Tigers and Bears, Oh My!

Title: Tigers and Bears, Oh My!

Author: Euryleia Rider

Contact: euryleia_at_hotmail.com

Codes: F/f, D/s, job, humiliation, reluctant

Copyright 2008

Chapter Four – Thanksgiving

The ringing phone woke Sue up on Thursday morning. “Yes,” she rasped into the phone.

“Good morning, slave.”

Sue sat up. “Mistress!”

“Remember that I want to see your sub after I arrive at noon. Have her come over by 12:30.”

“But…”

“But what?”

“What if she won’t come?”

“Get her over there. I don’t care what you have to do. You will be severely punished if I am failed in anyway.”

Sue hung up the phone and chewed on her lip. Since the last beating, Tricia had not returned her calls. Sue herself hadn’t called since the Saturday when she knew that she had lost the wager.  With a sigh, she resigned herself to pleading for Tricia to get her to come over.

Since she was already up, she spent the rest of the day cleaning the house. She had no idea what Gwen had planned but she did not want to give her owner any ammunition against her. She had just gotten out of the shower when she heard a car in her driveway.

Glancing at the clock on her nightstand, she gasped at the time. Pulling on her shirt and slacks, for the first time she was thankful that she did not have to worry about underwear.

Gwen knocked on the door. When an out of breath Sue pulled it open, she pointed over her shoulder. “There are two bags in the trunk. Bring them in,” she said as she brushed past Sue.

Sue was shocked at being so easily ordered about. Glancing at Gwen’s shapely backside as she continued into the house, she snapped shut her mouth and went to fetch the bags. It was bad enough that she was forced to be a slave, she was not going to give Gwen the satisfaction of punishing her for disobedience, too.

“Bring me a glass of iced tea.”

“I don’t have any made.” Sue paused. “Mistress.”

“Then, go make some. Hurry back because we’ve got a bit to discuss before your sub gets here.”

Gwen relaxed on the couch.  She admired the sturdy little coffee table and thought about ways to use it on her newest acquisition. Glancing up, she shook her head at the sight of Sue approaching with a glass in her hand.

“Stop. Don’t just bring me the glass. I don’t want your sweaty fingerprints on a glass I’ll be putting to my lips. Go back and put it on a serving tray with a spoon and cut lemon and a choice of sweeteners. Drop to your knees beside me and hold the tray still while I sip.”

Blushing at the reprimand, Sue hurried to obey. She had to look around to find a tray in her kitchen. Her hands were shaking when she finally got everything set up and she was biting her lip as she sank to her knees and held the tray up for Gwen to easily reach.

“Now, here is what you are to do and say when your sub gets here.” Gwen lowered her voice and laid out her plan.

“Why are you doing this?” Sue whined.

“Because you’re a poser and you need to reveal the truth of yourself to everyone. You are only a slave. You’ll never be more or better and the sooner you accept that, the quicker you’ll be happier.”

“I’m just a slave for the weekend.”

The tray shook and Gwen shook her head. “Be honest with yourself. You’re loving the idea of being owned.”

“No, I’m just marking time until Sunday when things are going back to normal.”

“You and I both know that you’re not getting that genie back in the bottle.”

“I’m not a slave.”

Gwen grinned. “You say that now but I am willing to make you another wager. I bet that you will beg to be my slave permanently by Sunday.”

“No way.”

“Address me properly, slave.”

“Mistress, I won’t do that.”

“Want to bet?” Gwen shifted to get even more comfortable on the couch. “If I win, you’ll get a piercing at my direction.”

“If I win? I mean, what about if I win, Mistress?”

“Highly unlikely but I’ll agree to be your slave for the equivalent time of this wager.”

“Four days?”

“Yes, slave and it looks like I will have to beat you to get you to remember how a slave is to address her owner.”

Sue dropped her head. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

The doorbell rang and Sue twitched and nearly spilled the glass.

“Clumsy, slave. Put the tray down on the table and let our guest in.”

Moving as slowly as she could, Sue obeyed and went to open the door.

“Sorry but I mailed back the keys.”

“That is all right. Won’t you please come in?” Sue asked politely.

