17-01-2020, 02:01 PM
As she had teased so many times in the past, Kelly brought me close to orgasm then stopped finger fucking me. I was whimpering for her to give me that final push over the top when, without warning, she shoved four fingers into me and, at the same time, clamped the third plastic pin onto my blood engorged clit. The moaning turned into a guttural scream. "OH, FUCKING SHIT!" I immediately forgot the pain in my nipples, breasts, arms and legs.
When the pain subsided and I finally opened my eyes, Kelly wiped the tears from my cheek and sucked the salty fluid from her fingers. "I bet my pet wants to cum: doesn't she?" I nodded my head several times before she grinned and added, "Well, she will have to still wait a while longer for that fulfillment. Her Mistress isn't finished with her yet." I didn't realize it at the time, but I was entering what Kelly described as sub-space. She said that many women could never find it and said that she felt I was going to be one of the lucky ones. At this point I felt anything but lucky!
I watched intently as Kelly stood, pulled on the bows at the sides of her bikini bottoms, permitting the garment to fall to the floor, placed her hands on her hips and spread her legs. The first thing that caught my immediate attention was the jeweled pendant, attached to her clit ring and hanging between her legs. Even though I have seen her naked many times, I thoroughly explored her body, naked except for the boots. Once again, I knew there was no question in my mind as to whether I had made the right decision when I accepted her invitation to be her sub. I knew she had truly discovered the lesbian, the masochist and the submissive that resided within me. It only amazed me that she had suspected my hidden proclivities as soon as I sat at her table at Lisa's while I was totally oblivious to those needs and desires.
I adored and wanted her more than ever. When we first made love, I knew that I had been suppressing innate desires for my own sex. It took Kelly to bring it to the forefront. The masochist and submissive part of my personality were more deeply hidden, but, as I just said, she also brought them to the surface. I previously mentioned, more than once, I have a dominant side to my persona. I proved that trait by enjoying the experience of spanking Barb. I do not remember ever enjoying pain. But then, I have never experienced pain while being sexually turned on. Nor have I ever permitted myself to blindly be an obsequious creature. Oh, I "obeyed" the instructions of my supervisors, but never hesitated to disagree when I felt they were incorrect. Endorphins aside, I desired the pain I was now experiencing. I also knew I would absolutely and unconditionally obey any and every order Kelly could possibly give me.
As if reading my mind, she whispered, "I love you too, pet," while leaning forward to kiss my forehead. "I want you to push your tongue as far out as you can and keep it there." Her next move was to begin removing the pins from my tongue. I was surprised at this gesture, but appreciative even though the removal process hurt like hell. She then sucked it into her mouth, exacerbating the pain, but gawd, I loved it.
"You may have your tongue back, now, pet." she said, smiling. I mumbled a 'thank you' after I pulled my sore oral muscle through the ring. "You probably wouldn't be thanking me if you knew that the only reason I removed those first was so that I could hear your unmuffled screams as I remove the rest."
The first sounds from my throat started when she knelt and started pulling at the pin clamped on my clit without opening the jaws. The serrated jaws of the plastic pin held tight. The more she pulled, the more my clit was stretched. The moans segued into a low scream. I felt that if she pulled hard enough, the pin would finally slip off, but was beginning to think she would pull my clit off first. Suddenly she opened the pin allowing my clit to snap back. Before the blood even had a chance to rush into my sexual organ, her fingers started to rub it. Pain turned to lightening and I started to climax.
Some say a woman can climax so violently that she passes out. That is pure fiction; nothing but a fairy tale. I never have and don't know anyone that has. I'm sure I never will. However, I cannot explain why I didn't feel Kelly removing the rest of those pins. I only know that this climax was so intense that I screamed and then closed my eyes for a few seconds. When I opened them again, and became aware of my surroundings, Kelly was still kneeling in front of me, grinning that knowing, supercilious grin that I have started to love. My arms, breasts, legs and pussy were tingling. I looked down and only saw indentations in my skin where the pins had been attached.
"OK?" she asked. I could only nod. She smiled again. "The next time we do this, if I lose you, I'll wait until you recover before removing the rest of the pins to maximize the experience. I might even use my whip to remove them." I didn't know if I was supposed to thank her or not.
"I'm going to untie you now. You will be a little weak from being in that position for so long, so be sure to hold onto the crosspiece," she instructed.
