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Pussy Willow’s, once just a back of beyond bar and now a back of beyond strip club – although it had kept the mechanical bull – stank of beer, cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey.  The atmosphere was dark anywhere that wasn’t in the glow of the spotlights centred on the single stage or the five poles and dais that were dotted around the edges, perfect for those who preferred their entertainment a little closer.  For those wanting something a bit more intimate, then there were three backrooms available to regulars.  The atmosphere was hazy – almost smoky – whenever the dry-ice machine was working.  To its regulars, it was perfect, it was home.  Or at least a place to call home when avoiding the other one for a little longer.

Purgatory Sheriff Nicole Haught wasn’t avoiding home – she loved both her own home and the one she was a frequent visitor to – the home of Wavery Gibson.  Nicole just liked Pussy Willow’s because it was one of the few places on the planet she could truly be herself.  Home.  Waverly’s.  Pussy Willow’s.  And Shorty’s – a bar in Purgatory much like Pussy Willow’s just minus the mechanical bull … and the strippers.  Nicole could go to either bar, in unform or out, and be treated the same.  Tonight, she was out of uniform and was pleasantly relaxing with a slight beer-buzz, waiting for the next performer to step onto the stage.  She smiled to herself, as she often did, when a memory slipped across her mind’s eye.  A moment of unpleasantness at the time as her girlfriend had continued her somewhat vexing attempt to transition into an undisciplined pain in the ass.  But then she had felt eyes upon her.  She had been sat at the end of the bar, captured beneath the glow of the Pussy Willow’s sign.  Wynonna Earp.  Stunning, aggressive and not someone you messed with.  She had a sharp tongue, a sharp-wit and a fast fist.  But Nicole had come to learn there was far more to her.  Mistress Aphrodite – dominant over all she surveyed, and she surveyed many fine things within the walls of her School of Submission.  The name, given in gold lettering upon a card slapped to the spank-blushed ass of Nicole’s girlfriend, had been an invite carefully considered, and without regret, accepted.

Even with a year’s worth of months laying in between, the memory of the way the cloth had felt as she had slid it over Waverly’s eyes that first time was still fresh upon her fingertips.  Her words too, echoing in her ears as if she had just spoken them, ‘This is how we stay together.  I want you to become Mrs Gibson-Haught … but I will no longer let you be a brat.  Learn to serve me, Waverly … learn how to behave in the way you should, and I promise to make you the happiest woman in the world …’

Nicole looked down at her hand and the simple silver band that adorned her finger, its subtle engraving of three symbols a delight to the eyes that had been opened for her.  Alpha, infinity, Omega – it was how she had come to view her life with Waverly.  A beautiful balance of dominance and submission – of beginnings and endings that cycled around and around and would forever.  For there were times when she lifted the flogger or the crop as if for the first time and even when the fall of the whip was felt experienced within her grip, there was never a hint of tediousness.  The flogger must have striped Waverly’s breasts a hundred times – no doubt more.  Her ass cheeks must have swelled around the crop almost as many times.  But each was a delight of its own and one that never seemed to be repeated, merely enjoyed as if new, as it enhanced all that had come before.  And when Nicole had her – when she turned her slave into a boneless, quivering wreck of passion drained submission, she welcomed Waverly into her arms and breathed her in, her heart swelling with delighted surprise as if finding her for the first time – each and every time. 

  ‘How can it be that you are still have the look of that love-sick pup I moulded that wonderful sub for?’

Nicole smiled as she lifted her gaze to Wynonna and took the glass offered with a nod of gratitude.  The whisky was smooth on her lips and pleasantly warm down her throat – expensive and received with acknowledgement of being one of the few to be offered a glass from the club owner.  She lifted her eyes to Wynonna’s again and let then flash with lust, a reminder that this love-sick pup had grown into her role of dominant as much as Waverly had been so perfectly moulded into her role of submissive and – when called upon to be just that little more – slave.

Wynonna’s eyes dropped to Nicole’s ring, her eyebrow arching as she asked, ‘Have I missed the invitation?’

A soft shake of Nicole’s head accompanied a sigh of regret, ‘The duties of the Sheriff have delayed our plans somewhat, the ring is a reminder of what is still to come,’

Wynonna didn’t ask – she had no interest in whatever new directive or task force had required Nicole’s energies.  Mostly because she was confident that, whatever diversions had delayed the resolution of the Nicole and Waverly’s engagement, there was an event that would not be affected. 

Nicole was quick to affirm her thinking, ‘Sub-night is another reason for the delay – my Waverly has thought of little else since you declared the date,’

In the way that fascinated Nicole, the shift in conversation turned the club owner into the dominant and her demeanour and voice reflected the change as Mistress Aphrodite smiled expectantly, ‘Dios will no doubt make a triumphant return – although I believe Eliza is looking to make her mark this time,’

Nicole thought of the submissive and wondered if fate would favour her with patronage over the resilient blonde come the festivities.  She had to admit that the thought of supporting another sub over Waverly sent a pleasant chill up her spine.

  ‘I must admit to being excited myself,’ Aphrodite commented, ‘I have delayed Sub-night by almost two months just to ensure that Master Dolls and Mistress Jolene are able to attend,’

Nicole hoped that the two dominants appreciated the gift that Mistress Aphrodite had bestowed upon them.  Certainly, Master Dolls was no doubt Mistress Aphrodite’s closest friend and advisor.  And Mistress Jolene, as then victor from last year, had a guaranteed seat by return.  But to delay the event to ensure their attendance spoke greatly of Aphrodite’s respect – or perhaps desire to put on the best event she could.

  ‘I am looking forward to you joining us for the first time,’ Aphrodite continued, sipping her whisky, ‘You must tell me if you require any assistance in helping you to ensure your submissive is in tip-top condition,’

Nicole wasn’t offended by the suggestion.  She might have learned how to be the dominant that her girlfriend craved her to be – but there were aspects of the world in which Waverly had been schooled that Nicole had less experience of.  Although she was looking forward to gaining some.  She tipped her glass in acceptance and gratitude, sipped the amber expense before saying, ‘I do have a favour to ask,’

  ‘With regards to Sub-Night?’

  ‘At some point, yes – I expect to call upon your generosity to help prepare for that …’ another sip, ‘… but this is more … personal and I worry that you will think me foolish,’

Aphrodite’s smile turned into an expectant grin, ‘Well then – now you must tell me more,’

Nicole downed the rest of the drink and set the empty glass on the bar.  ‘I missed Waverly’s birthday …’ she sighed, ‘Well, I didn’t miss it – I just didn’t …’ she waved her hand, ‘… do much for her,’

Aphrodite straightened a little, ‘She is your sub – all you needed to do was crop her ass for every year of her life and she would have creamed for you,’

  ‘We both know that she is more than that to me,’

  ‘Yes, yes,’ Aphrodite waved her own hand, ‘You have love to caress your dominance and her submission,’

  ‘And I wish to show her that love by treating her for her birthday,’ Nicole announced, ‘Albeit it a little late …’

Aphrodite was silent for a moment, her finger stirring through the liquid in her glass.  Slowly, with a smile that spoke volumes, she lifted her hand to run the tip of her finger over Nicole’s lips, pupils swelling as she watched Nicole lick away the alcohol.  ‘I know just where to send you,’

***

  ‘This is very sweet, but you know that you didn’t have to,’ Waverly said softly, not for the first time.

Nicole glanced over from her position behind the wheel and smiled, just as she had the dozen or so times before, although this time her response was a little more enticing, ‘A treat for you is a treat for me,’

Her tone, as much as the words sent a pleasant thrill shooting between the smaller woman’s thighs and she shifted in her seat.

Nicole noticed and arched an eyebrow, ‘So reactive …’ she sighed thoughtfully, ‘… yes, we shall have to address that soon.  With the date for Sub-Night announced, you will need to be prepared,’

The electric thrill turned into a thump of anxious arousal as Waverly felt her throat dry and nipples harden at the memories of a year before.  New to the event, little had been expected of her – well, everything had been expected of her – but less anticipation had been made of her success in the games.  The fact that she had emerged victor had been a surprise and something that still promoted a sense of pride – in quiet moments when she allowed herself such things.  The honour for her success belonged to Mistress Aphrodite and her swift training, filling her with the desire to impress her temporary dominant, Mistress Jolene.  Thoughts of the two dominants made Waverly’s head swim with passion as she wondered who would be given her in the draw.

A sudden sting at her breast had her gasping and she looked down to find a thumb and finger clamped securely around her hard nipple.  She hissed as the taut bud was twisted but did not attempt to pull away.

  ‘You are thinking about the other dominants from last year,’ Nicole said quietly, ‘While in my presence?  While I am talking?’

Waverly swallowed nervously, guilt making her whimper an apology – she hadn’t heard a word Nicole had said in the last minute and she hung her head in shame, saying again, ‘I am sorry, Mistress,’

The car rocked as Nicole spun the wheel to send the vehicle along a narrow, dusty track.  Gasping again, Waverly slipped her fingers through the handle of the door as the car bounced along the uneven ground.

A few minutes later and the car skidded to a halt, sending up a cloud of dust from the sun-baked dirt.  Nicole cut the engine and climbed from the car.  Hesitating and unsure, Waverly stayed where she was until Nicole’s growled command echoed back into the car, ‘Get out here …’

In her haste, Waverly neglected to remember the seat belt and whimpered in desperation when she found herself trapped.  Fumbling with the belt release, she all but fell out of the car and hurried round to where Nicole was standing – arms folded over her chest and expression less than amused.  Dark eyes flicked to the rear door, ‘There,’

Swallowing nervously, Waverly moved to the door and stood with her head bowed, butt pressed to the warm metal.

  ‘Turn and present your ass,’

She turned sharply, hands already sliding beneath the hem of her short summer dress to hook the elastic of her panties.  She left them stuck just above her knees while her hands lifted to material of her skirt and held it against her lower back.  She leant forward, body following the slight curve of the vehicle and presenting her smooth ass to the sunlight and her Mistress’ stern gaze.

The heat of the sun was quick to warm her skin, and she bit her bottom lip as she waited for Nicole to take up position.  She did, standing half behind and half to the side, fingers flexing as she warmed herself to the task.

  ‘When I am speaking, you will listen,’ she announced coldly and then delivered a harsh, upward slap with her hand, fingers and palm catching the underside of Waverly’s right buttock and lifting her onto her toes.  Four more swift blows followed, stinging her warm flesh and making her gasp softly.  ‘Tell me …’ she commanded.

  ‘When you are speaking, I will listen, Mistress,’ she responded – not as a whisper but to be clearly heard.

