Nandita To Nandini
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Introduction/Prologue/Message from Lady`Sapphire
The following story is selectively autobiographical/biographical/really honestly true, and selectively made up out of whole-cloth. I leave it to you, dear reader, to decipher the truth from the fiction. (Names may or may not have been changed to protect... this writer from accusations of libel. ;)
IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: Lady`Sapphire is a firm believer in Safe, Sane, and Consentual (or, previously delineated areas of 'non-consentual') play. For the sake of the flow of the story, all safeword discussions have been omitted. Please be smart and know who you're playing with and use a safeword.
To begin, a bit of background, in first-person style, then the actual story in normal third-person narrative form.
A few weeks ago, I headed back to my hometown to marry my sub. Now, we're pretty much just ourselves around people, so anyone who has half a clue (or, anyone ?in the scene?) would probably be able to tell that we are a Domme/sub couple. For example, there was the time we went to a Walmart in a fairly small town where we knew no one and bought a paint stick, a hairbrush, a ruler, some deodorant, and something else I can't recall that was perfectly innocent. The check out girl beeped our items through, looked up, and without missing a beat said, ?It looks like someone's getting a spanking.? My darling sub turned about 15 shades of red, and I had to hold in my laughter until we got out to the car. It took me a while to convince him that for her to have figured that out, she must do some spanking of her own (or get spanked, whichever). But I digress.
A few weeks ago, I headed back to my hometown to marry my sub. The poor boy had to stay here and work while I was helping my mother finalize plans and arrangements. I was there for nearly a month. That's a long time to be without one's sub, and gas prices being what they are, we couldn't get together at all during that time. Now, my hometown is tiny (as in, if you're driving through, don't blink or you'll miss it). So, what does a bored Domme do in a stifling small town in rural red state America? She jumps on the Internet and finds out there's a play party going on in a larger town an hour and a half or so away, new-comers and beginners welcome. The choice of whether or not to go floats in her brain for several days, and then she finds herself getting into the car one night, two weeks and a night before she marries her sub, and driving to the party.
Omitting details that would simply bore the reader (no, this Domme cannot find her way through a town she sort of knows with the help of a yahoo map, but that's why I left early), I arrived at the party. Now, this (Lady Sapphire Party-Crashes a Play Party in Another State) in itself may have made for a fairly amusing true-tale-with-embellishments, but what happened next, my friends... Well, at this point, I'll simply switch styles and begin the narrative portion of this bit of writing, and hope that you enjoy the ?juicy bits? as much as I did.
Chapter the First:
Lady Sapphire walked into the party like she was walking onto a yacht, her hat strategically placed below one eye, her scarf was apri-- okay, okay, sorry, couldn't resist. Ahem.
Chapter the First, for real this time:
Lady Sapphire entered the party, silently repeating her litany of self-appointed rules for the evening. Look but don't touch, no alcohol or drugs, no real names. A simple and straight-forward list meant to keep her life simple and straight-forward. Ah, but life can bring such temptations...
Lady Sapphire looked around the party. The room was large, divided into sections, and for several moments Lady Sapphire allowed herself to get acclimated to the atmosphere and her surroundings. Fortunately, the people here were very nice, and introduced themselves with ease. Lady Sapphire introduced herself and explained that she was visiting family in the area and not a member of the local scene. The people welcomed her and she began to feel more and more comfortable in her environment. Adorable subs and slaves in collars and on leashes, plugged subs, wonderful snapping and cracking and thwacking sounds coming from various cubicle-esque ares of the large basement room of someone's private home.? Lady Sapphire began to gravitate toward the unmistakable sound of a belt being used on some female bottom. As Lady Sapphire stepped up to watch, she never imagined what she'd see.
A lithe blond Domme in black leather was beating a gorgeous little brunette with very short hair. That, in and of itself, wasn't shocking at all. But Lady Sapphire gasped out loud, making the blond look up. In her blue eyes there was an undeniable flash of recognition. The belt fell across the brunette's thighs with an oddly heavy sound, and the blond spoke, almost mechanically. ?Dismissed, girl.? The brunette looked up in obvious confusion, but obeyed swiftly, standing up from where she was bent over a small table and going over to a corner to kneel quietly. Lady Sapphire and the blond stared at each other wordlessly, and a few people began to look back and forth between the two of them a bit nervously.
Lady Sapphire broke the silence first, careful not to say anything inappropriate. ?I wasn't expecting to see you here.?
The blond shook her head, licked her lips, and tried to speak. ?I didn't think I'd see you here either, S..?
?Sapphire,? Lady Sapphire quickly jumped in. ?Lady Sapphire, here, you know.?
The blond nodded in quick understanding. ?Mistress Michelle,? she said, and reached out a hand encased in black leather to shake hands. Lady Sapphire quickly determined that the ?look but don't touch? rule had not included this possibility, so she shook hands with her old friend from high school (and middle school and grade school).
The two Dommes excused themselves and went to a private room. Lady Sapphire stared at Mistress Michelle in utter and complete bewilderment. ?I always thought... that you'd be good at this sort of thing, but I never thought you'd realize it.?
Mistress Michelle laughed dryly. ?It's not easy. I feel a lot of guilt over this, coming here... but freedom too. Release. I just can't seem to stop. I've prayed...?
