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Title: Tigers and Bears, Oh My!
Author: Euryleia Rider
Contact: euryleia_at_hotmail.com
Codes: F/f, D/s, job, humiliation, reluctant
Copyright 2008
Sue was plagued by highly erotic dreams all night. Every time she would try to move her arms down or squeeze her legs together, her bonds foiled her attempt at self-gratification. Eventually, she fell into a deep sleep from which she was startled awake when Gwen removed the straps that held her to the bed.
Gwen was freshly showered and dressed in a comfortable looking skirt and a clingy blouse. Peering closely, Sue thought she might be able to see the shape of Gwen’s bra. She heard a cough and she quickly raised her eyes to see Gwen shaking her head.
“Good morning, slave.”
“Good morning, Mistress.”
“Go into the bathroom near the kitchen and do your business and clean yourself. Join me in the kitchen when you’re ready.”
“There isn’t a shower or tub in that bathroom, Mistress.”
“I’m aware of that. Slaves don’t get the luxury of a shower, unless they are permitted to clean their owner. They aren’t permitted to let themselves get filthy either. I’m sure you will find a way.”
Sue sighed and turned to go.
Gwen said, “No. That is not acceptable. Naked slave girls scurry to obey. I want you up on your toes with your hands held up at your tit level. Take short, quick steps. The only time you don’t scurry is if you are carrying something heavy, breakable or would cause a mess if a clumsy slave dropped it.”
Her face burning in shame, Sue scurried to the restroom. She felt foolish as she used the washcloth to wipe herself down. It felt good to rub the scratchy cloth between her legs but she was scared to do more than just clean.
When she was finished, she started to walk down the hall only to turn at a slight noise to see Gwen standing at the other end.
“What did I tell you about moving, slave?”
“I am supposed to scurry, Mistress.”
“Then, why aren’t you? Slaves don’t just obey when they are being watched, they obey all the time.” Gwen walked to the front door. “Since you obviously need a lesson, I want you to fetch the paper.”
Sue gulped. It was still early but there was a good chance that her neighbors would see her running naked across her lawn. She dashed to the paper and back only to be brought up when she saw Gwen standing in front of the door with her arms crossed.
“Stupid, slave. Sprinting is not scurrying. Now, go to the end of your driveway at a proper scurry and then back.”
Sue scurried with the paper held up between her small breasts. The morning chill and her unavoidable arousal made them form hard little points.
“Better.” Gwen opened the door and slapped her ass as she walked by. “Now, go make me breakfast.”
Sitting down at the table, Gwen read the paper. She mused about her days plan. She wanted to fuck Sue in every room of her house. She wanted the memory of Sue’s capitulation on every surface. She thought that she would start with the kitchen.
She enjoyed the well-cooked omelet and then sent Sue into the kitchen to clean the dishes. After a few minutes, Gwen entered the bright room. Sue was elbow deep in suds and had her back to the door.
Gwen stepped up behind her and slid her hand between Sue’s legs. “Spread your legs wider apart,” she ordered.
Sue obeyed and dropped the plate she was washing into the sink at the first contact of Gwen’s fingers with her clit. She was so ready to come. It had been four days since her last orgasm and, in seconds, she was panting. She leaned over and clutched the counter.
“Did I say you could stop cleaning?”
Struggling to focus on the dishes and not on the wonderful sensations between her legs, Sue was close to weeping in frustration. Her hands were shaking as she wiped the plate and she moaned when Gwen thrust two fingers into her cunt.
“God damn, girl, you are actually dripping. Look at the mess you’ve made of the floor,” Gwen said, taking a step back and pointing downward. “Clean that up.”
Sue squeezed out the rag but stopped at the harsh laugh.
“No, slave. Clean it up with your tongue.”
Sue went down to her hands and knees and put her face to the floor. At the first touch of her tongue to the floor tiles, she moaned. She could not believe how depraved she was acting.
Gwen stepped up to her and fluttered her fingers over Sue’s clit. “I can’t believe how wet you are.”
“Mistress, please.”
“Do you know why you’re sopping wet?”
“I don’t know, Mistress.”
“I think you do.” She laughed. “I think that you know that you’ve found your role in life, haven’t you?”