Nicole leant forward, ‘When I am talking, your thoughts will be for me and me alone,’  Five swift, stinging blows heated Waverly’s other buttock.  ‘Tell me,’

  ‘When you are talking, my thoughts will be for you alone, Mistress,’ she stated, eyes half closed as the stinging heat spread through her ass cheeks.  Nicole’s hand delivered alternate blows to her buttocks and made her whimper as her flesh became flushed a deep red.  Too many blows to count, too rapid to distinguish one from the other, she was kept on her toes, whimpers turning to sharp gasps.

  ‘Give me your panties,’ Nicole ordered and then moved so she could stand behind Waverly to watch as she bent forward and slid the material down her calves.  ‘You are wet …’ she commented, eyebrow arching at the sight of Waverly’s glistening lips, ‘It is as I feared – you have become too fucking responsive!’

The sound of her mistress’ anger stung more than the echo of her hand and brought the sting of tears to her eyes.  ‘I am sorry, Mistress,’

Nicole grunted and held her hand out, snatching the material from her fingers and tossing them through the half open car window.  ‘Get back in – and my efforts had better remain uncovered!’

Waverly’s head dropped even lower as she moved back round the car and slipped back into the car, scooping her skirt out of the way and hissing softly as her bruised buttocks rested on the sun heated cushion.

Nicole looked over, ensuring her command had been followed before starting the engine and continuing on their way.  The fact that Nicole had looked over to check made the stinging tears well along her lower lids and her bottom lip trembled.

They drove nearly three miles in silence as Waverly’s misery deepened.  Nicole noticed – she had come to miss nothing about the woman she loved on levels deeper than many could ever hope to understand.  Another mile of silence followed before her fingers loosened their grip on the steering wheel. 

  ‘Memories of your first Sub-Night must be rather … engaging,’ she commented.

Waverly turned towards the window and surreptitiously swiped at her eyes, removing the tears that had almost spilled over at her Mistress’ gentler tone.  She looked over, relieved that Nicole had chosen not to comment.  She cleared her throat, made dry by emotion and the silence, ‘I was honoured to be allowed to participate – it was intense and … wonderful,’

Nicole did look over then, her features warmed by the words that slipped so easily from her lips, ‘You are wonderful,’

Waverly dipped her head, feeling tears once more.  But these tears were of gratitude.  Her body had succumbed to the whims of many dominants, and she had seen other subs be treated just the same.  Some with true, boundless skill – like Mistress Aphrodite, while other dominants were merely cruel and harsh.  Not that Mistress Aphrodite wasn’t – she had been the cruellest and harshest of them all, but she wielded her power with a sense of righteousness that made every sub be truly thankful for her attentions.  Guided by Aphrodite, Nicole had grown quickly as a dominant but beneath the drive of her desires there was something that few subs experienced – love.  Waverly never doubted – not for a single moment – that Nicole loved her.  It was a love that had seen her sent for training and a love that made her both scream and melt beneath her harsh attentions.  But it was also a love that would never overshadow her will as Waverly’s mistress – a reminder of which was hard to ignore where her buttocks were pressed to the seat. 

  ‘I am what you have allowed me to become,’ Waverly responded softly, thinking briefly of the night she had returned to Mistress Aphrodite’s as the Sub-Night victor, a glorious night of darkness, when pain and passion had shown off Dios to those lucky enough to be invited to the event.

  ‘I am looking forward to seeing you perform at Sub-Night,’ Nicole said conversationally – talking about the three days of pain and submission that awaited the woman she loved as easily as discussing an upcoming sporting event.

Waverly nodded.  She was forbidden from sharing details about the event and the games that had tested them all to the very limits of their endurance.  ‘I am excited to return but even more so because I know you will be there,’

  ‘Even though I might not be your dominant for the event?’

Another nod, ‘I will serve whoever I am honoured to be given to but …’ she paused, unsure whether to continue.

  ‘Go on,’ Nicole encouraged.

  ‘I also long to share in the memories afterwards, to lay with you and perhaps speak of what you witnessed, to hear about what you enjoyed the most,’

Nicole smiled at her, ‘I will look forward to that too,’ the way her eyes flashed as she spoke suggested that they would use more than just words to share the memories.

Waverly smiled back, enjoying the look of promise she saw in Nicole’s eyes and hoped that her lover could see it reflected by return.

Turning back to the road, Nicole told her, ‘Put thoughts of Sub-Night out of your mind for a while and just enjoy our afternoon away.  Afterwards I will seek Mistress Aphrodite’s advice on how best to prepare you,’

Waverly studied Nicole’s profile for a moment before saying softly, ‘Thank you, Mistress,’

*

The room was small but not crowded.  A chair, tasteful like the rest of the windowless room, sat in one corner and in the other a narrow wardrobe with a hanging rail and a shelf.

  ‘Strip,’

Waverly’s hands moved quickly to obey Nicole’s command.  Given that it was summer, and Nicole had not returned her panties, it took only a few moments to remove her clothes.  She stood, hands clasped across her front, as Nicole hung up her dress and set her bra on the shelf, her shoes on the floor beneath. 

When Nicole turned, her eyes widened slightly as she drank in every beautiful inch – never tiring of the sight of her.  Perfect breasts, round and smooth.  Slim hips and taught thighs.  Every inch of her skin was a delight to caress and to dominate.  Inhaling a shaking breath, Nicole smiled and shook herself, ‘I would love to slide my fingers into you right now …’

Waverly bit her lip as Nicole stepped closer, her pussy clenching with hopeful desire.  But disappointment gave way to arousal as Nicole lifted a strip of material between them.

  ‘Turn around …’

She did, instinctively closing her eyes as the soft material was slipped over them and tied behind her head.

Waverly had the sense that Nicole had moved away a moment before the sound of the door being opened made her ask nervously, ‘Mistress, you’re leaving?’

  ‘Don’t worry,’ Nicole replied, voice light with humour at Waverly’s anxiety.

  ‘But …’ Waverly whispered, ‘… I don’t know what is expected of me,’

She jumped at the feel of Nicole’s breath on her cheek, ‘I expect you to have fun …’

The sound of the door opening and closing was almost drowned out by the rush of blood in her ears and the pounding of her heart.  She allowed herself a moment to feel it, to let the anxiety pour through her being.  Only a moment.  Then she took a breath and then another, deeper still.  Another that stretched the exhale longer than the inhale and then several more until she had found her equilibrium in the darkness.

  ‘Are you ready?’

The words might have been softly spoken but they still made her jump and all but lose the calm she had managed to reclaim.

The question itself appeared moot though as slim fingers closed around her upper arm to guide her out of the room.  Waverly moved easily beside the unknown woman.  It wasn’t the first time she had been blindfolded and had always found it easier to not resist but to put her faith in whoever was guiding her – stranger or not.

  ‘I am to prepare you,’ the owner of the voice declared as they walked. 

Not startled to hear the voice this time, she marvelled at the soft quiet of it – words barely above a whisper yet easily heard.  Her accent was different, European maybe, but the demeanour suggested by her voice was so much like Rosita that Waverly instantly warmed to the unseen woman.  Waverly’s thoughts of Rosita were always fond.  The experienced sub had done all she could to help her acclimatise to life within Mistress Aphrodite’s School of Submission.  Rosita had been her companion from the start and throughout her time there.  She didn’t let her thoughts linger on Rosita though, instead she brought herself to the present moment – a key aspect of life as a submissive was to be ever present, ever alert.  A wandering mind led to the displeasure of a dominant, just as it had a few hours before, yet it was more than that.  Waverly had learned that living in the moment meant embracing all that she was and all that was either expected or taken from her.  Waverly had long since embraced it all and now she wondered, as she was led down a cool, carpeted corridor, whether new experiences awaited. 

She truly could have had no idea.

The smell of spice and natural oils accompanied the feel of steam brushing at her naked skin.  The fingers slid invitingly down her arm to entwine with her fingers, lifting her hand to guide her ahead.  A brief flash of nervousness to realise she was walking – blind – towards a bath or pool of some sort must have been picked up by her guide because her soft voice was quick to allay her fears, ‘One more step and then you will step down into the water …’  Her words brought an image to Waverly’s mind, a sunken bath filled almost to the brim with water hot enough to create the steam that she could feel circling around her.  Water that had been infused with enticing scented oils. The fingers tightened around hers as she took the final step and then leant back a little to take her weight on her back leg as she dipped her toes further.  The water was indeed hot, and she paused momentarily before letting her foot slip further in.  Trusting in the stranger, she continued to lower her foot until she felt the press of the smooth bottom of the bath.  Content that she was steady, she lifted her other foot and stepped fully into the water.

  ‘Another step is just ahead – the same as the last …’

  ‘Thank you,’ Waverly responded softly.

  ‘Gratitude is mine,’

The response made Waverly pause but the fingers in hers urged her gently on.  She stepped down again and now the water brushed around mid-thigh.  She had been turned and encouraged to sit before the unseen woman spoke again.

  ‘It is my honour to serve you … you are truly beautiful,’

Waverly bit her bottom lip, unsure how to respond.  Choosing silence over poor words, she breathed slowly and let her body adjust to the heat of the water.  By the time it had, the softly spoken woman was sliding equally gentle hands over Waverly’s skin, cupping water to pour it gently over her exposed body before her fingertips chased the drips in pleasing lines that made Waverly sigh.  Those fingers moved to the front, stroking down her breast and around taut nipples.  The intention might have been to clean, but the response was arousal that cramped Waverly’s lower stomach.  She wondered if Nicole knew she was to be bathed because, before leaving for their trip, she had told Waverly to lift her hair into a messy bun that now lifted her hair clear of the water.  The answer was simple – of course she had.  Nicole was her dominant – she knew everything.

Soft hands dipped beneath the water to stroke along her thighs, first the outside and then back up the inside.  Even though the woman used no cloth nor soap, her fingers somehow felt as if they were doing just a good a job and Waverly felt both cleansed and excited.  The warmth of the water had also awoken the bruising at her buttocks – which although mild compared to much that had been bestowed upon Waverly’s body – was still a pleasant reminder of her mistress’ dominant touch that just excited her even more.

She drifted pleasantly in the darkness, giving herself over to the soft, smooth touch.  She had no doubt that much would be expected of her – it always was and willingly given – but she had been schooled in how to enjoy the pleasures of the moment as well as the pain.

  ‘I must prepare you further – you are expected to be fully clean,’

It wasn’t her first bowel cleaning, but the blindfold certainly heightened the sensations in ways that were far from unpleasant.  Perhaps because, with the blindfold, she completely submitted to the attentions of the woman who stayed silent the whole time.  And complete submission was where Waverly had come to feel at home.

