The Gift · Part 2

The Gift · Part 2 (2/2)
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Again, Annie fought her bonds, and again they held her helpless as Lori began to gently stroke and tease her pussy, running her fingers feather light along the lips. Her touch was almost too light to feel, but

Annie could feel herself slowly begin to grow moist.

“No!” she cried to herself. “I will not accept this!” Annie wanted nothing more, at this point, than to get her hands free so she could get them on her rebellious sub. She tried to twist herself away from those fingers, but her bondage was too strict to allow much movement, and slowly, Lori’s fingers went from teasing to probing, parting Annie’s lips and testing the wetness that was growing there.

“You like this, don’t you Mistress?” Annie shook her head violently, but Lori ignored her denial, slowly slipping a finger within the helpless woman’s pussy and finding her clit. As she gently stroked the hard little but, Lori leaned down and again captured a nipple between her lips, this time nibbling lightly on it, and, in spite of herself, Annie couldn’t ignore her growing feelings of arousal.

The past six months had taught Lori well. She knew all of the places where Annie loved to be touched, and all the ways to touch them.

Slowly, carefully, she stoked the fires building within the helpless woman.

Her fingers, her lips and tongue, skillfully added fuel to the flame, their light, caressing touch driving her higher. Slowly, carefully, Lori guided Annie right to the brink of orgasm. And stopped. In spite of herself, Annie moaned her frustration into her gag as Lori sat back and smiled down at her. So close, so very close, a single touch could put her over the edge. But that touch was denied her, as Lori simply smiled and watched. Slowly, Annie slipped back down from the edge.

Her quick, panting breaths slowed, became more regular. And then

Lori leaned in again.

Again and again, she drove Annie right to the brink of orgasm.

Again and again, she denied her that final touch, letting Annie slip back down, before driving her back again. Over and over, and with each denial, the need grew stronger, until Annie was sure she would go mad.

Suddenly, Lori stood. Once more at the brink of orgasm, Annie strained against her bonds, pushing her hips upward in a silent plea. Smiling, Lori turned and walked out of the room, leaving Annie to moan and writhe in helpless need.

How long she lay there, Annie had no idea, but it seemed like forever before Lori entered the room once more. At the sight of the helplessly aroused woman, Lori smiled, then reached down and slipped a blindfold over

Annie’s eyes, plunging her into darkness. No longer poised on the edge, still she moaned and writhed in her bonds.

“You don’t like that, do you?” she heard Lori ask. “Wanting to be touched, needing to be touched, but nobody’s touching you. You want to be loved right now, don’t you? You want me to love you, and give you what you need, don’t you?”

Suddenly, Lori’s voice turned bitter. “Don’t you? Just like I’ve wanted to love you all along, but you won’t let me. You’re always too busy with your little project, or too tired. You don’t have time for me any more.”

Now Annie could hear a catch in Lori’s voice. “Don’t you understand?

I love you. I need to love you. And I can’t stand thinking maybe you don’t want me any more.”

Annie shook her head. “No!” she screamed. “No, that’s not it! I do want you!” But the gag turned her cries into meaningless, muffled sounds.

“Well, I’m going to love you, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.” The bed shifted under a moving weight, and then Annie could feel a warm breath touch her thighs. “Maybe I’ll lose you for this. Maybe I’ve already lost you. But I’ll love you one more time before I do.”

Under the blindfold, tears were streaming from Annie’s eyes as she felt

Lori’s lips brush her pussy. “I love you, Mistress,” she whispered, and then her tongue speared deep, igniting all those denied orgasms into one all-encompassing explosion.

Annie awoke to find herself free. And alone. With a soft cry, she surged from the bed and moved swiftly toward the door. As she was turning the knob, she spied the envelope taped at eye level.

Taking it down, she opened it and read the note inside.

Mistress, I know you are very angry with me for what I’ve done, and you have every right. I have behaved in a way that can never be forgiven.

