spankme
06-20-2003, 03:46 PM
This is the first installment of a story i have been working on. i guess i'm working out my fascination with female orgasm control (you will have to wait until a later section to see what other T & D is in store). i was inspired by a letter i once read, and by the comments of our *heroine's* namesake. But even she will have to wait and see what Mistress Elke has planned for our little f-sub.
Comments and feedback are most welcome.
-- spankme
Marta’s Present – Part 1
“What do you have in the package, Mistress?” Marta asked. Tired from a long day of housework, the young house-sub had just curled up on the floor next to her Mistress’ big overstuffed couch when Elke walked into the room. As Marta looked up she could see Mistress Elke carrying a pink shopping bag with shiny ribbons tied to the handle.
"Why my pet, you’ve been such a good girl lately, I decided to give myself a little treat." Elke gave her strawberry blond hair a gentle backward toss to expose her full face, and meeting Marta’s gaze, curled her lip into an evil smirk.
“I don’t understand, Mistress. If I have been so good, why are you giving yourself a present?”
“No, no, little one, you misunderstand. The present is for you. I said I am giving myself a treat.” Elke held out the bag to Marta, who smiled brightly. And giggling with joy, she quickly took the bag from her Mistress. Marta had only been living with Elke for a short while. And, until now there had been few rewards. Mostly, Mistress’ attention had been devoted to training and punishment. This was something new.
“What do you say, dear?” Elke asked as she stepped closer to Marta, but turned and faced away from the girl.
Blushing, Marta could not contain her enthusiasm. “Thank you, Mistress! Thank you. What is it? May I open it? Shall I open it now?” Marta could barely contain herself; she was dying to know what present her Mistress had brought her. This was a rare treat indeed.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Marta blushed again. Then composing herself and placing the bag on the floor, she drew up on both knees behind her Mistress. Placing both hands on Elke’s legs, she carefully slid her hands up, raising the Domme’s short black skirt to her waist. Elke was wearing seamed black stockings and a black lace garter belt that appeared to frame the plump curve of her bottom. These were clearly worn for effect; an effect punctuated by the absence of panties. Leaning forward slightly, Marta kissed first one cheek, and then the other.
Bending over the arm of the couch while reaching back to place her hand on Marta’s head, Elke directed, “go on, you know what to do.”
Marta’s hand gently pulled at Elke’s thighs, tightening the skin on her buttocks and pulling open the crack of her ass to reveal a wisp of red hair running down and disappearing between her legs, and the waiting pink pucker of her rosebud. Marta began to move slowly forward, but the hand on her head suddenly pulled her into the fold. With her lips firmly against Elke’s skin, she reached out her tongue and parted the small opening. Wiggling her tongue in as far as possible, then pulling it back, she kissed and licked Elke’s ass. She tried hard to make her kiss sensuous like Elke’s kisses. To please her Mistress, Marta wanted to kiss Elke’s anus the way Elke had given her a deep soul kiss on her mouth before she had left the house that morning.
Removing her hand from Marta’s head, Elke laughed. It was a throaty, commanding laugh. “Silly girl. Of course you can open your package, now. But next time remember your manners. You shouldn’t need to be prodded to express your thanks.” Turning again toward Marta, Elke bent forward and kissed her full on the lips. Recognizing her own scent, Elke smiled as she contemplated what the rest of the day, and evening, might hold.
As Marta took a deep breath of air, she knew that the taste and smell of Elke’s skin and sweat would remain with her as a reminder of her servitude. But momentarily freed to concentrate on the package, Marta tore at the ribbon and pulled the tissue from the bag. Reaching in and feeling the contents, she turned to Elke with a questioning look.
“Wha-a-a-t …is th-th-is?” Marta stuttered.
Marta had imagined something soft and silky, like the diaphanous nightgowns Mistress preferred her to wear for playtime, or perhaps some new perfume from Elke’s recent trip to Paris. But, this? It felt so odd, so funny. It was some kind of rubbery material, and she could feel some strange heavy lumps. Marta pulled the material from the bag.
Elke’s smirk grew into a grin as Marta pulled the black underwear from the bag. The strange material had a kind of rubbery feel and heft, but the surface was incredibly soft against Marta’s skin. The panties had a high waist with zippers and rings on either side. The bra had a front closure, again with rings on either side of the clasp.
Elke’s face had become pure evil as she spoke, “Look closely, little one.”
Marta gasped. “Ohmigod!” Inside the panties, she could see that the heavy lumps were actually two large plugs, molded to the crotch. And at the front of the crotch panel were rows of little knobs, like the bristles on a hairbrush only made of the same soft rubbery material as the panties; at the front the bristles were longer and fanned out into a small vee. Inside the bra were more bristles, and in the center of each cup, holes no bigger than the size of an erect nipple. Marta’s eyes widened as she continued to inspect the strange undergarments. “But I don’t understand. How is that a treat for you?” And pausing for barely a moment to consider the present, Marta’s last question was tinged with both delight and fear, “You want me to wear these?”