Washed afterwards beneath the spray of a warm shower, she was patted dry by a soft towel and gentle hands.

 ‘Hold your arms out, please,’

She did so, sighing at the feel of satin-like straps sliding along her arms to be settled over her shoulders.  The same material draped over her breasts and stomach, brushing against mid-thigh as the dress was wrapped around her and fastened by a simple tie at the neck.

Waverly heard the soft pad of feet as the unseen woman stepped back and she thought she head a soft inhale of breath before, ‘You are prepared,’

  ‘Thank you,’ she replied with genuine gratitude and a simple wish to see the woman whose hands had treated her so gently.  She didn’t act on her desire though since the blindfold not hers to remove unless commanded or it was slipped from her eyes.

  ‘It has been an honour to serve you, Dios,’

Waverly’s breath caught with surprise, ‘Do I know you?’

  ‘I was witness to your triumphant demonstration as Sub-Night Victor,’ came the soft reply.

  ‘Then it seems we are destined to meet when I cannot see you,’ Waverly replied with the tiniest hint of regret.

The gentle press of lips to hers and the soft scent of spice made Waverly moan in surprised delight.  Afterwards, the woman said nothing more but just took her charge’s hand and led her into another room.

She had the sense that the woman left as soon as she had set Waverly into her place – but that didn’t mean that she was alone.  Waverly could sense someone else in the room and she stood, head slightly bowed, hands cupped loosely at her front.

  ‘Remove your blindfold,’

Her voice was deeper than usual but instantly sexy because of it.  Waverly lifted her hands and untied the material from the back of her head, slipping it free and leaving it hanging from her fingers as she returned her hands to their original position.  She kept her eyes down, but in the moment she had released the covering from her eyes, she had seen her.  Lounging on the large bed, empty of bedding but for a black base sheet and the pillows she was propped up against, her long, bare legs were crossed at the ankles where shining stilettos called somewhat invitingly.

  ‘Look at me,’

Waverly lifted her gaze and watched as the figure on the bed moved with languid slowness to slip from the mattress and walk towards her.  She was tall – made taller still by the high-pointed heels that she walked on with easy confidence.  She was dressed in a short black skirt – much like the one that Waverly and the other House-Slaves had worn at Mistress Aphrodite’s’.  But as she approached, Waverly realised that it wasn’t a skirt but a leather dress that hugged well-formed breasts and smooth abdomen.  Her hair was a straight flow of pleasant brown, brushing shoulders as her matching brown eyes roved up and down Waverly’s form. 

Experience had Waverly identifying this woman’s station.  Alone in this room with just the submissive before her, she was the dominant.  But had Nicole walked in, then she would bow to her will in an instant.  Waverly was reminded of the House Master – Bobo – whose demeanour had been much the same, although far less pleasant.

  ‘My name is Kelly,’ she announced as she slowly circled Waverly, long fingers stroking along her shoulder and up the nape of her neck still exposed by the messy bun, ‘You will call me Mistress,’

  ‘Yes, Mistress,’ she responded without hesitation as she felt a small tug and then her hair cascaded around her shoulders.

  ‘Much better,’ Kelly crooned and then returned to stand in front of Waverly.  She held her hand out, ‘Give me that … I shall need it later …’  After taking the blindfold from Waverly’s lifted fingers, she strolled back to the bed with the same unhurried pace and lay it on the pillow.  When she returned, a pair of silver handcuffs was hanging from her index finger.  ‘Put these on and then kneel …’

Waverly did as she was told, excitement tightening her chest as she slipped the cold metal about her wrists – tight enough to restrain but not to bruise.  A nod from Kelly had her lowering to her knees but a finger beneath her chin kept her from falling back onto her haunches.  As such, when she dropped her gaze, she was afforded a view that was surprising.

  ‘Lift my skirt,’

She did so, fingers suddenly trembling with excitement and apprehension.  She pushed the material up, revealing red panties that bulged in a distinctively natural shape.

  ‘Are you surprised?’

Waverly swallowed past the dryness in her throat and admitted as a whisper, ‘A little,’

  ‘Are you concerned?’

Although surprised by the question, Waverly respected the subtle request for consent.  Her eyes lifted to meet the downward gaze, 'I am not concerned,'

Pretty brown eyes widened briefly in a show of delight before her words rolled over Waverly’s skin to slide straight between her legs, ‘Good, because you are mine now and I intend to have every inch of you ... and for you to have every inch of me,’

Waverly couldn’t help but study the outline presented to her and her stomach rolled pleasantly because there appeared to be a lot of inches.

  ‘What are you waiting for?’

Although smoothly spoken, the underlying harshness of her tone sent a prickle of electricity down Waverly’s spine.  Something that would no doubt set the scene for the time they would spend together.  In her brief viewing of the room, Waverly had seen none of the tools or devices that would have fallen under her gaze quite naturally had she been in Mistress Aphrodite’s room.  The absence of such tools for sexual torture confirmed Waverly’s assessment of the tall woman before her.  But that didn’t mean she would be any less respectful or that Kelly would demand any less of her – it just appeared that those demands were to be a little more carnal.

Waverly lifted her hands, the metal cuffs clinking pleasingly as she moved and slowly pulled down the front of silk panties.  The cock revealed made her pause just to drink in the sight of it.  Waverly was no stranger to such things – even if the accompanying, feminine body for this particular cock was new – but she still felt her mouth drop open and eyes widen with delight.  Even only semi-aroused, Kelly’s cock was longer and thicker than most she had seen.  But Waverly’s appreciation came from more than that.  Completely hairless, the skin was wonderfully smooth and seemingly delicate.  The pelvis beyond was just as hairless, her hanging ball sack just as tidy.  In truth – to call her cock pretty was perfectly reasonable. 

  ‘Touch me …’

The order, not invitation, brought Waverly’s fingertips to the flesh before her, lifting it so she could slip the skin back and marvel at the smooth head and ridge of flesh that seemed to call to her lips.  She leant forward and pressed a kiss to that sensitive ridge, her tongue slipping free to stroke across and then back to circle slowly around the shaft.  The soft moan that echoed down to her was all the encouragement she needed, and she opened her mouth to slip her lips over the head and down the soft shaft.  She felt her cheeks bulge as the semi-hard cock rolled within her mouth, bending slightly as she searched further.  She took about half the length before pulling back, ensuring her lips were clamped hard to the flesh so she could suck the skin, stretching it past the dome and holding it there for a moment.  Her efforts brought reward as, when she slipped her lips back along the shaft, she found it harder than before.  Eager to prove herself, she slid her lips further, accepting the slide of the flesh towards the back of her tongue.  A slight gag and then she released herself with a small gasp that sent hot breath stroking along the wetness her lips had left.  Given no further orders, she repeated the action several more times, each time taking her a little deeper until she was almost at her root and had brought the prickle of tears to her eyes.

  ‘Impressive …’ Kelly commented, ‘… I wonder if your other holes will be as welcoming of me,’  She laughed softly, a wonderful sound that made Waverly look up as she slid her mouth back, leaving tendrils of spit in her wake.

  ‘Stand,’

She did so, eyes dropping naturally – even though their height difference meant she had no hope of meeting Kelly’s gaze without lifting hers.

In her peripheral vision, Waverly watched as Kelly lifted her slim arm and fingers plucked at the knot at her shoulder.  A simple tug and the material fell away from Waverly’s body, landing in a pool of aquamarine at her feet.  She gasped at the sight.  She had been so enraptured by the woman before her that she hadn’t noticed the colour of the dress she had been wearing for so brief a time.  Aquamarine – Mistress Nicole’s colours.  The colour of the collar and cuffs that regularly adorned her wrists, ankles and neck.  And the colour of the crop that had delivered many a devastatingly wonderful blow to her buttocks and breasts.  It was also the colour of the stone within the ring upon her finger.  Seeing the colour of the dress sent such a sense of love pouring though her that she almost whimpered.  It was a message – hidden from everyone but her.  A message from Nicole, for her understanding only, a message of love and a simple command to enjoy all that awaited her.

  ‘Kneel on the bed,’

  ‘Yes, Mistress,’ she replied, hearing the soft intake of breath and noticing the way Kelly’s cock twitched at the way she said it. 

She walked towards the bed and climbed onto it, finding the black base sheet to made of soft rubber.  The suggestion behind that made her heart beat a little faster as she turned on her knees to face Kelly.

The tall woman had moved to stand at the end of the bed and watched Waverly as she slowly stripped out of her dress.  The breasts, seemingly perfect beneath the material, revealed themselves to be even better to the eye.  Waverly studied them.  A pleasant size with dark nipples and beautiful shape that kept them lifted and somewhat proud.

She kept her panties on, her cock almost fully erect was pressed to her abdomen by the elastic.  Lifting one knee onto the bed, her eyes roved over Waverly for a few moments before her strong hands rested on the smaller woman’s shoulders and shoved her backwards.  She bounced against the mattress and quickly uncurled her legs from beneath her, Kelly’s hands instantly finding her ankles and dragging her back.  Her cuffed wrists rested over her breasts as her thighs were lifted and parted, rolling her onto her lower back.

  ‘Mmmmm … that’s a pretty pussy …’ Kelly crooned, hot breath preceding the slide of her tongue that drew a wet line from her puckered hole to her clit, pressing hard between her sex lips to make her whimper in delight.  She was licked hard but with a firm finesse that made her head swim.  With a heart thumping surge of acceptance, Waverly realised that the dominance that this woman was to wield over her was one of pleasure and, judging by the way she sucked at Waverly’s clit, Kelly expected her to submit completely.

Although lessons learned in how to hold off her pleasure were far more telling and important, Waverly had also learned that she had the ability to climax swiftly.  As such, the experienced touch of Kelly’s mouth brought her rocketing to the edge and soon she was groaning through gritted teeth, ‘Mistress, please may I come?’  Thankfully she had lifted her head as she spoke and was able to catch the way Kelly’s head bobbed because clearly she didn’t intend to relinquish Waverly’s pussy in order to form any words.  Falling back to the mattress to fully savour the pleasure that had built so quickly, her back arched suddenly as Kelly’s tongue delved into her wet cunt.  She cried out, stunned by the sheer delight of the probing organ that curled to stroke back along her inner wall.  Her fingers pressed to her chin as her back slammed back to the mattress and she curled upwards, eyes squeezed tightly shut and mouth open to cry silently as her climax robbed her breath.

Kelly sat back, one knee resting on the bed and a hand wiping the wetness from her lips and chin.  She smiled indulgently, ‘You are easy to please, I like that,’  Waverly had no breath to answer as her quivers slowly settled.  Once they had, Kelly commanded her to sit as she climbed from the bed and walked round to where she had placed the blindfold.  She returned to the spot at the end of the bed and beckoned Waverly who crawled over, eyes fixed on the woman’s wonderous breasts.

