...aaand here's the rest of it. Not as long as many of the stories I've read and enjoyed (never mind some of the epics on the site, but that's another story) but it felt like a complete story in itself. Also, releasing it in shorter sections... Well, maybe the next time around. Once again, many thanks for all the feedback - and I hope the conclusion lives up to the expectations. Whether it does or doesn't, whether you liked it or not, any and all feedback is welcome.
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Endure
Mila rose up. Mistress tugged at her leash.
“Follow me.”
She was led forward. They turned this way and that - Mistress was leading her in circles, but then again, she didn’t care. In her own private darkness, she was going to go Mistress was leading her. After a few more turns Mistress stopped her. She took hold of Mila’s shoulders and gently guided her to lean her back against a wall
“You are a lovely, wonderful girl, my dear - and you are mine.”
She felt Mistress’ hands on her breasts. Mistress fondled them, playing with her nipples - drawing a gasp from Mila. Her knees felt weak and she was grateful for the wall she could lean against.
Suddenly, she felt a nipple clamp close on her nipple. Mila moaned into her gag and flinched before remembering to stand still. Mistress pulled on the clamp, twisting Mila’s nipple and then clamped her other nipple. The chain between the clamps clinked slightly and Mila could feel Mistress pulling on the chain.
“Endure this. I know you can. For me.”
Mila tried to rise to her toes to ease the pull on her nipples, but Mistress merely raised the chain higher - before letting it fall back down, the shock making Mila gasp. Mistress hooked a finger around the D-ring in Mila’s collar and used it to push her back against the wall.
“I know you can endure this. I am not dissatisfied with you. Far from it, I can’t put into words how happy you make me and how proud I am of you. I love you and I love it that you are mine”, Mistress said. Then she leaned closer to whisper into Mila’s ear.
“You are mine and I want you to endure this. I know you can do it. For me”, she said and began to pull on the chain once again.The pain made Mila wince, but she wouldn’t have tried to get away or ask Mistress to stop even if she’d been able to. She was hers, hers to do as she wished. If she wished that Mila endure this, endure it she would. To please her Mistress.
Hand touched her labia, a sudden reminder just how wet and turned on she was. The light touch made her entire crotch catch fire. The pain from the nipples and the pleasure from Mistress’ fingers in her pussy - amplified because of her sightlessness - clashed in her, enhancing each other. Mila’s knees nearly buckled and she fought to keep her balance.
Mistress dropped the chain - and picked it up again. She did this several times, while her other hand kept caressing Mila’s pussy. Mila ached for Mistress to slide her fingers inside, desperately wished she’d do it, wanted to grind her pussy against Mistress’ hand, but she fought to keep still, trembling with arousal, frustration, pain and effort.
“Do you want to cum, beautiful”, Mistress asked. Mila moaned and nodded her head.
“Are you going to cum without my permission?” Mila shook her head.
“Good girl.”
Mistress removed her hand from Mila’s crotch. The bound woman couldn’t stop a groan escaping from her gagged lips. She wanted to cum, oh how much she wanted to cum… but it wasn’t hers to decide when it would happen. If Mistress wanted her to wait, she’d wait.
Mistress stepped back and tugged on the leash. The nipple clamp chain moved at the same time - Mistress must have looped it over the leash. She pulled gently, beckoning Mila to follow her.
“You are such a wonderful girl, my dear. So beautiful, talented, obedient… You make me very, very proud. I love you, my pretty”, Mistress told Mila as they walked through the house, lavishing praise on her. The words filled Mila with joy. That this lovely woman thought so much of her made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, further stoking the fire burning in her loins.
They walked to the bedroom. Mistress walked behind Mila and wrapped her arms around her, her hands settling on Mila’s breasts.
“Do these hurt”, she asked, tweaking the nipple clamps. Stifling yet another moan, Mila nodded.
“You’ve endured it well. You’re making me proud”, Mistress cooed in her ear, still playing with the clamps.
“Am I being cruel?”
Mila shook her head.
“Would it matter if I was?”
Mila shook her head again. She lightly pushed her body against Mistress’, wanting to feel this wonderful woman with every inch of her skin. She could feel the leather bustier Mistress was wearing, the thin chains that adorned it and the Mistress’ warm, smooth skin.
“Good girl.”
As gently as she could, Mistress eased the clamps off. The blonde couldn’t help moaning as sensation rushed back to her nipples. Mistress gently massaged her breasts to ease the pain.
“You followed all the rules, so no spanking today. You even remembered the phone. I kind of wished I’d get to spank you, but, maybe some other time.”
If Mistress had asked, Mila would have eagerly given her permission to be spanked. Now, she could only stand there and feel Mistress’ hands leave her breasts to head down her body, toward her dripping wet pussy.