“Yes, I want you to wear them, little one. In fact, I want you to put them on right now. As for my treat, you’ll see. But now put them on so we can see how you look.” To herself, Elke added an evil thought, “… and how they make you feel.”
Slowly, Marta got to her feet. She had been wearing the simple tieback shift that Mistress required her to wear while working around the house. With no underwear, it left her bottom and pussy exposed so that Mistress could have access to them any time she wanted.
This made it easy for Elke to come up behind her and slip her hand between Marta’s thighs. She would gentle massage Marta’s lips, slide her fingers between the folds until she felt them moisten, and then Elke would slip one or two fingers into Marta’s vagina. When she was sure that Marta was enjoying the sensation, Elke would remove her hand and walk away, intent on leaving Marta frustrated and aching.
Sometimes, Marta would not be able to stop the sensations. Once in awhile she could quietly orgasm, holding in her emotions and privately savoring her moment or pleasure … but if she was too out of control, and Elke caught her having an orgasm, she was punished, with the riding crop across her bottom. Of course Elke knew that Marta craved the pain of the crop. The growing redness on Marta’s ass only intensified the contrasting feelings of pleasure in her vagina; and that would make Marta cum even more. So the beating would continue. Marta might have a dozen orgasms that way, but she would not sit down for several days after. The open-backed gown revealed rows of light purple lines on Marta’s ass, much to the amusement of Mistress Elke.
Marta was to wear the shift even when alone so that she would be constantly reminded that she was Mistress’ pet and available for her pleasure should Elke decide to come home without notice. Wearing underwear, even strange pieces like these, would be a rare treat. She had not worn a bra or panties of any sort since she moved into the house nearly a month ago.
Reaching behind her, Marta pulled the knot. Then rolling her shoulders forward, she let the shift fall to the ground. Despite the dark hair on her head, her skin was fair and her body childlike. Mistress had taken Marta to a salon and had her body waxed from her face to her toes. Not a single strand remained; no part had been spared the painful, tearing sensation of the hot wax. Her pubes stood out prominently, just like the day she was born. The wax treatment had served to heighten her nakedness, to establish how open, unprotected, and dependent she was. Deprived of everything, even the hair on her body, she was totally at the mercy of Mistress Elke.
Elke gazed at the naked Marta and the underwear in her hand. She knew what her toys would do to the girl, and she could feel her own wetness just thinking about it. Yes, she would enjoy this treat.
To be continued …
Comments and feedback are most welcome.
-- spankme
Marta’s Present – Part 1
“What do you have in the package, Mistress?” Marta asked. Tired from a long day of housework, the young house-sub had just curled up on the floor next to her Mistress’ big overstuffed couch when Elke walked into the room. As Marta looked up she could see Mistress Elke carrying a pink shopping bag with shiny ribbons tied to the handle.
"Why my pet, you’ve been such a good girl lately, I decided to give myself a little treat." Elke gave her strawberry blond hair a gentle backward toss to expose her full face, and meeting Marta’s gaze, curled her lip into an evil smirk.
“I don’t understand, Mistress. If I have been so good, why are you giving yourself a present?”
“No, no, little one, you misunderstand. The present is for you. I said I am giving myself a treat.” Elke held out the bag to Marta, who smiled brightly. And giggling with joy, she quickly took the bag from her Mistress. Marta had only been living with Elke for a short while. And, until now there had been few rewards. Mostly, Mistress’ attention had been devoted to training and punishment. This was something new.
“What do you say, dear?” Elke asked as she stepped closer to Marta, but turned and faced away from the girl.
Blushing, Marta could not contain her enthusiasm. “Thank you, Mistress! Thank you. What is it? May I open it? Shall I open it now?” Marta could barely contain herself; she was dying to know what present her Mistress had brought her. This was a rare treat indeed.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Marta blushed again. Then composing herself and placing the bag on the floor, she drew up on both knees behind her Mistress. Placing both hands on Elke’s legs, she carefully slid her hands up, raising the Domme’s short black skirt to her waist. Elke was wearing seamed black stockings and a black lace garter belt that appeared to frame the plump curve of her bottom. These were clearly worn for effect; an effect punctuated by the absence of panties. Leaning forward slightly, Marta kissed first one cheek, and then the other.
Bending over the arm of the couch while reaching back to place her hand on Marta’s head, Elke directed, “go on, you know what to do.”