  ‘Yes, touch them …’

Waverly’s hands trembled far less as she lifted fingertips to stroke down the soft skin.  The flesh beneath was firmer than she was used to and when she cupped them, they were a pleasant weight in her hand.  Her thumb ran beneath each mound, making Kelly quiver as she stroked along a thin ridge of raised skin.  ‘You are beautiful, Mistress,’ she said as she moved her mouth to one pert nipple and then the other.  Unasked, she slipped her hand lower to cup the flesh hidden with the silk panties.  Her balls felt hot and heavy, the feel of them making Waverly gasp hot breath across the breasts that had so captivated her.

  ‘More …’ Kelly groaned softly as she pushed the panties down her thighs.

Waverly’s fingers closed around her hard shaft and pumped firmly before swiping a bead of precum away with her thumb.  As she did, the blindfold was slipped over her eyes and knotted firmly.  She gasped as she felt Kelly slip her arm beneath hers, looping around her back so could lift her and throw her back onto the bed.  Kelly lay over her, the feel of the breasts squashed together making Waverly wet – the promise of her thick cock making her even wetter.  A promise that would be fulfilled once Kelly had enjoyed the stroke of her head between Waverly’s pussy lips.  The hard dome enticed and moistened, spreading that moisture along the length of her sex and around her clit.

  ‘Oh God – please …’ Waverly groaned.

Kelly pressed the length of her cock between her sex lips, the way their breasts mashed together a reminder of the physical delight she was.  In the darkness, Waverly focused on where their bodies met – at the wonderful strangeness of laying breast to breast while a cock stroked intently at her pussy.  She shuddered at the feel of strong, smooth thighs pushing her own apart and then – oh-sweet-Jesus – the steady slide of her cock sliding into her.  Why it felt so different, Waverly would never understand – nor, at that moment, did she care.  But on the back of her climax and with the feel of Kelly’s breasts against hers, the feel of the cock stretching her open made her entire being swirl like a kaleidoscope to centre her focus on the incredible sensations.  In the darkness behind the blindfold, it seemed as if the penetration would never end, as if Kelly’s genuine length was only just now being revealed.  Waverly actually heard herself squeak when her deepest parts were nudged by the firm head.

  ‘Ohhhh–godddd …’ she moaned, head lolling from side to side, lost to the feeling of being stretched and filled like never before.  And with it she feared the moment that Kelly would withdrawal and she would lose the sheer delight of her.  Her fears were to be proven unfounded as the friction along her passion heightened nerves made her whimper.  The retreat was much like the penetration, stealing her breath as every impossible inch was pulled from her.   She mourned the loss of the cock with a whimpering cry before sighing loudly as she was stretched once more.  She was fucked slowly but firmly, the wonderful organ filling her so perfectly that she thought she might lose her mind.  When Kelly reared up to take her that final, deep inch, the cuffs at her wrists clinked as her hands sought the firm breasts.  Spreading her hands as far as she could, she cupped both breasts and moulded them against her palm, savouring the bizarre sensation of feeling of flesh filling her while she fondled the breasts of the owner.

So lost to the plunge and retreat, Waverly didn’t notice when Kelly adjusted her position, turning her body slightly, until hard fingers plied at her clitoris. 

  ‘Oh-oh-fuck!’ she cried out as she felt an orgasm building – unstoppable and intense.  Kelly started to rub her fingers back and forth, holding her cock deep inside while she worked the small little bud.  A sudden hiss of liquid accompanied Waverly’s cry as she felt herself succumb and the sound of it splashing across them both made her orgasm so filthily erotic that she came again, sobbing and crying, hands clasped beneath her chin.

Heaving a breath, she had to force herself to focus when she heard Kelly grunt with disapproval, ‘You come all over me and don’t even say thank you?’

  ‘Oh-god … thank you, Mistress,’ she gasped.

Another grunt as she slid from inside her and pressed lower, pushing open the tight ring of her ass and sliding easily inside.

  ‘Oh-oh-fuck!’ Waverly’s moans turned quickly to a cry as she took the impressive length and width easily but no less pleasurably for that.  Her ass was fucked smoothly and deliberately, each thrust awakening nerve endings and making her pussy pulse with hunger.

Waverly had a sudden flash that made her gasp almost a cry.  Was Nicole watching?  Had she been watching from the start?  Was she watching now – as Waverly’s trained, unlubricated ass took the thick cock without difficulty.  The thought of her Mistress’ pride at seeing her welcome the cock made her heartbeat faster and her arousal suddenly peak.

  ‘Oh – Mistress may I come?’ she squeaked, the thought of the eyes and ears of her Mistress bringing the words to her lips.

  ‘Oh, no – no – no,’ Kelly chuckled as she slipped her cock free and rubbed her head against Waverly’s clit, ‘Not yet …’ 

Her words were accompanied by the hard thrust of her cock back into Waverly’s pussy and it took all her training and experience to not succumb to the climax that threatened to surge through her.  Her ass, still open from the stretching it had received, only heightened the sensations and she had to grit her teeth to hold back her desires.  Several firm thrusts followed, bringing tears to Waverly’s hidden eyes as she desperately tried to hold off her pleasure.

  ‘Will you come for me now, hmmm?’  The words should have released her but – as was often the case – it was hard to instantly let go.  Kelly thrust deep and hard, ‘I said you could come …’  The hint of anger, of disapproval momentarily dampened her desire but a few more swift, demanding thrusts and she was arching into her climax, sobbing her thanks as the handcuffs at her wrists clinked and rattled.  That chain was suddenly grabbed and forced over her head, her arms having no choice but to follow.  Her hands were held far above her as Kelly stretched herself over her, shallow thrusts of her cock drawing the last drips of orgasm from her but quickly building another.

  ‘Put your legs around me …’ Kelly ordered, ‘… I want you to feel me deep inside you,’

  ‘Yes … yes … Mistress,’ she responded as she lifted her legs to cross her ankles over her lower back.  Instantly she felt the change and her head pressed back into the bed as she cried out. 

  ‘Ssssshhhh …’ a hand clamped over her mouth as lips dropped to her cheek to kiss her gently, a strange action given the way Kelly had started to pump her hips to fuck her as hard and deep as she could.  Those soft lips traced kisses across her jawline and then down her neck – never stopping the shallow withdrawal and forceful thrust back in.  Waverly felt her deepest parts being nudged by the cock and she submitted to the cramp across her stomach as much as she submitted to everything else. 

  ‘You will come again,’ Kelly ordered, holding herself deep and gyrating her hips so her pelvis enticed Waverly’s clitoris.

  ‘Yes, Mistress … ahhh … thank you, Mistress …’ her words turned to whimpered gasps as Kelly pounded into her.  Then, as her climax washed over and through her, Waverly lifted herself out of her body to imagine what Nicole must have been seeing and hearing right at that moment.  The thought made her cry out and buck upwards, legs falling from Kelly’s back to kick wildly as her body dissolved into sobbing release as lights danced in front of her eyes and she sagged, boneless and breathless.

She came round to the feel of coarse rope circling her wrists.  She had no idea when the cuffs had been removed but now, with one wrist already tied to the headboard, her other was being stretched out and similarly fixed.  She blinked, realising that the blindfold had been removed too, and she looked up as Kelly paused to smile at her, eyes twinkling with lust and amusement.  It was the briefest of moments but enough for Waverly to inhale deeply and wonder what more awaited her because that look had also promised more.

A new section of rope was looped twice around her right ankle and a fair length needed to stretch her leg out and secure her to the bottom post.  Her other ankle was afforded the same treatment and, once spread-eagled, she shifted her butt and felt the liquid that had gathered beneath her.  With nowhere to go, the evidence of her passions had collected on the waterproof base and there was something almost decadent about feeling it seeping into the crack of her ass.

The mattress shifted as Kelly lay alongside her to send well-shaped nails in ticklish lines down her breasts and sides.  She squirmed – it was hard not to – and felt the juice beneath her creep up her back.  At any other time, it would have no doubt felt unpleasant – but right now, knowing that it was Kelly’s pretty cock that had caused the juices to flow, made it feel wonderfully filthy.

Waverly looked up at her, marvelling at the calm gaze that followed the trace of nails over her captive’s skin, clearly enjoying the futile squirms that she wrought.  Her fingers slid over Waverly’s breast and around a hard nipple that was pinched and rolled between thumb and forefinger.  Waverly hissed but didn’t want her to stop and when her breast was stretched by the hard pull of the bud, she gasped and groaned and whispered for more.  Chuckling, Kelly’s hand found her other nipple and twisted it slowly before pulling it upwards and arching Waverly’s back along with it.

  ‘Mmmmm …’ Kelly groaned in appreciation, mouth dropping to the juncture of Waverly’s neck and shoulder to kiss along the sensitive skin, ‘You really are a sub of some repute, aren’t you?’  When no answer was forthcoming, Kelly smiled at her, ‘You may speak freely, I am Mistress of your body – your words are your own,’

Waverly swallowed, although baffled by the attempt to engage in her conversation, she did what she always did in such situations and fell back on the life that she had been trained for, the life she loved, ‘My Mistress has trained me well – I exist only to honour her,’

A growl echoed deep in Kelly’s throat, her cock twitching where it rested between them.  No doubt Kelly had heard such words before but perhaps never spoken with the conviction and simple truth that hung on every syllable Waverly uttered.

  ‘Truly?’ Kelly responded with genuine interest, ‘You think so much of her?’

Waverly’s reply was quick to her lips, ‘She is everything – my love for her is as unquestioning as my submission,’

  ‘And does she feel the same about you?  Does her love equal her dominance?’

Waverly closed her eyes for a moment as images rushed past her mind’s eye, bringing with them remembered emotions.  She remembered the fear when Nicole had told her she was sending her away to be trained.  Those first few days and nights under Mistress Aphrodite’s roof when swift lessons had been delivered and quickly learned.  And then she saw all that had come afterwards – when Nicole had brought her home to a new life of submission.  ‘Red wine for dinner …’  The message that told her it would be the Mistress stepping through the door upon her return and she should expect a night of painful delights after adorning the aquamarine cuffs and collar.

Her eyes slowly opened, images and sensations slipping away as she returned to the present moment and Kelly’s question.  ‘Yes …’ she whispered.

Kelly lifted slightly and turned, pulling Waverly’s gaze with it until they were both looking across the room.  The huge ornate mirror dominated the wall that it was set high into – it’s size and positioning becoming clear with Kelly’s next words.  ‘And yet she gives you to me to enjoy?’

