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

Chapter Seven – Sunday Suffering

Sue woke up for what seemed like the hundredth time. She turned her blindfolded head back and forth and tugged at her bonds. Last night, Gwen had secured her wrist cuffs to the outside of her ankle cuffs. Lying on her back, her knees bent and her legs opened wide, she felt incredibly vulnerable.

She startled at every sound, straining to hear if someone was in the room with her.  While she knew it was unlikely that there was anyone there, Sue knew what she must look like, spread open and ready for sex.

And she was so very ready.  She could not help squirming on the bed. Her hips were pumping at thin air, hoping for a touch. She could feel a trickle of her juices sliding down between her ass cheeks.

Sue tried to bring herself under control. She knew that she only had one more day to endure at Gwen’s hands and then she would be free of this nightmare. All she had to do was master herself.

She tried to calm herself but her thoughts went back over all the things that she had been made to do in the past sixty some hours. As she remembered all the humiliations, the many spankings and her orgasms, she writhed uncontrollably on the bed.

“My, you’re a hot one this morning.”

Sue flinched at the words and then stiffened at a light touch between her legs. Before her conscious mind could control it, her hips had raised off the bed to follow the sensation. She whined as the fingers lifted up and away.

“No, I don’t think so. What kind of Mistress would I be if I just let my slave off so easily?”

When Sue took a breath to speak, Gwen laughed. “Be careful. I wouldn’t want your mouth to write a check that your body will have to cash.”

Sue subsided and was rewarded with a brief tweak to her nipples. She sighed and thrusted her chest up, trying to make her small breasts even more prominent.

Gwen unclipped the wrist cuffs and took off the ankle cuffs. “Sit up.”

Silently, Sue complied. She still felt off balance from the blindfold. She felt Gwen unbuckling the cuffs and then pulling her upright.

Turning her around, Gwen pulled Sue’s arms behind her and tightened a zip tie around her thumbs.

When Sue stiffened at the sound, Gwen said, “I’m going to have you bathe me and I don’t want to get my restraints wet.”

Sue wiggled her fingers and realized just how much losing the use of her thumbs restricted her ability to move. She couldn’t even struggle like she could in cuffs, as any movement of her arms translated to pain in her tied digits.

Taking a hold of a handful of Sue’s hair, Gwen tugged her out of the bedroom and down the hallway. This would be so much easier if Sue was wearing a collar and a leash, Gwen thought. However, she was pretty strict about who earned her collar and Sue wouldn’t even be able to start that process until she accepted her slavery.

Sue tried to figure out where in the house they were going but the awkwardness of her bent over position, the pain of her pulled hair and tied thumbs and the blindfold was incredible disorienting. Only when she felt cold tiles under her feet, did she realize that she was in the master bathroom.

Letting go of her hair handle, Gwen turned on the shower. Looking at Sue, she smiled at the uneasiness apparent in Sue’s stiff stance. “Okay, time to get in.”

“But how? I can’t see, Mistress.”

“You haven’t earned the right to look at me.” Gwen took hold of Sue’s elbow and ushered her into the large stall. She let Sue stand under the water while it warmed up and then climbed in after her.

Picking up a large sponge, Gwen poured on the liquid soap and worked up some lather. “Open wide,” she said.

The taste of the soap that filtered through the sponge was disgusting and Sue instinctively spat it out.

Gwen slapped her and picked the sponge back up. “Don’t do that again. You won’t like the consequences.”

Her face hurting from the slap, Sue grimaced and opened her mouth for the sponge. Holding it gingerly, she stood there waiting for the next command. It wasn’t long in coming and she moved forward enough for the sponge to make contact with Gwen’s flesh.

In a few strokes, she realized that she was scrubbing Gwen’s back and she was able to follow the curve of spine. Her mind was filling in the details of the flesh that she couldn’t see and could only touch through the soapy sponge.

Sue had to use her entire upper body to reach all of the skin hidden from her eyes. She paused when Gwen turned slightly and raised her arm. Her neck beginning to get sore, Sue went back to work, cleaning Gwen’s pits.

She looked forward to doing the rest of Gwen’s upper body. Running the sponge over and around Gwen’s breasts, Sue hoped to feel Gwen react to her touch. When the other woman only turned to present her other armpit, Sue was resigned to simply performing the required service.

