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19.
I was toying with the idea of having her wearing the fucking-hat again but decided this was not the occasion. My God, she did look good. A cab arrived for us at 7.30 and drove us the half hour to a classy restaurant I'd discovered. We went inside and the maitre d' took our coats. I imagined it was as fancy a place as she'd ever been in but she had a natural poise and seemed comfortable. Emmy had kinda had a way of making herself look out of place which had pissed me off. I felt proud, walking with this girl to our table. I knew, even if she did not, that we looked more like a statement than a couple. “Look all you like.” I said silently, returning stare for stare at the other diners who watched us pass. “Yep, she's mine and yes, we do all sorts of unspeakable things together, you jealous drabs.”
We sat and the waiters fussed around a little more than I would have liked but eventually left a bottle in an ice bucket and two glasses of the widow sparkling before us.
“It's not my birthday, you know.” Sam smiled.
“Maybe not, Sweetie, but tonight is a celebration. Tomorrow we move to Blunder Hall.”
She burst out laughing and I was momentarily put out.
“What's so funny? “
Her amusement sort of rubbed me wrong but she touched my hand and stopped laughing.
“Is that its real name?”
I saw the funny side of it then and laughed myself. I nodded.
“Yes, and I guess it is rather suitable. I do blunder around, don't I?”
We drank and laughed some more, talked and ate. She was usually a picker with her food. This time, however, the mussels, the noisettes of lamb and the sorbet seemed to delight her. She ate like me, heartily, talking between mouthfuls. My excitement seemed to have infected her. She sparkled. When she went to the bathroom, she walked about three paces then turned and performed a little courtesy. She had me glistening then.
We didn't get home until past midnight . It was a fine, warm evening and we sat outside in her tiny garden with a glass of brandy.
“I have finished. I have it all ready for us. Have you arranged to let this place out?”
“Yes, I have. The cats will think they've died and gone to heaven in Blunder Hall.” She still smiled as she said it. “They think they'll find a tenant without any problem.”
“OK, so we move tomorrow. I've hired a firm to help move clothes and anything else you want to take.”
By nine the next night it was done. We had spent the day moving from her small cottage to the ridiculously named Blunder Hall. Even with the movers to do the heavy bit we had worked hard, sorting clothes, furniture and transplanting two reluctant cats. The cats had been the last trip. As soon as we set them down to explore their new digs I took Sam by the hand and drug her up to her new bedroom. I pushed her onto the bed and dropped alongside her. I pulled her so she knelt astride me, her dress lifted up over her knees. I kissed her and held her to me. She leaned into me and caressed my face. Then she sat back a little and looked at me quizzically for a few seconds.
“Are you going to hurt me?”
“Physically…or emotionally?”
“Either.”
“Then the answer is yes,”
A beat in which she looked hurt.
“and no.”
She nodded thoughtfully.
“The cellar?”
“I want it. Don't you?”
She nodded again.
“So, that is my next step?”
“Not one step, Sweetie, a whole journey. You ready?”
“Do you think it's possible to be?”
“Nope.”
“Nor do I, but I'm as ready as I'll ever be.”
“That's good enough, Sweetie.”
I led her to the bedroom and slowly undressed her. She stood, naked, while I fetched the fucking-hat and placed it on her head. God, but I loved it. I had her bend and spread her ass cheeks and I slipped a finger, wet from my own cunt, into her. She moaned a little and squirmed on my finger. And then I decided. It was the moment for a step forward. I eased my finger out and she uttered a small protest. I slapped her ass, hard. She looked over her shoulder.
“Thank you.” She said softly.
I hit her again and she closed her eyes. I went to stand in front of her and cupped her chin, lifting her face.
“I am cruel, you know.”
“Yes, I know.”
“And kinky.”
“Yes.”
I undressed, slowly. This was a moment of testing. A trial for her.
“Come with me.”
I led her to the bathroom. I pushed her to her knees and kissed the top of her hat. I pulled her chin up again.
“This will be for me, for intimacy and…….”
“And intimacy is the key?”
“You've got it, Sweetie.”
I sat on the edge of the tub. I spread my knees and pulled her to me. I needed to go, real bad, but years of practice gave me control. I pressed her face to me and told her to open wide. Sam tried to lift her head but I brooked no questions, not at this moment. This was for me. This was critical. She opened her mouth, covering me. I patted her little hat and said,
“This is for me. Do this for me.”
I let a little of my pee dribble from me. I let it flow into her open mouth. I held her tight against me. To my intense joy, after a long pause, she licked, and then she pressed her mouth tighter around me and sucked. I gave it to her then, a full flow. I released into her. Copiously I poured out to her. She gagged once, and backed off but it passed and she came back onto me even tighter and drank from the well. I held her there, warm against my nakedness. I looked down at her, murmuring encouragement.
“Good girl, good girl.”
I reached under her chin and stroked her throat, feeling her swallow. I felt my piss run down her chin onto her breasts and I came… hard… pulling her into me. I shuddered and eventually let her look up. I watched her lick her lips clean.
