Where do I begin?

Chapter 14:

My bare back gleamed with my sweat as I squatted awkwardly in the hot late afternoon sun. I shifted my hips, writhing gently in an attempt to prevent the stinging pain from spreading deep into the dark pungent valley between the cheeks of my arse. With my hands clasped behind my back, my full breasts swung freely on my chest as I gasped and squirmed in pain, my naked weight feeling very heavy as it pressed down hard on the low wooden stool between Marie’s spread legs. She sat at her ease, her body cool and elegant, hardly sweating at all even in that heat, comfortable on her chair. I watched her as she drained her glass in one large mouthful, put it down on the table beside her, smiled at me, and slipped her gloved hands down over her smooth abdomen to the lips of her cunt.

She started to masturbate.

Apart from her black leather gloves, her panties - I wasn’t allowed any - and the heels that Marie had commanded that we both continue to wear we were both naked:

“Cherie, we are both sexy women, you and I. We must always look sexy for each other.”

That was okay for her. It was easy for her to look and feel sexy as she sat, poised and completely at her ease in her chair, looking down at me as I dripped with sweat, perched awkwardly on the hard low stool which was not much taller than my heels, so that I was all knees and elbows, and with the full, soft flesh of my arse cheeks squeezed between my hip bones and the hard wood. I certainly didn’t feel very sexy; I was just eighteen years of age and I merely felt very young and very naked and very vulnerable and very much in pain.

Marie smiled the lazy, sexy smile I’ve come to know and love:

“Cherie, spread your legs as wide as you can and push your belly forward. Let your own weight press your sweet young cunt on to the stool.”

With Marie I’m always a good, obedient girl. I took a deep breath, swallowed, and did as I was told, and I howled with the pain as I rocked my pelvis forward and my soft labia spread apart and my open virgin sex pressed down against the “obstructions” Marie had placed on the hard surface of the wood.

I started to cry.

But I’m getting ahead of myself; there is much to explain. Squatting on this stool was awkward, even embarrassing, and having to grasp one wrist with my other hand behind my back meant that I couldn’t cover my breasts or protect myself in any way, which was also certainly quite humiliating, but you will be wondering just what was so painful about my situation.

Well, dear reader, events had moved very quickly, in ways that I think you will find quite exciting. Even now, remembering all this makes me very wet between my legs.

It was in fact little more than an hour since Marie had introduced herself to me for the first time back in the student’s lounge, and already it seemed as though that had been the end of a previous life and the beginning of something completely new and wonderful. As she had driven us in her Jag, both of us virtually naked, to her secluded home by the coast for coffee, I had quickly found myself falling under her spell, and, she later told me, she under mine.

And as you may already know, my dear reader, this turned out to be no passing fancy; we both fell in love that afternoon, more or less at first sight, and even after all these years we’re still together, still in love, and we’re still a very dirty pair of extremely perverted lesbians. Read on!

We sat in silence, openly ogling each other’s bodies, as under Marie’s expert control the lovely old car swept off the freeway and turned down a series of progressively narrower roads for some miles until we fetched up on a smooth dirt track that ended at a pair of tall, narrow wooden gates set in a high wall. Marie stopped the car and suddenly looked very serious.

She turned to me:

“Cherie, this is my home. You are very welcome to come in and merely have that coffee I promised you. We can have a pleasant chat about Le Vintrou and Mazamet over dinner, and then I’ll take you back to town. Or you can take your off your father’s belt and take your panties off all together, and I’ll give you much more than just a coffee and a salad, but I’ll ask, non, I’ll demand much more from you in return.”

I didn’t hesitate. I closed my legs and my hands went straight to where my panties were bunched at the tops of my thighs, and with a smile at my beautiful companion I bent forward, and in one smooth movement, slid them all the way down my legs to my ankles. My breasts were crushed against the tops of my thighs as I bent forward to prevent the tiny crap of white cotton catching on my heels as I lifted both feet and suddenly, apart for my belt and sandals, I was naked.

Sitting up and twisting round, once again keeping my legs as straight as possible, I dropped my panties on the back seat. Turning back, and with my heart pounding, I leant forward and kissed Marie full on the mouth, the first time I’d ever kissed a woman, and I felt myself literally sink into the full, soft sweetness of her lips. I turned my head slightly to one side and pressed my mouth hard against hers, and with my pulse throbbing in my ears I felt her respond, part her lips, and slip her tongue into my mouth. My heart leapt in my throat and suddenly I was giddy with delight and desire and I moaned, and, awkward as it was in the front seats of even that beautiful big car, I slid my left arm behind her neck, placed my right hand on her hip, and pulled her towards me, pressing my naked body hard against hers.

