by Scott Kujawa
“May-Flower. You're beautiful.”
Blushing without meaning to, May released a nervous laugh. “Thank you. What are we going to do next? You stripped me from my clothes, so I assume you want to do something more?”
“Yes. But first I will continue to explore your body. I know I did this when we spent time in your bedroom, but this time I'm not interested in having sex. I want to touch my May-Flower.”
“Okay. It's not like I'm telling you no.”
“True.”
May continued to shiver, feeling Catherine's hands glide over her skin. It appeared Catherine wasn't lying when she said she wanted to explore. Catherine started touching May's shoulders and moving down her arms. She lingered, playing with May's fingers or making soft touches over May's palms after Catherine moved May's hands to bring her palms face forward.
Feeling her breathing deepen the longer Mistress Catherine touched her, May's shivers increased.
Her sides. Breasts. Stomach. Around the outside of her vagina. Across her back. Her ass. Down her legs. There wasn't any area on May's body Catherine didn't explore. May struggled with the need which grew inside her. Being touched this much wasn't something May experienced from her former lovers. She didn't know she could be this aroused from having someone touch her with sensuous strokes.
“It appears May-Flower enjoys being touched by her domme.”
“Gods, yes! I need to come!”
“I noticed. However, you're not permitted to do so. I'm making this a rule while we're together for the next few days. May-Flower can only come when given permission.”
“Shit. Dammit. Not fair!” May surprised herself, hearing the deep tone in her voice. She didn't know it was possible for her voice to change when her needs overwhelmed her. The desire and lust she felt towards Catherine added to how her words changed.
“It isn't fair, true. However, you agreed to let me be the one in charge.” Catherine smiled before she reached around and swatted May's ass with an open palm. A gasp exploded from May, feeling another wave of need rush through her as the sting from the powerful slap Catherine landed on May's ass.
“Let's add to your lessons.” Catherine didn't explain further what she meant. She crossed the room and sat before she looked at where she left May standing in place. “Mistress Briana taught me my submissive positions, which means it's time for me to do the same with you. May-Flower, kneel before me. Spread your legs. Place your hands on your knees.”
“Catherine...” May swallowed while her blue eyes stared at the woman who claimed the sofa for herself. When she agreed to the relationship the two wanted with each other, May thought she knew what she was getting into. Now she realized there was more to being a submissive and having someone dominate her.
“You know the safe word. If I don't hear it within the next few moments, I'm assuming you are disobeying my request. If this is true, it means I'll punish you. I'm not sure how I'll do this, but I'll think of a way.”
“Shit. Okay.”
Crossing the room, May knelt and spread her legs the way Catherine wanted. After placing her hands on her knees, she shivered again as she felt Catherine play with the blond strands of May's hair. The touches Catherine promised her continued, but this time Catherine focused on another area of May's body.
“I love how receptive you are to my touch. I'll add touch play to our scenes from now on.”
“Mistress, I... I didn't understand I'd enjoy being touched like this. I... I don't mind the touch play.”
“I know. I enjoy being touched, but what Mistress Briana does with me is nothing compared to how much you enjoy it. I wonder if I could make you come from being touched?”
May breathed the same deep inhales and exhales which came quick, causing her chest and breasts to rise and fall. “I might have if you didn't stop earlier. Having my hair played with is keeping my arousal from weakening.”
“I know. I'm watching. I enjoy having you kneeling at my feet. How do you feel about it? We haven't done this before, which means I want to hear your thoughts.”
Resting on her knees, May leaned into how Catherine played with May's blond hair. “I'm not sure if I'd enjoy this if I had to do this by myself. Having you sitting behind me and touching me makes me happy to kneel.”
“Okay. Your feelings make sense. I know I've disliked when Mistress Briana asked me to kneel while she focused on her interests or the other things she needed to finish. We'll make it a rule where I don't ignore you when I ask you to kneel.”
“Good. Thank you, Mistress.”
Resting together where they settled, May stared straight ahead while she felt Catherine continue to play with May's blond hair and touch her shoulders, upper arms, or back. Each time she felt what Catherine did, May felt shivers of arousal spread through her. Losing track of time, she basked in having Catherine behind her with no need to fill their silence with small talk.
“Red.” May sighed. She was the one who ended their time together, but she had reasons to speak the safe word the two had agreed upon. “I need to move. My knees and legs are aching from holding this position.”
“Right. It's okay. I understand. I'm glad you remembered you could use the safe word. Join me on the sofa, okay? I'll massage your legs to help remove the tightness I'm sure you're feeling.”
“You will? Okay.” May didn't need another invitation. When she stretched her legs outwards, she groaned from the aching she felt and from how her muscles tightened while she knelt at Catherine's feet. “You're right, I need the massage!” Chuckling, May pulled herself onto the sofa and lay along it, giving Catherine access to her legs.
“I know. Mistress Briana taught me how much I enjoy when she massages me after showing me something she wants me to learn. Caring for my May-Flower is my duty. It should be the duty for any dom or domme. We want our submissive to be happy and healthy.”