Waverly’s eyes locked on the mirror and the woman she knew now was standing the other side – captured by her stare.  ‘My Mistress has given me to many with no need to fear who I belong to,’

  ‘Mmmm – your words make my cock tingle,’ Kelly growled and moved to straddle Waverly’s chest to rub herself between the beautifully spread breasts. 

She moved higher, Waverly’s mouth dropping open without being told and Kelly slid into her, leaning forward to curl her fingers over the metal headboard where the smaller woman’s wrists were securely fastened.  She fucked her mouth slowly, sighing and moaning with each thrust.  Waverly used her tongue to delight her further and was rewarded by heavy drips of precum sliding down her throat.  When Kelly started to thrust a little faster, Waverly braced herself for the rush of spurting come but it never came and Kelly withdrew, moaning as a deep quiver ran through her body.  Waverly couldn’t help but be impressed at her restraint and sighed softly as that only aroused her more.

This time, it was Kelly’s mouth that roved over arousal heighted skin, her tongue flicking away errant beads of sweat before her teeth mirrored the so recent actions of her fingers to stretch Waverly’s nipples and breasts.  After being so firmly twisted and tweaked, the feel of sawing teeth was a dark delight that made her groan and arch off the bed.  She chased the ache of it with closed eyes before Kelly’s hands pushed her back to the bed.  Teeth slow to release the engorged nipple made her cry out softly and Kelly’s cock twitched against her inner thigh.  The feel of it made her pussy clench and she had the sudden longing to feel its slide once more.  She sighed, focusing her attention on the way her pussy fluttered with need and marvelled at how welcoming she was of this woman’s exotic attentions.  Attentions that now sent lips and tongue down her stomach, making her jerk as sensitive areas were tickled and other areas were heated by her breath.

When those lips kissed their way down her inner thighs, Waverly shifted with desire, the pull at her restrained wrists and ankles reminding her that she was tied and sending a bolt of arousal through her that made her gasp.  She lifted her head to find Kelly looking up at her with eyes full of insight.  Then lips, curled briefly in a knowing smile, returned to their blissful task.  Waverly’s head fell back to the pillows, and she stared up at the shadowed ceiling above, losing herself to the delicate, arousing touch.  Nicole often made love to her with gentle caress borne of her passion and devotion.  But she had never been treated so gently by someone Nicole had given her to.  Nicole’s presentation of Waverly to another had always been for one purpose alone – to submit to the whims of the dominant, or dominants, that she had been given to.  And she had, willingly, submitted to every lash and hard fucking, finding much pleasure for herself within the submission.  And now, although she was tied to the bed and happy to accept that Kelly was the dominant of Waverly’s pleasure, her treatment was so different, such a treat, that Waverly made a mental note to find words and actions to truly thank Nicole properly.

Lips kissing their way back up her inner thigh drew her focus back to the moment and she held her breath as hot breath stirred her groin.  The gentlest of swipes between her pussy lips had her gasping a cry of surprise as her arousal increased a thousand-fold.  Another swipe, just as gentle made her moan and slowly rock her head from side to side.  She bit her lip, holding back the words that burned in her throat as Kelly continued to work at her pussy with licks and sucks that, although gentle, were painfully arousing.  The desire to beg Kelly to finish her, to release the climax that ticked like a timebomb in the pit of her stomach, almost escaped her lips when Kelly’s mouth lifted from her, her body following.  Waverly’s head rolled, eyes chasing the tall woman’s movement as she reached for something beside the bed.  A soft hum echoed beneath Waverly’s pants of need, the sound changing the instant the vibrating sphere found her clit and the wetness there.  Wavely cried out, body arching to strain against the bonds but quickly dropping back to the bed as her clit eased to the sensations. 

  ‘Ohhhhhh …’ it was a long, drawn-out sigh of pleasure, chased swiftly by moaning cries as her body surged beneath the sensations pulsing through her clit and pussy, spinning her entire being like a swirling vortex, spiralling down and down to that point of delight.

Swiftly and with an instant ache at its loss, the vibrator was gone from her but still hummed beside her on the bed.  The rope tying her ankles was released and each thick strand was relocated – to the corners at the head of the bed.  Rolled upwards onto her lower back, Waverly found herself spread-eagled and all but bent double.  The position sent blood rushing to her head and she had to fight past the fog of light headedness – although that could have just as easily been caused by the now painful arousal that was cramping her stomach and making her cunt pulse and clench.  Her wrists were released, and she sighed with relief as she pressed her hands to the mattress beside her, relaxing into the bent, spread posture she had been fixed into. 

Her wrists were suddenly grabbed and bound with palms facing.  Once tied, they rested against her breasts as she stared up at the shadows and wondered what awaited her now.

A cry was torn from her throat when the vibrator found her clit, barely a moment before a deep, growling cry joined its echo as Kelly’s thick cock slid home. 

  ‘Take it,’ Kelly demanded and waited until the smaller woman had opened her hands as far as the binds would allow and then closed them around the handle of the vibrator.  Once positioned at her sensitive nub, Kelly started to slowly fuck her, growling, ‘and do not let that leave your clit,’

Waverly nodded frantically, fluttering eyes staring up at the woman looming over her.  She was standing with feet planted to the bed so she could thrust down hard into Waverly’s open, exposed pussy.  The position she had fixed her into made it easy to withdraw and plunge her cock straight into her welcoming ass – the change in sensation and the delight of it making Waverly whimper.  A few deep, penetrating thrusts and then her pussy was being entered once more with thrusts made all the deeper by the way she was bound beneath.

  ‘Please, Mistress!’ she cried suddenly, giving voice to the passion that had grown within her for so long, ‘Please!  May I come?’

  ‘No … not yet …’ Kelly chuckled as she slid free of her cunt and claimed her ass once more.

Waverly groaned painfully and gritted her teeth, tapping into the trained submissive within to hold back her arousal until her Mistress released her.  She turned her head and focused her gaze on the mirror, searching beyond what she could see, hoping to have captured Nicole’s gaze.  She hoped that she had, and she hoped that Nicole could see the gratitude in her eyes, the love and the devotion.  Nicole had sent her to be tested in new and wonderful ways and Waverly hoped, beyond even the desperate need to climax, that her one true Mistress could see her being truly tested.

The slide of Kelly’s cock into her pussy – deep and with sudden purpose – pulled her head round to stare up desperately.  She wanted to ask again – she wanted to beg – but she didn’t.  Her Mistress had refused her once, to ask once more would be to ignore the training her body and mind had absorbed and made her own.

For an eternity of need, Waverly’s head tossed from side to side as she tried to hold off the inevitable.  Finally, Kelly laughed and nodded, ‘Come for me now?  Hmmm?  Come on …’  Her words accompanied hard, swift thrusts and Waverly was thankful for the permission given because there was no way to stop the climax that Kelly was fucking her so perfectly towards.  Waverly’s body tensed, every muscle and nerve seeking release.  And when it came, loudly and wetly, for a time she thought it would never end.  Crest after crest of pleasure broke over her as multiple orgasms robbed her – first of her breath and then her strength.

  ‘You soak my bed … and me …’

The words cut through the haze, the hint of disapproval calling to the submissive and bringing her from her orgasm induced stupor.

  ‘… and you don’t even say thank you?’

She tried to respond, licked her lips and tried again.  ‘Th-thank you, M-M-Mistress …’ she was cognizant enough to know it wasn’t enough and added quickly, ‘… for making me come,’

  ‘Huh,’ Kelly huffed with amusement as she rubbed her cock through Waverly’s soaking slit, ‘Is that what you call it?’

Waverly had no answer for that, and she certainly had no argument.  She could feel the puddle beneath her and the way her fluids were spreading beneath her.

  ‘My, my, my,’ Kelly sighed as she moved back and flicked her fingers through the puddle beneath Waverly’s butt, ‘Such a wet little slut, aren’t you?’ 

  ‘Yes, Mistress,’ Waverly whimpered.

  ‘Mmmmm …’ she shuddered as her fingers closed around her shaft and stroked firmly, closing her eyes and clearly enjoying the way Waverly had soaked her thin skin, ‘… but where should I finish with you, hmmm?’  She leant forward to grab the vibrator and turn it off before tossing it aside.  Her wet head was pressed between Waverly’s cunt lips but didn’t push into her.  With her multiple climaxes still humming through her like electricity on a powerline, Waverly had to bite her lip to stop herself from begging and she marvelled at the skill of the woman before her who had sparked such gluttony.  The sight of her breasts, the smooth timbre of her voice, her cock – the prettiest Waverly had ever seen – it all combined to create an eroticism that Waverly could never have imagined and now, could not get enough of.  She squeaked softly as she felt Kelly’s cock tease her ass and longed for it there but, once again, held back her entreaty.

  ‘You have had anal training …’ Kelly breathed as she probed at her ass, still open from her attentions and slow to close thanks to her time at Mistress Aphrodite’s.

  ‘I have, Mistress …’ she paused and then added, ‘Does it please you?’

Kelly looked up, eyes flashing with the amusement that made her look even sexier, ‘You seek to tempt me into your ass, little slave?’

Her words had Waverly’s butt tweaking as if in guilty acknowledgement.

Kelly leant over her once more, resting her pelvis against Waverly’s pussy, her cock pressed between them.  Bound hands were moved over her head so her breasts could be harshly squeezed and pinched.  Taking a  breath, Kelly’s voice was deep with arousal as she asked, ‘I wonder where your dominant would like to see me favour you with my cum …’ she turned briefly to the mirror and then back to Waverly as she adjusted her position and sent her cock easily into her ass.  ‘Mmmmm … perhaps I could pound you hard and then come over your stinging ring …’  A couple of thrusts and the gyrate of hips widened Waverly’s gape when she pulled free to slide instantly into her pussy, ‘Or simply mix my juice with yours … yes, maybe I will fuck you hard and deep, make you squirt all over me again …’ she thrust firmly into her and held herself there, ‘You would gush again for me, wouldn’t you?’

Waverly nodded, gasping, ‘Yes, Mistress,’

The thick cock slid from her pussy with the wettest of sounds that spoke of Waverly’s continued arousal.  Sliding easily back into her ass, Kelly pumped several times, groaning her own excitement as her body rippled with need.  Returning to her pussy, she fucked her with long, deliberate strokes that had them both gasping.

  ‘Oh, Mistress!  Please!’

  ‘You wish to come again?’

Waverly nodded, swallowing furiously as she tried to form words around her moaning cries, ‘I do but … oh, Mistress, I want you to come!’