When Tricia paused to disrobe, Sue shook her head. “No, you should keep your clothes on. Come into the living room, please.”

Tricia looked at her with concern. She had debated coming at all but Sue had begged so nicely on the phone for her come over. Now, Sue was saying please. Things were very strange.

She led the way into the living room and stopped when she saw the other woman lounging on the couch. Tricia glanced back at Sue and was surprised to see standing with her head bowed.  “Um, I don’t do groups,” she said, regretfully. The woman on the couch was hot.

“Oh, don’t worry. I think you’ll enjoy this.” Gwen looked pointedly at Sue. “Don’t you have something to say?”

“Tricia, I would like to apologize for my actions toward you. I am sorry for abusing you and leading you on. I am not qualified to be a Top and I would like to go down on you as a small token of my regret.”

Tricia looked shocked at her former Domme. “What?”

“She might believe you really meant it if you were on your knees and kissing her feet,” offered Gwen, as she sipped from her glass of tea.

Sue hated how her nipples seemed to get even more erect when she obeyed the implicit order. As she lowered her face to kiss Tricia’s feet, she mumbled, “Please, Tricia, let me use my mouth to bring you pleasure.”

“What is going on? Is this some kind of a joke?”

Sue looked at Gwen but she was no help. Sighing, she sat back on her heels and said, “I lost my freedom in a wager with Mistress Gwen. As my first act of slavery, I must relinquish my own sub and make amends for my presumption of thinking I could be a Domme.”

“I’m not sure about this.”

“Please,” Sue pleaded. She stared up into Tricia’s eyes. “I beg you to let me please you.”

“Why should I? You really hurt me the last time and now you’re pulling this shit?”

“Tell her why.”

Sighing, Sue confessed. “If I don’t, she will whip me.”

“So?”

“Please let me use my mouth on you. I promise to make it good for you.”

“What if you don’t?”

“Uh.” Sue thought furiously, “If I don’t pleasure you satisfactorily, my Mistress can whip me for failing you. Please let me pleasure you.” Sue was wringing her hands together. She never knew how hard it would be to convince Tricia to allow her to lick her to orgasm.

Tricia looked at Gwen. “No tricks, now.”

“No tricks. You can sit in that chair over there and she’ll do her best to please you.”

“I guess.” Tricia walked to the chair and pulled her skirt up her thighs and sat down on the chair. She grinned when Sue stayed on her knees for the short trip over to her side.

Tricia moaned at the first touch of Sue’s lips on her mound. In their entire relationship, she had never felt Sue’s mouth on anything but her lips. She thought about Sue getting a beating if she didn’t satisfy her and she suppressed any other noise she might have made.

Working furiously, Sue tried to finish as quickly as possible. She knew by the tensing of her legs that Tricia was getting close but her former sub gave her no indication of how she was doing. Finally, she was rewarded with a flood of moisture.

Leaning back, she look up into Tricia’s narrowed eyes and her heart fluttered in fear.

“Well, how was it?” asked Gwen.

“I’ve had better,” Tricia said snidely.  After a pause, she added, “From men.”

“Hear that, slave? You’re a pretty sorry excuse for a lesbian who couldn’t even satisfy a sub. We’ll have to work on your oral skills.” Gwen sipped from her drink. She studied Tricia. The young woman was pretty enough but not to her tastes. She waved her hand. “Thank you for coming over, Tricia. I’m sure you can see yourself out.”

Tricia looked back and forth between the two women. One exuded power from her casual pose on the couch. The other was the picture of remorse. “Are you really going to whip her?”

“Before this weekend is over, she’ll have many tastes of my lash. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that she regrets not being able to use her mouth properly.”

Tricia smiled and walked to the door. She had planned on ending her arrangement with Sue anyway. Now, that she had seen her true subbie nature, she thought she understood better why the woman had been such an uneven Dominant.

Gwen slowly finished her glass. She was very excited at the way the afternoon was shaping up. Sue was coming close to her breaking point and they had not really done anything. Getting her former sub to critique her oral skills was just an added bonus.

“Strip.”

Obeying, Sue dropped her clothes to the floor.