Gwen did not really expect for Sue to answer. Having her say it out loud wasn’t necessary yet. She did need for Sue to lose control, though, so she moved her fingers expertly through the slick folds.
Sue continued to lick at the floor, ashamed and excited. She was panting and moaning. The sensations were building and she could feel herself cresting. With a shriek, she came.
“You do realize that you will have to be punished for doing that, don’t you?” Gwen asked, as she stood up and wiped her fingers on the dishrag.
“You made me.”
“You’re such a slut. How you ever thought you could dominate someone when you have no self discipline is beyond me.” Gwen reached onto the counter and pulled a wooden spoon out of a jar.
Kneeling beside Sue, Gwen put her hand on the back of Sue’s neck and forced her to kiss the floor again. “You remember your mantra don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Say it.”
“My Mistress’ pleasure comes before my own.”
“You failed to follow it, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You know what you must do, don’t you?” Gwen tapped her ass lightly with the spoon.
Sue knew what Gwen wanted. Through her tears, she managed to say, “Please, Mistress. Punish your slave.”
“I will. While I spank you, I want you to repeat your mantra.”
After fifty strikes with the spoon, Sue’s ass was a ruddy red and her voice was hoarse from the repetition of the phrase.
Gwen stood up and tossed the spoon into the sink. “Clean up in here and meet me in the living room. Don’t touch your ass and don’t dawdle. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Sue scurried into the living room when she finished putting away the final dish. She stood in front of the couch until Gwen looked up from her magazine.
“I want you to bring me all of your sex toys and everything you have ever used to get off on. You need to practice your scurrying, so fetch one item at a time and set them on the coffee table.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Sue left the room on her toes to obey. She went directly to her bedroom and pulled out the handcuffs. Turning, she made the first of many trips into the living room. By the time she placed the belt on the coffee table her calves hurt.
She fidgeted for a few moments while Gwen flipped through the channels on her television. She watched Gwen toss the remote onto the cushions beside her and sat up.
Gwen looked over the pile. She pushed aside the blindfold and peered at the selection of vibrators. She shook her head. There was something missing. “You have a strap on, don’t you?” Without waiting for an answer, she ordered. “Go get it.”
Sue hesitated for a moment until Gwen raised a single eyebrow. Dropping her head, she scurried to her bedroom and returned. With a sigh, she held it out in both hands as an offering.
“So, that’s your cock?”
Gritting her teeth, Sue nodded. “Yes, Mistress.”
“It’s almost as small as your tits.”
Sue flushed angrily.
“So, what part of bring me everything doesn’t include this?” Again, she didn’t wait for an answer. “I think you need to have a little lesson in submission.”
Sue glanced up quickly and then dropped her head at the look in Gwen’s eyes.
“First off, you need to undress me.” When Sue took a step forward, Gwen raised a hand. “Considering all the problems you’ve had with simple tasks, I’ll give you easy to follow directions. Get on your knees.”
Sue hastened to obey.
“Starting at my feet, you are to remove all my clothes. Before you start, place a kiss on the item you are removing. When the item is off, you will fold it neatly and place it appropriately. Kiss the area revealed and move to the next item.”
Crawling over, Sue held herself over Gwen’s black pumps. She hesitated. This would be the biggest step of her nascent slavery. She knew that after she removed Gwen’s clothes that she would be expected to serve Gwen sexually. Once she did that, there would be no going back.
But she had also spent the past several nights thinking about just what she would do when the opportunity presented itself. She had already come from the touch of Gwen’s fingers. Glancing up, she saw that Gwen had put her hands on her hips and was smirking down at her.
She swallowed and lowered her puckered lips to the right shoe. Sue placed a kiss on the matte leather finish and gently worked the shoe off. She repeated her action with the other one and set them next to the couch. Bending down, she kissed Gwen’s stocking clad feet.
“Well done, little slave. Now, you may remove my skirt. You may place the kiss above my mound.”
Slowly but surely, Sue revealed the glorious body of her Mistress. The first touch of her lips on Gwen’s skin was wonderful and she was sorely tempted to put out her tongue for a taste but she held back.