?Does Scott know?? Scott was Mistress Michelle's husband, and every bit as straight laced as Mistress Michelle was supposed to be. Scott had gone to a Bible college and was a youth ministry music leader or something like that, if Lady Sapphire recalled correctly.
Mistress Michelle looked aghast. ?Heavens, no! He can't ever know about this... What about Jim? Does he know??
?Well, he doesn't really know I'm here tonight, because he wouldn't want to know. But he knows.. who and what I am. He's my sub.? Lady Sapphire replied. Mistress Michelle's face blanched a bit. She looked envious, but also morally superior. Lady Sapphire hadn't forgotten that self-righteous glint, the one that said, ?I may be playing with fire, but I don't get burned, 'cause I've got God on my side. You, on the other hand...? The glint made Lady Sapphire decide to push things just a bit. ?And who was that girl you were strapping so effectively??
The glint disappeared entirely, and Mistress Michelle blushed deeply, the kind of blush that means that who we are and who we say we are are not the same person. ?My sub,? she admitted, hugging her arms around herself.
Lady Sapphire very briefly weighed her next choice of words and decided she had to say them or regret it for the rest of her life. Dropping her usual diplomacy in favor of a bit of cattiness, she said, ?So, I, the bisexual deviant have a male sub, and you? -- she did manage not to call her old friend 'church girl' -- ?you have a female sub.?
Mistress Michelle looked up, fire in her familiar blue eyes. ?Don't you be calling me a lesbian, Sapphire. I have a husband and a baby and I'm no dyke.?
Lady Sapphire looked at her long-time friend and contemplated her choices. There was a clear challenge present in those last words, and the shame that Michelle was clearly feeling... could lead to some very interesting possibilities. On the other hand, ?Look but don't touch,? and watching Michelle with her cute little brunette could be a great deal of fun too. Then, Lady Sapphire hit upon exactly how she wanted to spend her evening. By combining the two ideas, of course...
Chapter the Next:
Lady Sapphire drew herself up to her full height, which was a few inches shorter than Michelle's 5'8?. She spoke slowly, quietly, and firmly, as though addressing a sullen child. ?Michelle, that sort of name-calling is highly inappropriate, particularly in a setting like this. And I take offense to it personally, when you use it derisively like that.?
?You started it, you --? Michelle stopped abruptly, realizing that her iron control had cracked. She set about to rebuild it, to put this unexpected meeting on her terms. ?You're right, I'm sorry. I think I need to go home--?
?Oh, Shelly,? Lady Sapphire said, intentionally reducing her old friend's assumed name to a nickname, so as to subtly condescend to her. ?Don't let me being here ruin your evening. I'm sure that cute little girl of yours would be disappointed if you didn't at least finish her whipping. And are you going to allow her to cum tonight? I'm sure she'd love to play with her cunt for you.?
Shelly twitched at this frank and graphic talk. Her facades were all crumbling, her Mistress face was cracking, her Pillar of the Community face was cracking, and she felt lost, confused, and half-panicked. She tried to take a breath to put herself back together, at least some facet of herself, but Lady Sapphire pressed on, not giving her a chance to reassemble her sense of self. ?Really, Shelly, I'm curious. Do you play with your cunt while your little slut plays with hers? Does it make you all hot and wet? Do you think of that girl while you're fucking Scott??
There was an audible gasp, and Lady Sapphire realized that at least one person was eavesdropping on their conversation. Lady Sapphire drew herself closer to her old friend and whispered the last part into her ear: ?Was that slut what you were thinking of when David was conceived??
?How dare you!? Michelle flared and slapped her old friend across the face. ?How dare you??
Lady Sapphire drew herself a step closer to Michelle instead of backing away, and spoke very softly. ?But it's true, isn't it, Shelly?? Lady Sapphire took hold of Shelly's wrist when she tried to slap her again, this time with a great deal less passion. ?Isn't it, Shelly??
Shelly couldn't lie, and just nodded. Her eyes were angry, scared, betrayed, and ashamed. Lady Sapphire noted the anger and sent a quick and silent prayer up to God that she knew what she was doing. She was really not in the mood for what was good for the goose being good for the gander.
Chapter the Third:
Lady Sapphire took her old friend into her arms and embraced her, at which point Shelly began to cry. ?It's okay, Shell, it's okay, I'm right here. I'm not here to expose you or hurt your life with Scott and David or anything of the kind. But you have to be honest with yourself. You have to be honest about who and what you are.?
Michelle nodded, tears streaming down her face, and clung to her old friend. ?I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to slap you, I'm sorry, I--?
Lady Sapphire traced the edge of Michelle's cheek softly. ?Shh, shh, it's okay, Shelly. You're feeling guilty and ashamed about lots of things, and I know a way to help you with those feelings. Shelly, do you understand me??
Shelly looked into Lady Sapphire's eyes, and recognized the warmth and love in the familiar hazel orbs. ?You.. you mean you want to...? her voice faded away as her Mistress self would not allow her to finish the sentence.
?Spank you, darling. To help you. It will help you release all those awful feelings, and then you can think clearly about who you are and what you are and what you need to do with those things.?
Shelly shivered and nodded. ?Ok,? she whispered.