Sue listened to the sounds of Gwen moving around behind her. She heard her zip open a bag and take out several things and place them on the coffee table. She flinched at the ominous snap of a latex glove.

“I expect my slaves to be a little neater.”

Sue swallowed and reached down to fold the clothes she had removed and set them in a nice pile.

Gwen stepped up beside her and handed her a bottle of lubricant.

Quizzically, Sue glanced at down at the container and then over at her.

With a grin, Gwen extended the first two fingers of her right hand. “Pour out some lube, slave,” she demanded.

Squirting some onto Gwen’s fingers, Sue tried to hand the bottle back.

“No, we might be needing more soon. Face the coffee table and put it down in front of you. Now, put your palms flat on the table and spread your legs out. Stay like that. You’re in the perfect position.”

Sue felt the warmth of one hand on the small of her back and the coolness of the lube coated other hand worming its way between her butt cheeks. She tried not jerk away.

“Just relax. I have to inspect my slave inside and out,’” Gwen told her.  She probed Sue’s ass with a finger. Slowly moving the digit in and out, she asked, “This feels really tight. Have you had anything up here before?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Well, you will soon. I like fucking my slave girls in the ass.”

Switching hands, Gwen probed Sue’s cunt. “My, my. I sure don’t need any more lube. You are leaking like a faucet.”

Sue blushed from her head to her toes. She wiggled a little but that felt almost too good, with three of Gwen’s fingers working inside her. Sue gasped when Gwen rotated her hand and dragged her fingers over her ‘G’ spot.

“Your body is speaking the truth. You were born to this. You are a slave to your desires for submission and humiliation. You should be damn grateful to me for showing you the perfect path to satisfaction.”

Sue felt violated by the fingers moving around inside her. At the same time, they felt so good that she didn’t want Gwen to stop.

When Sue did not respond, Gwen lifted her probing hand and forced Sue to her toes. “What do you say when someone had done something special for you?”

“Thank…thank you, Mistress.”

Pulling her fingers free, Gwen reached down and fondled Sue’s clit. “Someone is eager to come, aren’t they?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Sue’s voice was breathy.

“I bet you would give anything to have an orgasm right now, wouldn’t you?”

Sue bit her lip.

“You know, you don’t have wait until Sunday to beg me to be my slave. I promise that if you beg me now, I would let you come.”

Sue shook her head.

“Your choice. I’m almost glad that you chose not to because it wouldn’t be right for me to let you come yet. Tell me why?”

Sue was having a hard time speaking as Gwen was still moving her hand around her pussy. Occasionally, Gwen would let a finger brush over her erect clit.

Gwen tapped her clit twice with her fingernail. “Answer me.”

“I don’t know, Mistress.”

“Sure you do. Why shouldn’t my slave come now?”

“I don’t deserve it?”

“Close. It wouldn’t be right for you to climax before your owner. Your Mistress’s pleasure comes before your own. Repeat that.”

“My Mistress’ pleasure comes before my own.”

Gwen stroked her faster. “Again.”

“My Mistress’ pleasure comes before my own.”

“Correct. You should keep repeating that to yourself, now and through the weekend. It is the correct answer to most everything. You will find that remembering your new mantra will make things so much easier. Say it again.”

“My Mistress’ pleasure comes before my own.” Sue was panting and thrusting her butt up. She wanted so much to come. “My Mistress’ pleasure comes before my own,” she cried without prompting.

Gwen grinned and watched Sue dance on the end of her fingers. She knew that Sue was getting quite close to coming without permission. “If you climax now, I will be very disappointed.”

“You’re making me,” Sue wailed.

“Bullshit. That’s your subbie nature speaking. If you were really a Top, you wouldn’t be feeling like this—ready to climax as another woman has you bent over in your own living room, being inspected like a piece of meat. Would you?”

“No, Mistress.”

“What are you, then?”

“I…I…”

“You’re a slave. Say it.”

“I…I…”

“Say it,” Gwen ordered as she pulled her hand away and pulled Sue upright before spinning her around. She glared into the lust filled eyes and asked again, “Say it.”

“I’m a…I’m a slave,” whispered Sue, closing her eyes to shut out the truth.