I won’t blame you if you never want to see me again. And I know I don’t have the right, but I make a final request of you. Come to the basement, and you’ll understand.

I love you, lori

Suddenly terrified, Annie tore open the door and raced through the house, barely slowing when she hit the basement stairs. But when she got to the bottom, she froze. The basement, normally used only for storage, was a dark, gloomy place. A single window, high on one wall, admitted a feeble light, barely enough to allow her to glimpse something that dangled from the ceiling, swaying slowly.

“Lori, NO!!!” Annie’s hand streaked to the light switch, and the sudden flare of light blinded her. She blinked her eyes back into focus, then turned again toward what she feared she would see. But the sight that met her eyes brought her up short.

It was indeed Lori who dangled from the ceiling, but not in the way

Annie had feared. For a long moment, Annie simply stood and stared, but then she stepped closer, her eyes never leaving the sight before her.

From a sturdy hook in the ceiling, two chains stretched down.

The lower ends of these chains were attached to a leather harness buckled around Lori’s body, one between her shoulder blades, one at the small of her back, evenly and safely supporting her weight. On her head was the leather discipline helmet, eye and mouth openings zipped shut. And she was bound, strictly and securely, with a second set of their new cuffs.

Bent into a ball, her knee cuffs were clipped to the pair on her upper arms. The ankle and thigh cuffs were connected, pressing her heels into the swell of her ass. Her arms were stretched down her back, past the lower supporting chain, and clipped together. Clamps were attached to her nipples, their weights drawing down on her breasts.

A butt plug parted the cheeks of her ass, and to the outer end of this was taped a second note. Annie stepped closer, careful not to touch, and read.

Mistress, This is my request. Punish me. Punish me for what I did to you. By my own hand, and of my own will, I have placed myself at your mercy. Do with me as you will. I know I deserve it.

You will find what you need on the table.

lori

Glancing over to the table, Annie saw a long, braided whip. Her fear gone, her anger swelled within her, and, stepping to the table, she took up the whip. Turning, she let the supple length uncoil, then moved to stand behind Lori. Her arm drew back, muscles tensing for the first swing. But it never landed. As she drew back her arm, Annie’s eyes were on the bare ass before her. And as she gazed on that soft flesh, her grip loosened, allowing the whip to slip from her hand.

Then, dropping to her knees, Annie began to cry, long, wracking sobs that shook her naked body. For long moments, she knelt there, and then, gradually, her tears slowed, and she rose once more to her feet.

Ignoring the discarded whip, Annie reached up and slowly removed the plug from the bound girl’s ass. At her first touch, Lori whimpered from behind the hood, and her whole body tensed. Moving slowly, Annie reached again and gently removed the clamps from Lori’s nipples. She could hear the harsh breath as the blood rushed back into the tormented buds.

For a long moment, she gently stroked Lori’s breasts, then she reached for the bound girl’s head.

Lori blinked when the hood was removed, then turned her eyes to the floor. “I understand,” she said softly. “You want to hear me scream when you whip me.”

Annie shook her head. “Why, Lori? Why didn’t you say something?”

“Because you were always busy, or tired. I tried to be patient, but finally, I couldn’t stand it any more. It’s like you don’t want me any more, and I can’t stand that. I had to touch you, I had to love you.”

“So you drugged me, then tied me up and teased me?”

“I was wrong, I know that. But I couldn’t bear the thought of you saying no. And I wanted you to know how I felt. I’ve needed you so bad, and you won’t even touch me.” There were tears flowing now, from two sets of eyes.

“Do you,” Annie asked slowly, “have any idea what I’ve been so busy with lately?” Lori shook her head silently, and Annie then told her of the deal she’d been working on. Lori’s eyes slowly widened as she listened. Then, when she’d finished speaking, Annie’s head dropped.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I was trying so hard to get all of this done, I guess I got lost in it. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Mistress, don’t,” Lori pleaded. “I should have trusted you.

