Warning: This is a combination of Xena the Conqueror meets Uber Fiction meets Ann Rice. If you've read Ann Rice writing as A. N. Roquelaure, the Sleeping Beauty series, you'll know what I mean. This means there is a B & D and exhibitionism theme here. If that's not your cup of tea, there's lots of other great fan fiction out there just waiting for you. This is only for those with a little?no, maybe a lot of kink in their souls, and of course, those of legal age not living in a location where this type of literature (if you can call it that) is illegal. Remember that these characters are of legal age and are definitely consenting. There may be mild controlled sexual violence (I don't really see it as violent, just kinky), but both of these women want exactly what they get?very badly.

Premise: These are the journal entries of an eighteen year old girl (legal age of course) entering her final year at a very restrictive private girl's school. The selected journal entries follow the evolution of her relationship with the school's Head Mistress. Where is the school? It doesn't matter, but it only really exists in my mind?and maybe soon... in yours.

Art Inspired Fiction: I feel it important to point out that this fiction/fantasy was inspired by a magnificent piece of Fan Art. I would love to give credit to the artist, but for obvious reasons, the artist preferred not to be named.

Amazon Ice Warning: Oh?and I highly recommend you read this with someone you love or call the Amazon Ice Company for a double order before starting to read?and when I say don't read this at work, I'm not kidding.

I originally posted this tale under the name "Beauty" in honor of Ann Rice's memorable character. I was a bit shy about this one as it is not my "normal fare." I promised my beta readers that I'd fess up if the story won the coveted Amazon Ice Award...and it has! Incidentally, no one won the prize for guessing my true identity, but someone did flatter me beyond all imagining by guessing Missy Good!

If you like the story, let me know, Felioness@printwizard.net. If you like this sort of stuff and didn't like this story, let me know that too. If you don't like this sort of stuff, don't read it and don't e-mail me?saves us both a lot of angst, okay? Oh, and I already have a warrior, so don't apply for the job ;-).

Now, after all that...Once upon a Time...

Friday, June 28

Well, I finally got caught. I'm not sure if I'm upset, relieved or deliriously happy. The dreams have been overwhelming lately and I just couldn't wait for lights out to do something about it. I was sure that I could get away with bringing myself off in the girl's room, but damned if I didn't get caught. And by that prissy history teacher too. There I was with my shirt unbuttoned, wide open and my bra pushed up over my breasts rubbing and pinching my nipples. My other hand was buried deep between my thighs and my whole body was starting to quiver with orgasm when that bitch kicked open the stall and looked at me with complete disgust.

Ms. Frigid ordered me to "make myself presentable" and then dragged me?literally?to the Head Mistress' office. Damn, that was the last place I needed to go and the last person I needed to see since it was her I was dreaming of in the first place. All that magnificent raven hair, the strong hands, the long legs, the full, high breasts?and her voice, masterful, like warm honey mixed with fragrant lemon.

I waited in the outer office while Ms. Frigid was telling her what happened and that made me smile. I'd have loved to have been a fly on the wall while she stammered, trying to get those dirty words out of her mouth. Ms. Frigid finally emerged from the inner sanctum and left the office, shooting a satisfied look at me as she slammed the door. My stomach rolled?overcome with equal parts of fear and anticipation. The phone on the secretary's desk buzzed and she answered, then hung up and looked at me sympathetically. She said the Head Mistress would see me now.

I moved toward her private office and entered, trembling with excitement. If I didn't miss my guess, I wasn't going to get grounded to campus or anything so mundane. The Head Mistress was known for making the punishment fit the crime.

As I entered the room, my attention was immediately drawn to the powerful, sensual woman seated in a leather chair behind the desk. The room was dark with warm wood tones that seemed to compliment her hair and skin coloring. Her chair was pushed back several feet from her desk and her long legs, encased in tailored leather slacks were extended before her, crossed at the ankle?feet encased in black leather dress boots. She wore a pristine white silk shirt, unbuttoned to just below her lush breasts. She smiled at me and commanded me to stand in front of her. I perched my ass on the edge of her desk and waited with a rebellious look on my face. This only seemed to amuse her. She looked thoughtful for several moments and then smiled. She told me she understood my needs, but suggested that I choose a better time and location for fulfillment.

Then she tilted her head to one side and asked me to show her exactly the position I was in when Ms. Frigid caught me. "She couldn't quite say the words," she explained smiling. Although I was gratified that the bitch couldn't bring herself to describe what she saw, the Head Mistress' request really threw me off. My palms started to sweat and I wondered if she expected me to bare my body right there in her office. When I hesitated, she repeated the command in a sharper tone, still smiling. So I started unbuttoning my blouse, my eyes never leaving hers. By the time my breasts were bare, she was gazing at me approvingly. Lifting her hand in a casual gesture, she told me to continue?touch myself. God, I thought I'd come if I had to tease my nipples with her watching. I'd just raised my hand and begun to lightly pinch my nipples when her honeyed voice asked me what I was fantasizing when I was touching myself.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and thought?what the hell?it can't get any worse. So I told her?I was dreaming of being spanked by her?of tonguing her sweet clit?of being at her sexual mercy?her sex slave. She lowered her eyes and I thought for sure I'd blown it, turned her off. But when she raised her gaze to mine, I saw the fire in her eyes, the excitement?oh God, she shared my desires.

"Strip for me." The demand was calm, revealing nothing of the desire I sensed from her, but commanding nonetheless. So I slowly removed each item of my clothing right down to my panties. I hesitated, almost ashamed for her to see my shaved pubis. It's a lot of trouble to keep it that way, but it makes me soooo sensitive there, it's worth it. Seeing my hesitation, she merely nodded expectantly and I slid my fingers under the waistband of my white lace panties and slowly lowered them to the floor. In a last ditch effort at rebellion, I kicked them across the room.

She leaned further back in her chair and let her eyes rove my body from top to bottom and back. "Nice" was her only comment. She reached out to touch my smooth pubis and smiled. "You know Sweetheart, I'm flattered by your dreams and not just a little turned on. I do, however, have to do my job and that includes punishing you for your actions. We can do the usual grounding you to campus or?we can make this interesting?for both of us. Do you trust me?"

I couldn't speak, so I just nodded. With that, she moved her chair toward me, grasping my breasts and, pushing them together, lifted my nipples to her lips, licking both at the same time. Involuntarily, I raised my hands to tangle them in her hair and she stopped. Looking up, she said "Ah ah ah. Keep those hands planted behind you on the desk." To emphasize her point, she bit each nipple lightly as I forced my hands back onto the desktop.