When the last article had been folded and set aside, Sue found herself staring at Gwen’s pedicured feet. She was startled when the straps of her strap-on interrupted her contemplation of the emerald polish adorning Gwen’s toes.
“Put it on me.” Gwen ordered.
Sue shook out the straps of the harness. The dildo itself was slightly curved, pink colored replica made of silicone. With slightly trembling fingers, she eased the straps up Gwen’s long legs and put it into place. She leaned back once it stood out jauntily from Gwen’s loins.
“I’ll bet you had your subbie suck it before you used it on her.”
Sue nodded.
“Show me.”
Sue leaned forward and took the hard silicone between her lips. The oval of her mouth slid back and forth and, soon, the object of her attention was shiny with her saliva.
“That’s enough. Drop down onto your elbows and knees. Put your forehead onto the carpet. I’m going to take you from behind.”
Gwen grasped Sue’s hips and gently stroked the tip of the dildo up and down the length of her slit several times. As she felt Sue relax, she it eased the dildo in just the slightest bit. She rotated her hips and pulled back out.
The teasing at her opening made Sue squirm with anticipation. She wondered what Gwen was waiting for.
“Ask me.”
“What?”
“Ask me for what you want.”
“Please, Mistress.” Sue whispered.
“Please what?”
“Please make love to me.”
“Slaves get fucked, they don’t get to make love. Ask me properly.”
“Please, Mistress. Fuck me,” Sue whispered.
“Louder.”
Sue shouted, “Please, fuck your slave, Mistress!”
That time the request was clear and urgent enough to satisfy Gwen. She pushed forward slowly until she was fully inside, enjoying Sue’s drawn out groan. “That’s it. Relax your cunt around your new owner’s dick,” Gwen whispered huskily in Sue’s ear.
“You…you don’t own me,” Sue stuttered,
“This weekend, I do so own you,” Gwen replied. “I won you, and now, for the next three days, you are mine and I can do anything I want to you.” She began thrusting in and out, very slowly, until Sue began to moan.
“Right now, my little slave, I really, really want to fuck you.” Gwen began lightly slapping Sue’s small tits with every thrust.
She grinned evilly as she felt Sue began pushing back to meet her. Gwen leaned over Sue’s back and whispered into her ear.
“You like it don’t you?”
“Oh, god.” Sue shook her head, trying to deny what her body was feeling.
“Answer me. You like what I’m doing to you?”
Sue shook her head again.
“If you don’t answer me, I’m going to stop.” Gwen withdrew all but the last inch of the dildo. When Sue tried to move back, Gwen pushed back on her hips.
“Yes.” Her answer was panted out between moans of pleasure.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Mistress. I like you fucking me.”
“What am I fucking you with?” When Sue did not answer right away, Gwen jabbed the cock forward sharply.
“Uh…my dick. You’re fucking me with my cock.”
“You don’t deserve to wear a cock, do you?”
“No, Mistress.”
“So, this is my dick, thrusting into my slave, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Mistress. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me with your dick.”
“Say it right.”
“Please fuck your slave with your dick, Mistress.”
“You are quite the bitch now, aren’t you?”
When there was no reply Gwen spanked her ass. “Answer me.”
“Yes.”
“Whose bitch?”
“Yours, Mistress. I’m your bitch.”
Satisfied, Gwen reached down and began rubbing Sue’s clit as she continued to spank and thrust. The friction from the base of the dildo began exciting Gwen as well and she rocked harder and faster, panting with her efforts.
Gwen reached up and grabbed hold of Sue’s hair and pulled back. She forced Sue to look at herself in the mirror that was affixed to the far wall.
The sight of having her own dildo being used on her, of being reduced to such desperate need that she would beg was enough to send her over the edge.
The two of them climaxed together. Sue’ arms trembled and she moaned when Gwen withdrew the cock from her throbbing core. She felt so empty with it gone.
“My, my. What is it about your Mistress’ pleasure coming before your own do you not understand?”
Sue whimpered as satiated feelings from her climax came roaring back with Gwen’s question. There was also a healthy dose of fear in what she was feeling. Her ass still ached from the wooden spoon. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“No but you’re going to be. Turn around and clean me while I think about how to make you remember the core concept of slavery.”