“Thank you.” She murmured.
God, she made me feel strong.
20.
So, that was what it tasted like. What was piss and what was cum, who could tell? Could I get worse, more depraved? Could I be more of a whore? I had drunk her pee and, what's more, I'd wanted to. What would I not do for her? Now, in the cold light of remembrance, I know that a naked girl wearing a wedding hat and drinking another girl's pee is not ‘normal'. I also know that either of the two girls involved could be described as weird. But, from my perspective; I'd wanted it. Wanted to give her what she needed. If she'd wanted me to unicycle on my washing line I would have. When I'd looked up at her, her eyes were closed. I knew I was a mess. She'd opened her eyes and smiled down at me.
“We have a long way to go, Sweetie, but the worst is over.”
I thought that what she meant was that if I'd do that, then I was over the barrier and into her lifestyle. I smiled, my face wet and shining. I bent back to her and licked her clean, tasting her. Finally, with a sigh, Kate lifted my mouth away from her.
“Go get clean. When you come out you will find what I want you to wear laid out for you. Dress yourself and then go down to the cellar and wait for me. Understood?”
I nodded, but she shook her head and her eyes clearly repeated the question.
“Yes, Kate. I understand.”
She slapped my face then. Not terribly hard but that she would do so at all after what I had just done for her caused my eyes to well up. Then my mistake sank home.
“Yes, Mistress.” I blurted.
Her smile returned instantly. God, I had so much to learn. I hurried away to bathe before I displeased her again.
When I emerged from the bathroom, I looked at the items laid out on my bed and fear and excitement coursed through me. I fitted pairs cuffs, leather and soft, at my wrists and ankles. There was a wide collar that pushed my face up. The red ball gag was laid out as well and I strapped it into place. I pulled a gauzy thong over my mound, and spread my buttocks to let its string lie between them. The clamps were there as well and I looped them around my neck. Seeing no top, I remained bare breasted wearing the necklace Kate had originated. I walked down the stairs to the cellar. I had not seen it since it had been created by… by my Mistress… and the dungeon she had created sent shivers through me. For the briefest instant I considered fleeing but I followed my feet forward instead. Amidst all the strange furnishings I saw two small velvet cushions on the floor before frame with a padded bar. I knew instinctively what to do. I knelt before the padded bar and placed my chin on it. What ensued was almost beyond description.
21.
After I laid out things for Sam, I went to my own room and its private shower. She had wanted us to share a room and bed but I had nixed it. She would learn that sleeping with me was to be a privilege. I dressed alone…almost ceremoniously. I decided upon simple elegance rather than Gothic. I wore a long, white silk shift. It hung smoothly on my slender frame from thin straps like wire. My hair was clean and shining. I was naked under the dress.
I waited until I heard her steps descending. I gave her time to reach the cellar and absorb what I had done with the place. I listened for a retreat but heard nothing. Satisfied, I headed down to join her. Simply perfect… that was the view that greeted me. I moved around my girl, lifting her so that she was bent over the bar. I fixed the cuffs to the points prepared for them; leaving Sam bent and spread, with her ass in the air, unable to move. I knelt in front of her and said, softly,
“This is the time. This is when you are mine, when our love is consummated. Every other moment was simply a step toward this. It's not the end. It is the time when you will meet the real you. Tonight you become mine.”
I kissed the ball gag, licking it and the lips which spread around it. I unclipped the clamps that hung from the chain around Sam's neck. Sam's breasts hung over the bar, her hair almost concealing them. Her nipples were like bullets. I stroked them, palmed them and then, pulling them hard, clamped them so that she winced and moaned slightly. Slowly, I stroked her face, her hair and kissed her eyes. I moved behind her to run my hands over her buttocks. I kneaded them before reaching between her legs and cupping her silk covered mound. I pulled the material aside and saw the shine of wetness on her flower. Violently, I tore the thong away.
Standing in front of her again, I lifted my dress so that Sam's face could be pressed to my bare cunt. I rubbed it, wet and slippery, across her countenance. I pressed into her nose and rubbed myself on the ball gag.
I selected a thin, leather handled crop, with a broad tongue and showed it to Sam before laying it on the floor where she would be able to see it. Moving behind her, I took a plug, greased and ready and slowly forced it into her anus. Now she started to buck but the restraints held her. The plug was big, bigger than anything she'd experienced before but I was careful and gentle and it disappeared into her until all that was visible was the flat, round base from which extended a thin wire. I caressed her ass and whispered more words of encouragement before returning to squat in front of her. I showed her the small control in my hand. When I pressed the button Sam immediately felt the vibration deep in her bowels and her eyes widened. I reached down to twist a clamped nipple, and smiled at the mix of pain and pleasure that contorted her face.
Walking around Sam's bound form, my fingers trailed across her skin, nails gently raking her, as I increased the current to the vibrating plug. I murmured warnings against a premature orgasm. I took a long, slim dildo from beside the bench and slowly eased it into Sam's cunt, watching as her lips spread deliciously to accommodate it, the sheen of her wetness evident. I worked it in and left it there.