?Ok. Take off your clothes and wait right here, I'll be right back,? Lady Sapphire instructed. She hurried out of the private area where they were, and caught Michelle's sub skulking nearby. She grasped the eavesdropping slut by the elbow and marched her along with her while she went to foyer where she had entered. Lady Sapphire picked up her ?Bag o' Tricks? from the floor there (look, but don't touch. One's paddle and crop do the touching, so it doesn't count against the rule). She marched the eavesdropping little wench back with her to the private room and stepped inside, closing the door firmly.
Shelly stood there, nude, and gasped when her sub was led into the room. ?Sapphire! How could you? That's my--?
?Lady Sapphire, my dear, show the proper respect please. And this little bitch is an eavesdropper and was listening in on our conversation. Now, she will kneel in the corner with her back to us while I help you to feel better. Then, we can punish your little bitch together.?
Something in Lady Sapphire's tone told both Michelle and her slut that she was not to be trifled with. The slut knelt quickly in a corner without uttering a word in her own defense. She knew she had humiliated her Mistress and that her tush (and tits and cunt) would pay the price. She bowed her head and tried not to listen to what was happening with her Goddess.
(Punishment should fit the crime, so Lady Sapphire is of the opinion that eavesdrops should get an earful of something they don't want to here.)
Very quickly, Lady Sapphire was sitting on a straight-backed chair with Shelly over her lap. Shelly was completely nude and Lady Sapphire let her eyes travel along the delicious curves of her naked body. In high school, Shelly had always been too skinny for Lady Sapphire's tastes, she like girls with some meat on their bones. But pregnancy had curved Shelly out nicely, and she was no longer a toothpick. Lady Sapphire took her time getting Shelly arranged on her lap, then slowly pressed her right thigh up to elevate Shelly's smooth, white bottom.
?I'm going to spank you with my hand to begin with, Shelly. Are you ready?? As Shelly nodded her reluctant assent, Lady Sapphire slipped on her leather gloves (normally, a breach of the look but don't touch rule, but this being an old friend, it didn't really break the rule) and brought her hand down sharply and steadily on her high school best friend's pale backside. Bright pink handprints soon lit up the white globes, then turning darker and more red as Lady Sapphire rained down the spanks. She started light and easy and steadily got firmer and sharper in her swats. Shelly tried to be stoic, but by the time 50 or 60 firm swats had landed, she began to squirm. The slut in the corner began to cry, hearing the firm spanking her Mistress was receiving.
?Let go, Shelly. Let go of it all. Let the shame come out. Let the fear come out. Let it all out, little Shelly, it's okay. Let it go. I've got you, my old friend...? Lady Sapphire crooned gently, and Michelle wept. Lady Sapphire stopped spanking, and rubbed her friend's bottom and held her for a long time.
Then Lady Sapphire took her thick oak hairbrush from her bag. ?Now, my dear, since you're already over my lap, you do need to be punished for slapping me and for that dyke comment earlier. You were very naughty, disrespectful, and you deserved to be punished.? Without waiting for a response, Lady Sapphire cracked the thick brush down on the sensitized bottom flesh. Crack! Smack! Thwack! The brush danced on the blond Michelle's rear, and she began to howl with pain.
?Ow! Oww! Owwww! Ok, ok, ok, Sapphire, stop, stop, I'm sorry, I'll be good, honest.?
?Oh, that doesn't show any contrition, Shelly. It's Lady Sapphire or Ma'am.? And the brush continued its measured assault on the tender never-spanked-in-their-adult-life buns.
?Owwww! Ouch! Laaaady Sapphire I'm sorrryyyy and I'll beee goood!? Shelly howled as the brush began to pepper her sitspots and upper thighs.
?I didn't quite here that, my dear,? Lady Sapphire cooed, wanting everyone to know that she was spanking their 'Mistress Michelle.' The power she felt, spanking a strong, powerful Domme in that Domme's own home turf was exquisite.
?Owwww! I I I I saidddd Owwwwww! I said I I I'm sor sor sorry Ladyyy Sapphireee Ma'aaam. I'll b b bee good!? howled Shelly, even louder. Lady Sapphire was satisified that that had been heard and set down the brush. She began to rub Shelly's red, sore bottom.
?Ohh, what's this I see? Shelly, are you wet from your spanking??
?Nn.. I don't know,? Shelly whimpered.
?Find out,? Lady Sapphire commanded. She saw the slut in the corner squirm with embarrassment at her Mistress's humiliation. Slowly, Shelly moved her hand down to her pussy and slipped her fingers inside. She brought them out and showed them to Lady Sapphire. ?I asked you if they're wet, I want an answer, not fingers waved in my face, girl.? Lady Sapphire responded coldly.
?Y.. yes Ma'am. I'm wet, Ma'am,? Shelly whispered, very humiliated. Judging by the goo on her fingers, very turned on, as well.
?Lick them clean,? Lady Sapphire ordered. Without a word, Shelly licked her fingers clean. ?You like the taste of pussy, girl??
?Y.. yes, Ma'am, I like the taste of pussy,? Shelly whispered.
?Now, I'm going to spank you and while I do, you finger yourself, play with your clit, finger-fuck yourself. Do NOT cum without my permission, or you will be very sorry. Is that clear, girl??