"Weak?" I thought. "I am totally, fucking exhausted, especially after that climax." I could do nothing but watch as she removed the straps binding my arms. At that point, I was literally pushing my back against the post for support even though that effort hurt my legs. Once the four carabiners were removed, Kelly, knowing my physical state, assisted me to stand then, much to my surprise, with one arm around my back and another under my legs, literally picked me up. I put my arm around her back and rested my head on her shoulder while she carried me to the bedroom and lovingly laid me on her bed. Following her directions, I rolled onto my side. Lying down behind me, she held me in a spoon-hug for the longest time, one hand grasping my breast.
Kelly was the first to break the silence. "Turn over so I can look at you, pet." I loved her smile. "How do you feel, pet?"
"Unbelievably wonderful, Mistress! I just don't understand my reaction to all that pain."
"We will talk about it all tomorrow, Kimberly." My eyebrows raised at her use of my given name. "Yes, dear, although I am not going to remove my collar, I am releasing you from your submissive status until morning. I am extremely turned on by what we just did. Do you think you can find enough energy in that body to do something about it?"
"Yes, but I would like to it in a special way for you, Mistress."
"You are free to do anything you want, Kimberly, except I don't want you to use a strap-on or any form of bondage. And, you forgot, it's Kelly when your slave status is suspended."
"Thank you, Kelly." I felt odd using her given name.
I removed Kelly's boots and the charms she had added to her rings, placed a pillow in the small of her back and asked her to pull her legs up so her knees were near her shoulders then put her arms in the crooks of her knees to hold them back. This raised her hips so that her vagina was prominently on display and, literally facing the ceiling; perfect for my plans.
I knelt behind her, held her hips in my hands and started licking, beginning at her perineum and moving up along her left outer lip, avoiding her clit, and back down across her right outer lip. I retraced my route, this time delving a little deeper into her inner lips but continuing to avoid her engorged clit. My position allowed me to watch her face as I lapped between her legs. Her eyes were closed, and a wide smile was on her face. I could hear her uttering sweet nothings under her breath.
During each trip of my tongue through her folds, I tried but did not always succeed, avoiding her clit. She moaned louder each time my tongue grazed it.
I plunged my tongue into her vagina and lavished in the taste of her sweet nectar as I scooped it up. I knew then that I was becoming addicted to pussy juice. Just another addiction that I knew I never wanted to overcome.
When she opened her eyes and started to beg me to make her cum, I looked up and simply said, "Sorry, dear, I have other ideas." I puckered my lips and kissed her anal flower and started slowly licking it.
"Oh, my gawd, yes, babe. Do me there!" she screamed. I needed no other encouragement and thrust my tongue into her anus and started fucking her most private hole until I knew it was time to give her what she wanted. I moved my mouth over her clit, sucked it into my mouth, and played it with my tongue like a musical instrument.
Her climax was violent. I kept sucking and tongue whipping her clit as she tried to push me away, but, with my position, I had the upper hand and didn't release her bud until she became hypersensitive. I permitted her to drop her hips then fell on top of her and started kissing her with my cum-covered lips and tongue. Between kisses she kept saying, "Thank you, babe."
When we finally relaxed, I rolled off to her side. She put her arm around me, and I placed my hand over her breast and squeezed softly. "You know, darling, now that I have started producing milk, the volume I produce will, primarily be controlled by the amount you drink although I will have the most in the morning. We'll have to get up a little earlier in the morning so you can enjoy a liquid breakfast in bed. We will soon have done it each evening as well. You haven't suckled all day, today. I wouldn't want you to forget how." Her smile was wonderful. We shifted positions and I sucked on her nipples for half an hour while she leaned against the head of the bed.
"The tool to remove your collar is downstairs, babe. Let me run down and get it.
"I'd prefer to keep it on tonight, Kelly, and I'd like you to lock the chain on it."
"Are you sure, Kimberly? It might be uncomfortable. I said you have your freedom until morning."
"I'm sure."
The sound of the padlock clicking shut was comforting. Slave status or not, I still belonged to Kelly.
"Good night, Kimberly. I love you."
"I love you, too, Kelly. Good night."
We soon fell asleep, legs and arms entwined and securely locked to the bed. At least I was.
As promised, the alarm on Monday morning buzzed half an hour earlier than on previous work days. After our bathroom routine she removed the metal collar so we could shower together. We returned to the bed where I enjoyed my first morning "liquid breakfast." This, in addition to another breast feeding each evening, would become a daily routine for us, so I won't continue mentioning it except if we do it in some unusual circumstance. Licking and sucking the nipples of another person during sex is one thing but being held in the arms of a women while enjoying warm milk from her nipple is something else. It is difficult to explain. I think one must try it to understand. I will confess, that, this highly intimate act helped to bond us even closer as mistress, slave, and lovers.