Moving closer still, she spread my thighs with her knees, leaving me feeling totally open to her. Moving her mouth away from my nipples, she continued to pinch them as she spoke. "Sweetheart, you have a lovely body?one that is crying out for attention. Your breasts are so sensitive and I'd be willing to bet that you're very wet right now." With one hand, she tested her theory and found, to my embarrassment, that I was dripping. "Ah?you like this too." She slid her long finger across my clit and into my wet opening. I gasped. "No coming yet little girl. We've only just begun?and if you come too soon, I will be displeased."

She leaned back and opened a drawer of her desk, removing an apparatus that looked very much like a g-string. "Here, put this on." I obeyed her command and found that, when settled in place, the scanty garment had a tiny protrusion that fit nicely over my clit. "Ever seen one of these before?" she asked. Shaking my head no, I watched as she pressed a button on her wristwatch and the most wonderful sensation coursed through me as the protrusion began to vibrate. "Now Sweetheart, I want you to lie across my lap for your punishment."

My heart pounding in my throat, I draped my body over her leather-clad thighs and waited. "Hands behind your back and I want you to keep them there or it will be worse for you." She slowly, tenderly stroked my buttocks with one hand while pinching and rolling my nipples with the other. Suddenly her hand was gone from my ass and then just as suddenly it impacted my firm globes with a sharp sting. This went on for several strokes before she escalated the speed of the vibrator.

I was trembling with passion as the game continued and she spoke to me of how I would have to come and live in her quarters. She said she couldn't take the chance of me corrupting the other girls. She spoke of all the things she would do to my body to 'cure' me of my evil thoughts. She told me that I could never again cover my breasts or nether parts in when we were alone. She spoke of all the erotic clothing I would wear in her home and all the erotic things she would do to me every day. She described to me her collection of 'punishment' toys that she would use on me. Finally, as I was about to come, she told me that I would be required to report to her several times during the school day for what she called 'maintenance' punishment. With that I came and it seemed to last forever, with her fingers pinching my nipples tightly and the warm sting of her spanking on my ass.

Well, I move in with her tomorrow. I'm wet just thinking about it. She's my dream come true. I hope I never graduate.

Saturday, June 29

I

think today was the most exciting day of my life. All my things were packed yesterday, ready for the move to her living quarters. She sent maintenance over early to move everything and by 10 AM I was settled in my new room. I was too excited to eat and was sitting on the edge of the bed when she entered the room. Since she didn't have to work today, she was dressed casually in skintight black jeans and a plain white, man's tank top. Her magnificent breasts and large stiff nipples clearly visible through the thin cotton fabric. She wore handsomely tooled black leather boots on her feet and a single silver chain around her throat. Her long black hair fell freely about her shoulders and her crystal blue eyes glittered with anticipation.

Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed below her breasts, she smiled and reminded me of the first rule of living with her?I was obviously wearing too many clothes. I nervously began to strip, afraid to look at her, but aware that her eyes never left my body. When I was finally naked, she sauntered over to me and, threading her fingers through my hair, pulled me forward to plant a very wet, erotic kiss on my mouth. Taking her time, her tongue exploring every inch of warm, wet flesh?ending the kiss with sensual suction on my lower lip.

"This is a good day to start your training." Smiling, she took my hand and led me to a closet I hadn't yet noticed. Inside was an incredible variety of revealing clothing in all colors of the rainbow. Corsets of red, black and white lace?all with demi bra cups designed to lift my breasts, but leave the nipples exposed. Silken stockings, a short white lace apron reminiscent of French maids, thigh high leather boots in white and black, ankle boots in red, gold and silver, all with very high heels designed to show off the shape of my legs. There were casual clothes too. Sleeveless t-shirts cut off so high that my breasts would surely be exposed from the bottom and cut off shorts that would fit me so tight that they would cling to every curve. G-strings in all imaginable colors and fabrics?too many things for me to grasp all at once.

"I bought you a few things to wear here at home," she said. "Do you like them? I think they'll show off your body magnificently." Standing behind me as I gazed into the closet, she cupped my bare breasts in her palms and began slowly teasing my ultra-sensitive nipples. I could feel moisture gathering between my thighs and leaned my head back on her shoulder, lifting my arms around her neck to grant her better access to my breasts. Her lips lazily explored mine as she thrust her thigh between my legs, lifting me off the floor. The rough texture of the denim stimulated my clit and I was sure her jeans would be drenched.

"Mmmm?you taste good. I wonder if you taste sweet all over." She grinned wickedly at me before adding; "I'll have to taste every inch of you later just to see. And if you're a good little girl, I might take you dancing tonight. Now choose what you want to wear today and join me downstairs for brunch." Lowering her lips to mine, she kissed me breathless. Then she lowered me gently to the floor and smiled as she noticed the dark stain on her jeans. Rubbing the damp spot, she lifted her hand to her nose and sniffed before licking my juices off of her fingers. Smiling sensually, she left the room.

God, I was so excited I was shaking. My nipples were tiny pebbles and my clit was throbbing, just from that brief contact. Smiling to myself, I looked through the garments in the closet, trying to decide what to wear?what she would like. Deciding to go for the virginal look, I chose a white lace corset that cinched my waist and left the tops of my breasts bare. To that I added white silk stockings trimmed in lace and white, strappy, high-heeled sandals. My only jewelry was the tiny gold crucifix at my throat. I brushed my honey blonde hair until it shone and let it fall loosely over my shoulders. Adding a bit of pale pink lipstick, I surveyed the results in the mirror. Just what I was trying for?helpless innocence. The absence of pubic hair made me look even younger than I am.

I had some trouble navigating the stairs in those five-inch spikes. I guess I'll eventually get used to them, but for now, they added to the image of youthful inexperience. Taking small steps to keep my balance, I joined her in her library. She was draped over an enormous leather chair, sipping champagne. When I entered the room, I stopped and waited?anxious for her approval. The sensual smile that spread slowly across her face told me all that I needed to know?she wanted me.

Sitting up, she beckoned me to stand in front of her. "Come sit in my lap Sweetheart." When I turned to sit sideways, she reached out to guide my body into a different position?straddling her thighs, facing her. She gently kissed my lips and handed me a glass of champagne, lifting her own for a toast. "To a delightful semester." I smiled and raised my glass to sip. I'd never had champagne before and found I enjoyed the sensation of the bubbles on my tongue. Almost as soon as I lowered my glass, she placed a red, ripe strawberry against my lips. Accepting her offering, I bit down and the sweet juice from the berry mixed with the champagne, creating a culinary orgasm. I closed my eyes to fully enjoy the sensation and I felt her mouth on my right nipple. She must have had champagne in her mouth because I felt the same bubbly sensation that I had on my tongue.