We kissed and kissed, until we were both dizzy from our sudden lust and lack of oxygen. We pulled apart, our breasts rising and falling as our chests heaved and our lungs sucked in the cool air, redolent as it was with the combined scents of our dripping cunts. We breathed deeply, savouring the dirty smell of our sex, which filled the car with the heady aroma of our urgent needs. I moved forward again; our nipples gently touched; Marie’s full, mature breasts were pale against my youthful, dark areolas.

Wordlessly, Marie reached up for the remote and the gates swung silently open. The car purred forward and noiselessly the gates closed behind us, just as I undid the buckle of my Daddy’s belt, kissed it, and dropped it at my feet as we quietly entered the peaceful shade of Marie’s beautiful and exotic garden.

The car stopped. Marie slipped her feet into her shoes again, and with our arms round each other’s waists we clicked our way into the kitchen. I went to embrace her again, but Marie pushed me gently away.

“Non, non, Cherie. You must wait. It will be better, believe me,” and she pointed towards the pool.

“Wait there. A ristretto?”

“Double please.”

In all the weeks since I’d left my Daddy’s home in France I hadn’t had a decent cup of strong, black coffee. Marie smiled at me.

“Of course, you poor thing. The student coffee is just awful.”

So I went out to the chairs by the pool, which was just outside, and remembering my Daddy’s old-fashioned rules of etiquette about swimming pools, started to slip off my spike-heeled sandals as I reached the door, which was when Marie said:

“Non, non, Cherie. Keep your shoes on. They make your legs look fabulous. We are both sexy women, you and I. We must always look sexy for each other.”

So, still naked except for my sexy little sandals with the spiky heels, I sat politely by the table, feeling slightly shy, and suddenly very aware of my large breasts with their rather obvious, dark areolas, but in due course Marie appeared, still wearing only her little white lacy panties and her heels, carrying a tray with the tiny coffee cups, two glasses of chilled water, and a small plate of petite fours. She put the tray on the table and sat down beside me, keeping her back straight and her knees demurely together, and even as I drank in the wonderful sight of her beautiful breasts, displayed so close I could simply reach out and touch them, I couldn’t stop myself. I reached for my cup and downed the wonderfully bitter black, unsweetened coffee in one gulp and then sipped a little of the water.

Marie looked at me in some surprise, then smiled and said:

“Here, have mine too.”

The coffee was so wonderful, I didn’t care if I was being rude; I took the proffered cup and gulped it down too.

Sipping some more water I munched on one of the tiny sweetmeats; I was in heaven. I know I’m not actually French, but it was like being back home with my Daddy in France again, only now I was with this slightly strange but very beautiful woman with whom I could feel myself falling in love. I realised that this was no time to hesitate, or come over suddenly shy. To all intents and purposes I was naked in her garden, after all, and she was virtually naked too!

“Marie, I’ve been very rude, drinking your coffee like that, but please, take off your panties too. Let me see you naked.”

My heart leapt as she stood up beside me – was she going to strip for me right now? – but instead she simply turned to face me for a moment with her legs a little apart. Her panties were tight round her hips and the front and the crotch were completely transparent with her sexual fluids, the flimsy material hanging wet and heavy between her legs. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating.

“Of course, Cherie, you will see me naked, and much more, oui, of course, in the fullness of time, but please be patient. You can see that I am wet for you, but first I must put on a tiny little bit of more clothing, and get some things, but just for a moment, I promise, and then I will be naked for you. I will do it for you, but I will ask you first to do something for me, okay?”

Somewhat mystified by these cryptic remarks, but frankly mesmerised by this beautiful, sexy Frenchwoman, I could only agree, and I watched with great curiosity as she stepped back into her home and pulled a pair of black leather men’s gloves and a pair of large garden scissors out of a kitchen drawer. Unhurriedly, but with shaking hands, she pulled the gloves over her fingers, one by one, then, having buttoned them round her wrists, picked up a tiny child’s nursery stool and returned to stand in front of me. Stooping low, with hanging breasts and straight legs, she placed the stool at my feet.

