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Tap… tap, tap, tap.“Oh! Miss,” she said, flinching slightly.“‘Oh’ indeed Kitten. Kitty is quite swollen and wet, but you knew that didn’t you? Did you feel the blush?”The pinky-redness was barely visible as it rushed up her neck and through her cheeks.“Yes Mistress,” she whispered.“I adore it you know. It’s your pleasure tell. Where you are?”“In your cave, securely attached to the ceiling… quite vulnerable.”“You like that, don’t you? Not knowing what or when it might happen to you.”“Yes Miss,” she barely murmured.I flicked the crop across each nipple. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to focus her mind. She flinched again but made no sound. So, I let it begin.Again, tap, tap, tap… I used the crop rhythmically, moving between her thighs, pussy, nips, and occasionally, ass. Even though she made no sound, I could see the pleasure developing on her face. Finally, once when it was falling on her clit, she let out an “ah.” Good, I thought. I wanted to bring her close before I ended it—not the session, just her impending orgasm—she had considerable time to go before her final pleasure.It was not long before the “ah’s” and “oh’s” were almost nonstop. Her pelvis was pushing forward as if asking for more. That’s when the crop went snick, snick—hard across each nip. She reflexively jerked back and yelped, “OW!” then murmured, “Fuck.”“Remember, you have a safe word,” I said gently.“Fuck you,” she spat out.“Now, now, Kitten. Is that any way to speak to your Mistress?”“No Miss. It’s just… no Miss it won’t happen again. I know my word if I need it.”I knew when this ended it would either make us or break us. We’d either be bonded tight or she’d never speak or see me again. I still don’t know for sure why I chose to push her this hard this fast in our just budding relationship. I’m compelled to believe it’s because, sensing down deep, she wanted, needed, or some combination of the two, that push—that she harbored hidden feelings that were clawing to rise to the surface. They just required a push to get there.If I was a composer it would be titled Variations on a Theme
, for that’s how I played her. Gently bringing her to the precipice and then, like the pounding kettle drum, ending it—time after time.Now, I wished I’d counted or timed it. Curiosity was really my only reason. I’d ridden the turbulence of her frenzied passions with her. Of course, she bore the consequences of my actions, but my heart pounded along with hers. Her energy was palpable.When she was almost constantly whimpering, nearly hanging by the rope and cuffs—when her legs would barely support her, I let the crop push her glistening body into the orgasmic abyss her mind was desperately seeking. Her body shook like a grand mal seizure. Her voice, somewhat weak from her numerous previous kocaeli escort bayan outbursts, managed, “Oh my fucking god. Never imagined… wildest dreams. I hate you. No, I love you beyond belief.” Then, as I held her, she started to cry as her body slowly stilled itself.I’d rigged the rope so all I had to do was make a quick tug and it all came loose. She fell into my arms. Half walking, half me carrying her, we went to the couch and collapsed together.“Erin, I mean it. I love you. If we never saw each other again, I’d love you til the end of my life. That was the most incredible experience of my life. It clarified things that had been murky. I know myself better and I’m a better woman for it.” She smiled a bit, chuckled, and went on, “Of course, I hated you more and more as you tormented me, but the ending more than redeemed you. I need a drink. Can I soak in that lovely, large tub of yours?”“Of course my love. Recovering a bit are you?”“Hell yes! It’ll take more than some domination from you to keep me down.”We both laughed. I told her to wait there while I filled the tub and added some of my special salts and oils.The tub has its own room. The floor and walls are done with warm bamboo. The tub is an antique, claw foot recovered from an early 1900’s hotel that was being demolished. Filling it with steaming water, adding salts plus just drops of lavender, myrrh, and frankincense oils, it was ready. I wanted Bree to have the best, to know that in my domination I cared deeply for her.Retrieving her from my cave, she held my arm as we walked to the tub room. “Oh god Erin, this smells divine. I see the steam rising. I can’t wait. Hold me as I step over… ahh, perfection.” She kissed me and slid down. I left her to soak, knowing from personal experience that she’d emerge relaxed and invigorated.“I’m going to order Thai. What do you want?”“What are you having?”“Shrimp Pad Thai, medium spice.”“Same for me,” she said as she slid fully down.Closing the door behind me, I knew the aroma would fill the room. Wanting to smell as fresh as Bree would when she emerged, I took a quick shower and put on a silk, Japanese print robe.After ordering the food, I opened a Pinot and nibbled on some cheddar as I relaxed to some smooth jazz and waited for her to reappear. Any concerns I might have had about Bree faded after our tête-à-tête following the fairly intense ordeal I put her through. I knew we’d be fast friends at the very least. A full-on lesbian-type relationship was not in our future, we were both too guy-oriented, but our special intimate relationship would thrive.As I was finishing my first glass of wine, the food arrived and Bree had yet to emerge. After putting the Pad Thai in a warm oven, I softly knocked on the tub room door.