Releasing my breast, she sat back and set her glass on the table, gazing at me as if I were a gourmet meal set before her for her personal enjoyment. "You look beautiful Sweetheart, you chose well. We're going to play a game now?I'm going to play with your body and you aren't allowed to orgasm until I give you permission. If you come too soon?I'll have to discipline you again."

With that, she captured both my wrists behind my back in the strong grasp of one hand and began to lightly stroke my bare pubis with the long nails of her other hand. I gasped at the sensation and struggled to maintain control. My mind was a blur, almost not catching her next question. "What would you like Sweetheart? Tell me." Gasping for air, I answered?I wanted to see her bare breasts. Pausing in her subtle torture, she leaned back and pulled her shirt over her head. God, they were gorgeous. High and full with large pointed nipples. "You like?" she asked. "Oh yes," I breathed, growing wetter by the minute. "May I please touch them?" She smiled. "If you do well with today's lessons Sweetheart, I'll let you suck them as a reward."

She once again grasped my wrists and began stroking my smooth nether lips. Leaning forward, she licked and bit my own nipples until I lost control and arched my back to get closer to her. Half-growling and half-laughing at my discomfort, she relented and sucked each nipple deep into her warm, wet mouth as she grazed my clit with her elegant fingers. My hips rocked back and forth in response to the wild sensations coursing through me. "Now, slow down, little one?we have a long way to go before you can come."

"Try to concentrate on something else and it will be easier to control yourself Sweeting. I should tell you about the place I'm taking you dancing tonight anyway." She proceeded to describe a nightclub for 'people like us,' Doms and subs, she called us. At this club, anything goes?people are naked, restrained, light discipline?nothing too sadistic. Mostly women go there, but some men go there too. People often share their partners, but she assured me, she wasn't about to share me. They can look all they want, but no touching?she said she's quite possessive. There we can dance together; body to body, kissing and touching all we like?and others will be doing the same.

If she thought this conversation would make it easier for me to hold back, she was crazy. As she slid her fingers inside me, thrusting in and out, her thumb stroked my clit in a quick circular motion. She described to me in detail how she planned to tease my body as we dance and I completely lost it. Her fingers thrust harder and faster as she sensed my impending orgasm and her velvety voice reminded me that I'd be punished if I came without her permission. I begged her to allow me release. She refused, but I was unable to hold back any longer and came in a torrent of pleasure, knowing that I'd just earned myself another session across her lap.

Smiling, she leaned back and stated that I needed to work on my self-control. It was almost impossible to act contrite, knowing that I wanted her punishment as much as she wanted to give it. Lifting me off her lap with her hands at my waist, she guided me over to a glass case in the corner of the library. My knees were shaking as she explained that I was looking at one of her collections. Inside the case were a variety of riding crops, slender canes and silken whips. I shuddered; thinking that this was maybe a bit too much for me. She wrapped her warm arms around me and whispered "No matter what I use on you Sweetheart, I will never hurt you. The excitement comes from knowing that I could, but that you trust me enough to know I won't. Select any device in the case and I'll prove to you that you'll love the way I wield it."

Taking a deep breath, I pointed to an ebony colored cane, determined to prove I wasn't afraid. She opened the case and removed the cane, snapping it in the air to produce a shrill whistle. A chill climbed up my spine at the sound. She handed me the cane and proceeded to peel her jeans over her small waist and elegantly flared hips, kicking them out of her way. Next came her black lace panties?staring into my eyes the entire time, then lifting the delicate garment to my face so that I could smell the essence of her.

"Now, Love, you're going to pleasure me while I punish you." She sprawled across the leather chair and spread her legs wide, motioning me between her thighs. "Come give me the cane Sweetheart." As I came closer, she took the cane from my hands and pulled me down for a sensual kiss. Our breasts were pressed together and her softness was irresistible. "Now lick my nipples Love?make me hot." As I feasted on her beautiful breasts, she slowly traced my inner thighs with the tip of the cane. After a few moments of worshiping her breasts, she whispered "Now I want you to eat me?start slowly and increase your speed and pressure as I increase the speed and pressure of the cane on your lovely ass."

As I slid my mouth down her taut stomach toward her heated center, she added "Oh, and I want you to stroke yourself at the same pace?we'll come together this time Sweetheart."

God, I was so excited by her touch, her scent, her words?my blood was on fire and I had only one desire?to make her come harder than she'd ever come before. Starting with feather like strokes on her silken inner thighs, I kissed and licked my way toward her center as I felt the light, teasing strokes of the cane on my upper thighs and ass. As I began to lick and lightly suck her outer lips, the speed and intensity of the cane increased, but all I felt was excitement and a light stinging sensation?no real pain.

My right hand drifted to my own center, following her instructions exactly. I glanced up and caught her eyes just as my tongue grazed her clit. Her half-lidded eyes had darkened to a deep shade of blue and she was pinching her own nipples with her free hand. "That feels very nice Sweetheart?are you sure you've never done this before?" I paused and raised my head slightly. In my most serious and sincere voice I answered "No, I'm a virgin?or was until you."

A low moan escaped her lips as I began to lick her clit and touch my own at the same time. The gentle punishment escalated and my thighs and buttocks warmed under her attentions. I began to suck her, flicking my tongue rapidly across her sensitive nub and she gasped and arched her hips toward me. Apparently she stopped rubbing her own nipples as suddenly I felt the pinch of her sharp nails on my own aching peaks. I teased her wet opening with the fingers of my left hand before sliding first one then two of my fingers deep in her warm, velvety center. The sweetness of her and the continuing sensual punishment was driving me over the edge and I wanted to make sure she went first.

Adding a third finger, I took her clit between my teeth and sucked, lashing the hard nub with the tip of my tongue. The cane fell from her hand and she released my nipple as she grasped the arms of the chair, her hips bucking with intense orgasm. Deep moans erupted from her chest as I abandoned my own clit and reached up to pinch and roll her nipples. It seemed as if she came forever and I delighted in knowing that I had caused this to happen. I gave her intense this pleasure.