The fingers stopped millimeters from her labia, reminding Mila just how much she wanted to cum - and how little say she had in when it was going to happen. Try as she did to stand still, she couldn’t help writhing and moaning as the feather-light fingertips danced around her mound.
“My lovely, wonderful, beautiful girl. My lovely toy”, Mistress cooed, her lips brushing against Mila’s earlobe.
“Do you want to cum, my dear?”
Mila nodded her head, moaning into her gag.
“In due time, beautiful. In due time. You are mine. My toy.”
As cruel as the words may have sounded - especially with the constant, relentless teasing - Mila felt nothing but love for her Mistress. She was hers, hers to do as she wished, her toy to play with… and Mila wanted to be nothing else.
Time
Mistress’ hand withdrew from Mila’s pussy, drawing a disappointed sigh from Mila. Mistress walked around her and grabbed the leash.
“Follow.”
This time, they walked only a few steps to Mila’s bed.
“Kneel.”
Once Mila was on her knees, Mistress sat on the bed in front of her. Gently, she peeled the tape from Mila’s lips, pulling the panties out at the same time.
“Make me cum, my lovely.”
Mila leaned forward, her lips finding Mistress’ wet labia. She kissed it … twice… three times… started licking. Trying her best to ignore the burning need in her own pussy, Mila concentrated on her task. She heard Mistress gasp, then moan as her tongue found its way inside, searching for the clit.
Mistress lay on her back on the bed, her legs wrapped around Mila’s head. The blonde kept licking, driving her Mistress closer and closer to an orgasm… and finally reaching it. Mistress came, trembling and screaming, once again pushing Mila’s head to her pussy.
When Mistress rose from the bed, she leaned down to kiss Mila.
“You are so wonderful, my love. So very wonderful. And now it is your turn. Rise.”
Mistress unlocked Mila’s handcuffs. Then she guided the blindfolded girl to the bed, laying her on her back and guiding her arms toward the corners of the bed. With practiced hands, she wrapped leather cuffs around each wrist, then repeating the procedure with her legs. Mila was spread open in the center of the bed. She heard Mistress circle the bed, making sure that each cuff was tight enough. Then she walked to the foot of the bed.
“I can’t get over how adorable you are. My obedient, lovely girl. I love you so much.” Mila could picture Mistress standing there, looking down at her spread open, vulnerable body. She could almost feel the gaze pass along her skin.
“Wait for me. I know you can. For me”, Mistress said walked out of the room, leaving her tied up on the bed. She tested the bonds, finding she had very little mobility in any of her limbs. Deprived of her sight, she could feel the soft, warm sheets she was lying on. Without conscious thought, she started to writhe on the bed, move her body what little she could… which made the friction of the sheets against her skin just one more caress. Her pussy felt dripping wet and burning hot at the same time, desperate for any touch - which she wasn’t able to do.
She was snapped out of her thoughts as Mistress climbed on the bed, getting on all fours astride Mila.
“Miss me?”
Mila nodded.
“You’re not gagged. You may speak.”
“Yes, Mistress, I missed you.”
A kiss, quick little peck, too quick for Mila to respond.
“I missed you too, my beautiful.”
Another kiss, a little longer, ending in Mistress’ tongue flicking over Mila’s lips.
“You have been a very good girl. Do you want to know what happens to good girls?”
A third kiss, this one long enough for Mila to respond.
“I am yours, Mistress. Your toy. Yours to do as you wish.”
Mistress laughed softly. “So lovely.” Mila felt a hand between her breasts. It started to glide slowly, slowly down her tummy. Fingers danced on her skin, tracing invisible patterns on it, leaving goosebumps in their wake, at times barely touching her - stoking Mila’s arousal as they got closer to her pussy.
Mila pulled at her restraints, trying to move her body to meet the fingers. She no longer could stay still even if she wanted. Her frustrated craving was fighting her will for control. She whined as the fingers stopped momentarily.
“Please, Mistress…”
“Soon, my darling.”
Fingers traveled up and down her slit, only adding more fire to the furnace within Mila.
“Please…”
The only response was a kiss. Mistress’ tongue slipped into Mila’s mouth as her fingers slid inside Mila. She moaned into Mistress’ mouth. She no longer knew - or cared - how long it had been since she’d locked the cuffs on herself in the empty wardrobe. Her sense of time had left the building. The bed was her entire world, the searing hot desire in her loins all she could think of. Mistress’ fingers inside her worked their magic, fanning the flames - but avoiding the spot that desperately craved their touch.
“Please…” Mila would have screamed had she been able to. As it was, her pleas were barely audible. She pulled at her restraints, trying to both contain the inferno building within her and seeking for a way to release it. She felt Mistress’ fingers in her pussy, rubbing her clit, Mistress’ body atop hers, Mistress’ breath on her face.
