Red wine, crimson lips

[MissConfused]

For someone who says she has never had sex with another woman before she is VERY talented.

After she explodes in an orgasm I am left wanting. How much can I trust this slave? Has she learned her proper place in our relationship? Will she still continue to obey me no matter what might happen?

I lean forward and thrust my tongue into her gaping hole. It doesn’t take much effort until Zoe cums again.

I am excited and scared at the same time over what I am about to command her to do. I untie her and we embrace as lovers. I on top of her and she beneath me. We kiss hard and long for some time. I decide now is the time to take a giant chance. I hope it is the correct thing to do, I will know shortly if it is the wrong thing. I breath deeply and utter my next command. Will it be my last command?

I instruct her that she is to bind ME exactly as I had bound her and then she is to fuck me hard with the strapon and finish by having me lick clean the dildo as she has done. I instruct Zoe to apply a blindfold and to apply my bite gag. I do not want her to hear me yell.

God I know this is a mistake! What have I done! I’ve never placed myself at the mercy of a slave before. WHAT HAVE I DONE???

Zoe dutifully binds my arm and legs to the headboard. I am exposed as I have not been in a long time. Then she places the blindfold and gag on me. I know I have no escape. THIS IS IT!!!!!!

GOD! I scream into the gag! How many times will I cum before she stops? I briefly pass out due to the pleasure and pressure Zoe is forcing upon me. Finally she stops and removes the gag. The blindfold remains in place. I feel her shoving the dildo into my mouth. I best open my mouth wide or else I will choke.
Then she goes down on me, the same as I did to her while she was bound.

After cumming I don’t know how many times Zoe releases me from my binds. I still wonder if I have made a mistake. If it was a mistake it was one I will enjoy forever.

Once I am free I notice she is still a submissive. She asks repeatedly if she pleased me or if she failed me. I pet her and let her know she has pleased me beyond my expectations. We cuddle as one and fall into a deep sleep.

[lucy]

Umm, once again i’m a bit at a loss. Why does Charon want me to tie her up? And fuck her with the strapon? I’m tempted to ask, maybe she’ll change her mind and who knows when i have the next chance to fuck my Mistress, hihihi.
When she’s properly tied, blindfolded and gagged i take my time just looking at her, the white flesh of her thighs, the red and pink of her parted lips, glistening with juice. Then i put on the dildo and walk up and down a couple of times, to experience the sensation of having a penis. Well, i don’t think it’s the same thing as a real penis, but still about as close as i will ever get. My eyes fall on the closet and i think of the paddle. Hmmm. But spanking her bottom is out of the question, she hasn’t told me to and i wouldn’t like hurting her anyway.
Then i kneel before her, gently caressing her pussy and her clit, kissing her thighs. I’ll have her scream into her gag, i want her to cum and cum and cum again. Once i notice that she’s gone all slack and limp and want to remove her gag, but she regains consciousness and when i ask her if everything is alright she nods her head.
The fucking part is not very exiting, i find it to be rather mechanical. The power that i feel penetrating and owning her pussy is quite nice, though. But i still prefer to lick her or please her with my fingers, and do so for a long time. It’s much more intimate than using the strapon. When i finally think it is enough now and i withdraw and kneel before her again i am a little bit tempted to ram the strapon into her back door and get a sweet revenge for her abusing my butt.
But no, i don’t want to hurt her, or upset her. So i remove the gag, let her lick the dildo and untie her. She seems to be pleased with me. We hold and hug each other and drift into sleep.

When i awake, it’s 7 pm. So we spent all afternoon in bed. Charon is still asleep. I get up and realize that i’m hungry, and i guess so is Mistress when she finally awakes. I check the fridge and the cupboards, but she obviously isn’t cooking a lot. I find some spaghetti and canned tomatoes, enough for a dinner.
When i’m almost done she’s standing in the kitchen door in a dressing gown, smiling dreamily at me. Only then am i aware that i’m wearing nothing but the awful pink thigh highs. I’ve been lost in thought and memories of a wonderful Sunday afternoon and completely forgot to dress.
„I thought you’ll be hungry, Mistress.“
„Yes, I am, but we could have ordered something.“
„But i like to cook, especially for you. Please sit down, it’s ready in a minute.“
When all is fixed and she is seated i serve her a plate of spaghetti and a glass of wine. On the way back to the kitchen to get my own plate i remember something i read on one of those BDSM-forums, about a girl who kneels beside her Master while he eats. Would Charon like that? Is that extreme? Or just appropriate?
I have no idea, but i know that i would like to do it, so i return and kneel beside her.
„Enjoy your meal, Mistress.“
She pats my head, grabs my hair and gently kisses me on the mouth.
„That’s so sweet, Zoe. But get up now and go get your plate, you must be starving too. There will be many more times when you will have to kneel before me.“
After dinner we watch a movie in the tv. She sits on the sofa, her feet propped up on a footstool. I lie curled up beside her, my head in her lap.
I think i have never felt so good in my life, so cared for, so relaxed and secure. My heart races, my pussy is burning and my mind is completely dazed. I realize that i love her.
"I love you, Charon."