As she slowly returned to earth, I kissed my way up her body, ending with her lips. Tasting her own satisfaction on my tongue, she wrapped both arms around me and kissed me deeply. Leaning back, she sighed and smiled. "You are a very good student, but I think you forgot something." Puzzled, I stared at her, unsure of what I'd missed. She laughed and hauled me face up across her lap, my head resting against the arm of the chair and my thighs spread wide over the other arm. Trapping my arms behind me, under her thigh, she began to stroke my clit and pinch my nipples. In this position, I was completely exposed to her and she had both hands free to tease me.

When orgasm overcame me I was trembling, my thighs sprawled wide, hips bucking erratically. In the aftermath, she cuddled me into her body and soothingly stroked the stinging stripes the cane had left on my ass and thighs. God, I didn't even realize that she was whipping me hard enough to leave marks. It had only excited me more.

"Now, I think you need a nap. I want you to be wide awake tonight." She lifted me as if I weighed nothing and carried me into her own bedroom, settling me onto the wide, unmade bed. The black satin sheets felt cool against the warmth of my ass. She settled in beside me and cuddled me spoon fashion, wrapping her arm across my body and resting her warm palm possessively over my breast. I fell into a dreamless sleep with the warmth of her sweet breath against my neck.

T

he dancing was incredible. She selected my clothes for the evening and I found myself dressed, but not dressed. I wore an emerald green, silk garter belt with black net stockings. Over that she added a very short, matching, wrap around skirt that flared out from the waist. The hem of the skirt fell slightly below my buttocks. My upper body was barely covered by a black silk chemise, cropped just under my breasts so that if I lifted my arms at all, my nipples peaked out from underneath the hem. On my feet were the thigh high black leather boots. I wore my hair up and curled softly, with stray tendrils framing my face and a light coating of coral lipstick completed the picture.

She wore dark blue leather pants that hugged her hips and waist in a most disconcerting manner. Her low-heeled matching boots were adorned with a silver ankle bracelet that sounded musical when she moved. She wore a loose fitting blue silk shirt, open almost to the waist, that emphasized the smooth contours of her breasts and did nothing to hide her peaked nipples. Her hair fell free around her shoulders and her eyes glittered in the low lighting of the club.

I felt very self-conscious that people were staring at me, but I trusted her to keep me safe. As we danced I raised my arms to slide them around her neck, exposing the undersides of my breasts. My skirt was so short that it too raised as I embraced her, offering teasing glimpses of my ass. She slid her hands under my top to roll my nipples as I leaned my head against her shoulder and moaned. She moved her hands to caress my inner thighs, whispering "They are all jealous. You are so delectable that they want you for themselves, but you're mine." She emphasized this statement with sharp pinches to my tender ass. I squirmed under her sensual attention, knowing all those strangers were watching us.

"I'm going to make you come right here on the dance floor." My knees turned to water as she proceeded to make good on her promise, sliding her fingers across my clit and rolling my nipples between practiced fingers. I lifted my lips to hers and let myself go?kissing her hotly and spreading my thighs for her attention. Time seemed to slow to a stand still as we stood on the dance floor and I moaned my orgasm for all to hear and see. I've never been so embarrassed and so excited in all my life. I wanted to die and I wanted her to do it again?and she did?three times before my legs finally gave out.

The looks of admiration from the other club members amazed me as we threaded our way back to our table. I think some of them were even for me. I had no idea that it would be so exciting to lose control in front of so many people. All night long, we alternated between dancing and sharing champagne at our table. I sat on her lap most of the time, with my top raised to expose my breasts for her attention. I actually lost count of my orgasms as she played me both on the dance floor and at our table.

I can't wait to go there again. I can't wait to see what she has in store for me today. God, I'm a complete submissive nymphomaniac and she owns me body and soul.

Wednesday, August 4

S

ummer session has been quiet and undemanding. I only have one class, in Creative Writing, and I'm acing it. If they want creative writing, I should just turn in my journal, that would give them apoplexy. The Head Mistress only has to work part time during summer session?three half days a week. That's given us lots of time to play and I'm continually surprised at the increasing level of passion. I'd heard that the magic wears off after a few weeks of living together, but she excites me now more than in the beginning. Her special brand of gentle domination leaves me breathless.

Yesterday, she wasn't working and I had no class, so we stayed in bed later than usual. I slowly awakened to the touch of her lips on my nipples. Automatically, I moved to press her mouth closer and found I couldn't move my arms. It seems she'd awakened before I did and had secured my wrists to the high posts of her antique headboard with silk scarves. I tried to move my legs and found my ankles had been restrained to the footboard in much the same manner. A flash of fear swept over me, replaced quickly by excitement as I remembered who had restrained me. She would never hurt me, and she always took me to heights of passion I never imagined possible.

She lightly bit each of my nipples and I could no longer pretend to be asleep. I gasped and arched my back, presenting my wet hard nipples for her pleasure. Smiling, she gazed at me with lazy passion in her eyes. "Good morning, sleepyhead." I gazed deep into the azure depths and smiled back. "I see the early bird gets the slave, huh?"

Warm laughter bubbled from her as she dipped her head to suck each nipple in turn. I moaned my approval and relaxed, waiting to see what she had in mind. "I'm very hot this morning Love, I want you to eat me?while I'm eating you." With that she shifted her body over mine and settled her wet center over my waiting mouth. Just as I began to tongue her outer lips, I felt her spreading mine and going straight for my clit. As she lightly sucked my pleasure button, I decided two could play at this game and grazed her clit with my teeth. She gasped and bucked her hips, pressing her clit against my warm tongue in the process.

As she continued to pleasure me with her tongue, she raked the insides of my thighs with her long, sharp nails. I wanted to bend my knees and spread myself wider to her attentions, but the restraining silks prevented that. Still, she sensed my desire and laughed throatily at my frustration. Lifting her mouth from my center, she admonished "Patience Sweetheart, you still haven't gotten the hang of that."

"It's just you?" I gasped. "I can't seem to control myself when you touch me."

"That's why I am in control Love" she answered in her most seductive tone. "Make me come Sweetheart and then?maybe, I'll let you come."

I shivered at her words and began to pleasure her in earnest, while she merely teased my wet opening. I struggled to keep my hips still and concentrate on her pleasure, but each time I gained control, she'd take it back with a flick of her tongue or a nip of her sharp, white teeth. God, this was torture of the sweetest kind. Finally, blocking out her distractions I rose to the challenge of making her come and began an assault on her clit that even she was helpless to resist. I knew I'd won when I felt her hips begin to rock against me and her head came to rest on my inner thigh. I could hear her panting and moaning deep in her throat, all signs of her impending orgasm. Unable to use anything but my lips and tongue to force her over the edge, I had divine inspiration to try something new. Raising my head so that my tongue could reach her firm buttocks, I pressed my chin hard against her clit and snaked my tongue between her firm globes to lick savagely at her rear passage.