Gwen quirked her mouth when she noticed Sue’s change of attitude. “Good girl. I knew you’d get your mind right,” she said as she took the sponge and helped Sue to her knees. She poured on more soap and shoved it back in Sue’s mouth.

“Finish the job, slave. We haven’t got all day.”

Scooting forward, Sue touched the sponge to Gwen’s hip. Her nose twitched when she realized how close she was to Gwen’s mound. Her mouth was flooded with saliva and she instinctively swallowed. She coughed and choked.

“Easy there, girl. Don’t want you to drown. I’ve got plans for today.”

Sue gurgled and bent back to her task. She couldn’t believe how much she would rather have just used her mouth to clean Gwen’s pussy. Taking shallow breaths and trying not to swallow, Sue continued to clean the standing woman. It was difficult to contort herself to get at Gwen’s feet but she was happy to be successful.

Turning around, Gwen picked up the shampoo. Looking over her shoulder at the kneeling woman, she said, “You can drop the sponge and put your tongue in my ass. I want to feel you rim me until I’m through.”

Gwen sighed in pleasure as she felt Sue obey. She was really starting to like the unquestioning obedience and, as she washed her hair, she wondered if her plans for the day were going to end up with her owning a new slave or having just gained a compliant coworker. She shook her head and rinsed out the shampoo. Either way, she mused, she was the winner.

Stepping from the shower, Gwen turned down the hot water. “Do you have to pee? If so, do it now.”

Sue swallowed and dropped her head. Before, as she knelt behind Gwen and tongued the other woman’s ass, she didn’t think that she could sink any lower. Now, she knew better.

“You’ve got ten more seconds and then I’m turning off the hot water entirely.”

Jerking her head up, Sue pleaded, “Please, Mistress, I have to go. I just need more time.”

“Seven…Six…Five…Four,” Gwen counted. She smiled when she saw the yellow stream head toward the drain.  “Good girl. I knew you could be obedient if you really wanted to.” Gwen helped Sue to stand up and step out of the stall. “I’ve tossed my towel down on the floor. You can dry off on that.”

Sue heard Gwen walk out of the room, leaving her standing in the bathroom, dripping wet and blindfolded. She carefully felt around with her foot for the towel and then lowered herself to lie on the damp cloth.

Rolling around with her thumbs still tied together was painful but she was soon mostly dry. She finally gave up and climbed back to her feet. Sue wondered what she was supposed to do now.

“Glad to see that you’re done.” Gwen stepped back into the bathroom and pulled off the blindfold.

Sue blinked in the sudden light and saw that Gwen had gotten dressed in knee high boots, a black leather mini skirt and red satin corset. The other woman filled the clothes wonderfully and Sue was mesmerized by her beauty and power. She tore her eyes from the sight when she realized that Gwen had said something to her.

“Pardon, Mistress.”

“I asked if you have ever you done any figging?”

“No, Mistress. I don’t know what that means.”

“Oh, then you’re in for a treat today. Follow me.”

Gwen led the way to the living room and went to the bag that had held all manner of torture devises. She pulled out a clear plastic vegetable bag and removed the hand of ginger from the bag. “Watch and learn, slave,” she commanded.

Sue trailed behind her owner and kneeled down next to the counter after Gwen pointed to the floor. She watched nervously as Gwen snapped off each of the ginger fingers and began to peel the hand. The strong smell of the root filled her nose and she wondered where else it was going to fill.

Gwen carefully whittled down the hand to form a makeshift plug. She tapered it from a narrow end to the wider top and then carved a notch around the thicker end of it. She did want to be make sure that the Sue would not be able to expel it. Feeling generous, she rounded off the tip and set it in a glass of water.

“Come with me.”

Sue followed closely all the way to the guest bedroom. She started to tremble when Gwen picked up a dagger and moved toward her.

“Don’t be a fool, slave. I’m going to release your hands.” Gwen cut the zip tie and pointed at the bed. “On your stomach, with that pillow at your hips.” She watched as Sue lay down. Smiling, she said, “I’m going to do you a favor and tie you down. You can thank me for it later. Now, reach up here.”

Obeying Sue extended her hands and allowed Gwen to secure her on the bed. When she was spread-eagled and tied down, she turned her head and watched Gwen pick up the root and twirl it in her fingers.