Resting with her head turned to the side, May smiled while she groaned as she felt Catherine's fingers work along the length of May's legs. “I like this part of being your submissive. I didn't know submitting to you meant I'd receive massages. Or making sure I'm not neglecting myself. I think I could come to love having my Mistress take care of me.”
“Spoiling you, am I? I don't know if this is a good thing.” Catherine's amused laughter spilled from her from where she sat at the end of the sofa and worked her fingers over May's legs. “Tell me something, May-Flower. I don't care what it is, but I want you to share something about yourself. We haven't spent time together to get to know one another, so it's time for sharing.”
“Do you promise to share something about yourself?”
“Maybe. It depends on if I enjoy your answer. If I feel you haven't shared something personal, I might make you wait to learn more about me.”
“Not fair, Mistress.” May grinned while she groaned again, feeling how Catherine pressed her fingers against a knot in May's thigh.
“Fairness doesn't factor into it when I'm your domme. Now quit stalling.”
“Okay. Here's something. My best friend is named June. What some who live in our town don't know is the two of us are friends with ten other women who share the names of the months. You need to understand our mothers are members of a social group. They're one of the older women's groups who gossip about the people in town, help find funds for the annual events, and find other ways to serve the community. One year they decided it would amuse them to name their daughters after the twelve months.
“This is how June and I met each other. We were the first to be born. The others came later, but our mothers decided June and I would be the two who befriended the other ten. We spent our time together as children, and our friendship continued until we graduated high school. Another thing is I've never left my hometown. Sure, I went to community college in the larger city nearby, but I commuted each day.”
May continued to stare before her, feeling Catherine work on removing the tightness in May's legs.
“Interesting. I admit, I wo
ndered about your name, but I didn't understand there was a story about it. I understand having a mother who is involved in social groups. Mine does the same thing. My parents live across the state, which means we don't see each other unless I return home or they visit. Most of the time I'm the one who returns home, because I have a younger sister who wasn't planned.”
“You do? Sometimes events happen which aren't planned.”
“True. What about your father? You mentioned your mother and what keeps her occupied.”
May groaned, feeling a knot which didn't want to release. “My father is a writer. Most of what he writes is what others pay him to write. Most of it is nonfiction, but sometimes he'll agree to write fiction. I suppose he's a ghostwriter, working on all the memoirs famous people want written about their lives.”
“Interesting.” May watched Catherine smile, knowing she repeated the word she used a moment ago. “I'm not sure if I could write nonfiction or a story someone else sells as their own. However, I have no skill in writing anything I'd want the public to read. I might have an obsession about writing erotic stories, but I don't sell them. They're private.”
Laughing from where she lay with her head turned to the side, May grinned. “Do you? I bet you've written stories about the things you've done with Mistress Briana. Will you write new stories about what we do together?”
“I might. If I do, I'm not sure if I'll tell you.”
“No fair! I'd like to read them.”
“I'm sure, but I'm self-conscious about sharing my stories with anyone. I never showed them to Mistress Briana.”
“Okay. I won't tease you about keeping them to yourself. I understand how private it is to write anything. I do the same with my journal.”
“Thank you, May-Flower.”
Yelping at the sudden smack against her ass, May pulled her legs away from where Catherine sat. Moving, May relaxed against her sofa while she glared at the woman who surprised her. “What did I do?”
Catherine grinned at the way May reacted. “Nothing. I couldn't help myself. I wanted my May-Flower to feel a light slap on her ass.”
“Mean. You're mean, Mistress.”
Patting her lap, Catherine continued to grin at May. “Come here. I give you my word I won't do anything else tonight.”
“Fine.” May kept her gaze on Catherine as she moved and settled on her Mistress' lap. Leaning her head against the arm of the sofa, May relaxed as she cuddled her naked body in Catherine's lap. Her eyes closed as she felt Catherine return to touching her. This touch also returned the arousal May felt throughout the evening as the two spent time together.
Chapter Fiv
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Blinking as sunlight bathed her, May wasn't sure where she was until the memories of last night filtered into her thoughts. Looking down the length of her body, a slow smile curled her lips as she realized during the night the two moved to wrap around each other as they lay on May's sofa. May didn't remember being the one who covered them with the blanket she kept over the back of the sofa, which meant it must have been Catherine who did this.
Without moving, because she couldn't unless she freed herself from how the two wrapped their limbs around each other, May watched Catherine sleep.
Her smile dimmed as memories of something she didn't share with Catherine as the two talked last night. May mentioned her parents, but what she didn't talk about was how her relationship with her parents was strained. They knew their daughter was a lesbian, but what they hated was how May's former lover treated her.
May talked about her parent's jealousy about May owning her accounting business. And the time May spent keeping her business from failing. May added her thoughts about how her former lover treated her with contempt and disdain for being friends with many people in town. It didn't take long before May's mother heard how her daughter was treated, which meant the older residents became involved in May's relationship.
This lead to more arguments and hurtful words between May and her former lover.