It was a gamble?I didn't know if this was an erogenous zone for her, but the gamble paid off as her hips began to buck wildly and a high, keening sound erupted from her throat. I increased the pressure of my chin against her clit and struggled to keep my mouth in place in spite of her erratic movements. Restrained as I was, I controlled her now. I kept her on the verge of orgasm as long as I could, then began moving my jaw in a circular motion against her clit. She pressed down so hard against my face that all I could breath was the scent of her passion. Her cries of release were louder than usual and I felt very pleased with myself.

As she returned to the real world, her body relaxed, resting full length on mine. I kissed and nibbled the silken skin of her inner thighs and I relished the tiny shudders passing through her body. I was still excited and aching myself, but I knew she'd reward me in kind.

Surprising me, she rose from our bed and retrieved a small vial from her dresser. The amber colored liquid inside looked harmless enough and she opened the vial with an evil grin. Dipping her fingertip into the vial, her eyes never left mine as she liberally spread the sweet smelling oil over the tips of my breasts and nipples. Then dipping her finger once more, she generously applied the fragrant oil to my clit and nether lips, all the way back to coat the opening to my anus as well. Then she sat back and smiled at me as she watched recognition bloom in my eyes. All the places she'd rubbed with the oil began to tingle and slightly burn. It felt like a thousand tiny tongues teasing all my most sensitive places at one time. I began to squirm and she smiled seductively.

Returning the vial to the dresser, she watched my expression as she released me from my restraints. "How about a picnic today Sweetheart? We could ride over to that lake with the waterfall you love so much." As she dressed for the day, I was trying to wrap my brain around her words, but I was so dazed with desire all I could do was reach between my own thighs for release. Her strong hand locked around my wrist before I reached my goal and she scolded "No Sweetheart, you are not allowed to touch yourself. That's part of the today's game?learning patience. Now get up and get dressed for the picnic. I'll saddle Minerva. I picked up the food from the dining hall while you were still sleeping."

With that, she left the room as I stared after her, my body burning with desire. Feeling incredibly aroused, I went to that special closet and contemplated what I could wear that would make her want to ravish me. I ended up in an ivory crop top made of sheer, stretchy material that hugged the peaks of my breasts, but hung loosely at the bottom. When settled in place, it left the lower curves of my breasts bare. Next I chose a russet color, short skirt that flared out at the hem, barely covering my buttocks. To that I added the warm brown western boots she'd given me for my birthday and pulled my long hair into a ponytail.

My body was burning hotter still from the oil she'd used on me and I could barely keep from releasing myself. The only thing stopping me was the knowledge that she had something really special planned for us and I didn't want to spoil it. The ride to the lake was a short one, so I wasn't worried about protecting the insides of my thighs from the smooth leather of her western saddle. I knew I'd ride in front of her too. I never really tried to learn to ride, since I so much enjoyed riding double with her.

Meeting her outside the stable, she gazed approvingly at my clothing and smiled. "Are you doing okay Sweetheart? Not too much for my wicked little lover is it?" I raised my arms around her neck and kissed her hotly. I whispered my response in her ear and felt her body quiver. "I belong to you?you may do whatever you wish with me?I trust you and?oh God, I want you."

She placed her hands on my waist and effortlessly lifted me onto Minerva, then swung up into the saddle behind me. She kept her hands on the reins until we entered the shelter of the forest trail, then began raking her long nails over my nipples through the tight mesh fabric stretched over my breasts. I writhed beneath her touch and the canter she'd chosen was absolute torture to my clit. My hands rested carefully on her leather-clad thighs as I leaned my head against her shoulder. She met my gaze with a smile and pinched my nipples sharply as she plunged her tongue into my mouth.

What was usually a short ride took what seemed an eternity, with her teasing my body all the way there. Today was going to be something special, and the anticipation was killing me. When we arrived at the lake, she dismounted first, lifting me out of the saddle to slide my body against hers as she lowered me. She bit and sucked my lower lip, then pushed me away, indicating I should wait. She began to remove the saddle from Minerva and I was confused. We never stayed here long enough to need to do that. Another surprise was the riding crop attached to the saddle. I'd never known her to use one on Minerva?then the answer bloomed in my passion-muddled brain. She intended to use it on me.

She lowered the saddle to the ground under the shade of a wide spread oak tree and patted Minerva's withers, sending her to graze in a nearby meadow. Turning to me, she retrieved the crop from the saddle and, tapping the slender end in the palm of her other hand, she smiled. "Raise your shirt Sweetheart, and rub your nipples. I want to watch you." I raised the tight top just above my nipples so that the elastic pressure pushed them forward and made them even more sensitive. I stared into her passion filled eyes and slowly, deliberately began to tease my extended nipples.

"God, you're beautiful Sweetheart. Today, I'm going to teach you the pleasures of the crop. We're going dancing again tonight and I want the marks fresh for everyone to see how well you submit to me. Straddle the pommel end of the saddle with your ass high in the air and keep pinching those succulent nipples. I'd lick them for you, but I don't want to lick away all the oil. That stuff is going to keep you coming for hours."

I obeyed her, settling my aching clit against the base of the rough leather wrapped pommel. The knob pressed against my tortured opening and I felt her lift my skirt to bare my ass. She started with light strokes of the crop on my upper thighs, moving to my ass as I writhed, rubbing my clit against the pommel and pinching my sensitive nipples. After a dozen or so strokes, she threw the crop down and grabbed me. Sitting on a fallen log, she pulled me across her muscular thighs and growled "I want to do this with my own hands."

She alternated stinging slaps to my buttocks with sliding her fingers across my slick clit. My hips were beginning to pump, raising my ass to meet each stroke of her hand. By the time she decided to release me, my ass was hot and stinging and there was a flood of passion between my thighs. Helping me up, she commanded me to kneel before her and touch myself. Her eyes locked with mine as she watched me masturbate?all the while telling me how lovely I was?how wonderful it felt to spank me?how exciting it was to her to see the marks of passion she left on my body, branding me as hers. I came so hard I collapsed against her, panting. To my dismay, the release was not enough. The oils she used on me would keep me hot for hours, even into tonight's visit to the club.