As I watched, again unashamedly ogling her beautiful body. The act of bending over had released a small gush of her sexual fluids, which escaped from her panties where they were pressed tightly against her perineum by her actions, to trickle a little way down the insides of her thighs.  Then she stood up and, swinging her hips, walked purposefully round the corner of her house, returning in moments with two large handfuls of freshly cut dark green stemmed leafy plants in her gloved hands.

I watched her with mounting excitement and apprehension as she approached, each step deliberately heavy on her heels so that her hips, breasts, her whole upper body, swayed with each tread. With each footstep her panties leaked another little gush of her excitement onto the tops of her shining, wet thighs as they scissored past each other.

But my gaze was fixed on what she was carrying. I realised with a rush of deep foreboding that I recognised these dark green plants. They were in fact mature stinging nettles!

Obviously it didn’t take a genius to work out how things were likely to develop, and as she sexily sauntered towards me with her breasts swaying in time with each click of her heels, I was suddenly very aware of my nakedness and just how completely defenceless I was. I still have this sweet, wonderful, sexy feeling of defencelessness when I’m with my Marie; she can do anything she likes to me, but this was to be the first time anything like this had been done to me by a stranger - a woman - and I was nervous After all, I’d only known her for about an hour.

Now I know I was already accustomed to some pretty extreme kinds of deviant sexual activity with my Daddy, but I knew, loved, and trusted him. I still do, even when he’s performing the most unspeakably depraved and painful acts on my body, but back then I suddenly felt very alone and vulnerable; an eighteen year old girl on her own in a huge, distant country, far from home, naked, in a strange woman’s garden.

How would you have felt?

I sat by the table and looked up at Marie as she approached. She stopped close beside me, very tall with straight legs in her heels, and looked down into my eyes.

He cleared her throat and spoke.

“In the car you stripped completely for me, which is very exciting. Merci. But maybe now you’re not so sure, Cherie? Tell me, do you want this, or shall we just have dinner and then I’ll take you back to college?”

I sat up with my back very straight and my knees demurely together, (well, as demurely as it is possible to be when you’re stark naked), and with my hands in my lap I looked up at this beautiful, sexy, mature woman. I gazed up at her for what seemed many minutes, and that was when I realised that I was really falling in love. I simply couldn’t bear the thought of going back to my lonely student digs, but even more than that I couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing her, and of probably never seeing her again, or at least never having the opportunity of being her friend and lover and submissive plaything.

I knew that I had to stay with her and fulfil the bargain I’d made when I stripped at her request in her car!

I coughed and swallowed, and then with a nervous smile I straightened my back, and thrusting my large breasts towards my hostess, said:

“I want to stay. Please tell me what I have to do to stay with you.”

With the two handfuls of nettles held carefully between our breasts, but not touching, and her legs straight and slightly parted, she leant over me and kissed my upturned mouth long and hard. My head swam again as our hearts started to beat loudly in our chests and I straightened my back even more to press my lips hard against hers. With a sudden shock our tongues touched: an electric moment.

Breathlessly we stopped kissing, and Marie giggled and stood up, looking at me over her eyeglasses and posing sexily in front of me like a corny porno-star schoolteacher.

“Cherie, it’s easy. All you have to do is sit down on this little stool, but first I will lay these plants across it.”

And with the stool at my feet she carefully laid the leafy nettle stems across it. Then she took me by the hand as I stood up and guided me round it so that the stool was just behind me and I was standing facing her chair with my feet together. Then, taking both my hands, she sat down on her chair and gently pulled me down as she did so. With my thighs pressed together I slowly bent my knees and gingerly I too sat down, my body sinking lower and lower until I felt my bare arse brush against the stool and the waiting nettles.

The first barb entered my flesh and a cold sweat washed over me as, with an uncontrollable start I jerked upwards a little, away from the evil, stinging pain that had assaulted me. Still holding my hands, Marie looked into my eyes and with a wistful smile, said:

“Please, Cherie. Be brave for me.”

I had to do this. I wanted to do this, for both of us. I wanted to do it for Marie because she wanted me to, and I wanted to do it for myself because…. I needed the pain.