“I hope you don't treat me the way she did,” May let out in a soft whisper filled with the worries she felt at the thought of being hurt again.
“I'll do my best not to hurt you, May-Flower.”
A gasp escaped from May when she heard Catherine's soft answer. May thought Catherine was asleep, which was why she shared her thoughts. The sneaky woman kept her eyes closed, which added to what May believed. “Shit. You're awake! And you heard me talking to myself!”
Opening her pale eyes, Catherine grinned. “I am. I woke when I felt the slight movements you made when you woke. I wanted to pretend to sleep because it allowed me to listen to you. Hearing you share something private when you believed you had an unguarded moment means everything to me, May-Flower.”
Before May said anything more, Catherine moved. She pinned May under her after a short struggle. Catherine held May in place by entwining their legs together and placing her hands on the front of May's shoulders. “Holding you in place while you're naked and under my mercy is something I enjoy doing.”
“Do you? I'm annoyed with you for making me believe you were asleep!” May stared at Catherine from where she lay under the woman. May's grin spread over her features and her muscles contracted as she held her laughter inside.
Catherine stared in May's blue eyes while strands of Catherine's pale hair fell forward and brushed against May's naked skin. “Don't lie to me. You're not annoyed. I can tell because you're grinning at me while trying to hold in your laughter.”
“Okay. You're right. I'm not annoyed with you. I'm embarrassed at having been caught talking to myself about something which still affects me.”
“I understand. Everyone has baggage from their former relationships and from events which happened to them while growing up.” Leaning down, Catherine placed a kiss on May's lips before she pulled away enough to continue to look into the blue eyes which fascinated her. “I have baggage of my own from both.”
“Do you? Would you share something from your past with me?”
“I will, but not yet. Your domme wants to undress, take a shower, and find something to wear. I'm tired of wearing the masquerade outfit I wore last night. We need to have breakfast. Once we're done, I give you my word I'll share more about myself.”
“Okay.” May licked her lips, feeling the lingering desire Catherine made her feel as she was kissed. “A shower, change of clothing for you, and breakfast sounds wonderful.”
“Good. I expect you to shower with me.”
May's grin transformed into a wide smile, and desire filled her blue eyes at the thought Catherine planted in May's thoughts. “All right!” May heard the excitement in her voice, which caused the laughter she tried to hold inside to burst free. “There is one problem. I need to stop at my office. I can spend the day here, but I need to spend a few hours completing the paperwork I didn't finish yesterday.”
“Okay. I'll give you four or five hours, but you will work from home after we gather what you need from your office. After, it'll be time for you to continue your lessons.”
May swallowed, experiencing another wave of desire flow through her as she fantasized about what she'd learn today and what Catherine wanted to do together. “All right. Mistress, you need to release me if we plan to start our day.”
“True. Okay.” Catherine slid backwards, allowing May to rise from where she was pinned on the sofa. Raking a hand through her blond hair, May pushed the strands into place. She eyed Catherine's pale hair, admiring the length and how it appeared the tresses fell into place without Catherine having to do anything to tame them.
“It sucks. You know?”
“What does?”
“Your hair. It doesn't fight you. You'd think after sleeping on the sofa it would be tangled and mussed.”
Laughing as she ran a hand through the long strands, Catherine smiled a happy smile. “It's always been this way.”
“It still sucks.” May shook her head. “Although it's my fault for negl
ecting mine when I'm busy. You saw how wild mine looked before I had it trimmed.”
Rising from the sofa, Catherine reached out to clasp May's hands to help her stand. Holding onto the hands as the two stood inches apart, Catherine looked into May's blue eyes with a serious gaze. “I'll tell you something, and I want you to listen to it. I also want you to believe me, but this might take time for you to do so. I noticed your beauty when you arrived at Crimson Rose. I'm attracted to you no matter what. You can have your wild untamed hair, or the current trimmed style. It doesn't matter. You're who you are, and you caught my interest.”
Standing with her mouth hanging open, May stared at the woman who shocked her with the compliment. A slow blush filled May's cheeks, turning them pink. “Catherine. I... I don't know what to say.” Her voice deepened from the different emotions and thoughts filling May's body and head.
“You don't have to say anything. I wanted you to know how I felt. The one thing I ask is you remember what I said. When there are times you're doubting yourself or feel you're worthless, I want you to remember there's someone who values you. Okay?”
Nodding enough times to make it appear she was a bobble-head doll, May took Catherine's words to heart. “Yes, Mistress Catherine.”
Stepping forward, Catherine embraced May. Catherine held onto May long enough for the two to continue the intimate moment. May saw how Catherine smiled, feeling May's arms wrap around her once May overcame her feelings about what her Mistress said to her. Catherine released her hold, having been the one who hugged May. After she looked at May to gauge her submissive's mood, Catherine kissed May with another quick kiss. “Are you okay?”
“I'm not, but I will be.” May nodded again, but this time it was only once compared to how she nodded after Catherine shared her touching words with her submissive.
“Okay. I expect you to tell me if there's something wrong.”
“I know. Safe, sane, and consensual. Right?”