We spent the afternoon by the lake, but she wouldn't let me swim since the water would wash away the effects of the oil. She wanted to keep me hot and at her mercy all day. God, it was so erotic. Even later at the club I found myself begging her for release. What a picture we must have made on the dance floor?I was completely topless that night, my nipples constantly hard. I wore a very short, black, skin tight skirt over a black satin garter belt and black lace stockings. She would often raise my skirt, kneading and pinching my pink buttocks as we danced, slipping her bare thigh between my legs and moving erotically until I orgasmed. She seemed to enjoy the envious stares of both the men and the women watching us.

Everyday with her is an adventure. But I think she's ruined me for a normal sex life. Anything else would seem tame compared to her gentle torture. What I really fear is what I will do when she tires of me or when it's time for me to graduate. I think I've fallen hopelessly in love with her and I don't know what to do.

Sunday, November 1

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ince my love is still snoozing, a very unusual thing, I wanted to record the events of the past few days before they fade into memory. The new semester started quietly for us. The worst part being that we can no longer pleasure each other whenever the notion strikes. She sends for me whenever her busy schedule allows, but no more lazy, lust filled mornings.

There have been some changes in our relationship over the months. She finally talked me into getting my nipples pierced?promising that when they healed, they'd be more easily stimulated. Now I know what she meant. Still, I'm glad she got me completely drunk before we did the deed. The neat gold rings she gave me as a gift are constantly rubbing against my clothing and stimulating my pleasure centers. We can be out in public and a simple hug from her sets my breasts on fire. Also, now that school has started, I wear that collection of g-strings under my uniform?and each pair is equipped with a tiny remote control vibrator. At great expense, I suspect, she's acquired a long-range transmitter that will activate the vibrator no matter where I am on campus. It's her way of calling me to her office.

When I arrive, she watches as I slowly strip down to just the g-string, and then my punishment begins. She had these beautiful gemstones made to clip onto my nipple rings?some weighing more than others, constantly tugging and stimulating me. I think I like the Hematite ones the best. They are small but very heavy. These seem to be her favorites too since she always chooses to attach them when she's preparing to spank me in her office. Some of the more ornate ones are connected by thin gold chains that allow her to excite me with a gentle tug on the chain. She gave me a matching set of these adorned with tiny gemstones and an ankle bracelet to wear when we go to the club. I almost always go there topless now?she loves to see other guests stare at my breasts?and I have to admit that I do to.

Lying draped across her muscular thighs in nothing but my g-string and my body jewelry with my wrists trapped at the base of my back by her strong hands makes me feel vulnerable like nothing else ever has. The vibration against my ever sensitive clit and the subtle pressure of the gemstones pulling at my nipples makes her stinging blows to my upper thighs and ass all that much more exciting. We try not to do this too often, not wanting to arouse suspicion, but it seems that we end up pleasuring each other everyday. I realize now that she's taking a great risk being with me. Even though I'm of legal age, if the board of directors ever discovered our secret, she'd be fired. I get worried for her and we both promise to save our passions for home, but it never seems to last long.

Last night was the Halloween Costume Ball at the club. She took care of our costumes?a deep dark secret to me until we started to get dressed. She dressed first, then brought my costume to me. When she entered the room, I suddenly felt lightheaded as I saw her costume for the first time. She was dressed as an ancient warrior woman in leathers that fell just below her buttocks and ornate brass armor across her breasts. The costume was complete with high boots, knee bracers, gauntlets, a battle sword slung over her back and a delicious looking whip at her side. The tops of her succulent breasts were adorned with scrolling metal work and a long black cloak was attached to her armor at the shoulders.

My own costume could have fit in an envelope. It consisted of a new gold chain for my nipple rings, adorned with diamonds and emeralds; and a gold chain metal g-string strung with the same jewels. The g-string had a tiny vibrator that fit neatly over my clit, almost invisible to the eye. There were matching spike-heeled sandals, ankle bracelets, earrings and a choker necklace mimicking the scrollwork on her armor. I dressed and looked at myself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom, suddenly frightened at revealing this much of my body to our friends at the club. No longer strangers, I felt a little uncomfortable with showing them everything. She stepped up behind me and I was shocked at the sensual contrast of our costumes. She slipped an ornate feathered half mask over my eyes, settling my hair in place and I gasped at the visual effect. She ran teasing fingers over my sensitive buttocks, reminding me of our punishment session earlier in the day. I was sure that there were thin red marks on my ass from her skillful wielding of the cane. I definitely looked the part of the perfect slave.

Sighing, I decided to let the fantasy take over and not worry about other people. Tonight, she would be my warrior and I her devoted body slave. Leaning back against her body, I watched in the mirror as she touched the transmitter tucked inside her gauntlet and the vibrator sprang to life. Staring into her fiery blue eyes, I stood perfectly still as she cupped my breasts in her palms and raked the sensitive peaks with her nails. We smiled at each other's image as my palms stroked the insides of her thighs. This evening was bound to be a new fantasy come true.

She had rented a limousine for our transportation and it was waiting outside. At the door, she produced the final item of my costume?a full length, emerald green, velvet cloak, lined in ivory satin. To keep me warm, she said. The only clasp on the cloak was a broach at the throat, also designed like her armor. It was apparent that she wanted everyone to know I belonged to her. Sweeping the cloak over my naked body and fastening the clasp, she kissed me lightly and smiled. "Ready to go Sweetheart?"

I nodded and we left her house, settling into the luxury of the limousine. The trip was a short one?only thirty minutes or so. But she spent the entire time teasing my body, so that when we arrived, I was terribly aroused and somewhat frustrated.

She checked my cloak at the door, but kept hers as it was an essential part of her costume. The gold, spike-heeled sandals on my feet made it difficult for me to walk since they were even higher than I'd become accustomed to. Entering the ballroom was a feast for the eyes. There were French maids, Amazon warriors, nurses, Egyptian princesses, can-can girls, and western dance hall girls all in various stages of undress. The music was a heady mix of jazz and blues. The Doms were dressed in tuxedos, as gunslingers, in military dress uniforms and biker leathers. As we made our way to our reserved table, I felt eyes raking my body and a hot blush crept over my skin. She guided me to our seats with a possessive hand on my buttocks, raking the sensitive surface with her nails and sending shivers up my spine.

Ordering drinks, she surprised me my choosing hard liquor for both of us. She'd never let me have anything but wine and champagne before, except when I'd gotten my nipples pierced?and she said that was medicinal. Shrugging casually at my questioning look "It won't hurt once in a while and you look like you need to relax." She was right of course?I was wound tighter than a clock and very nervous. The alcohol in my drink did take the edge off my fears and allowed me to relax enough to dance with her.

