were exchanged and laughter rang out. Coats were dropped off shoulders to reveal latex, leather or naked bodies below. More talk swirled through the crowded upper rooms as the footsteps continued to come up those stairs and every set brought a fresh tensing of muscles, a fresh sense of anticipation. Leather creaked. Bags jangled and clattered in ominous and yet happy tones as they were set on the tired carpet of the living room floor.
A nylon string guitar rested on top of a closed and neglected upright piano, a careless hand struck the wooden cover and an eddy of dust spun madly; this caused a woman with pretty red hair, oddly light green eyes and a colourful tattoo on her bare back and right shoulder to sneeze. On the worm-eaten wood of the coffee table one platter sat filled with fruit, another held crackers and an assortment of cheese and small fat bowls filled with foil-wrapped chocolates, but few of the women took any. They mostly held their glasses of sparkling water or sodas and waited.
That they were waiting for something was obvious. The anticipation hung in the air. It crackled with the same high tension that accompanied heat lightning. At that moment they were flash without fire and they knew it. They knew it and they were waiting, waiting for the spark, waiting for ignition.
There was a final stamp of heavy boots on the boards. The room grew thick with a tangible sexual tension. A woman with skin the colour of a rare pearl and a thick brown brush of pubic hair swallowed hard as she tried to wipe away the trickling moisture from her naked thighs before it could betray her excitement.
The back door opened into the kitchen with its familiar squeal of rusted hinge. A current ran through the room and a young girl in a plaid skirt, red bra, black thigh-high fishnets and stilettos quivered once, her body shuddering like the electricity in the room had somehow managed to light her nervous system with its blue pulse.
The woman coming through the door had won the keys to the dungeon years before in a nasty game that was still talked about by the core group. The newcomers they recruited often did not believe the tale: it was too fantastic, too bizarre and, yes, even too disgusting for their newbie ears and tastes.
The young girl in the plaid skirt shivered when she saw her. She was older, in her 50s and her face showed it. Her hair was greying, parted severely in the middle and pulled back sharply from her face in a long braid. Her eyes had drooped and grown reddened over the years, but their odd slate and icy hue had not faded at all, nor had the gleeful sadism that lurked within those depths.
‘And you are Lily.’
Lily swallowed hard at the woman’s words. It had been explained to her by the girl who had brought her and who was standing nearby that the woman in front of her was allowed anyone and whatever she wanted in the dungeon. Because of that game. It had also been explained to her that the woman was a stone butch who did not play in public and, if she chose her, she would be taken elsewhere.
Jessie knew the girl was afraid and that excited her but she saw the way the girl’s eyes kept flickering to Karen, the owner of the dungeon and a femme top with long black hair that had a solid white streak running through it. The girl’s eyes kept touching on Karen’s leather pants, low-cut top and the rounded mounds of her breasts that shoved at their bare coverings. Jessie knew she would be within her rights to take the girl. She also knew the girl would forever remember her first night in the dungeon and that she should be allowed what she wanted. When Jessie stepped forward she heard the collective intake of breath all around her. She was there to open the door and to mark the alpha femme catch du jour. The night’s play hung in the balance; the mood of the entire night would be set by that ceremonial opening.
If she kissed the girl on her cheek or forehead she would be free to play with any of the tops in the room, if she flicked her with her whip the girl would be hers. All eyes were on her and Jessie felt pride swell her chest under her creaking 30-year-old leather jacket as she leant forward and lightly kissed the girl’s smooth cheek. The kiss was gentle, the feel of the girl’s skin a bare promise of what could have been as Jessie stepped away. She felt an instant pang at the missed opportunity but she knew that a big part of being a great domme was knowing when to let go.
Lily let out a long slow breath as she felt those lips touch her cheek and then move away. She felt her fear slide into something darker and far more seductive as Jessie went to the door, took out the keys and unbolted the locks. The darkness yawned below the door, stretching away into the dungeon.
The women went down the stairs, making the old boards rattle and rumble as they went and Lily felt the first cool breath of understanding blow against her fevered skin as she was taken by the hand by the petite and beautiful redhead who had sneezed at the piano’s small dust storm. She gave Lily a beatific smile and said, ‘You are the alpha femme tonight. All subs get to choose who tops us but you get first pick tonight. I know you are new so, remember, you get to say no to anything you don’t want to do and you are giving a gift so precious that it is beyond compare. Pick wisely and enjoy.’ Then she kissed Lily’s cold cheek and stepped away.