?Y.. Yes, Ma'am,? the blond managed to choke out. Her hand slipped back to her mound and her fingers entered into her groove.
Lady Sapphire began to rain down the? hand spanks again, quickly, sharply, while speaking. ?So, you're not a dyke, hmm? You have a female slut, and you're playing with yourself over the lap of another woman who just spanked you red. But you're not a lesbian. You think of girls instead of boys while you fuck, but you're just as straight as they come. Hmm??
Shelly whimpered and cried softly, pumping her fingers in and out of her cunt. ?Please, please, Ma'am, please.?
?Please, what? Spank you harder? Fuck you with a strap on? Order your little cunt girl over here so you can eat her out? Hmm? I think I really like that last one. Slut! Come here!? Lady Sapphire's voice rang out.
The slut emerged from the corner, face wet with tears. Her Goddess was being humiliated and punished, and that tore the slut's heart. She stood where she was ordered to stand, naked, her crotch even with her Mistress's head. She was ordered to spread her legs and let her Mistress lick her to orgasm, while Lady Sapphire continued to spank her red, sore ass, and she herself continued to masturbate. With a little repositioning, everything was in order, the slut's pelvis thrust forward for her Mistress's tongue, Shelly over Lady's Sapphire's lap, one hand at her crotch, the other balancing her on the floor, her head perpendicular to the floor so she could lick her whore.
The feeling that Lady Sapphire had then, making a strong Domme submit to eating out her own bitch while playing with herself and being spanked, was like nothing she'd ever known. She felt strong and powerful and sexy and... well, it was definitely some of the best Domme Space she'd ever known.
The slut began to whimper, to cry out, to beg for release. Lady Sapphire nodded, and the wench came, moaning and shuddering wantonly, as sluts so often do. Very soon after that, Shelly began to whimper too. ?Please, please, Lady Sapphire Ma'am, please let me cum. Please, let me cum,? she pleaded.
?Be specific now, girl. How do you want to cum??
?Ohhh, please, Lady Sapphire, please, please let me cum for you, let me finger-fuck myself to orgasm, let me explode for you, please, Ma'am, I beg you, ohhh God, please Ma'am, please.?
Lady Sapphire smiled an evil smile and picked up the hairbrush once more. She brought the brush down on the blond beauty's thighs rapidly. ?You may cum, my dear.?? And then Shelly was bucking and howling and gasping and moaning and shuddering and shaking and quivering and quaking in pain and orgasm. She howled loudly, then stiffened, the rode wave after wave of intense orgasm.
Lady Sapphire was as horny as she had ever been. She ordered both girls out of the room and to go clean themselves up and become presentable. As soon as they were out of the room, Lady Sapphire was looking into the mirror on the back of the door and touching the heck out of her clit that she saw reflected there.
~ ~ ~
I could continue with what happened to the slut, and other things, if people want to hear that. That part was a lot of fun too. I'm just too tired tonight to continue right now, so if you want to hear more, let me know.
Introduction/Prologue/Message from Lady`Sapphire
The following story is selectively autobiographical/biographical/really honestly true, and selectively made up out of whole-cloth. I leave it to you, dear reader, to decipher the truth from the fiction. (Names may or may not have been changed to protect... this writer from accusations of libel. ;)
IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: Lady`Sapphire is a firm believer in Safe, Sane, and Consentual (or, previously delineated areas of 'non-consentual') play. For the sake of the flow of the story, all safeword discussions have been omitted. Please be smart and know who you're playing with and use a safeword.
To begin, a bit of background, in first-person style, then the actual story in normal third-person narrative form.
A few weeks ago, I headed back to my hometown to marry my sub. Now, we're pretty much just ourselves around people, so anyone who has half a clue (or, anyone ?in the scene?) would probably be able to tell that we are a Domme/sub couple. For example, there was the time we went to a Walmart in a fairly small town where we knew no one and bought a paint stick, a hairbrush, a ruler, some deodorant, and something else I can't recall that was perfectly innocent. The check out girl beeped our items through, looked up, and without missing a beat said, ?It looks like someone's getting a spanking.? My darling sub turned about 15 shades of red, and I had to hold in my laughter until we got out to the car. It took me a while to convince him that for her to have figured that out, she must do some spanking of her own (or get spanked, whichever). But I digress.
A few weeks ago, I headed back to my hometown to marry my sub. The poor boy had to stay here and work while I was helping my mother finalize plans and arrangements. I was there for nearly a month. That's a long time to be without one's sub, and gas prices being what they are, we couldn't get together at all during that time. Now, my hometown is tiny (as in, if you're driving through, don't blink or you'll miss it). So, what does a bored Domme do in a stifling small town in rural red state America? She jumps on the Internet and finds out there's a play party going on in a larger town an hour and a half or so away, new-comers and beginners welcome. The choice of whether or not to go floats in her brain for several days, and then she finds herself getting into the car one night, two weeks and a night before she marries her sub, and driving to the party.