“I’m going to put this plug of ginger in your ass and you’ll keep it there for twenty minutes. During that time, I will be spanking you. I’m feeling generous, so I give you permission to come as often as you want during that time.”

Since leaving home at nineteen, Sue had never been spanked until Gwen had done so in her office less than a week ago. Despite her increasing awareness of her submissiveness, she doubted that a spanking would make her come.

She was a little worried, though, about the affect of the ginger. She had no idea what it was going to feel like to that thing in her butt for twenty minutes. She had orgasmed just yesterday but it felt like forever and she knew that it wasn’t going to take much to push her over the edge.

“Oh, this spanking isn’t a punishment. This is just because I want to do it.” Gwen’s voice was a sultry purr. She stroked her fingers down Sue’s back. Spreading Sue’s butt cheeks apart, she inserted the fig up to the makeshift handle. 

Once it was secure in her new home, Gwen affectionately patted Sue’s ass. While she waited for the fun to begin, she went and washed off her hands. She came back and sat down in a comfy chair and watched with glee that Sue was starting to get warmed up.

It took about three minutes for Sue to begin feeling the effects on the sensitive nerves of her rectum. As the pain radiated outward, she twitched and clenched her ass cheeks and drummed her legs on the bed.

Gwen grinned at the sound of Sue’s moan and movements. She knew that tensing up just made the ginger sting even more.

Sue’s eyes were wide as the burn increased to become her entire worldview.  Her fingers were digging into the mattress and she tried everything to expel the painful root. She started panting as the heat seemed to travel from her ass to her cunt.

Gwen had been listening for a change in tone of Sue’s groaning. Knowing that the other woman was beginning to enjoy the side benefit of the ginger, she began to apply the strop.

At the first crack of it against her ass, Sue moaned. She yelped and grunted as the strap lashed her butt cheeks and the ginger fig stung her asshole. As Sue experienced the increased sexual arousal from the ginger, she began to welcome the blows against her ass. Despite some very hard licks of the strap, her arousal continued to spiral upwards.

“Please, please,” Sue moaned. Her entire body was on fire and she could no longer distinguish pain from pleasure. She begged for more and lifted her ass toward the leather strap. “Oh, god. Mistress, please.”

“That’s it, my little slave. Come for me. Come for your owner.”

With a scream, Sue came for the first time from a spanking. She did not know if it was from the words or from the incredible sensations that were still crashing through her body. She came again and again.

At the twenty-minute mark, Gwen dropped the strap onto the floor and pulled the ginger plug from Sue’s butt. Tossing it into the trashcan, she put her hands on her hips and surveyed the still shaking, sweaty mess on the bed.

Sue moaned from the loss of the plug and came again. She felt like she had just had an out of body experience and, even now, was almost out of her mind.

Turning her head, she looked up at Gwen. The other woman looked wonderful, posing proud and tall above her.  She was standing in a beam of sunlight but Sue did not need the light effect to feel submissive to Gwen. She knew in her heart of hearts that this was what a true Mistress looked like.

Sue nearly wept to know that Gwen wanted to own her. There were tears in her eyes as she hoarsely whispered, “Please, Mistress. I want to be your slave.”

Trying to keep a smile of glee off her face, Gwen looked sternly down at her. “I’m not really sure that I believe that your begging for slavery is truly sincere or just a reaction to the strong orgasm you just experienced.”

“Please, Mistress. I want to serve you.” Sue was frantic to get Gwen to believe her. She would do anything for the chance to feel such an extraordinary whole body orgasm again. If that meant serving Gwen until her death, she would do so.

Gwen shook her head and released Sue’s bonds. Sue tried to get up but her legs were too weak to stand up.  Falling to her knees, she crawled off the bed and hugged Gwen’s knees. “I love you, Mistress.”

“Now, now. There is no need to go overboard.” Gwen pushed her off. “Lay down on your stomach.”

Sue quickly obeyed. She wanted to show Gwen how much she wanted to serve. She even kept the pout off her face as Gwen placed her in a hogtie.

Gwen took a hold of her hair and pulled Sue’s face up to look directly into her eyes. “If you are really serious about your intention to serve me as a slave,” she said. “I want you to crawl to where I will be waiting in the living room.”