It was weeks since my Daddy had last whipped me, both of us naked in his garden in France, and I had had no kind of sexual torture since then – I’d quickly discovered that merely masturbating didn’t cut it for me any more after the kind of things I’d been through that summer – and at the thought that it was now or never I shut my eyes tight and I was squatting down again, pressing my bare arse hard against the stool, squeezing the wicked, stinging stems with my full body weight as hard as I could between my soft full flesh and the unyielding wooden surface of the stool.

I howled with the sudden pain and felt my heart start to pound and my eyes start to water. I frantically sucked air into my lungs, my breasts rising and falling; my shallow breath hissing in and out through my nose as I clamped my teeth shut. I wasn’t going to give in and start screaming.

Well, not just yet, anyway.

I was in pain and I was in love, in love with this wicked, beautiful woman who could so effortlessly inflict such atrocities on my admittedly willing body. She just sat there, at her ease, still holding my hands as she savoured my pain and revelled in my obedience. I looked deep into her eyes and kept my back straight, offering Marie my breasts as I started to writhe gently on the stool. I was once again a willing participant in my own humiliation, deliberately allowing myself to be hurt, but this time not for my Daddy’s pleasure, but for Marie’s sexual delight - as well, I had to admit to myself, to satisfy my own driving sexual depravity! 

But make no mistake; deliberately sitting down on a bunch of nettles when you’re naked hurts - a lot - and even though my body was now covered in sweat, I realised that in my excitement and panic and confusion I was rocking back and forth, simultaneously trying to spread the stinging pain across more of my soft, delicate skin, and at the same time trying to escape from the torment which was filling my mind and my body, and more specifically assaulting the cheeks of my bare arse.

For a moment my salt sweat seemed to make the pain worse, then I thought that perhaps I was becoming used to it, or that perhaps the evil nettles had stung me so much that I was becoming numb, inured against the pain, but either way I realised that I was becoming slightly more able to tolerate my situation, and in fact I was beginning to be able to control the pain, pushing it away from the core of my being so that it was no longer the centre of my focus but rather was at the edge of my perception.

Marie smiled at me and let go my hands. Then she said:

“Good girl. You’re getting used to it. Sit up very straight and put your hands behind your back and hold one of your wrists tightly with your other hand.”

She looked at me over her eyeglasses, once again for all the world like a benign, porno-star schoolteacher.

“Don’t cheat, Cherie.”

I wouldn’t have dared.

And that, my dear reader, was where we came in; where I started this dirty little tale of pain, degradation, humiliation, and filthy lesbian sex, by squatting naked on a tiny stool with my sweat dripping from me.

Are you finding it exciting so far? I hope so. Maybe you should loosen some of your clothing; go on, allow yourself access to the more private and interesting parts of your body. I freely and happily admit that I become very wet and excited when I remember all these tales from years gone by. It’s summer and I’m naked in our garden as I write this, and believe me; it is absolutely my pleasure to write these tales down for you. One of my main reasons for writing them is for your “enjoyment”.

So go on, I do want you to masturbate for me, or even better, have your lover masturbate you as you both read my words together, and if my memories excite you so much that you cum at the end then I’m a very happy woman. I’ll cum too!

Really!

So Marie sat back in her chair, and still wearing only her heels, her sopping wet panties, and her leather gloves, picked up her glass of now not so chilled water and drained it in one gulp, and even though her hand was still shaking slightly, placed it carefully on the table beside her. With a smile at me, she said:

“Pour tu, cherie,” and she lifted herself off her seat just enough to slip her soaking panties down her thighs and over her knees, leaving streaks of her sweet, shiny wetness on her legs as she went, and let them drop to her ankles. She picked up her feet one at a time, to free the tiny scrap of dripping wet lace, which, to my surprise, she then squeezed and wiped all over her breasts before dropping it neatly on the ground beside her. The smell of her sex on her excited, overheated body was overwhelming!

Then she spread her legs and firmly started to feel her cunt with her hands, stroking and squeezing her labia with her gloved fingers.

And that was when she shifted her hips, smiled her lazy, sexy smile, and instructed me to spread my legs and to rock my pelvis forward so as to deliberately press my own cunt down into the small pile of stinging nettles on which I was squatting.

I watched her fingers move faster on her sex and I obeyed her command. With my hands still clasped behind my back I stretched my legs straight out in front of me and then, keeping them straight, spread them as wide apart as I could so that they formed a very shallow Y with the rest of my body, struggling to keep my body still as new areas of the backs of my poor thighs came into contact with the nettles.