Omitting details that would simply bore the reader (no, this Domme cannot find her way through a town she sort of knows with the help of a yahoo map, but that's why I left early), I arrived at the party. Now, this (Lady Sapphire Party-Crashes a Play Party in Another State) in itself may have made for a fairly amusing true-tale-with-embellishments, but what happened next, my friends... Well, at this point, I'll simply switch styles and begin the narrative portion of this bit of writing, and hope that you enjoy the ?juicy bits? as much as I did.
Chapter the First:
Lady Sapphire walked into the party like she was walking onto a yacht, her hat strategically placed below one eye, her scarf was apri-- okay, okay, sorry, couldn't resist. Ahem.
Chapter the First, for real this time:
Lady Sapphire entered the party, silently repeating her litany of self-appointed rules for the evening. Look but don't touch, no alcohol or drugs, no real names. A simple and straight-forward list meant to keep her life simple and straight-forward. Ah, but life can bring such temptations...
Lady Sapphire looked around the party. The room was large, divided into sections, and for several moments Lady Sapphire allowed herself to get acclimated to the atmosphere and her surroundings. Fortunately, the people here were very nice, and introduced themselves with ease. Lady Sapphire introduced herself and explained that she was visiting family in the area and not a member of the local scene. The people welcomed her and she began to feel more and more comfortable in her environment. Adorable subs and slaves in collars and on leashes, plugged subs, wonderful snapping and cracking and thwacking sounds coming from various cubicle-esque ares of the large basement room of someone's private home.? Lady Sapphire began to gravitate toward the unmistakable sound of a belt being used on some female bottom. As Lady Sapphire stepped up to watch, she never imagined what she'd see.
A lithe blond Domme in black leather was beating a gorgeous little brunette with very short hair. That, in and of itself, wasn't shocking at all. But Lady Sapphire gasped out loud, making the blond look up. In her blue eyes there was an undeniable flash of recognition. The belt fell across the brunette's thighs with an oddly heavy sound, and the blond spoke, almost mechanically. ?Dismissed, girl.? The brunette looked up in obvious confusion, but obeyed swiftly, standing up from where she was bent over a small table and going over to a corner to kneel quietly. Lady Sapphire and the blond stared at each other wordlessly, and a few people began to look back and forth between the two of them a bit nervously.
Lady Sapphire broke the silence first, careful not to say anything inappropriate. ?I wasn't expecting to see you here.?
The blond shook her head, licked her lips, and tried to speak. ?I didn't think I'd see you here either, S..?
?Sapphire,? Lady Sapphire quickly jumped in. ?Lady Sapphire, here, you know.?
The blond nodded in quick understanding. ?Mistress Michelle,? she said, and reached out a hand encased in black leather to shake hands. Lady Sapphire quickly determined that the ?look but don't touch? rule had not included this possibility, so she shook hands with her old friend from high school (and middle school and grade school).
The two Dommes excused themselves and went to a private room. Lady Sapphire stared at Mistress Michelle in utter and complete bewilderment. ?I always thought... that you'd be good at this sort of thing, but I never thought you'd realize it.?
Mistress Michelle laughed dryly. ?It's not easy. I feel a lot of guilt over this, coming here... but freedom too. Release. I just can't seem to stop. I've prayed...?
?Does Scott know?? Scott was Mistress Michelle's husband, and every bit as straight laced as Mistress Michelle was supposed to be. Scott had gone to a Bible college and was a youth ministry music leader or something like that, if Lady Sapphire recalled correctly.
Mistress Michelle looked aghast. ?Heavens, no! He can't ever know about this... What about Jim? Does he know??
?Well, he doesn't really know I'm here tonight, because he wouldn't want to know. But he knows.. who and what I am. He's my sub.? Lady Sapphire replied. Mistress Michelle's face blanched a bit. She looked envious, but also morally superior. Lady Sapphire hadn't forgotten that self-righteous glint, the one that said, ?I may be playing with fire, but I don't get burned, 'cause I've got God on my side. You, on the other hand...? The glint made Lady Sapphire decide to push things just a bit. ?And who was that girl you were strapping so effectively??
The glint disappeared entirely, and Mistress Michelle blushed deeply, the kind of blush that means that who we are and who we say we are are not the same person. ?My sub,? she admitted, hugging her arms around herself.
Lady Sapphire very briefly weighed her next choice of words and decided she had to say them or regret it for the rest of her life. Dropping her usual diplomacy in favor of a bit of cattiness, she said, ?So, I, the bisexual deviant have a male sub, and you? -- she did manage not to call her old friend 'church girl' -- ?you have a female sub.?
Mistress Michelle looked up, fire in her familiar blue eyes. ?Don't you be calling me a lesbian, Sapphire. I have a husband and a baby and I'm no dyke.?
Lady Sapphire looked at her long-time friend and contemplated her choices. There was a clear challenge present in those last words, and the shame that Michelle was clearly feeling... could lead to some very interesting possibilities. On the other hand, ?Look but don't touch,? and watching Michelle with her cute little brunette could be a great deal of fun too. Then, Lady Sapphire hit upon exactly how she wanted to spend her evening. By combining the two ideas, of course...
Chapter the Next:
Lady Sapphire drew herself up to her full height, which was a few inches shorter than Michelle's 5'8?. She spoke slowly, quietly, and firmly, as though addressing a sullen child. ?Michelle, that sort of name-calling is highly inappropriate, particularly in a setting like this. And I take offense to it personally, when you use it derisively like that.?