When the pain subsided and I finally opened my eyes, Kelly wiped the tears from my cheek and sucked the salty fluid from her fingers. "I bet my pet wants to cum: doesn't she?" I nodded my head several times before she grinned and added, "Well, she will have to still wait a while longer for that fulfillment. Her Mistress isn't finished with her yet." I didn't realize it at the time, but I was entering what Kelly described as sub-space. She said that many women could never find it and said that she felt I was going to be one of the lucky ones. At this point I felt anything but lucky!
I watched intently as Kelly stood, pulled on the bows at the sides of her bikini bottoms, permitting the garment to fall to the floor, placed her hands on her hips and spread her legs. The first thing that caught my immediate attention was the jeweled pendant, attached to her clit ring and hanging between her legs. Even though I have seen her naked many times, I thoroughly explored her body, naked except for the boots. Once again, I knew there was no question in my mind as to whether I had made the right decision when I accepted her invitation to be her sub. I knew she had truly discovered the lesbian, the masochist and the submissive that resided within me. It only amazed me that she had suspected my hidden proclivities as soon as I sat at her table at Lisa's while I was totally oblivious to those needs and desires.
I adored and wanted her more than ever. When we first made love, I knew that I had been suppressing innate desires for my own sex. It took Kelly to bring it to the forefront. The masochist and submissive part of my personality were more deeply hidden, but, as I just said, she also brought them to the surface. I previously mentioned, more than once, I have a dominant side to my persona. I proved that trait by enjoying the experience of spanking Barb. I do not remember ever enjoying pain. But then, I have never experienced pain while being sexually turned on. Nor have I ever permitted myself to blindly be an obsequious creature. Oh, I "obeyed" the instructions of my supervisors, but never hesitated to disagree when I felt they were incorrect. Endorphins aside, I desired the pain I was now experiencing. I also knew I would absolutely and unconditionally obey any and every order Kelly could possibly give me.
As if reading my mind, she whispered, "I love you too, pet," while leaning forward to kiss my forehead. "I want you to push your tongue as far out as you can and keep it there." Her next move was to begin removing the pins from my tongue. I was surprised at this gesture, but appreciative even though the removal process hurt like hell. She then sucked it into her mouth, exacerbating the pain, but gawd, I loved it.
"You may have your tongue back, now, pet." she said, smiling. I mumbled a 'thank you' after I pulled my sore oral muscle through the ring. "You probably wouldn't be thanking me if you knew that the only reason I removed those first was so that I could hear your unmuffled screams as I remove the rest."
The first sounds from my throat started when she knelt and started pulling at the pin clamped on my clit without opening the jaws. The serrated jaws of the plastic pin held tight. The more she pulled, the more my clit was stretched. The moans segued into a low scream. I felt that if she pulled hard enough, the pin would finally slip off, but was beginning to think she would pull my clit off first. Suddenly she opened the pin allowing my clit to snap back. Before the blood even had a chance to rush into my sexual organ, her fingers started to rub it. Pain turned to lightening and I started to climax.
Some say a woman can climax so violently that she passes out. That is pure fiction; nothing but a fairy tale. I never have and don't know anyone that has. I'm sure I never will. However, I cannot explain why I didn't feel Kelly removing the rest of those pins. I only know that this climax was so intense that I screamed and then closed my eyes for a few seconds. When I opened them again, and became aware of my surroundings, Kelly was still kneeling in front of me, grinning that knowing, supercilious grin that I have started to love. My arms, breasts, legs and pussy were tingling. I looked down and only saw indentations in my skin where the pins had been attached.
"OK?" she asked. I could only nod. She smiled again. "The next time we do this, if I lose you, I'll wait until you recover before removing the rest of the pins to maximize the experience. I might even use my whip to remove them." I didn't know if I was supposed to thank her or not.
"I'm going to untie you now. You will be a little weak from being in that position for so long, so be sure to hold onto the crosspiece," she instructed.
"Weak?" I thought. "I am totally, fucking exhausted, especially after that climax." I could do nothing but watch as she removed the straps binding my arms. At that point, I was literally pushing my back against the post for support even though that effort hurt my legs. Once the four carabiners were removed, Kelly, knowing my physical state, assisted me to stand then, much to my surprise, with one arm around my back and another under my legs, literally picked me up. I put my arm around her back and rested my head on her shoulder while she carried me to the bedroom and lovingly laid me on her bed. Following her directions, I rolled onto my side. Lying down behind me, she held me in a spoon-hug for the longest time, one hand grasping my breast.