With my eyes darting up and down between Marie’s eyes and her masturbating fingers, I nodded, as much to myself as to my mistress, and thrust my hips out behind me and pushed my smooth belly forward, leaning far forward, my full, unfettered breasts hanging freely from my chest, until I felt first my pubic hair, and then my virgin cunt, brush against the stinging plants that were already tormenting me.

Just as when I had first sat down, with a grunt deep in my throat I started involuntarily, jerking my whole body upwards, away from the pain, my breasts bouncing in my panic. I was suddenly soaked in sweat. Then, with a deep breath, I spread my legs even more and pushed my hips forward as far as I could. Forcing a smile for Marie, I very slowly and very deliberately let my full weight press my cunt hard against the smooth wood of the tiny stool. My weight forced my labia to spread apart and my young, sweet cunt was defenceless, pink and moist, my pubic hair absolutely no protection whatsoever, as my own actions laid my delicate, naked sex open to the devastating attack of the evil plants.

The backs of both my thighs were already on fire where I sat on the nettles; as I leant forward with my legs spread so widely, the weight of the soft flesh of my thighs crushed the hard nettle stems, bending them sharply over the edge of the nursery stool, releasing even more of their saps and poisons to spread themselves over my shrinking flesh, and as I moved the leaves sprang up one by one between my legs and softly brushed the insides of my thighs too, so that the pain spread all over the fleshy backs and sides of the tops of my legs; all of my groin and arse was on fire. My nose was suddenly blocked as I cried. I coughed to clear my throat, clamped my mouth bravely shut, and I felt my tears trickle noiselessly down my cheeks.

But that was nothing. With a sudden deep stab of pain and a moment of real fear I felt the soft leaves and the harder stems press against my open cunt and enter my defenceless body, immediately unleash their wickedness deep inside me. I screamed and pulled myself back, frantically, but it was too late. It didn’t stop the pain. Once you’re stung, you’re stung! And, believe me, you stay stung!

Through stinging, reddened eyes full of salt sweat and salt tears I saw Marie’s hands become a blur of wet, shining black leather as she fiercely groped her own dripping cunt. She was thrusting forward with her hips and her upper body started rocking forward and back, her full breasts pushed together by her upper arms as her hands squeezed and stroked her labia. She started to moan, and in her lust started to spank herself, actually spanking her own cunt as she stared at me with wide eyes. Without her panties the smell from her naked sex was almost overwhelming; I could hear the wet, slapping sound as she punished herself with her gloved hands. I could taste her excitement!

Suddenly I felt as I had when my Daddy had become very excited when he was whipping me, with his big, erect cock bobbing in front of his naked body. I realised that although I was obediently following orders, I was in fact in control.

My actions were exciting Marie. My obedience was exciting her. My fear was exciting her. My pain was exciting her.

I had to continue.

So I steeled myself, and looked deep into her eyes, but the pain was suddenly all too much and I started to cry, sobbing uncontrollably.

Then with a scream I once again pushed my pain-wracked groin forward, thrusting my raw, aching body downwards, hard into the nettles, rocking myself back and forward, back and forward, bending my body forward against the tightened muscles of my straightened legs, anything and everything to obey, to force the deceptively soft leaves deep inside me, to violate me, to torture me, to destroy me!

I gazed lovingly at my beautiful, demanding mistress as she pleasured herself as she watched me subject myself to her wishes, watched her excitement rise as a result of my unspoken agreement to torture myself as a human animal for her pleasure. She furiously masturbated herself with no pretence of style or elegance. Her legs were spread as wide as a human woman’s legs will spread. She was thrusting her bruised and abused cunt towards my face. Her gloved hands were a shining, blur of wet black leather as she continued to brutally attack herself in her frenzy.

I couldn’t resist. Even lost as I was in the hell of my self-inflicted agony I couldn’t resist.

With my hands still clasped behind my back and my hanging breasts swinging wildly, I pushed myself forward as far as I could and forced my face in between Marie’s flailing fingers and pushed my tongue as deep inside her throbbing cunt as I could. I flicked the tip of my tongue against the edge of her hymen – remember that, bizarrely, even now, Marie and I are still “technically” virgins – and then simple flattened my tongue to make as much contact inside her body as possible. She shrieked with delight and slammed her thighs shut on my head, pulling my face hard against her dripping sex and rocking both our bodies violently as her excitement overwhelmed her.