?You started it, you --? Michelle stopped abruptly, realizing that her iron control had cracked. She set about to rebuild it, to put this unexpected meeting on her terms. ?You're right, I'm sorry. I think I need to go home--?
?Oh, Shelly,? Lady Sapphire said, intentionally reducing her old friend's assumed name to a nickname, so as to subtly condescend to her. ?Don't let me being here ruin your evening. I'm sure that cute little girl of yours would be disappointed if you didn't at least finish her whipping. And are you going to allow her to cum tonight? I'm sure she'd love to play with her cunt for you.?
Shelly twitched at this frank and graphic talk. Her facades were all crumbling, her Mistress face was cracking, her Pillar of the Community face was cracking, and she felt lost, confused, and half-panicked. She tried to take a breath to put herself back together, at least some facet of herself, but Lady Sapphire pressed on, not giving her a chance to reassemble her sense of self. ?Really, Shelly, I'm curious. Do you play with your cunt while your little slut plays with hers? Does it make you all hot and wet? Do you think of that girl while you're fucking Scott??
There was an audible gasp, and Lady Sapphire realized that at least one person was eavesdropping on their conversation. Lady Sapphire drew herself closer to her old friend and whispered the last part into her ear: ?Was that slut what you were thinking of when David was conceived??
?How dare you!? Michelle flared and slapped her old friend across the face. ?How dare you??
Lady Sapphire drew herself a step closer to Michelle instead of backing away, and spoke very softly. ?But it's true, isn't it, Shelly?? Lady Sapphire took hold of Shelly's wrist when she tried to slap her again, this time with a great deal less passion. ?Isn't it, Shelly??
Shelly couldn't lie, and just nodded. Her eyes were angry, scared, betrayed, and ashamed. Lady Sapphire noted the anger and sent a quick and silent prayer up to God that she knew what she was doing. She was really not in the mood for what was good for the goose being good for the gander.
Chapter the Third:
Lady Sapphire took her old friend into her arms and embraced her, at which point Shelly began to cry. ?It's okay, Shell, it's okay, I'm right here. I'm not here to expose you or hurt your life with Scott and David or anything of the kind. But you have to be honest with yourself. You have to be honest about who and what you are.?
Michelle nodded, tears streaming down her face, and clung to her old friend. ?I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to slap you, I'm sorry, I--?
Lady Sapphire traced the edge of Michelle's cheek softly. ?Shh, shh, it's okay, Shelly. You're feeling guilty and ashamed about lots of things, and I know a way to help you with those feelings. Shelly, do you understand me??
Shelly looked into Lady Sapphire's eyes, and recognized the warmth and love in the familiar hazel orbs. ?You.. you mean you want to...? her voice faded away as her Mistress self would not allow her to finish the sentence.
?Spank you, darling. To help you. It will help you release all those awful feelings, and then you can think clearly about who you are and what you are and what you need to do with those things.?
Shelly shivered and nodded. ?Ok,? she whispered.
?Ok. Take off your clothes and wait right here, I'll be right back,? Lady Sapphire instructed. She hurried out of the private area where they were, and caught Michelle's sub skulking nearby. She grasped the eavesdropping slut by the elbow and marched her along with her while she went to foyer where she had entered. Lady Sapphire picked up her ?Bag o' Tricks? from the floor there (look, but don't touch. One's paddle and crop do the touching, so it doesn't count against the rule). She marched the eavesdropping little wench back with her to the private room and stepped inside, closing the door firmly.
Shelly stood there, nude, and gasped when her sub was led into the room. ?Sapphire! How could you? That's my--?
?Lady Sapphire, my dear, show the proper respect please. And this little bitch is an eavesdropper and was listening in on our conversation. Now, she will kneel in the corner with her back to us while I help you to feel better. Then, we can punish your little bitch together.?
Something in Lady Sapphire's tone told both Michelle and her slut that she was not to be trifled with. The slut knelt quickly in a corner without uttering a word in her own defense. She knew she had humiliated her Mistress and that her tush (and tits and cunt) would pay the price. She bowed her head and tried not to listen to what was happening with her Goddess.
(Punishment should fit the crime, so Lady Sapphire is of the opinion that eavesdrops should get an earful of something they don't want to here.)
Very quickly, Lady Sapphire was sitting on a straight-backed chair with Shelly over her lap. Shelly was completely nude and Lady Sapphire let her eyes travel along the delicious curves of her naked body. In high school, Shelly had always been too skinny for Lady Sapphire's tastes, she like girls with some meat on their bones. But pregnancy had curved Shelly out nicely, and she was no longer a toothpick. Lady Sapphire took her time getting Shelly arranged on her lap, then slowly pressed her right thigh up to elevate Shelly's smooth, white bottom.
?I'm going to spank you with my hand to begin with, Shelly. Are you ready?? As Shelly nodded her reluctant assent, Lady Sapphire slipped on her leather gloves (normally, a breach of the look but don't touch rule, but this being an old friend, it didn't really break the rule) and brought her hand down sharply and steadily on her high school best friend's pale backside. Bright pink handprints soon lit up the white globes, then turning darker and more red as Lady Sapphire rained down the spanks. She started light and easy and steadily got firmer and sharper in her swats. Shelly tried to be stoic, but by the time 50 or 60 firm swats had landed, she began to squirm. The slut in the corner began to cry, hearing the firm spanking her Mistress was receiving.