[MissConfused]

“I love you…” Scary words to hear from a slave

When I walked into the kitchen I went to Zoe and kissed and hugged has as a lover would. I nibble on her neck and tell her someday I will let her fuck me again, she was so fantastic at it.

Over dinner we talk. I had told her to call for dinner but she said she prefers to cook. I know she is proud of the meal she prepared but it tastes bland. I wish she had ordered out as I requested. I was so looking forward to sushi.
I guess we’ll have to go to the store together to purchase groceries. Perhaps with better ingredients her cooking will improve immensely.
“Do I have any pots and cooking thingies” I ask her. “No” she says so I tell her we must shop for those also. I am not a domestic sort. I have never cooked and cleaned for any man and I plan on never doing so.

I explain to her that I am a director for a brokerage firm. My job requires me to travel extensively investigating and auditing firms we are thinking about investing in. I travel anywhere from three days at a time to three weeks at a time.
I notice the thought of my being gone for three weeks seems to pain her.

While we are on the divan watching TV I tell her I will be out of town Tuesday through Friday but I will be home in time for our weekend together. We both seem to fall asleep for a little while. It has been an exhausting day.
Tired of TV and just plain tired I tell Zoe it is time to go. “Is that a tear I see falling down her cheek?”
Did she think she would spend the night here? Yes it is a tear. I am feeling warm and do not wish to see her cry. I ask her if she would like to spend the night with the clear understanding that she must leave first thing in the morning. No coffee, no breakfast and no fucking! She must leave immediately after the alarm goes off! I have a very busy Monday ahead and I have already ignored the work I brought home this weekend. All my time was spent playing with Zoe and not doing the work I needed to finish.

When morning arrives I kiss Zoe good-bye. I also tell her that my apartment will need cleaning again next Saturday morning. Cleaning from what I wonder since I will be gone all week. If she wishes to serve me I expect to see her here Saturday morning at ten. I also remind her that we may need to go shopping together.

After she leaves I think what would Jon think? I will be in Des Moines Iowa!!! for four days. I hate travelling to Iowa. I only need to be there for Tuesday and Wednesday. Jon is going to meet me Thursday. I plan on fucking him weak. Thinking about all the things Zoe and I did this weekend has me so excited I need to masturbate before work.
Look out Jon I am going to wear out your cock until it is only a little stub!

Does Zoe realize I have a boyfriend…

[lucy]

So i am dismissed. Or rather: Thrown out at seven in the morning, with a quick peck on the cheek. "Come back Saturday, my apartment needs to be cleaned."
Yeah, sure thing, that apartment will be one hell of a mess with nobody being here the whole week... Besides, there are cleaning ladies which would be eager to do the job.
I'm upset and confused, Charon was so caring and nice yesterday and now she's back to treating me like a cheap fuckbuddy again. "Come and do this and that and then, maybe, if i feel like you deserve it, you may eat my pussy." And i would, oh yes, i would be between her legs in a flash and do as she tells me.
The whole week i play with the idea of not going Saturday, wait till she comes to me. But she can't, as far as i know she just knows my name is Zoe and that's it. So she couldn't even contact me if she wanted to. But i'm not sure whether she would do that.
I could call her, i've got her full name, adress, phone number, everything. I didn't sneak around when i cleaned her apartment, it was all written on the bill from her phone company which was lying on the kitchen counter. All i had to do was safe it on my own cellphone.
I think about calling her on Wednesday, but decide against it. Instead i meet Nicole and of course she wants to know everything.
"You see, she treats me like a fuckbuddy, but that's not what i'm looking for. I want someone who loves me the way i love her. All that serving and obeying stuff and the kinky sex is nice, great, even, but not what i'm looking for."
"Maybe that's the way to her heart, to be such a good slave that she realizes you're the one" Nicole says.
"You sound as if she hired you to make me submit to her" i laugh.
She giggles "yeah, i get to fuck her for a weekend if i make sure you don't run! You should go Saturday, maybe call her on the phone and let her know you'll be there. And why not just enjoy the sex, leave out the feelings?"
"You know i can't do that, besides it's too late now to leave out the feelings anyway."
"Yeah, I guess it is." And then she says in all sobriety "you know, I would really like to watch you two go at each other" and leaves me utterly speechless.