I should have said something. But I didn’t, and now you hate me.”

Annie’s head jerked up, and her hand with it. The force of the swat set Lori’s bound form swinging, and brought a gasp from her lips.

“Don’t you ever, EVER, say that word again, do you hear me?”

Lori shuddered. “Yes Mistress, I hear you.”

“I do NOT hate you. How could I possibly hate you, when I love you so damn much?”

“But Mistress, what I did……”

“What you did was wrong, very wrong. And have no doubts, I have every intention of punishing you for your actions. But not for your reasons. I can’t and won’t punish you for loving me.”

“Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress.”

Annie stepped back. “I hope you know I had a wonderful weekend planned for us, and now it’s half gone.”

“Yes Mistress. I’m sorry.”

“However,” Annie continued, and now there was an entirely different look in her eyes, “that leaves half of the weekend still to come.”

She reached up, softly stroking Lori’s exposed and vulnerable pussy.

“And since you were thoughtful enough to place yourself in such an accessible position, I think it’s time I paid you back for all those orgasms you didn’t let me enjoy this morning.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Annie turned and left the basement, returning shortly with the penis gag. But as she reached up to place it in Lori’s mouth, the bound girl twisted her head to one side. Surprised, Annie lowered her hands, and Lori smiled at her.

“I love you, Mistress.”

“And I love you, you little imp. Now hush up and take your medicine.”

There was a smile on Annie’s lips, a smile that was mirrored on the lips now parting to accept the gag being placed there by loving hands.

Part 3

“There. How’s that?”

Annie moaned softly, about the only sound she could make with her mouth packed full of her own panties. White surgical tape criss-crossed her face, sealing her lips and holding the panties in place. With another moan, she surveyed her situation.

She was standing naked in her bedroom door, her legs spread.

Soft rope bound her ankles to eye bolts secured in each side of the doorframe.

Her arms were encased in a leather single sleeve, the laces and buckles drawn up tight enough that her elbows touched, pulling back on her shoulders and making her breasts jut out. A soft blindfold covered her eyes, rendering her world dark.

Annie moaned again, savoring the taste in her mouth. The panties with which she was gagged were soaked with juices. Hers, mixed with those of someone who held her heart in bonds stronger than any chain.

“One more thing.” At these words, Annie felt something being attached to the end of the sleeve, then an upward pull. Unable to resist, she felt her arms raise, her body bending at the waist at the same time.

When the pull finally stopped, her head was at about the same level as her thighs, while her arms were drawn up into the air almost to the point of being painful.

“There we go.” A soft hand gently stroked Annie’s ass, drawing forth another muffled moan. “I think you can stay like that for now, so you can think about how you got there.” Silence, and Annie knew she was now alone. Soon, she heard the television in the living room go on, filling the house with the sounds of Saturday morning cartoons.

Gently, then with more force, she pulled at her bonds, but they were secure. She was going nowhere until someone else released her.

Standing quietly, she thought about the events that had led to her being here.

Annie stood in the kitchen, sipping at a glass of juice. Her side hurt terribly, and she was afraid she’d pulled or damaged something there.

“Well,” she told herself quietly, “that’ll teach you not to try lifting a full grown, bound and squirming woman by yourself.” Setting the glass down, she winced at even the slightest movement.

“Gotcha!” The shout in her ear was accompanied by two fingers poking into her sides. Pain flared up, almost bringing her to her knees, and she spun around, half blinded by a sudden flood of tears.

She felt her elbow connect with something soft, and half glimpsed something falling away from her. Holding her hands to her side, Annie closed her eyes, breathing deeply until the pain subsided to a tolerable level.

Then, opening her eyes again, she gasped in shock.

Lori, her live-in sub, lay stretched out on the floor, moving feebly.

With a soft cry, Annie dropped to her knees, cradling the younger woman’s head in her lap. Lori groaned softly, and her eyes fluttered open.