The growl was deep with surprise and Kelly’s smile was one of hunger as she started to piston into the bound woman beneath her.  Her strong hips and legs holding her weight as she drove over and over into the sobbing submissive. 

  ‘Oh – fuck!’ Kelly suddenly shouted, the raising of her voice testament to the pleasure that was surely peaking within her balls. 

She pulled free to curl long fingers around her shaft, features creased with need as she pumped her cock.  A hiss of delight and then a groaning whimper before she cried out as her hot, thick cum splashed across Waverly’s breasts.  Load after load of thick white cum was pumped from her as she hissed over and over, body tense before she finally relaxed and rubbed her cock between Waverly’s sex lips.

  ‘You didn’t squirt …’ Kelly sighed lazily and shuddered, ‘No matter …’  Hard fingers drove into Waverly, making her cry out in delight as they instantly curled to press at her g-spot.  Several hard presses soon had the submissive crying out beneath a spray of juice that soaked them both.

Kelly moved to stand, stretching and shuddering with post-orgasmic delight as she studied the submissive on the bed.  ‘You made quite the mess,’ she chuckled as she moved to the corner of the room and retrieved something from a hidden cabinet.

After her ankles were released, Waverly was commanded from the bed and onto her knees.  She did so without hesitation, lifting her head when a finger beneath her chin commanded.  The feel of leather sliding around her neck was not unfamiliar – but even so she knew that this was not her usual collar.  This was broader and heavier.  The leash that Kelly held up was a simple strip of black leather ending in short, thick chain that was clipped to a d-ring at Waverly’s throat.  The blindfold came next, sending her into darkness once more. 

  ‘I am done with you for now, little slave,’ Kelly told her and tugged gently on the leash, ‘To the corner with you,’

Waverly crawled after her mistress, the carpet soft beneath her hands and knees.  A tug and she was turned around.  The weight of the leash at her collar changed slightly and she had the sense that the leather had been fixed to a hook set further up the wall.  Waverly shivered with strange delight at her mind’s conjuring of how she must have appeared.  Leashed by a collar, naked and soaked with her own juices as well as Kelly’s copious amount of cum – she accepted, with a moment of pride, that she would have looked submissively beautiful.

Moving into a more comfortable position, she allowed herself to just breathe.  Once she had settled, she slowly allowed her focus to move from one tingling ache to another, savouring each one and enjoying the journey of her senses with slow delight.  She had done this so often that it had become a key part of being the submissive she wanted to be – that Nicole demanded she be.  In moments like this, it had become a simple task to fully appreciate whatever her body was feeling – whether the sensations had been caused by pleasure or pain – she had come to welcome them equally and to all but revel in the acceptance and appreciation of what had been done to her.  For many, being a submissive was a part of their life, a role stepped into willingly when opportunity arose.  But Waverly never stepped out it.  If anything, everyday menial tasks and actions were the role she stepped in and out of when needed.  She went to work, she socialised with colleagues on occasion, she went shopping – but that was the cloak she wore.  A cloak she was happy to wear but just as happy to cast off and be free, to breathe easy within her naked, submissive glory.  Waverly imagined that it would be hard to explain to anyone how it felt to step into yourself, or rather, to cast off her cloak of propriety and feel the weight of it disappear from her shoulders.  She had never tried to explain it to anyone.  The only people she could possibly talk to were submissives and they rarely met in situations that would allow such … chats.  She could have, perhaps, spoken to Nicole but there was no need.  She saw the same in her.  Red wine for dinner.  Nicole would enter the house differently, as if the closing of the door behind her was her way of shedding the cloak Waverly felt draped around her shoulders.  Unless told otherwise, Waverly would be kneeling naked in the hallway – collars and cuffs in their rightful place.  Nicole would close the door and turn – and pause.  She would take a few breaths, and Waverly knew that her dominant was feeling the weight being cast off too.  In those moments of silence that followed, they would feel the depth of the devotion they shared.  And then Nicole would take her – however she pleased – and Waverly would accept it all and more, just to see her mistress breathe so easy.  And with every whimpering cry, her gratitude ran ever deeper.

  ‘So now I must call you twice?’

The anger in the words made Waverly sit up straight, body alert and trembling as she sought out the source of the displeasure and prepared herself to somehow make things right.

  ‘I am sorry, Miss,’

Waverly recognised the soft voice as belonging to the woman who had prepared her.

  ‘Sorry?’ Kelly’s tone was heavy with sarcasm, ‘Do you intend to show me up in front of my guest?’

  ‘Of course not, Miss, I would never – ’

  ‘Perhaps I should ask my guest to instruct you properly!  I am sure she would be more than willing to show you how a dominant of her standing would remind a maid of their place!’

  ‘Please, Miss, I’m sorry,’ the reply was made high-pitched with fear.

  ‘Well, you’re here now I suppose,’ Kelly sighed, ‘And an hour in the cage before you prepare my dinner should remind you to be more attentive, hmmm?’

  ‘It will, Miss, thank you, Miss,’

A pause and then Kelly’s anger was heavy in her voice once more, ‘What are you fucking waiting for?  Change the damned bedding!’

Waverly remained on alert.  The anger in the woman’s voice, although not directed at her, was not easily ignored.  Experience of how a dominant’s fury fell upon any within sight was something else quickly learned.  Afterall, in this world, the concept of fair was simply overruled by the rights of a dominant.

Staying alert meant that Waverly became acutely aware of the way she was being ignored.  And that was a strange sensation to feel after Kelly’s intense attention.  She listened as the maid moved around the room.  Felt a flush at her cheeks at sound of the soaked rubber sheet being folded into the centre to be carefully lifted from the bed.  Thoughts of how Kelly’s cock had slid so perfectly between pussy and anus to make her squirt and gush made her quiver.  The feel of their juices drying over her skin sent a pleasant ripple up her spine.  The soft pad of footsteps on carpet spoke of the maid carrying the sheet from the room.  Returning a few moments later to replace the bedding.  Was another rubber sheet returned?  Did Kelly intend more wet delights for her?  Waverly shuddered at the thought – both optimistic and concerned as she hoped for a glass of water in her future at the very least. 

There was the sound of other footsteps too, no doubt as Kelly moved around the room to monitor her maid and ensure she was doing her job satisfactorily.  The main surely was.  After all, even the most inexperienced of subs would be doing their upmost to regain their dominant’s favour after angering them.  And although Kelly might have called her maid and been called Miss by return – the sub-dom relationship was still in evidence.  Such things were on a spectrum after all.

  ‘Here …’

Waverly jumped a little at the closeness of the voice.

  ‘… it’s water …’

She reached up open hands, fingers closing around the glass when it pressed to her palms.  The water was cool and a delight to gulp down, some spilling to dribble down her chin and neck, then between her breasts.  She finished the glass in a few moments and, although she could have easily downed another, she didn’t ask.  If she was to be granted another drink, it would be offered.  It wasn’t and she had the sense of the maid moving away.

Seconds dragged on – made longer by the darkness.  She listened intently – hopefully for any sound.  There were none.  Had they left her alone for a time?

The shift of the collar at her neck and the soft click of chain was answer to that question a few moments later as the leash was unhooked and a tug sent her to hands and knees.  With no worded command given – or needed – she crawled forward, guided by the pull of the collar and the leash attached.  A sharp tug made her halt and rest back on her haunches, wrists crossed at her lower back and head held just high enough to not fold the collar into her neck.

Fingers at the back of her head untied the blindfold.  Experience kept her eyes closed for a moment once the blindfold was removed.  Barely a moment but it was enough to allow her to open her eyes without squinting beneath the dim light.  Her eyes lifted but quickly dropped when they briefly met her Mistress’ gaze, her head following, not noticing the way the broad collar dug in.  In fact, she had no attention for anything but the brief vision that had caught her gaze. 

Nicole.  Her Mistress.  Standing before her with bare arms crossed over a sheer black waistcoat, which offered enticing view of the swell of naked breasts beneath.  And below, a sight to make Waverly’s throat dry. Tight leather trousers, clinging to firm thighs like a second skin before diving into knee high boots.

Waverly was pulled from the wonder of what she had seen by movement at her side.  In her peripheral vision she could see Kelly, dressed once more in a short leather dress, except this time it was a deep crimson that suited her well.  On her feet were matching stilettos that would surely bring her beyond Nicole’s height.

Waverly longed to feel her Mistress’ attention on her, to feel the caresses of her voice but her words were cast towards the tall woman beside her and they were less than pleased.

  ‘Why are you dressed?’ the harsh huff that followed gave Kelly no chance to answer and was quickly followed by a demanded, ‘I let you have fun with my slave and now – what? – you think you are the dominant in the room?’

Waverly felt her pussy clench at the tremor she heard in Kelly’s voice as she replied, ‘Of course not … I …’ she stepped from her shoes as she spoke, stumbling slightly and righting herself as Nicole’s harsh gaze brought her to silence.

  ‘Strip and lean over the bed,’ Nicole snarled.

  ‘Yes, Mistress,’ Kelly replied tremulously but once she had shed her clothing, the swelling of her cock made it clear that it wasn’t fear that was making her tremble.  She bent to place her hands flat on mattress, her hair falling like a curtain to hide her features as Nicole moved to stand behind her.

Waverly watched as Nicole took a moment to study the differing shape before her.  Squarer and less rounded than the buttocks that had been presented to her before, the sharp retort of skin on skin, when it came, was no less arousing.  Kelly remained silent through the first few blows, barely lifting her head in reaction.  But once her buttocks had deepened red, the blows started to draw a hiss of breath from beneath that curtain of hair.  Waverly squirmed slightly at the sound, her breath instantly freezing in her throat when Nicole turned to look at her, having heard and now seeing her reaction.  Her eyes flicked to the flush of arousal at Waverly’s throat and her lip curled in anger, ‘Are you enjoying the sight of this?’ she nodded to the space beside Kelly, ‘Get here and join her!’

Waverly did as commanded, standing at the foot of the bed and bending over to mirror Kelly’s position, the leash still at her collar coiling on the mattress beneath her.  Nicole’s palm found her buttock and she tensed under the sudden sting of it.  A second to steady herself and then her other buttock was afforded the same treatment.  Twin smacks echoed beside her before Kelly’s gasp echoed to silence as Waverly’s buttocks trembled beneath further blows.  They were both spanked firmly and thoroughly until their buttocks glowed pink with beads of sweat standing out along the mounds and both their spines. 

Nicole stepped forward and ran her hand over Kelly’s taut ass, pursuing her lips thoughtfully, ‘I suppose I can forgive your transgression – you did treat my slave rather well,’

Kelly’s head lifted and dropped in a nod, ‘Did I do as you requested?  Are you pleased with me?’

