Gray morning

Katrina

The house smelled different, I inhaled deeply. I walked slowly listening for signs of life. I heard a loud unmistakable moan of pleasure. It was definetly not Sue's voice and I moved towards her bedroom. The door was ajar and I could see two forms light by soft candle light spread out on the bed. I stood in the dark doorway, watching for a moment, calculating the best way to enter such a situation.

She noticed that Sue had the restraints out on the bed. I smiled, and wondered if she was treading in deeper waters.
 
Indescribable. Sheer ecstasy. Anticipation upon anticipation; fulfillment upon fulfillment.

How do I describe the utter trust that I felt for Sue as she placed the restraints around my wrists? I had no idea where she would go, how far she would go, and that thought raised my anticipation and desire to unknown peaks, but not knowing meant did not mean fearing.

What she did with me, with my body, was nothing that was new to me. But the effect was completely new. It wasn't so much what she did as how she did, when she did it, how she knew exactly to move from toe to ankle, from ankle back to toe.

My sex cried out for her touch, but so did my knee. My belly. My neck.

In her hands, my body and my sex were the same. My knee a nipple, my neck a clitoris.

My body moved to her rhythm; her mouth on me created a resonance deep within me, rising, falling, resting and desiring. I lost myself in the rhythm. I lost my rhythm in the union.

I became her, and she me.

This truly was two made one.

As Sue unfastens the restraints, I realize that she has locked me more closely to her. Unbound, I'm bound more tightly.

I want to please her, to feel with her what she felt with me. As I lean over to kiss her, I see a shadow at the door.

I gasp.



"Who? What?"
 
Following the direction of Jinny's eyes, Sue sees a shadow behind the door, and her heart catches in her throat. Ty still had a key...wait, did she lock the door? Looking around desperately for some sort of weapon, her eyes land on a candle next to the bed, the top of which is now a pool of liquid wax. It wasn't much, but it was the best she could do. Carefully picking up the candle, Sue moved to the edge of the bed.

Who is there? What are you doing there? How did you get in here?
 
Katrina

"Evening my pet. Having some fun I see?"

I walk into the light my navy trenchcoat flattering, as my hands pull it back to reveal the simpl skirt and blouse I wore underneath it. My hands rest on my hips as I survey the view before me. It was tough to believe that just six months ago it had been me on that bed. Teasing Sue and using the restraints.

"She is quite lovely," my voice drips with honey and hunger. I noticed her hand had pulled away from the candle and I smiled. "Are you going to introduce me? My pet." I whisper huskily shedding my jacket. "Still on the messy side I see."

I laid my jacket on a relatively bare spot as I walked forward, my eyes skimming over the two of you. My mind debating all the options. What I had originally planned for Sue long gone.
 
Comfort has fled. There is now a sense of danger in the room, but not danger that could be warded away by a candlestick.

My trust in Sue remains. But so much is now uncertain. Where there was ground, there is now quicksand.

'My pet.'

What is this woman's relationship to Sue? Where do I fit?

Is it time for me to leave, again a fifth wheel in others' lives?

Or ... have I learned today that in uncertainty can come good? That excitement and fulfillment can only come through danger, through the fog?
 
At the sight of M. Katrina, my mind snapped instantly to the last time we had seen each other. She had said to expect her at the most unexpected times....this certainly fit that discription. Glancing around the untidy room, my cheeks began to flush. Dropping instantly to the floor on my knees, my head hung in shame, I take a deep breath, and then look up, holding myself proudly, as she had always wished.

M. Katrina, this is Jinny....Virginia.

Having said that, I again fall silent, awaiting her next question, knowing better than to jump to conclusions about what she may wish to know.
 
Katrina

"Ummm, Virginia, such a chaste name for such a lovely woman. Jinny suits you much better." I move to the edge of bed and let my eyes possess her.

"I see you two have been having fun," I hold out my hand as if to shake Jinny's hand when she sits up as if pulled by invisible strings my hand drops to caress her soft cheek.

"I hope I'm not interupting," I knew that sweet Sue would bend to my will, her friend however had the look of a startled doe and I so wished to play with her.

I moved over to Sue and beckoned her to stand with the motion of one finger, "Now be a good girl and give your Mistress a proper greeting." I stared into her eyes and winked, and I could see the thrill of the unknown lurking as she felt my wink throughout her body. I held out my palm and she gently kissed my wrist in greeting.

I was a good four inches taller than Sue and my black hair was pinned neatly up. I glanced at Jinny and whispered, "You see, Sue and I go way back, we are the most intimate of friends." I could say more but I sense that young Jinny likes the feeling of anticipation and fear.

"I'm very hungry," I direct at neither of them but both at the same time. I sit down on the bed and beckon Sue to join us. "Mind if I eat something?" Sue can tell I don't mean food and that it really isn't a question. My fingers trailing along Jinny's leg feeling her tense and jerk it away. I give her a look and she spreads her legs apart and I continue my idle exploration of her knee.
 
Wishing she could tell Jinny that she had nothing to fear from M Katrina, yet not wanting to do anything to upset her, and so much enjoying the scene that she was always able to set, all Sue could do is what she had always done for M Katrina: submit.