?Let go, Shelly. Let go of it all. Let the shame come out. Let the fear come out. Let it all out, little Shelly, it's okay. Let it go. I've got you, my old friend...? Lady Sapphire crooned gently, and Michelle wept. Lady Sapphire stopped spanking, and rubbed her friend's bottom and held her for a long time.
Then Lady Sapphire took her thick oak hairbrush from her bag. ?Now, my dear, since you're already over my lap, you do need to be punished for slapping me and for that dyke comment earlier. You were very naughty, disrespectful, and you deserved to be punished.? Without waiting for a response, Lady Sapphire cracked the thick brush down on the sensitized bottom flesh. Crack! Smack! Thwack! The brush danced on the blond Michelle's rear, and she began to howl with pain.
?Ow! Oww! Owwww! Ok, ok, ok, Sapphire, stop, stop, I'm sorry, I'll be good, honest.?
?Oh, that doesn't show any contrition, Shelly. It's Lady Sapphire or Ma'am.? And the brush continued its measured assault on the tender never-spanked-in-their-adult-life buns.
?Owwww! Ouch! Laaaady Sapphire I'm sorrryyyy and I'll beee goood!? Shelly howled as the brush began to pepper her sitspots and upper thighs.
?I didn't quite here that, my dear,? Lady Sapphire cooed, wanting everyone to know that she was spanking their 'Mistress Michelle.' The power she felt, spanking a strong, powerful Domme in that Domme's own home turf was exquisite.
?Owwww! I I I I saidddd Owwwwww! I said I I I'm sor sor sorry Ladyyy Sapphireee Ma'aaam. I'll b b bee good!? howled Shelly, even louder. Lady Sapphire was satisified that that had been heard and set down the brush. She began to rub Shelly's red, sore bottom.
?Ohh, what's this I see? Shelly, are you wet from your spanking??
?Nn.. I don't know,? Shelly whimpered.
?Find out,? Lady Sapphire commanded. She saw the slut in the corner squirm with embarrassment at her Mistress's humiliation. Slowly, Shelly moved her hand down to her pussy and slipped her fingers inside. She brought them out and showed them to Lady Sapphire. ?I asked you if they're wet, I want an answer, not fingers waved in my face, girl.? Lady Sapphire responded coldly.
?Y.. yes Ma'am. I'm wet, Ma'am,? Shelly whispered, very humiliated. Judging by the goo on her fingers, very turned on, as well.
?Lick them clean,? Lady Sapphire ordered. Without a word, Shelly licked her fingers clean. ?You like the taste of pussy, girl??
?Y.. yes, Ma'am, I like the taste of pussy,? Shelly whispered.
?Now, I'm going to spank you and while I do, you finger yourself, play with your clit, finger-fuck yourself. Do NOT cum without my permission, or you will be very sorry. Is that clear, girl??
?Y.. Yes, Ma'am,? the blond managed to choke out. Her hand slipped back to her mound and her fingers entered into her groove.
Lady Sapphire began to rain down the? hand spanks again, quickly, sharply, while speaking. ?So, you're not a dyke, hmm? You have a female slut, and you're playing with yourself over the lap of another woman who just spanked you red. But you're not a lesbian. You think of girls instead of boys while you fuck, but you're just as straight as they come. Hmm??
Shelly whimpered and cried softly, pumping her fingers in and out of her cunt. ?Please, please, Ma'am, please.?
?Please, what? Spank you harder? Fuck you with a strap on? Order your little cunt girl over here so you can eat her out? Hmm? I think I really like that last one. Slut! Come here!? Lady Sapphire's voice rang out.
The slut emerged from the corner, face wet with tears. Her Goddess was being humiliated and punished, and that tore the slut's heart. She stood where she was ordered to stand, naked, her crotch even with her Mistress's head. She was ordered to spread her legs and let her Mistress lick her to orgasm, while Lady Sapphire continued to spank her red, sore ass, and she herself continued to masturbate. With a little repositioning, everything was in order, the slut's pelvis thrust forward for her Mistress's tongue, Shelly over Lady's Sapphire's lap, one hand at her crotch, the other balancing her on the floor, her head perpendicular to the floor so she could lick her whore.
The feeling that Lady Sapphire had then, making a strong Domme submit to eating out her own bitch while playing with herself and being spanked, was like nothing she'd ever known. She felt strong and powerful and sexy and... well, it was definitely some of the best Domme Space she'd ever known.
The slut began to whimper, to cry out, to beg for release. Lady Sapphire nodded, and the wench came, moaning and shuddering wantonly, as sluts so often do. Very soon after that, Shelly began to whimper too. ?Please, please, Lady Sapphire Ma'am, please let me cum. Please, let me cum,? she pleaded.
?Be specific now, girl. How do you want to cum??
?Ohhh, please, Lady Sapphire, please, please let me cum for you, let me finger-fuck myself to orgasm, let me explode for you, please, Ma'am, I beg you, ohhh God, please Ma'am, please.?