“Coming, kocaeli sınırsız escort coming,” I heard, and shortly the door opened. She was wrapped in one of my Egyptian cotton bath towels and looked ravishing. “That was more than perfect. I need one of those and your secret sauce recipe. When I make Partner next year I’m moving to a place like this! So, what do you think?” she asked as she did a pirouette.“You look fully revived and delicious!”“Goody! I want to always please you. Can this be an Erin and Bree night?” she asked.“Absolutely. I was thinking the same thing,” I said. “We’ll be like the woman that led two lives.”“Wasn’t that a movie?”“I think it was, She Led Two Lives, plus I think there’s also an old ’40s one, The Man With Two Lives,” I said.“Well, whatever. You have too many facts stored up there. Right now I’m more than ready for the wine I see, plus I can smell the food. Bring it on… please,” she said with a smile.So, we brought the noodle-covered plates and wine into the living room, where we sat on the couch and used the glass coffee table as our dinner table. Her towel had been trying to come loose and she’d fix it each time, so I finally just pulled it off.“Well! You could’ve just asked,” she said playfully.“I love your tits… along with everything else. Plus, I’m the Domme, I get to do things like that.”“Well, la-de-da, ain’t you the cat’s meow.”“I can sure make your kitty meow. Maybe it needs an instant replay.”Trying to look contrite, she said, “Oh Miss, you know I’ll love anything you want to do, but kitty told me she’s had too much fun already.”“I’ll have to kiss her and make her all better, right after you kiss mine.”We laughed and joked our way through dinner. I think most women talk more and share more than most men do. It’s a genetic thing. We’re wired to be warm and mothering, to take care of the family—while guys are the hunter-gatherers, strong and stoic. Of course, all that’s slowly changed since women did men’s work in World War II and the “pill” was invented, “slowly” being the operative word.Our professions are both high pressure/high stress. Me on Wall Street meant bringing in the accounts, meaning money, and making that money produce more money. Bree being a lawyer, a very specialized lawyer, patent and intellectual property law, it was, at its very basic level, the same as me—bring in the clients, meaning money, and turn them into more money. If you failed, you were unceremoniously kicked to the curb. Neither of us was, or ever would be, failures.We talked about our relationships to this point. We both had some serious ones, like our recently departed ex’s and some flings that lasted anywhere from a night to a few months. I brought up Brian, our shoe man at Bloomies, izmit anal yapan escort making the point of the old cowboy adage, get back on the horse that bucked you off. We both could do with some unencumbered, guilt-free dick.Reluctant at first, it didn’t take her long to agree with my point. A threesome could be quite fun. We’d still get to have our mutual fun while having a cock handy to service us. I told her I’d set it up for next weekend if he was free. I suspected even if he wasn’t he suddenly would be. Two hot girls don’t happen to want you every day.This would be Bree’s second night away from home, from things she might need for her daily routine. I brought it up so that she’d know that whatever she wanted to do was fine with me.“You’re right, I do have some things to do that will take some time, but I’d love to spend another night cuddling with you. I love my Mistress, as I hope she loves me.”“I think that’s pretty well cemented. I do love you and a night of cuddling would please me.”“Who knows,” she said, “maybe in the morning I might meet another of your inanimate friends—one that’s very penetrating.”“That’s entirely possible. Now come over here and snuggle your Miss. We’ve got some wine to enjoy.”She backed up against me as I put my arm over her shoulder, my hand landing on her right boob, my fingers circling and tweaking her nipple. That brought forth “Ohhh, Miss.”“Kitten likes that, hmm?”“Oh yes, Miss. They’re extra sensitive from the crop you used on me today.”“We never really talked about it, to any significant degree anyway. Tell me what was going through your mind as it unfolded.”“Wow. So many thoughts. Of course, they changed as things changed, meaning as they evolved I guess is a good way to put it.”“Take your time and try to recall things as they evolved for you. I’ll just gently enjoy your tit. It might jog your memory.”“It’s already jogging something else, but I’ll tell you as best as I can.”“Take your time Kit,” I said as I continued my slow, gentle playing.“Well, you know I trust you, so I didn’t give it any particular thought when you tossed me the cuffs other than to wonder what you had planned. I knew it would be something fun and different, so I just did as you told me to.”“You had no worries?”“No, not then anyway,” she said with a giggle. “I just put them on and then everything sort of followed what I expected. I mean I knew you were going to restrain me somehow. That was obvious. I was curious about how. Then it seemed the rope sort of magically appeared and before I knew it my arms were pulled up. That was very tricky Miss. I thought you might take me to another room after I put the cuffs on.”“Surprise is part of the fun,” I said.“Indeed. You were pretty quick with the rest. The bar to keep my legs apart. You knew just the distance that would be bearable without painful strain. The blindfold surprised me. I mean I’ve been blindfolded before, but that one created total blackness, not a hint of light, even with my eyes open. It was actually a bit disconcerting to totally lose that sense.”
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