  ‘I am,’ Nicole breathed and turned her attention briefly to Waverly, ‘Lie on the bed, let her have your mouth while I make sure she remembers her place,’  As Waverly moved onto the bed, Nicole leant over Kelly to tell her, ‘And if you come down her throat, I shall have your maid bring that cage you mentioned and you can watch while I enjoy my slave all to myself,’

  ‘I won’t, I – aaahhhh …’ Kelly’s groan of desire accompanied the slide of wet lips a moment before a hard spank dropped her hips and Waverly took her thick cock deep into her throat.  She pulled free, only to sink again under another blow.

  ‘Yes …’ Nicole hissed, ‘… like that …’

Rhythmic blows followed, a tempo that had Kelly fucking Waverly’s mouth with heavy strokes.  Soon she was gritting her teeth – either from the sting of Nicole’s hand or to hold off the climax that was surely building in her balls.

  ‘Mmmm …’ Nicole shivered and stepped back, nodding to herself and waving for Kelly to stand.  She looked down at her glistening cock, an eyebrow arching with interest.  ‘Have her ass for a bit … I would like to see her face while you do,’

Waverly was surprised by the command.  Not that Nicole was a stranger to everything that Waverly’s body had to offer – just that her preferences usually lay in other delights.  But then again – Nicole had never watched someone like Kelly enjoy her submissive before, so previous likes and desires seemed somewhat redundant.

  ‘Look at me,’ Nicole ordered once Waverly had rolled over and her ass was presented to the kneeling Kelly.  Once their eyes met, Waverly saw the love and desire that always boiled just beneath the surface.  ‘Are you enjoying your birthday treat?’

  ‘You have honoured me with unbelievable delights, Mistress,’ Waverly responded.

  ‘Then I will look forward to you showing me your gratitude,’

Waverly dipped her gaze slightly, ‘As will I, Mistress,’

Nicole’s eyebrow flicked with amusement, but the moment passed quickly and she clicked her fingers, ‘Get on with it,’

Instantly, firm hands were spreading her cheeks, and the head of Kelly’s cock was probing within.  Waverly inhaled slowly and then exhaled as a gasp as the thick, long cock encountered no resistance as it entered her.  She stared up at her Mistress, loving the way Nicole’s pupils swelled as her unblinking gaze watched her sub being anally mounted.

  ‘You like that?’ Nicole asked of her sub.

She swallowed, ‘It feels good, Mistress, thank you,’

  ‘Better than my fingers or my dildo?’ Nicole queried.

Waverly shook her head, ‘Nothing is better than you, Mistress,’

Nicole gave a small laugh and squatted down at the end of the bed, eyes searching Waverly’s, ‘Oh, come now, she is giving you something I cannot …’ she looked up, the barest of nods letting Kelly withdraw and then slowly plunge back in.  Waverly’s eyelids fluttered but she managed to keep her Mistress’ gaze.  ‘I can tell how much you are enjoying the feel of hot, hard flesh sliding into your ass …’ she smiled and waved for Kelly to continue fucking her, unhurried and so fucking sexy to the eye.  ‘I bet you would love to feel the heat of her cum filling you right up, wouldn’t you?’  Nicole’s eyes flicked up at the groan that echoed down from Kelly but returned quickly to Waverly, ‘Feel it dribble down from your ass and between those plump pussy lips …. mmmmm … I bet you can just imagine it dripping off your clit, can’t you?’

Waverly quivered at her words and the images they created in her mind.

  ‘I bet, if I let her, the feel of her coming in your ass would make you just gush, wouldn’t it?’

  ‘If it would please you, Mistress,’

  ‘But it’s not about me,’ Nicole told her, ‘This is your treat, so tell me … would you squirt if I let her ram your ass until she came deep inside you?  And ff I told her not to stop so her cum would just slide out of you and drip from your soaking cunt … hmmm?’

Waverly coughed to clear the sudden dryness in her throat.  Nicole didn’t speak like this too often but when she did – it was like an electric bolt to her nipples and clit.  ‘I-I-I would … Mistress … her cock feels so good inside me … I would surely gush if she fucked me hard and deep, at your command,’

Nicole’s eyes flicked up, ‘And what about you?  Would you come in my slave’s ass if I commanded it?’

Kelly groaned and arched her back, forcing herself deep, ‘Command it – please!’

Nicole stood and beckoned Kelly with a crooked finger, forcing her to lean over the woman beneath her.  Waverly sighed at the way the hard cock shifted inside her, pressing at her inner walls where she imagined she could feel the thick drips of precum.  Nicole reached out, searching fingers stroking down either hanging breast until they reached her nipples and pinched them between thumb and forefinger.  She twisted the hard buds, eyes on Kelly to watch her reaction.  Giving them another cruel twist, she released the buds and stroked the firm mounds.  ‘I heard that these were a gift from Mistress Aphrodite?’

Kelly nodded, eyes flashing with warmth, ‘Mistress Aphrodite has been most generous,’

  ‘Mmmmmm,’ she nodded and stroked her hands over the smooth skin, ‘They are truly beautiful.  They would look even better striped by a crop,’

Kelly gasped, eyes widening with both anxiety and excitement.

  ‘Perhaps another time,’ Nicole smiled at her reaction and let her hands drop to her sides.  ‘Yes – another time,’ she said thoughtfully and motioned for Kelly to continue her fucking while she undressed. 

Waverly lifted her head to watch as each perfect inch of her mistress was revealed.  As it was, she felt Kelly’s cock swell a little more as she too appreciated the sight before them.

  ‘As I have already told you, I have no desire for cock,’ Nicole laughed harshly, ‘so look at me with desires such as that again and I will introduce your breasts to the crop sooner rather than later,’

Kelly seemed unrepentant, ‘I will not apologise for appreciating your beauty – and I have other ways with which to honour it … Mistress,’

The short exchange had Waverly creaming, and she could feel her juices sliding down her thighs.  There was something about the way Nicole spoke when she was being harsh, that just sung to Waverly’s darkest desires.

  ‘We shall see,’ Nicole responded as she moved towards the bed, ‘Turn around and resume fucking her – ten to the ass and then ten to the cunt,’

  ‘Yes, Mistress,’ Kelly breathed as she pulled free.

As they turned, Nicole settled herself onto the pillows and opened her thighs.  Waverly couldn’t help but notice that she was freshly shaved into a neat, darting triangle of red curls and wondered if Kelly’s maid had helped her mistress too.

Such thoughts dispersed as if they had never been when Waverly dropped her mouth to her mistress’ pussy and the taste of her made her head swim.  She licked her way up between her lips, sucking at her clit before returning her tongue to her wet entrance to delve inside.  As she did, her breath escaped in a rush of heat as Kelly moved from her ass to her pussy.  She tried to count the strokes but that proved a fool’s errand when the sound of her mistress enjoying her mouth stole most of her thoughts.  Nicole was so quick to arouse that Waverly wondered if she had taken any release as she had watched from the other side of the mirror.  Not that it mattered because all that Waverly cared about right there and then was the rush of juice flowing down her chin and the way Nicole was demanding that she make her come. 

At some point Kelly returned to her ass – the sight of which drove Nicole over the edge, and she thrust herself up against Waverly’s searching tongue, crying out, ‘Fingers!  Fuck me hard!’ even as she came around her tongue. 

Waverly was quick to the task, opening her with two fingers before stretching her with a third while the first orgasm was still sending trembles down Nicole’s thighs.  She did as commanded, driving her fingers hard into her and searching for that inner sweet spot.

  ‘Stay where you are!’ Nicole cried out when Kelly went to move from Waverly’s ass to her cunt once more, ‘Make her gush when you fill her up!’

  ‘Yes, Mistress!’ Kelly cried in desperate delight as her fingers tightened on Waverly’s hips and she started to pound into her.  The sound of slapping flesh and the groans of the two women had Nicole climaxing again.

  ‘Oh – Mistress may I come?’ Waverly suddenly cried out as she felt Kelly’s cock twitch inside her.

  ‘Yesssss,’ Nicole hissed, eyes wide as she watched Kelly grit her teeth and throw her head back.

  ‘Ah – fuck!’ Kelly cried out, her words turning into a drawn-out groan as she came deep in Waverly’s ass.

  ‘Ohhhhh!’ Waverly’s cry was accompanied by the hiss and splash of her gushing juices as she felt the thick cum at first blossoming within her ass and then sliding from her stretched hole to dribble between her soaking cunt lips.

  ‘Did I tell you to stop?’ Nicole asked lazily but managed to put enough force into her voice to have Kelly moving again. 

Waverly whimpered as her ass set about reminding her, with a sudden heated sting, as to how forcefully Kelly had been fucking her.  Even so, she felt the pleasure of it and reared up to feel the penetration as deep as she could.

Nicole slipped her hands behind her head and watched contentedly as her sub was fucked.  ‘Swap …’ she said simply, as if she were suggesting nothing more than a change of seat than a command to see Kelly’s cock sliding deeply into the pussy of the woman she loved.

She watched the deliberate strokes, enjoying the less co-ordinated moves and the way Waverly’s arousal was slow to rise – but rise it did and with the sound of her sighs turning to pants had Kelly’s cock hardening within her.  The feel of her growing arousal enticing Waverly’s inner walls to quiver around the shaft and Kelly hissed as her fuck-sensitive cock reacted in kind.

  ‘I hope you both have more to give me …’ Nicole commented, expression and tone making it clear she cared for only one answer and the pair of them would fuck until such answer was proved. 

After watching the pair rutting for several minutes, Nicole perhaps took pity on them because she reached for the vibrator that had been set on the side of the bed and moved to kneel behind Kelly.  The loud humming dulled as the head was slipped between Kelly’s thighs and then lifted to find the point of union.  Both groaned loudly as they shared the pleasant vibrations.  Kelly as she slid her cock back and forth along it, Waverly as those tremors made her cunt lips flutter but also felt deeper inside where they were carried along Kelly’s shaft.

  ‘Oh,’ Waverly gasped suddenly, sounding both surprised and relieved that her climax ticked in her loins, ‘Mistress – may I come?’

  ‘Oh, I think you can hold off a little longer, perhaps your quivering cunt can help Kelly along … hmmm?’

  ‘Yes … Mistress,’ Waverly gasped and gritted her teeth, fingers fisting the sheet and twisting it tightly as she fought to hold off her climax.  The tremors of tension rippling down her spine sent Kelly driving into her as she sought to honour their mistress’ command.

Soon, the pair were grunting with effort – Waverly with the need to hold back and Kelly with quite the opposite.  The sight of their efforts sent Nicole rolling onto her back to hold the vibrator against her clit and pussy lips, her body arching the instant it touched her soaking flesh. 