“Do you want to cum, my beautiful?”
“Yes…” Mila managed to say
“Ask me for permission.”
“Please… Mistr… ess… please… may I… cummm…”
Mistress kissed her.
“Yes, you may. Cum for me, my darling. Cum for me now.”
Mila’s entire body went rigid. The white-hot blaze in her pussy disintegrated, the heat flooding her body, consuming her, erupting out of her mouth in a wordless scream of pleasure. In Mila’s private darkness, the world lit up in all colors of the rainbow.
The orgasm went on and on and on, Mistress hugging Mila’s convulsing body - until Mila finally fell back on the bed, still gasping for breath.
“My lovely darling”, she barely heard Mistress say. Then, for Mila, there was just the softness of the bed, the unyielding grip of the restraints, the darkness of the blindfold and the feeling of Mistress laying next to her, arms wrapped around her.
Mila lay still. The orgasm had left her boneless. She felt Mistress untie her, first her ankles, then her wrists. With gentle hands, Mistress laid her arms beside her. Then she kissed Mila on the lips. The brief, warm peck was followed by a finger pressed on Mila’s lips.
“Shush, lovely. Rest now. When you’re ready, you may get up, but keep the blindfold on until you get to your clothes. For me. Don’t worry, they’re still right where you left them.”
Mistress kissed Mila on her forehead.
“My beautiful, lovely, adorable, talented, obedient girl. I love you. Bye.”
Mistress got up and walked out of the room. A few moments later Mila heard the door close, signaling that Mistress had left.
Mila lay on the bed for a good while. As always after these sessions, she was totally spent, her body drained of energy - but also of tension and worry. She was in no hurry. Lying there, she replayed the session in her head. As she did it, she started to absentmindedly caress her breasts. The nipples were still a tiny bit sore from the clamps, but that did nothing to deter her. Her breathing started to become ragged as her right hand found its way to her still-wet pussy. Moaning, she slid two fingers inside her, finding her tender clit. The orgasm wasn’t the kind of reality-rending explosion Mistress had given her, but it wasn’t necessary. The gentle, rolling climax was plenty. As her breathing settled, she sat up on the bed and swung her legs to the floor.
She rose up and headed toward the door leading to the kitchen. As she felt her way forward, she couldn’t help smiling, knowing that Mistress was probably getting all hot and bothered at the thought of Mila walking blindfolded through the house. She made her way through the living room, into the hallway. There, her hands found the chair she’d left her clothes on. Sighing contentedly, Mila reached behind her head and unbuckled the blindfold. Squinting, she dropped the blindfold on the table, took her phone out of the purse and turned it on.
Switch
A week later, Mila opened the door and stepped inside. Closing it, she noticed the purse on a table and a pile of clothes on the adjacent chair. She took out her phone, looked up a name in the contacts and, having found what she was looking for, tapped the dial icon. A melodious ringtone rang from within the purse. Mila hung up, turned off her phone and left it on the table beside the purse. She took off her coat, revealing knee-high boots with high heels, fishnet stockings held up with a garter belt, black leather underbust corset and elbow-length gloves. She stuck her hand in the pocket of her overcoat and pulled out a black cat mask. She put it on and hung up her coat on the rack.
She walked through the house slowly and with an exaggerated swagger, her steps ringing out on the hardwood floor, making her way through the house to a door that was open a tiny crack. She pulled the door open and looked into the dimly-lit room. There, near the back wall, standing with her back to the door stood a slim woman. She was completely nude, her chestnut hair falling midway down her back, partially obscuring the Japanese-style tattoo that ran on both sides of her spine from her neck to the small of her back. Her hands were locked behind her back with shiny steel handcuffs. The leather straps of the blindfold and the gag were buckled around her head.
“Hello there, my darling”, Mila said. “My my, you look adorable.” She took a moment to admire the sight. “Turn around.”
The woman did. Mila smiled as she noted the woman’s erect nipples and the wetness between her legs. “Come here.”
The woman walked toward her. Mila held out a hand to stop her.
“You’re beautiful. Oh, so beautiful. I am so fortunate to have you. Will you be mine”, Mila asked. The woman nodded. Mila clipped a leash on her collar. Giving the leash a gentle tug, Mila pulled the woman forward until their faces almost touched.
“You look lovely. Oh, how lovely indeed. You make me happy”, Mila said and kissed the woman on the gag. She then leaned forward so her lips were right next to the woman’s ear. “However, you forgot to turn off your phone. You know what that means.”
The woman nodded. Mila kissed her on the gag again.
“I love you. Come with me”, she said, gently leading the bound, gagged and blindfolded brunette out of the wardrobe. This week, it was her turn to visit her lover. This week, it was her turn to be Mistress.