Lady Sapphire smiled an evil smile and picked up the hairbrush once more. She brought the brush down on the blond beauty's thighs rapidly. ?You may cum, my dear.?? And then Shelly was bucking and howling and gasping and moaning and shuddering and shaking and quivering and quaking in pain and orgasm. She howled loudly, then stiffened, the rode wave after wave of intense orgasm.
Lady Sapphire was as horny as she had ever been. She ordered both girls out of the room and to go clean themselves up and become presentable. As soon as they were out of the room, Lady Sapphire was looking into the mirror on the back of the door and touching the heck out of her clit that she saw reflected there.
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I could continue with what happened to the slut, and other things, if people want to hear that. That part was a lot of fun too. I'm just too tired tonight to continue right now, so if you want to hear more, let me know.
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Karen looked at the class of girls standing expectantly in the gym, waiting for her to speak. She could not help thinking how sexy the school uniform made them all look, consisting as it did of a tiny skirt that left buttocks uncovered, and an abbreviated top which tied at the bust. A thong completed the wardrobe.Her first class, in her first teaching job. She had spent the last week checking all the equipment and sporting facilities, made out wonderful, multi-coloured teaching schedules for...
LesbianKaren started getting on my case about spending too much money and questioned where it went. That is why there is such a gap. Luckily, the lies seemed to pacify her but this still meant waiting for another meeting with Mistress Nikki. As the weeks went by, I set money aside and let it add up. The day that I could afford another session, couldn't come sooner. Mistress was a bit stunned to see me back there, figuring we had ended our time together. "Well, well, well. He has returned. Once...
He watched them as they sat sipping their colorful drinks and flirting with male guests and hotel employees alike at the Garden Cloud Lounge. They were undoubtedly four sisters, all in their late twenties and thirties, and attractive. They were obviously American, and they laughed as they tried what little Spanish they knew on the young waiters. He had seen groups like this many times. Their often affluent husbands allowed them to have "Girl's Time Off" now and then. It worked out on both...
My sexy blonde wife came downstairs, opening the lounge door, her spiked high heels clicked across our wooden floor as she strutted into the lounge.“Fucking hell!” I blurted out.She was wearing a tight shiny black clinging latex minidress with matching latex stockings and long latex black evening gloves. Her large full breasts were being hugged by the skintight latex as though they were painted with the shiny black material. Her waist was cinched in by the tightness of the garment which made...
Catherine and Alexander by: Bruce Leach Although the children never knew it times had been rough in the castle. Their father, the Duke of Beaufort, had in recent days made a number of unfortunate alliances that put not only his fortune but his entire properties and even his own life in jeopardy. In these days after the king's death the wrong friends could mean accusations of treachery and the Duke had made all the wrong friends. Things looked bleak until he had an...
Part ThreeIt had been three weeks since my wife's greatest sexual experience, when five different Black guys fed her cocks the size of which she never thought possible or that she would have the capability to accept such weapons inside her. We had enjoyed many nights since the event, watching the video I shot of my cheating slut wife worshipping the black cocks. Brandi excitedly relived the sensations of the huge black cocks, slipping and sliding in and out of all her holes. My cameraman skills...
Hi, this is Raju from Bangalore. I any lady/girl/mistress want to use me as a slave can ping me to This is my first story in ISS about my mistress teacher and me when I was in 12th class. About myself I’m 5.8ft tall and slim and fit body and my teacher is busty and sexy lady with long hairs and when ever she takes class I used to see her ass and boobs every day after reaching home from school I used to masturbate by thinking about my teacher. Now lets move to the story, the teacher was friend...
This introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestThis introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
Incestby Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...
Sant Ghoshal-Anand Goswami ‘pahunche huye’ siddh purush ya mahatma hn.Sundar Van ke ghane jungle me Aadiwasi basti se sata unka ‘Slddhashram’ h.swami ji vese to Raam Bhakti ki rasik shakha Sakhi Sampraday ke bhakt hn lekin vo Shiv Bhagvan ke nagn rup ke upasak bhi hn.Isi liye unke Ashram me ghuste hi ek sundar Shiva Ling sthaapit milta h. kaha jata h ki yeh ”Swaymbhu Lingam” h, arthat iska nirman kisi kaarigar ne nahin kiya, ye to uska apne aap bana prakritik rup h.ye nitya ling h. Swami ji ke...
Mandy's sickest stories - Mandy reloadedAuthor: SickoChickMandyAuthor's email: mandydarkfantasies [at] gmail [dot] comTags: F/f, torture, snuff, feet, nc, cannibalismProofread by EmmaPNote, that English is not my native language, so my writing will surely have many grammatical and syntax errors just as improper usage of expressions. I can only hope someone will still find it exciting. Be aware, this is graphic, brutal and extreme. I read it after writing and scared of myself.DisclaimerThis...
Andrew Running (part 1 of Andrea's Stand) Chapter 1: Running I called my Aunt Clara from the bus station. She didn't seem that surprised to hear from me and when I explained why I was there she told me to walk a couple of blocks to the local diner and get myself a cup of coffee. She'd pick me up in about half an hour. I sat and sipped chocolate milk and tried to eat a pastry while I glanced nervously out of the window waiting for my father to show up and force me into his...