“Why did you do that?” she whispered, more than physical pain evident in her voice. Slowly, she reached up and put a hand to her cheek, where the beginnings of a large bruise were already beginning to show.

“Oh, darling!” Annie cried. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. But when you poked me, it hurt so much, I just reacted.

Oh, tell me you’re ok!”

Lori’s head jerked around to face her. “Hurt? Mistress, I didn’t poke that hard, I swear!”

“I know, darling,” Annie assured her. “But I think maybe I pulled something when I lifted you onto the bed the other day.”

Lori’s eyes widened. “Mistress! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I should have, I know. But I didn’t want to worry you.”

Lori shook her head. “Mistress, if you’d told me, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“I know,” Annie agreed sadly. “I should have said something, but because I didn’t, you’ve been hurt.”

“It’s ok, Mistress,” Lori said, hugging her gently.

“No,” Annie disagreed, “it’s not ok. If you had done something like that, you would be punished, and rightly so.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Lori’s eyes dropped. “But I’m the sub here. A Mistress, doesn’t get punished.”

Annie looked at the younger woman silently, then said, “Well, this one will.”

“Mistress?” There was confusion in Lori’s eyes.

“My actions caused you pain,” Annie told her. “And for that, as soon as my side heals up, you are going to punish me.”

Now, bound and helpless, Annie smiled. It had taken some doing, but Lori had finally agreed to the idea of punishing her Mistress.

Annie knew it was not normal for a Mistress to allow herself to be punished by her sub, but she felt this was only fair. As Mistress, she held the final word, but that didn’t mean she could get away with hurting the sub she loved. She had done very wrong, and now, by her own choice, she would pay for it.

Annie squirmed a little in her bonds, her mouth filled with the taste of sex. Before removing her panties, Lori had rubbed and stroked her pussy until her panties were soaked with her juices. Then she’d removed them and rubbed them over her own soaked pussy, adding her own taste to the saturated cloth. The taste of their combined juices was enough by itself to turn Annie on, and the strict bondage didn’t help, since it kept her from doing anything about her growing arousal.

Lost in her thoughts, Annie didn’t realize she was no longer alone until she felt a hand on her ass. She moaned softly as the hand gently stroked her soft skin, her moan changing to one of disappointment when the touch stopped.

The first swat caught her completely by surprise. Her ass suddenly stinging, she tensed, awaiting the next swat. Instead, she felt her ass gently caressed. Slowly, the sting began to fade, until she was once more moaning softly with pleasure. And that’s when the second swat landed.

By the fifteenth swat, Annie’s ass was as sore as she could ever remember it being. At the same time, the soft caresses between swats, sometimes slipping down to rub her pussy, had aroused her to the point where even the sting of the swats felt good. After the fifteenth swat, she pushed her ass back, awaiting the caress to follow. But it didn’t come.

Instead, Annie felt her arms being lowered. Almost disappointed, she wondered if her punishment was now at an end. She felt her ankles released, and waited silently for whatever came next.

“Well, that was a nice warm-up.” Annie shivered at the smile she could hear in Lori’s voice. Warm-up? Puzzled, and more than a little nervous, Annie was helpless to resist as a hand turned her and guided her from the door until her legs bumped against her bed.

Soon she found herself seated on the bed, her legs spread and bound to the footboard. A collar was placed around her neck, and then her blindfold was removed. Blinking, Annie’s eyes slowly focused to the sight of Lori attaching a rope to a ring in her collar. Lori then tied the other end to the footboard, drawing in the slack until the bound woman sat hunched forward.

Now she felt hands at her shoulders, and slowly, the sleeve was loosened, then removed. Annie reached toward her gag, but Lori quickly grabbed her wrists, drawing them together and securing them with stout leather cuffs.

“Not yet, darling,” Lori smiled as she removed the rope from Annie’s collar. Then, gently, she drew Annie’s cuffed hands over her head, and back, until Annie fell to her back, her hands over her head.