After kissing her wrist, Sue stood and watched as she caressed Jinny, feeling heat begin to build within her again.


Madam knows that i have nothing, that i am nothing, unless You wish it.
 
All I can do is watch Sue for her reactions to Katrina. That they know each other is evident, as is Sue's deference to her.

My trust in Sue is secure, but I can't get a clear read of how she feels about Katrina. As Katrina touches my cheek, my eyes dart to Sue's, but her look is guarded. I see Katrina watching Sue, and there's something going on there that I need to understand.

The intimacy of Katrina's hand on my leg almost makes me bolt, but, again, as I look at Sue there is an almost imperceptible nod of her head, saying (I think...I hope) "It's ok."

Katrina's look at me rivets me in my place. I don't know if she caught my glance at Sue, but there's something compelling about Sue that both frightens and soothes me at the same time. The compelling quality is in her look, in her movements, her self-assuredness. Her further intimacy is not merely accepted by my body, but my legs spread of their own volition, inviting further contact, no matter how dangerous.

Sue's face is a mask to me, but there are hints of emotion that still show through. It is very evident that this meeting is a surprise to her, and that she has mixed emotions. It's also very evident by the catch of her breath whenever Katrina speaks, whenever their eyes meet, that there is electricity in the air between them.

Katrina calls herself Sue's mistress. Can Sue's relationship with Katrina be somehow a mirror of how I began to feel our relationship was beginning to unfold?

Can Sue have experienced, and enjoyed as I did, that same type of trust and pleasure in the hands of another to whom one has given one's choices and will?
 
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As M Katrina is showing interest in exploring her interest in Jinny further, Sue find herself again kneeling at her feet, awaiting her pleasure, finding again that she is willing to meet every whim that may occur to M Katrina, anxious to please her so as to receive nothing more than a smile, while hoping for so much more. No on in Sue's life had ever opened the doors for her that M Katrina had.

Watching with increasing interest as M Katrina begins to caress Jinny, she smiles softly as Jinny begins to respond to her. It was impossible to either reject or withstand the power held by that amazing woman. Briefly, Sue wonders what had brought M Katrina back, but as soon as the thought was there, it was gone. She would ask nothing, and would be happy with any explanation that was offered. Truthfully, would be happy with no explanation at all. M Katrina was there with her, and for however long it would last, she would bask in it.

Glancing up respectfully, she asks softly


Is there anything that Madam would wish of me?
 
Katrina

I knew in an instant that Jinny was submissive, how she presented herself, how she barely spoke. What surprised me a little was Sue's immediate deference to me. I enjoyed that and when she asked I needed anything I tilted my head thoughtfully before replying. I leaned over and placed a soft little kiss on Jinny's forehead. I moved off the bed and stood, I stretched further accentuating my height. My dark lips twisted into a smile, one that Sue knew so well.

"I feel overdressed." I did not have to ask the question, my statement was a command. Sue crawled over and slowly took off my shoes. She did not ask me to move, and I moved to assist her in her task only as a reward for her behavior. I could feel her excitement as my skin was revealed. My own body was responding, my wine colored nipples showing through the shear champagne colored bra. My pussy a neatly trimmed area of dark hair. I glanced at both of them, and noticed that Sue had kept her pussy shaven. Just the way I left it I thought.

I was like a spider checking my web to find that two delightful treats were lodged within it. I noticed Jinny was watching us, sensing our special relationship. I let my eyes caress her skin and saw her shift towards the unfelt touch.
 
Sue's position at the foot of the bed, as she worked to remove each article of cloting carefully, she was able to watch M Katrina and Jinny, seeing that Jinny, too, was falling under her spell. Suddenly, Sue was filled with an overwhelming feeling of accomplishment. It was almost as if this had been planned, as if it had been meant to happen. Had some unknown hand guided her to Jinny, prompting her to bring her back here so that M Katrina could find them together, and be pleased? The idea of it sent a wave of intense pleasure shooting through Sue, a throbbing, incredibly sexual feeling. Sighing, she looked up, seeing these two women on the bed next to each other, wanting nothing more than to be there with them, sharing the feeling of the energy that would be created.

Concentrating more deliberately on the task at hand, Sue continued undressing M Katrina, carefully folding each article as Madam had always preferred, moving to stack them neatly on the dresser across the room, and then moving back to kneel on the bed once more, eyes cast down.


At Madam's pleasure.
 
This was a play that had been acted out many times before. I felt a spectator, but not in the audience but a spectator on the stage, within the action.

Clinically, I observed the the signs of sexual excitement on both of their bodies. Sue's sex visibly swelled as she knelt and looked at us; Katrina's nipples strained first against the fabric of her bra and then stood out from her areolae proudly, almost defiantly.

No, I mis-spoke myself. No clinical observation this, as my body responded as well. My eyes caught Katrina's and I watched them as they stripped me of all pretense, lingering as they saw the flush of my cheeks, my neck, my chest ... the rise of my breasts and the prominence of my nipples, the engorgement of my lips.