Kelly hissed through her teeth, trembling and thrusting hard as the sight of Nicole making herself come sent desire flooding through her.  Grunting, she suddenly pulled free to splatter come across Waverly’s buttocks.  The feel of it had Waverly crying out, her hand reaching back to ply her pussy with trembling fingers which were quickly soaked as she came.

Nicole turned the vibrator off and tossed it aside, motioning to Kelly, ‘Get your maid to draw a bath,’

Nodding, she climbed from the bed and shuffled for the door.

  ‘Come here …’

Nicole’s voice was so soft that it brought tears to Waverly’s eyes as she crawled up the bed and collapsed beside her, head nestled in the crook of her shoulder.  The arm that had been held open in invitation, closed over her to let fingers play idly at her breast.

  ‘Are you okay?’

Waverly sniffed, she couldn’t help it and, not trusting her voice, she nodded against Nicole’s chest.  Nicole twisted slightly so she could look down at Waverly, eyebrow arched in question.  Clearing her throat and managing a smile, Waverly said softly, ‘It’s been wonderful, thank you,’

  ‘Kelly is everything that Aphrodite promised,’

  ‘And more,’ Waverly added with a shudder, ‘It has been quite … intense,’

Nicole smiled, devilish thoughts darkening her eyes, ‘And I’m not done with you yet,’

Kelly returned a few minutes later to lead them to the bathroom.  Having been blindfolded before, Waverly could now fully admire the large, sunken bath – big enough to take the three of them with ease.  With the maid nowhere to be seen, Waverly imagined that it would fall upon her to attend the other two.  But before she could, Kelly had started to clean Nicole with efficient and thorough strokes of a sponge.  Nicole rested back, arms stretched along the sides of the bath, watching the other woman intently as she was worked.

When Nicole gave her a nod, Kelly quickly washed herself and then set the sponge on the side before she climbed from the bath.  Waverly watched her leave, surprised that she had but knowing better than to question her mistress.  When Kelly had closed the door behind her, Waverly turned and reached for the sponge, but Nicole’s fingers closed over it first.

  ‘Let me …’ she said as she moved closed.

Waverly swallowed, nervous with anticipation.  It was quite the honour for a sub to be attended to by their dominant and it made all of the pleasures that had come before hum along her skin to join the delights of Nicole’s cleansing touch.  She stayed silent as she wiped the sweat and sex juices from Waverly’s body with easy strokes of the sponge and a lustful look in her eyes.

When she was done, she climbed from the bath and beckoned Waverly to follow.  Once free of the water she dried her mistress before she was patted dry by return.  Then, naked and with Nicole’s fingers holding her wrist, Waverly was led back to the room that had already housed so many wonderful delights.

Waverly was instantly aware of the way the light had changed.  Gone were the pale, muted shadows.  Replaced with the flickering dance of dozens of candles.  The bedding had been changed once more and now, soft, satin sheets awaited them.  Incense was burning too – a subtle spicy smell that played at her senses, adding to the atmosphere within the room.  An atmosphere that spoke of sexual decadence and desires.

Waverly was led to the bed and made to lay face down upon it.  Her wrists were bound together and fastened above her head.  Her legs spread and ankles tied.  Her head was turned to the right to watch as Nicole moved to the side of the room, returning to approach the bed with a smile and so much more, ‘You can’t have a birthday treat without candles,’ she announced and held one of the two out to Kelly.  It was taken with a respectful nod and slight hardening of her cock laying limp against her thigh.

They knelt either side of the bound slave and took a moment to choose their target.  For Nicole, Waverly’s taut buttocks.  For Kelly, the dip between her shoulder blades.  Waverly hissed in delight as the hot wax hit her skin in both places at once – doubling the pleasurable, hot sting.  Giving her a moment to enjoy the cool, tightening of her flesh, more drips followed and soon her shoulders and buttocks were all but smothered by drying pools of red wax.  At some unseen decision, the two of them moved together to trace lines of wax along her spine, meeting in the middle with groans of appreciation at Waverly’s endurance of it.  Moving past each other, Nicole dribbled wax carefully over the swell of side breast and gasped at the way Waverly whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut.  Kelly moved further down, dripping wax to the back of one thigh and then the other.  More drips were aimed further in and soon, thin lines of red striped her inner thighs.

  ‘Here …’ Nicole commanded as she held her candle out to Kelly.  With her hands free, Nicole grabbed Waverly’s butt cheeks and spread them firmly, nodding the at crevice revealed.  Kelly hesitated, the candles quivering as her hands trembled.  ‘Well?’ Nicole snapped.

  ‘Sorry, mistress,’ Kelly said quickly and tipped both candles, sending twin streams of wax to the sensitive flesh and making Waverly gasp a small cry.

  ‘Mmmmmm,’ Nicole moaned through a smile and took the candles, ‘Roll her over …’

Kelly released Waverly’s ankles and helped her to roll onto her back, the length of rope tethering her wrists to the headboard twisting to accommodate the change.

Once her legs were spread again and ankles secured, Nicole retrieved two new candles and handed one to Kelly, ‘Why don’t you get her ready for you …’

Kelly’s cock was all but hard now and Nicole’s words made it swell even more, even though she seemed unsure.

  ‘Trust me,’ Nicole told her, ‘My slave can take it,’  She waved for Kelly to continue, holding back to watch the wax drip onto Waverly’s sensitive lips.  The sub arched off the bed, gasping loudly and then hissing as more wax fell over that which had started to cool across her flesh.  ‘Get her clit this time,’ Nicole commanded and when she heard Waverly whimper, she held her hand out to make Kelly pause, ‘Do you have a problem with that?’ she demanded.

Waverly shook her head rapidly, ‘No, Mistress, I’m sorry … my body is yours to do with as you please,’

  ‘Good,’ she nodded at Kelly who leant forward to spread the juicy lips between her fingers and poured the collected wax over the sensitive bud.  Waverly cried out, eyes squeezing shut as she suffered the sting and then the delight. 

With eyes closed, she didn’t notice that Nicole had chosen her next target until a blob of hot wax circled her hard nipple.  Her eyes snapped open, and she watched as Nicole held her gaze.  The candle to the other breast and, after a moment to let the wax collect, she poured it over the naked bud, smothering it with shimmering red.

Nicole smiled lustfully and held her hand out to take Kelly’s candle from her, modding at Waverly’s wax smothered pussy.  ‘What are you waiting for?’

Kelly was quick to kneel between Waverly’s legs and to position her cock at her entrance.  She stopped, her cock barely inside Waverly when Nicole commanded her to halt.

  ‘You hesitated earlier … twice …’ Nicole told her as she moved to kneel beside them.

  ‘I am sorry, I am not used to – ’

  ‘Shut up!’ Nicole snapped and moved one of the candles forward to dribble wax along Kelly’s sensitive shaft.  Her head fell back as she hissed in pain but didn’t move away as Nicole brought the other candle forward and dribbled yet more wax over her, ensuring that some of it splashed onto Waverly’s sensitive opening.  The sound that Waverly made was a delight to Nicole’s dominant ears and she moved until she was sitting astride the sub’s mouth.  ‘Fuck her now – hard and deep!’ Nicole commanded as she dropped her cunt onto Waverly’s waiting lips, ‘But if either of you come before me …’  She didn’t finish the sentence but let the candles speak for her as she dripped great globules of it onto Waverly’s chest.

More wax followed, sent in random lines across Waverly’s torso as she was rocked beneath Kelly’s forceful fucking.  With her hands tied above her, she had only her mouth with which to pleasure her mistress – well, her mouth and her wax covered breasts that were clearly arousing the woman almost as much.  Although, no doubt the sight of Kelly slamming into her sub was a contributing factor to her wetness as well.

When Nicole came, it was with a gush of juice that Waverly slurped and swallowed as best she could, her tongue searching for her clit to tease out every drop of pleasure she could. 

  ‘Stop,’ Nicole commanded breathlessly, her tone and features revealing that her climax had done little to alleviate her arousal.  ‘Go and get it,’ she said to Kelly who bowed her head and slipped from within the sub and then from the bed.

While she went to get whatever it was, Nicole released Waverly’s ankles and wrists from the bed, keeping wrists bound.

  ‘Kneel,’ Nicole told her, eyes roving over the flakes of dried wax. 

She did as commanded, noticing that Kelly had returned to the bed and was carrying a thick, strap-on dildo.  The harness was fitted easily around Waverly’s hips and Nicole lay back, spreading her thighs and ordering Waverly to her.  Her grunt of approval was loud as the phallus penetrated her and held deep as Kelly positioned herself behind.  Her cock sank in, forcing Waverly harder and deeper into Nicole who lifted her knees to spread herself wide.  ‘Fuck!  Yes!’ she cried out, hands slapping against Waverly’s buttocks to hold her as Kelly withdrew and then plunged back in.  Waverly tossed her head as she was penetrated so perfectly that she almost succumbed immediately.  ‘Do it!’ Nicole shouted, ‘Make her come!’

Kelly redoubled her efforts, rutting into her with just one goal in mind – to make them both come beneath her attentions.

  ‘Yes! Yes!’ Nicole cried suddenly as Waverly screamed in delight, ‘Oh – I am going to watch my sub fuck your ass with this thing!  Aaahhhhh!’

Waverly’s climax hit without warning, her cries and rush of juice bringing Nicole to her inevitable end soon after.

After giving Waverly a few moments to regain her breath, she made Kelly turn around and present her ass to the dripping phallus.  It wouldn’t be long before Kelly’s cries echoed around the room as Waverly did what she could to return some of the pleasure given her.  And even though she knew that she could only return the tiniest amount by comparison, that was still given with deliberate, penetrating thrusts that spoke clearly of her intent.

Nicole chuckled softly, reading her submissive’s actions as well as ever, ‘I hope you intended to thank me for today with the same … gusto …’

Waverly looked over and smiled, half twisting to dip beneath and cup Kelly’s balls, squeezing and caressing the smooth heat.  ‘I will make my Mistress as grateful as I am for all that has happened today,’

Nicole smiled back, shifting at the cramp that the words of promise speared pleasantly through her abdomen.  Thoughts of the upcoming Sub-Night made her respond, ‘And then I shall prepare you for what is to come,’

The sharing of her mistress’ thoughts drove Waverly hard into Kelly, her fingers closing over her hips to push her away as she withdrew and then pull her back, hard, onto the invading phallus.  She didn’t pause in her fucking but rather used her thrusting to underscore the oath in her words, ‘I will be ready, Mistress,’