Lori quickly locked the cuffs to the headboard, leaving Annie stretched out and totally helpless. Then, with a smile, she began stroking the bound woman’s thigh.

“You know,” she said softly. “There’s one thing we forgot to discuss about this. We never set a time limit.” Shocked, Annie’s eyes widened over her gag. She’d assumed Lori would punish her, and then release her, but it was now obvious that release was the last thing on

Lori’s mind.

“Remember that time I tied you up?” Lori asked. Annie was surprised that her sub would bring that time up. If their love had been only a little less strong, that episode could easily have torn them apart.

Instead, it had made their relationship that much closer.

“Well,” Lori’s voice broke Annie’s chain of thought, “I found out something that day. I found out I enjoyed having you bound.” At Annie’s shocked look, Lori smiled. “Not all the time. Not even very often. You will always be my Mistress, and my heart, soul and body will always belong to you. But, just every now and then, I think

I’d like to be able to turn the tables on you, let you be the bound and helpless sex toy for a while.”

At these words, Annie felt a warmth growing between her legs. She’d never before considered the possibility of being the submissive in a relationship, but here, with Lori, she felt safe in letting go the reigns.

“So I thought I’d just keep you like this all weekend.” All weekend?

Annie’s eyes widened. The first time, when Lori had drugged and bound her, she’d played with her for several hours, and by the time she was done, Annie had been almost crazy with the need to cum. And now she had two whole days of it in store? A sound that was half a moan of desire, half a groan of despair, came from behind the gag. Smiling, Lori gently removed the tape, then drew the panties from Annie’s mouth.

Annie worked her jaw for a moment, recovering from her time spent gagged, then looked up to her erstwhile sub.

“You want to keep me bound until tomorrow night?” she asked nervously.

Lori smiled again. “That’s the idea, yes. Do you agree to try it?”

Annie thought about it, and the more she thought, the wetter her pussy became. She’d not considered the possibility that she had a submissive side, but now she felt a need to explore the possibilities.

“Yes,” she said simply.

Lori frowned and softly swatted her thigh. “Yes, what?”

Shocked, Annie simply looked up at her for a long moment, then she lowered her eyes. “Yes, Mistress,” she replied softly.

“Very good.” Smiling broadly, Lori released Annie’s feet, then unlocked the cuffs from the headboard, though she didn’t remove them.

Taking Annie’s arm, she guided the older woman out of bed and to her feet.

“I do believe,” she said as she fitted a breather gag into Annie’s mouth, “that you’ve been laying around long enough. Besides which, I’m hungry. So go fix me some breakfast, you know what I like.”

Annie nodded and moved to go, but Lori stopped her.

“Oh, one more thing,” she said, reaching into a bag beside the bed and withdrawing a butterfly vibrator. Moving quickly, she strapped it into place over Annie’s clit, then sent her on her way with a swat on the ass. Annie wondered why she hadn’t turned the vibrator on, then noticed that it seemed to have no controls. Now what good is this, she wondered.

She soon found out. As she stood in front of the stove, the vibrator came to life, sending shivers throughout her body as it trembled against her sensitive clit. Now she understood, she thought, even as the vibrations died. It was radio controlled. Lori could activate it from anywhere in the house.

Breakfast seemed to take forever to fix, with that vibrator coming on at seemingly the worst times, and never staying on long enough to satisfy.

By the time she carried Lori’s meal to her, Annie was wondering seriously if she could last the weekend.

By Sunday evening, Annie had been reduced to a quivering, shivering wreck. For two days, she’d been kept, naked, bound, and at the peak of sexual need. And not once during those two days had she been allowed to orgasm. She’d spent the last part of the evening tied to the bed, because she simply could not walk any more. Her legs were too weak, her muscles trembling too much with need.