My hips shifted imperceptibly as the rising flesh there began to bind a bit with the tops of my thighs.

No, not imperceptibly, at least not to Katrina. Her eyes caught the movement and the shadow of a smile crossed her face, and then she looked me full in the eyes, and with a rise of one eyebrow told me she had seen. That she had seen and understood the message my body was sending.

She, too, was sending messages, messages that were dissolving my will, speaking directly to my flesh and bypassing my inhibitions, my mental faculties. My legs opened another fraction of an inch.

A jolt of electricity jarred my body when my inner lips, thoroughly wet, parted, became unstuck from each other. Such a little thing, but it curled my toes.

Echoing Sue's "Is there anything that Madam would wish of me?", I breathe


"Is there anything I might do?"
 
Katrina

"Join me, my pet." I whisper as I move to one side of the bed and beckon her to move on the other side. We frame her body with ours and Sue's hand mirrors mine as we slide up her leg caressing the knees in a sensual manner. I lean over Jinny's body and lick around one taut nipple. I see Sue imitating me, btoh sucking on Jinny's poor nipples. Our lips working independently to conquer poor Jinny's senses.

I let one hand caress Sue's nearest breast, my other hand caressing Jinny's soft skin. I debated as to who should be restrained first, perhaps it was time to train Sue in her switch over. I tugged the nipple until it dropped from my mouth.

"She is delectable, I think we shall tie her up and feast on her."

I smile at Sue as she moves to secure Jinny's hands again and I spread her luscious legs and caress her left ankle before securing it to one corner, I can feel her heated desire. I can smell it in the air, as I caress her other leg and secure it. I spend a moment massaging each foot.

"Do you still have that peppermint massage oil?"
 
I no longer know if it is Sue or Katrina touching me, suckling me, exciting me. Only Katrina's voice identifies her as the leader, the director of this play at which I am no longer a spectator, but the stage.

I barely sense the restraints, nor when they were placed on my hands and feet. The hand restraints, introduced by Sue, seem comfortable as do well worn jeans. The leg restraints, new to my experience, arise to my conscious thought only as one last semblance of inhibition attempts to move my legs together so as to conceal however it might my drenched vulva.

In seconds, the leg restraints are no longer foreign but accepted. Desired. Feeding my desire.

Katrina's voice, dimly sensed through a haze of sensation, only serves to remind me that there is more to this moment than simply the sensations within my own body. As I lose myself again to the sensation.
 
The sensations of touching, tasting, smelling Jinny, and experiencing it alongside M Katrina makes the experience even more intense than it had been before. The swell of sexual tension within the room had increased exponentially, and after the double pleasure of sucking Jinny's nipples and having M Katrina caressing mine, Sue was amazed that she could even move, let alone have the dexterity of movement to fasten the leather cuff once more around Jinny's wrists. As always, M Katrina's voice cut through the haze, and my body responded as directed. This had always been the way of things with her. M Katrina requested something, be it sexually illicit or merely taking out the garbage, and Sue responded to the voice instantly, as if M Katrina had had more control over her muscles than Sue herself had had. It was both terrifying and wonderful.

At the request of the peppermint oil, Sue moved to a shelf just to the left of the bed and removed a cut crystal decanter, a very small one, holding only about four ounces of the precious massage oil. It had always been Sue's responsibility, after every encounter, to make sure that the bottles were topped off, a job that created discipline within her, but also built up anticipation for the next time M Katrina would choose to use one of the precious little bottles. Moving back to the bed, Sue quietly held the small bottle in both hands, head and eyes down slightly, arms raised in presentation. The rituals of these things had always been very important to Sue, doing them precisely the way M Katrina had instructed her.
 
Katrina

"That's good my precious," I place a soft kiss on her forehead letting my body brush hers as I take the small bottle. "Peppermint is such a soothing and invigorating scent," I comment a loud.

I move back to the bed sitting on the edge facing away from young Jinny for the moment. I pour a little oil in my hands and rub them together. I hand the bottle back to Sue who places it within reach. I motion Sue to me and smile.

"My pet, remind me of why you are my favorite." I smile my legs slightly parting. It was an invitation or permission for her to touch me. I took my hands and began massaging one of Jinny's feet. My expert hands caressing all the right places. Right now it was about caressing one foot until she could take it no more before moving to the other. I could feel her legs stretch, and toes curl.

At the same time Sue was touching me in the way I had taught her. However she had learned a few new things and I was delighted in her boldness. Of course I had given her permission to be bold. I licked my lips as I looked into her eyes, nodding permission whenever she seemed to hesitate.
 
Sue

The feel of M Katrina on her fingers, so warm and inviting, was like an electrical current up Sue's arm, going straight to the very center of her, causing her to gasp. The desire to please this woman was just as strong as it had ever been, and the obvious evidence of her pleasure gave Sue a thrill unlike any she had ever found with any other person she was with. Briefly closing her eyes, she then opened them, and leaned forward to lick and suckle first one nipple, and then another. Leaning back, Sue looked over to Jinny, willing her with her eyes to enjoy the experience as much as Sue.
 
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