Lily stood there looking at the women arrayed in a loose circle in front of her. There was Jessie with her hard line of lip and lean hips. Karen and her sexy display of skin. The redheaded femme and the gorgeous light-skinned black woman with the shaved head and round arms and tits shown to perfect advantage in a black leather top. There was an older woman dressed in lingerie. Two butches who were a married couple. Both of them were hard and thick, dressed in matching leather and with their short hair sticking up into messy points. There was another older woman, sweet faced and wide hipped with a sexy round belly and tattoos all down her arms. A young woman with skin so pale she looked like she had been cast from a quarry’s purest marble whose only clothing was a pair of long striped stockings. Several other women stood around in the dim lighting and Lily looked at them all.
Lily’s eyes kept twitching back to Karen and, finally, she raised a shaking han
d and whispered, ‘Umm ... could I please ...?’ and then she fell silent.
Karen had to turn her head so the girl would not see her crimson-tinted lips cant up in a smile. She fought her glee down and then she asked, ‘What do you want?’
Lily had given that a lot of thought. Her eyes went to Sara, the young girl with the marble complexion. They had met at a comic-book store and then became lovers briefly. Sara had begun teaching her about the world of BDSM and the education had struck a deep chord inside Lily. When she had asked her to come to the dungeon she had not had to ask twice and now she gave Lily an encouraging smile and a nod, imparting courage. She had informed Lily which women shared a liking for the particular little kink that made Lily melting hot at the very thought and all Lily had to do was ask. It was the simplest thing. Which is why it was so very hard to do. When Lily spoke her voice was a thick-throated murmur while she described what she wanted, gave Karen her safe word and stood waiting to see if her dream scene would be played out.
‘Then come to me, bitch,’ Karen said and Lily looked at her, at the women all watching her and back at Sara. She had known this moment would come, had known she would be asked to do this, to prove her willingness to give that precious gift of her submission and she took a long breath ... a longer one ... then she slowly lowered herself to the cold grey floor. When her knees were on the concrete she bent herself forward and began to crawl.
Lily felt the flush and the sense of flying come creeping over her. Her knees scraped concrete and a small stinging burn arose from her skin and she marked it with a quivering sigh. Her nipples tightened and she could feel moisture running from her pussy, soaking into the fabric of her panties.
Karen showed none of her excitement. When Lily got to her she stuck a booted foot out and, in a bit of ruthlessness, she pushed the young woman’s face into the floor. ‘I don’t think you want it,’ she announced and Lily gasped as her skin went first red hot and then ice cold. To her utter surprise she burst into long hard sobs.
‘I do want it,’ she wept out, ‘Please, mistress, please ma’am, I want it so bad ...’ And she did. She wanted the things that she had sensed in the small spankings and milder forms of play Sara had shared with her, she wanted to be used, wanted to be fucked. Fucked hard and deep and for hours. She wanted to beg and be punished and she did the only thing she could think of to show how much she wanted all those things. She put her head on those boots and licked them lovingly, the taste of leather filling her mouth and a steady beat of sheer decadent need filling her lower belly.
The domme yanked her up, her hands tangling into hair, the muscles in her arms bunching as she dragged the new sub to her feet and then to a spanking bench set against one wall. Lily was shaking everywhere, her pussy was getting wetter with every sob and she had not one idea why she was crying; she only knew that it felt good and that the woman standing over her seemed to like it.
Karen did like it. She loved to see tears, loved to bring a woman to them and she was well pleased already with this sweet young thing that had stumbled into their dungeon. She shoved Lily face down over the bench. Both women’s hormones were raging, their adrenaline climbing higher. Lily shivered as her skirt was removed and her panties were yanked to her knees. A hand slid unapologetically between her ass cheeks, slid down and then fingers shoved brutally inside her cunt. She moaned and whimpered as those digits ground deeply into her, slammed against her walls and then withdrew just as suddenly, leaving a slick trail leaking down her thighs.
‘You belong to me,’ Karen taunted. ‘I can do anything I want to you and I want to turn that hot little ass a really pretty rosy red.’
Karen began the spanking with light slaps, watching the round globes of ass jiggle and ripple as they landed. She was warming up and the sobs and whimpers coming from Lily were exciting her greatly. Her hands grew warm as she spanked and she could feel the heat coming from those ass cheeks; that heat made an answering heat bloom and grow in her pussy. Her breath began to come faster and she finished the spanking with a fast series of slaps so sharp they raised finger-shaped lines across that ass above the already reddened skin.
Lily was sobbing. The pain was there, under the surface. Above it was a lust so intense she felt like she would die if she did not get some relief from it – and soon. Her wet pussy was open and exposed and the cool air of the dungeon blew over it, making her tremble and whimper. During the spanking she had been helplessly arching her ass upwards and into the slaps, not knowing or caring that the reaction was pleasing Karen, not knowing or caring that that reaction marked her as a sub and that she was being observed closely by the others in the dungeon.