Marta’s hand gently pulled at Elke’s thighs, tightening the skin on her buttocks and pulling open the crack of her ass to reveal a wisp of red hair running down and disappearing between her legs, and the waiting pink pucker of her rosebud. Marta began to move slowly forward, but the hand on her head suddenly pulled her into the fold. With her lips firmly against Elke’s skin, she reached out her tongue and parted the small opening. Wiggling her tongue in as far as possible, then pulling it back, she kissed and licked Elke’s ass. She tried hard to make her kiss sensuous like Elke’s kisses. To please her Mistress, Marta wanted to kiss Elke’s anus the way Elke had given her a deep soul kiss on her mouth before she had left the house that morning.
Removing her hand from Marta’s head, Elke laughed. It was a throaty, commanding laugh. “Silly girl. Of course you can open your package, now. But next time remember your manners. You shouldn’t need to be prodded to express your thanks.” Turning again toward Marta, Elke bent forward and kissed her full on the lips. Recognizing her own scent, Elke smiled as she contemplated what the rest of the day, and evening, might hold.
As Marta took a deep breath of air, she knew that the taste and smell of Elke’s skin and sweat would remain with her as a reminder of her servitude. But momentarily freed to concentrate on the package, Marta tore at the ribbon and pulled the tissue from the bag. Reaching in and feeling the contents, she turned to Elke with a questioning look.
“Wha-a-a-t …is th-th-is?” Marta stuttered.
Marta had imagined something soft and silky, like the diaphanous nightgowns Mistress preferred her to wear for playtime, or perhaps some new perfume from Elke’s recent trip to Paris. But, this? It felt so odd, so funny. It was some kind of rubbery material, and she could feel some strange heavy lumps. Marta pulled the material from the bag.
Elke’s smirk grew into a grin as Marta pulled the black underwear from the bag. The strange material had a kind of rubbery feel and heft, but the surface was incredibly soft against Marta’s skin. The panties had a high waist with zippers and rings on either side. The bra had a front closure, again with rings on either side of the clasp.
Elke’s face had become pure evil as she spoke, “Look closely, little one.”
Marta gasped. “Ohmigod!” Inside the panties, she could see that the heavy lumps were actually two large plugs, molded to the crotch. And at the front of the crotch panel were rows of little knobs, like the bristles on a hairbrush only made of the same soft rubbery material as the panties; at the front the bristles were longer and fanned out into a small vee. Inside the bra were more bristles, and in the center of each cup, holes no bigger than the size of an erect nipple. Marta’s eyes widened as she continued to inspect the strange undergarments. “But I don’t understand. How is that a treat for you?” And pausing for barely a moment to consider the present, Marta’s last question was tinged with both delight and fear, “You want me to wear these?”
“Yes, I want you to wear them, little one. In fact, I want you to put them on right now. As for my treat, you’ll see. But now put them on so we can see how you look.” To herself, Elke added an evil thought, “… and how they make you feel.”
Slowly, Marta got to her feet. She had been wearing the simple tieback shift that Mistress required her to wear while working around the house. With no underwear, it left her bottom and pussy exposed so that Mistress could have access to them any time she wanted.
This made it easy for Elke to come up behind her and slip her hand between Marta’s thighs. She would gentle massage Marta’s lips, slide her fingers between the folds until she felt them moisten, and then Elke would slip one or two fingers into Marta’s vagina. When she was sure that Marta was enjoying the sensation, Elke would remove her hand and walk away, intent on leaving Marta frustrated and aching.
Sometimes, Marta would not be able to stop the sensations. Once in awhile she could quietly orgasm, holding in her emotions and privately savoring her moment or pleasure … but if she was too out of control, and Elke caught her having an orgasm, she was punished, with the riding crop across her bottom. Of course Elke knew that Marta craved the pain of the crop. The growing redness on Marta’s ass only intensified the contrasting feelings of pleasure in her vagina; and that would make Marta cum even more. So the beating would continue. Marta might have a dozen orgasms that way, but she would not sit down for several days after. The open-backed gown revealed rows of light purple lines on Marta’s ass, much to the amusement of Mistress Elke.
Marta was to wear the shift even when alone so that she would be constantly reminded that she was Mistress’ pet and available for her pleasure should Elke decide to come home without notice. Wearing underwear, even strange pieces like these, would be a rare treat. She had not worn a bra or panties of any sort since she moved into the house nearly a month ago.
Reaching behind her, Marta pulled the knot. Then rolling her shoulders forward, she let the shift fall to the ground. Despite the dark hair on her head, her skin was fair and her body childlike. Mistress had taken Marta to a salon and had her body waxed from her face to her toes. Not a single strand remained; no part had been spared the painful, tearing sensation of the hot wax. Her pubes stood out prominently, just like the day she was born. The wax treatment had served to heighten her nakedness, to establish how open, unprotected, and dependent she was. Deprived of everything, even the hair on her body, she was totally at the mercy of Mistress Elke.
Elke gazed at the naked Marta and the underwear in her hand. She knew what her toys would do to the girl, and she could feel her own wetness just thinking about it. Yes, she would enjoy this treat.
To be continued …