“Don't let that slip, Sweetie.”
22.
By then I was desperate for something to focus on in my effort to avoid cumming. I concentrated on the dildo to take my mind from the arousing vibrations in my ass. I tried to relax and let the dildo stay of its own accord. Then Kate picked up the crop and I felt its leather tongue caress me. A slight touch to my nipples caused me to moan into the gag. Kate pressed the crop down onto the chain and the pain coursed through me while the vibrations in my arse rose to a maddening intensity. I felt the dildo begin to slip. I tried desperately to hold it with my muscles but managed only to force it out. I heard it hit the floor and felt despair wash over me..
“Oh, dear. Such a simple task to fail at, Sweetie.”
The crop landed hard on my left buttock and I bucked and moaned. A second blow on my right buttock brought tears to my eyes. Kate moved back in front of me and picked up the strap on harness and dildo I had first felt that evening when she had made me ask to be spanked. I watched her lick the curved portion before pushing it up inside her pussy. The other end waved at me as she secured the harness, her dress was hitched up over the prick as it stood jutting from her belly.
More pain as my nipples were again pulled. Then Kate was behind me and I felt the dildo's end at my entrance, pressing and entering, holding me open but not invading. Kate moved her hips slowly, back and forth in tiny movements, the end of her dildo moving just inside my vagina. Then she slowly drove into me all the way until her hips touched my buttocks. She held there while I involuntarily made soft murmuring's from behind my gag. Then she began a relentless in and out. I tensed under her as my cum began to boil up against my will. I was saved when the sharp crack of her crop across my thigh tore my mind from my pussy and made me jump beneath my Mistress.
23.
I watched Sam's fingers although I knew they were not going to spread, this was what Sam needed. She tensed as I first began to ride her. I suspected she was about to lose it. A fast slap of the crop caused her to buck deliciously and got her moving with me. I fucked her, hard and fast. My crop's length twitched the clamps or swatted soft flesh, helping her to contain her orgasm. With my free hand I pulled her head back by her hair and leant to whisper both encouragement and threats. I bit her ear and neck. I raked her shoulders with my nails. I moved faster and began a painful assault with the crop on her buttocks and enflamed nipples.
My orgasm hit me like an express train when I heard her begin to sob. Those tears could have emanated from my own cunt. Our bodies were one in pain and pleasure. I buried myself in Sam and collapsed across her back, sucking air in and holding tightly to the bound body beneath me.
I allowed myself a few seconds to recover. Then eased out of Sam and also removed the plug, leaving Sam's arse open and dilated. I slipped a finger into the slowly closing hole and turned it around the sensitive opening, eliciting another moan from my lover. I went to squat again in front and untied the gag. I took the drool covered ball and placed it on the rug. I kissed her then, gently. I stood and slowly forced the dildo into Sam's mouth, watching as her tear strewn face opened and gagged on its length before I finally withdrew it.
“You're doing great, Sweetie. I'm so proud of you.”
Sam couldn't speak. Her eyes were full of tears and her nose was running, so the removal of the gag was welcome. I, of course, knew this. Even if not all was planned, everything was deliberate.
“You should never squeeze a dildo, Sweetie, it always pushes it out. Glad you did though, giving you that little cropping sure felt good.”
I smiled and lifted the chain then let it drop. That light pull drew a cry from her open mouth. I smiled, sure now that her nipples were ready, I undid first one clamp and then, slowly, the other.
“Brave girl. We've travelled a long way, haven't we? So far to go, but not all tonight, Sweetie. Be brave a little longer.”
The burning in Sam's nipples brought on by the removal of the clamps brought fresh silent tears. An appalled light filled her eyes as she saw me select a thin rattan cane and swish it through the air.
“When you cum for me, I'm going to use this and you will understand that pain is pleasure and pleasure is pain, indivisible, and you will give me your pain and you will love me for it.”
I leaned down and sucked a tormented nipple as I reached under Sam's body to find her clitoris. I took it between my fingertips and rolled it, caressing it. I whispered encouragement and then rose so that my pussy was pressed again on Sam's nose. My hands reached over her prone body to continue their assault on her cunt and arse.
“When you cum, I will too. I will feel it Sweetie.”
I heard Sam moaning between my legs and increased the pace of my rubbing on her distended clitoris. Sam began to beg and call to me so I let my fingers invade her cunt while with my free hand I held the cane.
“Now, my love, now.” I ordered her.
I sensed it before I felt it, the explosion of wild sexual elation that coursed through Sam making her writhe and cum as never before. I waited, timing it… waiting for the crest of that wave and I then struck one fierce blow with the cane and with twin screams of pleasure and pain we became one delirious animal.
Once our pulses had quieted, I untied her and held her as we lay together on the floor. I kissed her and she kissed me back. We were held in an embrace by forces beyond our control. Her tear-stained face shone with love and I suspect my own wore a similar glow. As we clung to each other… simultaneously we uttered the same words.
“Thank you.”
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