Left alone, Sue lay still while she thought about what she was about to do. She had never expected to have to put up with being spanked yet she had been so aroused by what just happened that the difference between pain and pleasure had completely blurred.

In the span of a few days, she had changed irrevocably. Or maybe, she mused, she had just had all of the pretense stripped away. The veneer of domination had been removed to reveal the submissive underneath.

Her mind made up, Sue began to worm her way across the floor. She was panting and her skin was covered in rug burns by the time she made it into Gwen’s presence. She whimpered when Gwen released the catch holding her wrists to her ankles but kept her in the restraints.

Gwen sat down on the coffee table. She held a small length of leather in her hands. She looked deeply into Sue’s eyes and said, “I take slavery very seriously and I do not give out a collar of consideration easily.” She stroked the soft leather. “You’ve done well this weekend to recognize your true self. But you need to realize that this weekend was a cakewalk compared to what I’ll be asking of you as my slave.”

Sue swallowed the lump in her throat and willed herself to keep making eye contact.

Pleased at the effort, Gwen said,  “There will be rules that you must obey at the risk of facing punishment. Punishment will be in whatever form that I see fit. Get used to the feeling of the lash, though, because I won’t just use it for punishment. I like to cause pain.”

Sue blinked. She had never really gotten off on giving pain and now she was going to be expected to take it regularly. She squared her shoulders and nodded her head.

“I will ask a lot of you. You must make sure that you control yourself at all times. It is important that you learn not to embarrass or disappoint your Mistress. If ordered to do something it is not for you to perform badly or protest that you do not want to do something. You must do everything to the best of your ability because to do otherwise reflects badly on me. Do you understand?”

Sue had to clear her throat before she could say, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. I will now be in control of your life. You will have no time off, no holidays, no period when you are off duty. I will control when you go anywhere and how you are dressed when you go out and how you act while you are there.” Gwen smiled. “That includes work, as well.”

“Mistress?” Sue whispered in concern.

“You don’t think that you would have the privilege of calling me by my name any more, do you?” Gwen grinned. “Don’t worry, we’ll discuss that aspect of our relationship tomorrow.”

Sue felt her pulse speed up. She didn’t know what Monday morning would bring but she knew it didn’t bode well for her. She was scared but she wanted this. She nodded.

“Come closer.” Gwen waited while Sue moved into position between her legs. “I will give you my collar of consideration. This will be in your possession at all times. You will wear this anytime I command it and at all times when you are not at work.”

Sue leaned forward and shivered at the feel of the leather encircling her neck. There was a feeling of serenity as Gwen buckled it in place.

“Now, I know that this has been a lot to take in at one time. Therefore, I’m going to leave you alone for the night.” Gwen held out her hand when Sue would have spoken. “I want you to reflect on this life altering change. Starting tonight and every night from now on, I will require that you email me a journal of your experiences. You should honestly reflect upon your feelings and emotions and your reactions to being enslaved.”

Gwen shook her finger at Sue. She said, “I don't want to know about how your day at work went or anything banal like that.  Instead, your journal is where you tell me how many times you have touched yourself, what sexual thoughts teased through your mind and any difficulties or problems that you may be having adjusting to my mastery over you.” Gwen took hold of Sue’s chin and enunciated very clearly, “I know that this life is new to you. You may pose questions in this space, as long as the tone is respectful. All right?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. I expect to receive your entry by 11 o’clock each evening beginning tonight.” Gwen placed a kiss on Sue’s forehead and stood up.  “Wait here while I gather my things.”

Sue stayed on her knees, looking yearningly after Gwen as she left the room. She wanted to follow her and be at her side. She was not looking forward to being left alone.

When Gwen returned, she shoved her few things into the duffle bag. She unclipped the wrist cuffs. “And no getting on the furniture while I’m gone. That’s another privilege that you’ll have to earn.”

Gwen swung the bag up and onto her shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow, slave. Have you got anything to say to me before I go?”

Sue looked up at her. “Thank you, Mistress. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for giving me this chance.”

Ruffling her hair, Gwen said, “You’re welcome. Now, work on your journal.  Get it to me by eleven and your butt to work on time in the morning.”

With a final enigmatic smile, Gwen turned and left Sue all alone in her house.