Saturday afternoon, she’d slipped into the bathroom, hoping to relieve herself with a quick, quiet orgasm. But she’d barely touched herself when Lori had caught her. For her transgression, she’d been bound spread-eagle to the bed, while Lori tortured her for what seemed an eternity with a low-speed vibrator. Instead of the relief she’d sought, Annie had come out of the episode even more aroused.

Now, as she lay helpless on her bed, her body seemed to move of it’s own will. Her hips undulated slowly, her thigh muscles clenching and unclenching in a matching rhythm. Soft, continuous moans slipped from behind the gag that filled her mouth.

Lori entered the room, smiling. Her slim, naked form shone from the bathing she’d had Annie give her earlier, and at the sight of her, Annie’s moans rose in pitch. Smiling softly, Lori removed the gag.

“Is my little slave horny?” she asked softly.

“Oh, GOD, yes, Mistress,” Annie moaned.

“Would she like to cum?”

“Yes, Mistress, please. Please make me cum! I need it so bad.”

Lori slipped onto the bed, straddling Annie and placing her pussy over the bound woman’s face. “When I cum, you cum,” she said simply.

“But only if you make it last.” With that, she lowered her pussy to Annie’s mouth.

Annie attacked Lori’s pussy eagerly, licking and sucking for all she was worth. Then, realizing that her own orgasm depended on how strongly she made Lori cum, she drew back, lightly nipping on Lori’s lips and clit with her teeth. Lori moaned and ground her pussy down onto Annie’s mouth, but Annie was not to be rushed.

Slowly, deliberately, she drove Lori to the brink of orgasm, then drew back, letting her slip back down. Annie’s own pussy throbbed with need, seeming to drive her on with every taste of Lori’s juices.

Still she held back, teasing, taunting, exacting her own kind of torture with her skilled lips and tongue, until Lori writhed over her bound body.

Finally, Lori threw back her head and nearly shouted, “Make me cum now!”

Smiling, Annie drove her tongue deep within Lori’s pussy, feeling the tight tunnel grasp and clench her tongue. With a growl, Lori dropped her head, her tongue spearing into Annie’s sopping pussy. Now they worked feverishly on each other, their mingled moans rising into the still air, until, suddenly, each drove the other over the edge. For Annie, her long-denied orgasm exploded through her, sending wave after wave of fantastic sensation roaring along every nerve. Finally, it was too much, and her world went dark.

When Annie came to, she was untied, yet unable to move. It seemed every muscle in her body was limp, and all she could do was turn her head to the naked girl lying next to her.

“My god,” she whispered. “That was unbelievable.”

Lori nodded. “I know,” she replied softly. “I thought you were never going to stop cumming.”

Annie laughed softly, then forced her arm into motion, curling it around the younger woman’s shoulders. Lori responded by curling up at Annie’s side, her head resting on Annie’s shoulder. From there, her eyes gazed softly up.

“Well, Mistress, did you enjoy your punishment?” she asked playfully.

“Very much so,” Annie replied, softly kissing the top of Lori’s head.

“And I think we’re going to include more such punishments every now and then.” Lori giggled and squirmed just a bit.

“Not too often, I hope,” she said. “I enjoyed being the Domme, but I much prefer being your little sex toy.”

“No,” Annie shook her head. “Not often, darling. Still, it can’t hurt to turn the tables every now and then, can it?”

Lying quietly with her loving sub in her arms, Annie thought about the weekend, and what it had taught her. She smiled when she realized that she and Lori had reached the pinnacle this weekend. This had been more than a simple “punishment,” much more. Lori had long since given her the gift of her submission, and Annie had responded with the gift of her Domination. But now, she thought, the ultimate, final gift had been given. Through love, and trust, she had given herself to the woman she loved in a way she could never give to another.

Smiling, Annie closed her eyes. The greatest gifts, she thought, are those that are not simply given, but shared. And as she drifted slowly off to sleep, with the woman she loved cradled in her arms, Annie looked into the future, anticipating the gifts the two of them would share.

The Gift · Part 2 (2/2)
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