“Excellent progress, slave.” Gwen continued her inspection by forcing open Sue’s mouth and running the fingers of both hands over her teeth and tongue.

Sue tried not to gag at the mixture of tastes from her ass, lube and pussy juice.  The latex felt odd against her skin as Gwen groped her. She flushed as Gwen stuck a finger in her ear and then grabbed her ear lobe to peer inside.

Grazing just the tips of her fingers along Sue’s sensitive neck, Gwen continued to catalog her new slaves responses to her touch. She massaged Sue’s shoulders and then moved her hands to Sue’s breasts.

She tried to heft them in her hands but they were too small. Instead, she lifted them by pinching the nipples.

Sue moaned and raised herself up on her tiptoes to relieve the pressure.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen such small titties on a grown woman. You look just like a little girl.” Gwen dropped one tit and reached down to pull on Sue’s pubic hair. “You don’t deserve to have this hair down here, since you are such a baby. After you fix me dinner, while I’m eating, I want you to shave it all off.”

Sue wanted to argue. She wanted to fight to keep her cunt covered. But she said nothing as the throbbing between her legs intensified when Gwen gave her the order. Sue knew she would obey and that it would feel good for having done so.

Sue was kept nude while she fixed Gwen an early dinner and then went into the bathroom to shave. Going back downstairs with her newly bald snatch was one of the hardest things Sue had ever done.

Gwen was not satisfied with just a look. Shaking her head, she said, “Open yourself up. I need to see what sort of job you did.”

Holding herself open, Sue tried not to moan when Gwen ran a finger over her supersensitive skin.

“Turn around.”

Gwen made her bend over and pull apart her butt cheeks.

“You missed some. Go back and try again.”

Sue was nearly crying when she reached the bathroom and had to sop up her juices before she could use the razor.  After she finished, she sat looking into the mirror and touching herself.

“Ahem.” Gwen was standing in the doorway and was glaring at her. “God, you have no control whatsoever.”

Sue felt like a little child after getting caught by her mother.  “I’m sorry, Mistress,” she said as she blushed and stood up.

“Go and change the sheets from the master bed,” ordered Gwen. “I’ll be sleeping there tonight and I want clean bedding.” She followed the naked woman to the bedroom. “You’ve got a guest room, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Strip that bed to the mattress.”

Gwen followed her into the guest room and watched Sue with narrowed eyes. She considered pushing things further that evening. Instead, she decided that Sue needed time to reflect on her new life.

Sue nervously finished her task and looked over at the silent woman. The look in Gwen’s eyes scared her and she trembled as Gwen approached her.

Gwen pulled Sue into a tight embrace. Placing a thigh between Sue’s legs, Gwen slid her hands behind her and pulled Sue hard against her. She bent her head and moved her lips to Sue’s ear and sucked and nibbled her earlobe.

Sue whimpered at the feel of Gwen’s hot mouth against her ear. Instinctively, she slid her arms around Gwen and tried to pull her closer.

Breaking away from kissing her ear, Gwen shook her head as she removed Sue’s hands from her waist. “You don’t deserve to touch me, slave,” she whispered. Gwen leaned close and kissed the delicate ear and smiled at the shiver that passed through Sue’s body. “Slaves don’t touch their owners unless given express permission.”

The breath warm against her ear, Sue moved her hands away reluctantly. To be denied to touch the beautiful body wrapped around hers was a torture in itself.

Continuing to stroke Sue, Gwen backed her slave up against the bare mattress. She pushed Sue so that her ass rested on the edge. Stepping between her legs, Gwen kissed her hard on the lips before trailing her kisses along Sue’s jaw and down her neck and chest until she reached her nipple. She smiled at Sue’s sharp intake of breath and low moan as she took Sue’s nipple into her mouth, nibbling on it gently.

As if that was a sign, Gwen straightened back up. She pulled four leather straps out of her back pocket and smiled down at the highly aroused woman.  “Lay back and give me your hands.”

More quickly than she thought possible, Sue was secured to the bed. Gwen flipped off the light as she left. Sue’s entire body burned but, tied spread-eagled on the bed, she had no way to relieve the need that was the sole focus of her mind.