If you could call it dancing?it was more like making love on our feet?with an audience and music. She even leaned my body back over her powerful arm and sucked and bit my nipples. I was torn between closing my eyes to hide from our spectators and watching them watch us. They all knew from past experience that I was off-limits, but there was nothing wrong with watching her ravish me. She slid her bare thigh between mine and rocked against my clit as we danced. Whispering to me as she caressed my breasts, telling me how beautiful I looked and how arousing it was to take me in front of all those people.

We danced many times last night and each time she brought me to orgasm?sometimes swallowing my cries with her hot kisses and sometimes letting me entertain the crowd with my throaty moans. I guess this was what won us the "most sensual couple" prize. But I still don't understand how I won the "sexiest costume" prize. There were lots of women whose costumes were just as good or better. She said it wasn't the costume, but who was in it.

And best of all, last night was the first time she punished me in public. God?I'm still soaked thinking about it. It didn't last long, but she completely surprised me by concocting an imagined jealousy and commanding me to bend over the edge of our table. Activating my vibrator on the highest setting and loosing the whip from her side, she applied several light strokes to my bare ass, then dropped the whip to grab me and kiss me breathless as I orgasmed in her arms.

I am so in love with her, but I'm afraid to tell her. I think I'll die if she puts me aside for another and I have no idea what I'm going to do when I have to graduate and leave her.

Christmas Day

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think this has been the happiest day of my life. Last night, we dropped our usual roles for a few hours and actually talked. I finally confessed my love for her and, miracle of miracles, she loves me too. It started when I got home before she did. I was sad, thinking that the year was half over and that soon, I'd have to move on. Sitting in the dark, with only the lights of the Christmas tree, I was lost in thought, completely unaware that my eyes were flooded with tears and that they were coursing down my cheeks.

That's how she found me.

Wrapping her strong arms around me, I could hear the panic in her voice as she asked what was wrong. "Did someone hurt you? Are you unhappy here? Did I hurt you? Talk to me Baby."

Turning to gaze into her worried blue eyes, I sniffed and told her I was just being silly. She didn't accept that answer and cuddled me closer, reminding me that I can tell her anything. Taking the ultimate chance, I lifted my gaze to hers and softly said "I'm deeply in love with you and I never want to leave your side. I don't want it to be over when I graduate."

The worried look in her eyes slowly transformed into confusion, then doubt, before finally settling into something akin to elation. Tipping my face up to hers, she gently brushed her lips across mine and answered, "I love you too, little girl?more than I ever thought possible. You don't ever have to leave me?you are the center of my life and I'll want you forever." And for the first time we made love without games.

Just as she can be an exciting dominatrix, she can be the most tender lover. I had no idea what to expect when she swept me into her arms and carried me into her bedroom. Lighting the fireplace, she turned back to me and began slowly undressing me, dropping soft kisses on each newly exposed inch of my flesh. Between kisses, she spoke haltingly of all the things she loved about me. Surprisingly, the list went well beyond my physical attributes. Speaking softly, almost hesitantly, she told me she loved my sense of humor, my laughter, my adventurous spirit, my creativity, intelligence and tenaciousness. She loved my compassion, my concern for others. Most of all she loved the way I trust her and try to take care of her in small ways. I never thought she noticed my subtle attempts to improve her eating habits, to make sure she sleeps enough and all the other little things I try to do to ease her load. All of this while she made sweet and tender love to me?not just my body, but all of me. She lovingly kissed and licked each tiny wound she'd inflicted on my body. This lovemaking was all softness, the orgasms were not as raw, but they reached all the way to my soul.

For the first time, she not only allowed, but encouraged me to experiment?giving up the control she had always clung to in our lovemaking. She allowed me to tease her body, breathlessly begging me for release instead of commanding me to bring her satisfaction. I'd never made love like this before?didn't know it was possible. She was my first and now I know she'll be my last.

In the warm afterglow, we talked about the balance of power in our relationship. I let her know that I didn't want to change anything?that I love being her body slave, but I also let her know that I wanted to have some control over my life outside the bedroom. With tears in her eyes, she asked forgiveness for making me feel it was ever otherwise. She told me that she'd used my libido to steer me in directions she thought would be best for me in the long run. She only wanted to protect me from the very real dangers in life. The games we play are guaranteed not to harm me, but the real world was just waiting to strip me of all the good in my soul.

I spoke of wanting to be a writer and we talked about where I could go to college to further that ambition. She told me that she'd already contacted a few colleagues about me and begun the process of trying to help me get into a good school. She confessed that she hoped I'd choose a school close to home so we could continue to live together, but that she'd made inquiries at non-commuter schools too, wanting to give me the choice.

I was so overwhelmed with happiness that I could barely hold back my tears. Then she took the ultimate risk and asked me to 'marry' her?to be her equal partner in life. Tears overflowed my eyes and I smiled as I kissed her soft lips, warm laughter bubbling from deep within my soul. I told her that I'd stay with her as long as she wanted me. She gazed into my eyes and answered with one word?forever. Then I whispered softly that I really loved her sensual dominance and I wanted that to continue with her in complete control.

A wicked grin crossed her face and I knew everything would be okay. "Tomorrow is another day Love, and trust me, I'll make you beg for release like never before." We cuddled deep in each other's arms and fell into an exhausted, but peaceful sleep.

T

he morning dawned with new possibilities as she introduced me to a new brand of dominance. I awakened to the light caress of her lips and tongue at the base of my throat. Smiling lazily, I tried to stretch and discovered that I was once again bound spread eagle to her bed. God, I thought, she doesn't miss a beat.

"Merry Christmas Sweetheart. Your first gift is a tongue bath, followed by a massage." She smiled sensuously and proceeded to cover every inch of my body with wet kisses, licks and bites?studiously avoiding my breasts and the apex of my thighs. It seemed to go on for hours, with me begging her to touch my nipples, my clit. Her only response was throaty laughter and our private joke about patience. Every inch of me was on fire before she finally relented and lightly touched one of my hard nipples with the tip of her tongue. Warming to her task, she licked and sucked me to orgasm as my body burned beneath her touch.