Obeying, Sue swiped her tongue across the head of the dildo and then opened her mouth. She tasted herself on the silicone and wanted more. She longed to taste Gwen but knew that she first had to endure this.
Gwen watched Sue clean off the first few inches. Growing impatient, she began to pump her hips, driving the dildo deeper into Sue’s mouth.
After a deep thrust, Sue gagged and choked.
“With such a shallow gag reflex it is no wonder you purchased such a small cock,” Gwen said snidely. “You’ll need to get good at this, as I’ll be fucking your face with a normal sized dildo soon.”
Sue increased her efforts to relax her throat and neck. She wanted to show Gwen that she could be obedient. Maybe if she did a good job, Gwen would show mercy to her.
“Good. You’re taking it like a slut.” Gwen was really enjoying having Sue on her knees, servicing her new girlcock. She stared down at the eagerness with which her coworker was taking the face fucking.
Sue could not help but to bask in the first compliment that Gwen had paid her. She knew from experience that each thrust into her mouth made the base of the dildo rub against Gwen’s clit.
“Oh, yeah,” Gwen muttered. She locked her knees and held her breath through her orgasm. She gave no other sign of pleasure. When she pushed Sue’s head back, she smirked. “Not bad. Maybe you should have been sucking cocks instead of pussy’s all this time. I know I haven’t tried your skills yet but, according to your sub, your oral skills are a little lacking.”
Grinding her teeth in fury, Sue struggled not to argue. She wanted to defend herself but knew that she was in enough trouble for her climax.
Stretching, Gwen walked over and sat down on the couch. “Okay. I want you to clean off this table. Put all the vibrators and dildos up on the mantelpiece and the rest of the stuff, except for the belt, onto the end tables.”
Sue scurried to obey.
“Now, move that chair to the other side of the room.”
Huffing, Sue pushed and shoved to walk the heavy lounge chair out of the corner. When she set it in place, she turned to see Gwen taking the picture down off the wall. On the hook she hung the belt by its buckle.
“Come over here and get on your knees. Move closer to the wall. Closer. Now lean forward until your nose touches the leather. Stay like that until I tell you otherwise.”
In moments Sue could feel the burn of the muscles in her back, butt and thighs from the awkward position. She was going cross-eyed from her face being so close to the belt. She tried to clear her mind.
She could hear Gwen moving around for a bit. Sue couldn’t identify what she was doing but, soon enough, she heard Gwen settling down on the couch. As much as she strained her ears, she couldn’t hear anything else.
For innumerable long minutes, Sue knelt in the corner. The position was uncomfortable and there was a burn in the muscles in her thighs and back. She slowly leaned forward more so that her forehead was leaning on the wall.
“Don’t think that I’m not aware that you keep moving out of position.”
Sue stiffened at the mild tone and resumed her original position. Soon, it became unbearable again. She slouched down some and jerked when Gwen reprimanded her again.
“I’m sorry, Mistress. This is just so hard.”
“It is hard because you failed your primary duty to me.”
Sue was tired of staring at the belt. She was also growing desperate for Gwen to talk to her or touch her; to do anything to acknowledge that she existed. Most of all, she realized that she was very sorry for disappointing Gwen.
“Please, Mistress. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry isn’t good enough. You need to be punished.”
Sue tried to roll her shoulders and flex her legs without moving. Her body was trembling from trying to keep the pose. “I’ll take the punishment. Please, let me move, Mistress.”
“I haven’t decided what I should do to you.” Gwen paused, “Do you have a suggestion?”
“Anything you wish, Mistress.”
“Anything? How about I whip you?”
“Please, Mistress. My butt is so sore.”
“I could whip you somewhere else.”
“Mistress?”
“Why don’t you ask me to whip your tits and cunt?”
“Mistress?” Sue could not believe what she had heard.
“I expect my slaves to be obedient and respectful. Your failure to put me first will not be allowed to continue. I want you to beg me to whip your tits and cunt with that belt until I am satisfied that you are truly remorseful.”
Sue felt a tightening of her gut. She hated her current position and wanted out of it. She did not want a whipping though, especially on one her happy places. Sue could hardly believe that she was actually considering begging for the beating.