In the end i don't call Charon. I just do my job during the day, go home, eat, go to bed and rub my pussy raw, thinking of her.
Saturday morning i get up early, take a bath, shave my pussy and dress to kill. Yeah, dressed to kill, as if i'm fooling someone here. If anyone gets "killed" it will very likely be me.

Once again i'm exactly on time, and this time she opens the door at the first ring.

[MissConfused]

YES! She is on time. I was not sure she would return.
I am giddy from my two days with Jon. I let him sodomize me several times, a mistake, but the discomfort is wonderful!

I am so happy to see Zoe, I feared she would not return. She starts to strip in anticipation of my placing the belt on her. “STOP!” I tell her. We are going shop-PING!
Once in the cab I explain to her that I pay $2700 a month rent on my apartment. I earn a large salary, it is not her business how much, but I earn a large salary and I love to spend it extravagantly. She seemed so concerned about my spending in the past that I want to make her understand my wild shopping sprees.

We head for the Pottery Barn. I guess that is where we would find kitchen thingies and she seems so knowledgeable in such things, she is so domestic I would love to make her my wife, silly.

We spend over an hour there finding things for the kitchen. She says there are still some things she is missing so we must go to Macy’s… groan. I hate shopping for domestic items.
Finally we return home and deposit all of our treasures. I tell her I am famished to which she responds it will take some time to be ready to prepare a lunch.
Forget It! I tell her. There is a deli on the corner that will provide us with everything we need for lunch and I drag her reluctantly from my apartment.

FINALLY I am satisfied, no longer hungry. I debate fucking my slave as an after lunch treat but decide otherwise. She is so excited about her new toys that I decide to let her play with them.

“You will need to serve me” I inform her. I let her play with her toys until five.” Enough” I tell her. I have fetched restraints from my room. I order her to strip and I bind her knees and ankles together. Then I place her on her knees and hands and place a collar around her. I cuff her wrists together and secure the leash from the collar to her wrists.
“Be quiet and still” I tell her. I have had enough of her playing in the kitchen.
I recline into my favorite chair and enjoy a glass of wine while I read my book. I will think about releasing her in an hour or so. I just want my peace and quiet now.

I am curious; what can she prepare for dinner?
What shall I do with her tonight? I am in the mood for going bar-hopping. Should I take her with me or send her home?

Enough questions I delve into my book while Zoe remains in a pony position before me.

[lucy]

Boring. Boring. Boring. Shopping pans and pots and stuff might be interesting, but i'd know much better things to do with Charon than shopping. If it were shopping something more interesting, like maybe lingerie, or sexy dresses.
But she seems to be not interested in exchanging bodily fluids today. So i keep myself busy in the kitchen until she tells me to strip.
She binds me and has me on all fours while she reads a book. Again, i had hoped for more. I don't know if that's what i want. It is nice to be here, naked and bound, but i miss touching her body, smelling her skin, tasting her mouth.
She reads a book without taking notice of me.
"Let's go bar-hopping." She gets up and releases me from my restraints.
Bar-hopping? How about some rough wild fucking until the break of dawn? I guess my disappointment is clearly showing on my face.
"If you don't like it you can go home, slave. Take it or leave it, it's your choice."
I don't answer her right away. But i know this time i won't let my pussy make the decision. I might be a slave, or a sub, or whatever, but i also have a mind of my own, i have needs and desires too, and if she really wants me she will have to show more interest in me than she did so far. I put on my clothes and jot down my cellphone number.
While i write the note i finally answer, struggling to keep the tears back. "I don't like bar-hopping. I would like to spend the night with you, very much so, serving you, pleasing you, but not in a loud bar, being leered at by guys i don't have anything in common with. Here's my number. Good night Charon, enjoy yourself."

She seems to be completely taken aback as i kiss her on the cheek and walk out the door. Finally tears well up in my eyes, but i'm determined not to turn back. This time she doesn't follow me. In the elevator i start to cry. And all the time i stare at my cellphone, wishing it would ring.

[MissConfused]

“She Left?” That is curious!
Doesn’t she understand a slave is to serve her mistress and not the other way around.

Walking out is the same as quitting. I hope she hasn’t broken our relationship. The only way I would take her back now is if she crawled through my door begging me to take her back.
I am tempted to call her but I can’t that would confuse her role and mine.

“Well” I say to myself there are other slaves out there waiting for a mistress as I dress for an evening of prowling the bars for a new slave.

As I walk out the door I look at the slip of paper with her number and shed a tear. I loved my Zoe and I will miss her.