Kelly was the first to break the silence. "Turn over so I can look at you, pet." I loved her smile. "How do you feel, pet?"
"Unbelievably wonderful, Mistress! I just don't understand my reaction to all that pain."
"We will talk about it all tomorrow, Kimberly." My eyebrows raised at her use of my given name. "Yes, dear, although I am not going to remove my collar, I am releasing you from your submissive status until morning. I am extremely turned on by what we just did. Do you think you can find enough energy in that body to do something about it?"
"Yes, but I would like to it in a special way for you, Mistress."
"You are free to do anything you want, Kimberly, except I don't want you to use a strap-on or any form of bondage. And, you forgot, it's Kelly when your slave status is suspended."
"Thank you, Kelly." I felt odd using her given name.
I removed Kelly's boots and the charms she had added to her rings, placed a pillow in the small of her back and asked her to pull her legs up so her knees were near her shoulders then put her arms in the crooks of her knees to hold them back. This raised her hips so that her vagina was prominently on display and, literally facing the ceiling; perfect for my plans.
I knelt behind her, held her hips in my hands and started licking, beginning at her perineum and moving up along her left outer lip, avoiding her clit, and back down across her right outer lip. I retraced my route, this time delving a little deeper into her inner lips but continuing to avoid her engorged clit. My position allowed me to watch her face as I lapped between her legs. Her eyes were closed, and a wide smile was on her face. I could hear her uttering sweet nothings under her breath.
During each trip of my tongue through her folds, I tried but did not always succeed, avoiding her clit. She moaned louder each time my tongue grazed it.
I plunged my tongue into her vagina and lavished in the taste of her sweet nectar as I scooped it up. I knew then that I was becoming addicted to pussy juice. Just another addiction that I knew I never wanted to overcome.
When she opened her eyes and started to beg me to make her cum, I looked up and simply said, "Sorry, dear, I have other ideas." I puckered my lips and kissed her anal flower and started slowly licking it.
"Oh, my gawd, yes, babe. Do me there!" she screamed. I needed no other encouragement and thrust my tongue into her anus and started fucking her most private hole until I knew it was time to give her what she wanted. I moved my mouth over her clit, sucked it into my mouth, and played it with my tongue like a musical instrument.
Her climax was violent. I kept sucking and tongue whipping her clit as she tried to push me away, but, with my position, I had the upper hand and didn't release her bud until she became hypersensitive. I permitted her to drop her hips then fell on top of her and started kissing her with my cum-covered lips and tongue. Between kisses she kept saying, "Thank you, babe."
When we finally relaxed, I rolled off to her side. She put her arm around me, and I placed my hand over her breast and squeezed softly. "You know, darling, now that I have started producing milk, the volume I produce will, primarily be controlled by the amount you drink although I will have the most in the morning. We'll have to get up a little earlier in the morning so you can enjoy a liquid breakfast in bed. We will soon have done it each evening as well. You haven't suckled all day, today. I wouldn't want you to forget how." Her smile was wonderful. We shifted positions and I sucked on her nipples for half an hour while she leaned against the head of the bed.
"The tool to remove your collar is downstairs, babe. Let me run down and get it.
"I'd prefer to keep it on tonight, Kelly, and I'd like you to lock the chain on it."
"Are you sure, Kimberly? It might be uncomfortable. I said you have your freedom until morning."
"I'm sure."
The sound of the padlock clicking shut was comforting. Slave status or not, I still belonged to Kelly.
"Good night, Kimberly. I love you."
"I love you, too, Kelly. Good night."
We soon fell asleep, legs and arms entwined and securely locked to the bed. At least I was.
As promised, the alarm on Monday morning buzzed half an hour earlier than on previous work days. After our bathroom routine she removed the metal collar so we could shower together. We returned to the bed where I enjoyed my first morning "liquid breakfast." This, in addition to another breast feeding each evening, would become a daily routine for us, so I won't continue mentioning it except if we do it in some unusual circumstance. Licking and sucking the nipples of another person during sex is one thing but being held in the arms of a women while enjoying warm milk from her nipple is something else. It is difficult to explain. I think one must try it to understand. I will confess, that, this highly intimate act helped to bond us even closer as mistress, slave, and lovers.
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