Karen slid a pair of latex gloves onto her hands and stripped her leather pants off. She reached into her bag and pulled out the harness. The scent of it – leather and old come that no amount of washing could truly eradicate – making her nipples contract to hard points. She loved the way that cock looked on her. She loved the contrast between womanly curves and hard cock, the way it was so totally outside the norm. The power it imparted to her.
What she really wanted was to totally humiliate the young woman straddling the bench, but it was her first time and so it had to be a softer experience. Karen yanked the sub up, relishing the way she squealed and moaned when she was brought to her feet. The panties were yanked off and Lily wept as she was forced back to her knees and the enormous cock that Karen had fitted into her harness was unceremoniously shoved into her mouth.
‘That’s right,’ Karen snarled. ‘Get it all wet, bitch. You wanna make sure that it is ’cause it is going all the way in that tight fucking cunt of yours. I am going to spread that fucking hole wide open with this dick and you better be able to take it all.’
Lily gagged and screamed around the cock. She had to fight for air and her jaw felt like it was going to break from the strain. Her mouth was opened so wide that drool pooled and ran down her chin, sliding down her neck and onto her red bra.
‘Suck it,’ Karen yelled and slapped that pretty face twice, right cheek, then left. To be cruel, she shoved herself in as hard as she could, arching her hips and back, holding that hair so that the sub could not escape and waiting until she was positive the girl would throw up if she was not given some relief before she withdrew.
Lily was awash with lust and stressed to her limits. Her fight or flight instinct was at its maximum level and her pussy was soaked with her fluids; indeed, they flowed from her and puddled on the floor below her. Her whole body was fighting itself. Her mind was also at war. Society had taught her to accept punishment but reject violence, a laughable notion under any circumstances, and her belief system was being tested to its limits. She took a deep breath and let go, let all of her thoughts and fears slip away and then there was nothing left but the utter sensation of it all. She went into sub space with a scream of release trapped behind the cock the domme was forcing her to accept.
Karen knew when she went all the way under and she found herself able to go higher as a result. Her mind became more focused, more alert. Her body tingled with sex and desire while her mind stood at a distance and judged the scene and its happenings with the coolness of a general watching a battle from a far hillside.
She pulled the cock from Lily’s mouth a final time, watching as the sub crumpled into the floor with her eyes dazed and her moans ringing out loudly. Karen did not give her a long pause – she wanted to keep her deep in space so she pushed her downwards so that she was bent over her knees with her ass in the air and her forehead pressed into the floor.
Karen bound her rapidly and expertly. She pulled Lily’s arms behind her, binding them behind her thighs so that she could not move them at all. Lily sobbed and groaned as Karen slid her fingers inside her pussy again, slamming into her wetness. When Lily began to buck and arch Karen administered a hard slap to each ass cheek.
‘Do not move until I tell you to,’ she ordered. ‘Do you fucking understand me?’
‘Yes, ma’am,’ Lily sniv
elled.
Karen placed the vibrator on Lily’s clit and then she taped it into place, running the bondage tape around Lily’s hips to prevent the vibrator from slipping. Lily screamed in pleasure when that powerful purring began humming against her swollen, aching clit.
The cock came in on a wave of pleasure that brought pain with it. It was large and it hurt and Lily screamed even as she bucked backwards in a desperate attempt to get more. Karen retaliated by pulling completely out of her and asking, ‘What are you doing? Who said you could move?’
‘Nobody,’ Lily sobbed. ‘Oh please ... please I will be good. I will be so good, mistress, please ... please will you fuck me?’
Karen could feel her own clit aching with the need to come. The base of the cock rubbed against her fiercely as she slid back inside the wet pink flesh, watching with a feeling of pure and primitive pleasure as that tunnel opened and spilt beneath her onslaught. She fucked Lily hard, giving her no mercy, just hard and pounding fucking that made the sub beg for more even as she wept and pleaded to come.
‘You want to come?’ Karen panted out and felt her own orgasm cresting as she spoke. ‘You wanna come, you fucking little slut?’
‘Yes!’ Lily screamed and her body began to pitch helplessly, ‘Please ... please ... I want to come on your cock. I want to come – please.’
‘Then fucking come,’ Karen snarled and her hands lashed out, one of them knotting into a fist that held Lily’s hair and yanked her head back and the other slapping at the dusky red ass that was bouncing beneath the force of the fucking.
Lily came. The waves of her orgasm were hard and pulsing, they left her sobbing and screaming in a mixture of pleasure and utter pain. Her knees bled on the floor, her come splashed onto the cock and ran down her already sticky thighs while her heart thundered like a big drum against her chest walls.
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