After another few moments of increasing pain from her muscles, Sue licked her lips. She said, “Mistress, I beg you please whip me. I’m truly sorry for failing you. Whip me on my b…breasts and pussy.”
“You call that begging? You’re not really very good at that either, are you? You’ll have to do better if you want me to believe you.”
“Please, I beg you to beat your slave.” Sue was nearly in tears. “Mistress, I am so sorry.”
“Come here, slave. Crawl on your belly to me.”
Dragging herself across the rough carpet, Sue’s skin became hypersensitive. Her nipples were even more erect from the friction of her passage.
“Lay down over this table on your back.” Gwen walked to the corner and pulled down the belt. Folding it over, she snapped it a few times. “I’m not going to tie you down. You better not move.”
Reluctantly, Sue got into the required position. She watched Gwen approach and lift her arm. Sue closed her eyes tightly and braced for the impact.
“You know, it hurts worse when you tense,” Gwen said softly. “Show me that you can take a beating like a good slave and this will be the last final task of the day.”
Swallowing hard at the lump that formed in her throat at the sudden and unexpected kindness, Sue nodded. She tried to keep her muscles loose.
SMACK!
The first crack of the belt across her breasts was agonizing. Sue grabbed at the legs of the coffee table to keep her hands from protecting her now throbbing tits. Catching her breath, she whispered, “One. Thank you, Mistress.”
Gwen smiled. She was impressed at how quickly Sue was falling into the proper patterns of respect. It just confirmed to her that Sue was a natural slave. She raised her arm and began to rain blows down.
She would let the middle of the belt hit sometimes and other times just the tip. Gwen enjoyed how Sue’s voice would change depending on where and how she struck. When Sue’s breasts were a mottled red, she moved down to stand at the end of the coffee table.
“My goodness, Sue, you are just dripping. I never would have guessed that you were a pain slut.”
“I’m not.”
Gwen dragged the belt up Sue’s pussy and then held the slick leather to her lips. “Look at that. That, my dear slave, is the sign of someone highly aroused.”
Shaking her head, Sue bit her lip. She did not know why she was so wet. The whole situation should have her as dry as the Gobi dessert. She tried to tell herself that it didn’t mean anything for her body to be responding like this. It didn’t have to mean that she was enjoying herself.
While she was thinking, Gwen brought the belt down sharply. As she smacked the leather against Sue’s thighs and mound, she talked. She said, “Surrender to the pleasure. Embrace the pain and make it your own. You are a slave to your body and your body is enslaved to me.”
Sue was close to screaming when Gwen finally stopped. She opened up her eyes and watched Gwen bend over and hold the belt down to her lips.
“Kiss it.”
She would have made love to it, if Gwen had commanded. Opening her mouth, she gave it a kiss.
Gwen slid the belt around her neck and tightened it through the buckle. She laid the tail of the belt down across Sue’s belly and went over to sit down on the couch.
“Now, I want you to stay still until I say otherwise,” Gwen said as she put her feet on Sue’s chest.
Picking up the remote, she spent the next several hours watching television. When dark fell, Gwen left Sue lying there while she went into the kitchen and made herself a sandwich.
She used Sue as a table while she ate. She fed Sue the crusts of her bread and then, sitting back on the couch, used her as a footstool again. Finally, she yawned and stretched.
“Go and clean the kitchen and do what you need to do before getting ready for bed. I’ll meet you in the guest room in seventeen minutes.”
She watched Sue roll stiffly off the table and smirked when Sue scurried from the room with her dinner plate held up at breast level. Gwen wondered if she would be able to get Sue to move like that at work. She was really enjoying keeping Sue around as a naked slave girl and did not know what she would do if her plan failed and Sue did not beg for permanent slavery in two days time.
Shrugging philosophically, Gwen went to the guest room to secure Sue to the bed. This time, Sue was on her stomach and she writhed on the bed as her tender breasts were pressed against the cool mattress. Gwen made sure to put a pillow under her hips to make sure that Sue’s clit was not in contact with the firm surface.
“Good night, slave.”
“Good night, Mistress.”
“Try to get some sleep. You’ve got a busy day tomorrow,” Gwen said, as she flicked off the light.
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