Then, releasing me from my restraints, she rolled me onto my belly and moved on to the massage. Her strong fingers found every kink and knotted muscle. When she reached my tender buttocks, she bathed them with her tongue instead, pausing every so often to blow cooling breaths against the wet tortured flesh. I felt like a goddess reborn as she worshiped all of me, right down to my fingertips. Rolling me over again, she lay her body full length across mine and kissed me deeply. Gazing into my eyes, she affirmed her love for me. This new duplicity was very erotic. Throughout the day I never knew if she was my lover or my mistress, and I think that not knowing made both roles more exciting to me.

My gifts were a combination of the practical, the romantic and the purely erotic. A new winter coat in forest green cashmere, sparkling emerald earrings and soft, fur-lined wrist and ankle restraints to name but a few. She fed me a breakfast of champagne and fresh strawberries, then invited me to shower with her. Her shower was huge, with three water jets. One to each side of the shower and the third on the back wall about three feet off the floor?just the right height to aim at my sensitive clit. She adjusted the water temperature, then guided me under the flow. Turning my body to face the back wall, she whispered throatily that I should grab onto the bar above my head for balance. I'd been tethered to this bar before and knew why she'd installed it. This time, she was asking me to submit?having to control myself for her was even more exciting that being restrained.

As I grasped the bar, she turned my hips toward the third jet and let the strong water pressure pound against my clit. Soaping her hands, she washed me from head to toe, ending at my breasts. I was already trembling with desire when she began to soap my nipples, rubbing and pinching lightly. She ran her tongue around the shell of my ear and whispered to me of her love, of how she feels when she looks at and touches my body. She promised to love and care for me forever and somehow that promise took on an erotic flavor. As my body began to quiver with impending orgasm, she encouraged me to hold back. She eased off my nipples until I could get my breathing under control, then began again. She lazily took me to the edge several times before I could finally take no more, but the difference this time was that it was my choice to hold back. After another bout of exerting my self-control, I brokenly told her that the next time I wanted to come. She laughed gently, praising my efforts to control myself and promising an explosive orgasm as a reward.

Slipping her slick thigh between mine, she pushed me closer to the water jet and increased the pressure on my nipples to just short of pain. My legs gave out and I was glad of the bar that supported me. Leaning back to look into her eyes, I felt my orgasm explode within me. I stared into her blue depths, wanting her to see all my love in my eyes as I writhed against her. It was incredible?I'd acquired a level of self-control I'd never thought possible. She no longer needed physical restraints, now she could command me with just words.

Recovering my ability to breathe, I switched places with her, bathing her gently as she too held the bar for support. I licked and sucked her breasts before soaping them, then plucked at their hard peaks while telling her how much I love her and how I love to watch her come. I asked her to look in my eyes too and let me see the passion of her orgasm?and she did, tears coursing from her eyes as she reached her peak.

Leaving the shower, we dried each other between kisses and embraces, then I shyly asked her to be my mistress again. Fire ignited in her eyes as her voice moved into her commanding register. "Go dress for me Sweetheart?choose something to please me, then come to the library." And I knew just what I wanted to wear.

Twenty minutes later I entered the library, dressed as I had been for the Halloween Ball. A slow smile spread across her face and she watched me move confidently toward her whip collection, selecting one of the silken ones with multiple tendrils.

Turning to stare into her eyes, I moved toward her, kneeling between her spread thighs. I reached out and opened the towel she'd wrapped around her body before leaving the bath and pressed my body against her, kissing her deeply. My lips and tongue moved over her throat, down to her breasts and lightly sucked each nipple before pausing to place the whip in her hands, effectively giving her complete control. Grinning wickedly, she lifted me up to straddle her thighs and playfully tugged the gold chain connecting my nipples with her teeth. The sensations that coursed through my body were more intense than ever.

"Clasp your hands behind your neck Sweetheart, and keep them there. It raises your lovely breasts higher."

She continued by kissing me deeply as she tugged harder on the chain. At the same time, she raked her nails over my bare pubis and I struggled not to writhe against her. It was a delicious feeling to know I had to rely on my self-control to obey her commands. This was even more erotic than being bound. She teased and stroked me everywhere, our eyes locked in a mutual battle of wills. Her words said hold back, her hands and mouth said surrender.

Almost at the end of my control, I lowered my hands and slid to the floor between her thighs. Slightly raising my ass in the air, I looked from her eyes to the silken whip she held loosely in one hand. Smiling, she said "Ask me?beg me."

When I lowered my eyes in embarrassment and she reached out, lifting my face to stare into her eyes. "No?look at me when you ask."

I stammered, unable to force the words from my mouth. She ran the whip teasingly over my ass and said "Come on Sweetheart, you can do it. I dream of hearing you beg me to whip you?taste me?you'll find that I'm dripping in anticipation."

I dipped my tongue into her sweet center and found that she was telling the truth. Shuddering with arousal, I looked up into her eyes and said "Please whip me my love, I want to feel the sting of your passion on my flesh."

"Oh God" was all she could say as she shifted to lay a stinging stroke across my buttocks. "Again" she commanded and I answered her with a flood of sensual pleading. I don't know how long we played at this game, but at some point she activated my vibrator and my passion escalated. I alternated between begging for her tender punishment and assaulting her clit with my lips and tongue.

Knowing that we were both nearing the end of our endurance, she dropped the whip and pulled me up over her thighs, raising my tender buttocks for the stinging slaps of her strong hands. Now I started talking, begging her to go harder and faster. Telling her how I loved being at her mercy. I spread my thighs wide, inviting her to enter me between blows. Abandoning the punishment altogether, she thrust all of her fingers into my soaked passage and roughly pinched and rolled my nipples as I came explosively, shivering as my whole body spasmed in release.

Trying to regain my ability to breathe, I was very aware that she was still incredibly aroused. Sliding off her lap, I sat cross-legged before her on the soft rug and asked her to masturbate for me. I'd done it many times for her and I wanted to watch her as she stroked herself to orgasm.

Smiling, she stared into my eyes as her fingers dipped between her luscious thighs and she began to circle her clit with her long fingers. Breaking eye contact, I lowered my eyes to watch the movements of her hand as I lightly raked her sensitive inner thighs with my nails. When her hips started to buck, I looked back to catch her gaze and watched her tongue wet her parted lips as she struggled to breath. Rising to my knees, I took both of her nipples and rolled them gently between my fingers. This sent her over the edge, moaning and gasping?whispering how much she loved me, needed me.

We spent the day naked in front of the fireplace in her library. We drank champagne, ate decadent gourmet delights, pleasured each other and napped. Tonight I can sleep peacefully, knowing she loves me and that even as our relationship evolves, it only seems to get better.