With each thrust of her hips I felt her soaking cunt smear her fluids all over my face, all over my mouth and chin; her excitement dripped down onto my breasts. She was lifting me almost bodily off my stool and allowing me to fall back down onto the battered and bruised pile of nettles, my full weight landing repeatedly on my spread and expose cunt, brutally squeezing it time after time against the pile nettles, which bruised and battered as it was had nevertheless lost none of its power to hurt. In fact, if anything, the nettles were even more effective as my weight crushed them and the leaves, shiny with my sexual fluids and my sweat, smeared my thighs, arse-cheeks, and cunt with a sticky mess of my own fluids and their wicked, pale green venom. 

Which was when my pain really took over as I felt the deceptively soft and broken leaves gently brush my hymen and the tip of my urethra, felt them flatten themselves hard against the soft inner walls of my already tortured labia, and then, with another scream – or was it still the same scream, my earlier resolution of silence had long since gone, and I was by now endlessly howling my pain into the warm, late afternoon air of Marie’s exotic garden - I felt the tiny barbs unleash their wicked poison in my most special place, in the beautiful, secret core of my deviant and depraved sexuality, the very tip of my clitoris.

In my sudden agony I simply had to wrench my head free from the thrusting, sexual prison of Marie’s soft thighs, and sit bolt upright, my chest heaving as I gasped for breath and I continually rocked back and forth and howled and wept, with my hands still clasped behind my back and my breasts swaying wildly; they were actually bouncing on my chest as I made myself – no! - as I forced myself to still follow the instructions of my beautiful mistress. Despite, or was it because of, the pain engulfing my thighs and groin, and the hellish stinging agony deep inside the most private and sensitive parts of my body, I continued to obediently make the nettles sting me time and time again, all over my thighs, arse, and especially, deep in the virgin moistness of my sweet, eighteen-year-old cunt.

There was absolutely no way I could force all this pain to the edge of my consciousness; I simply threw my head back and howled my anguish to the sky.

Then, unbelievably, it got worse!

Some time later, after I’d been caned, and when Marie and I were gently, lovingly, cleaning me up and repairing some of the havoc we’d wreaked on my young body, we worked out what had happened deep inside me.

Unsurprisingly, as I’ve already described, the nettles themselves had become very bruised and damaged as I slid around on my bare arse and rocked back and forth on them, and many, if not most, of the leaves had torn free from their stiffer stems, which are, of course, also covered with the same evil, stinging poison barbs. Two or three of these thick stems, released from their clinging leaves, had sprung free and whipped up inside me, hitting the inside of my cunt as I rocked back and forwards.

In effect I’d repeatedly rubbed my by now erect clitoris against these hard, barb-encrusted poisonous stems.

Unlike the softer leaves, which wilted quite quickly - although they certainly lost none of their power to hurt me - these harder, almost woody, stems had stayed quite stiff, as had my poor, over stimulated clitoris, so the stems and my sex were pressed firmly together as I rubbed myself against them as they unleashed their poisons into the most sensitive organ in my body. So whilst rubbing my clitoris so frantically made me deliriously excited with a purely animal sexuality, at the same time the very same actions were causing me great pain; in fact the most appalling pain I’d ever experienced at that tender age.

All I knew at the time was that simultaneously a wave of uncontrollable lust swept through me at the same time as a sudden stab of acute, relentless agony that seemed to start deep inside cunt and my womb and grew and grew until it seemed to spread out all over my poor, abused body. Talk about confusing signals! Without warning I went into a kind of rigid spasm, and even thought I kept rocking back and forth – that had become a kind of automatic motor action by this time – I suddenly threw back my head, arched my back, and stared straight up to the blue, cloudless sky without really seeing it.

Then my diaphragm kind of flipped, and although I wasn’t really sick, like the time when I choked on my Daddy’s cock, my mouth suddenly filled with the bitter, acid taste of the two cups of coffee I’d recently drunk, and, still staring sightlessly up at the sky, I opened my mouth to violently cough, my whole body shuddering, and all this black coffee came erupting up out of me, spraying back down onto my face and all over my chin and my throat before it dripped messily down over and between my wildly swaying breasts, spraying Marie and trickling down my gleaming, sweating stomach and abdomen.

The entire front of my body, from my face down to right down between my open legs was a dark, sticky, mess, streaked with coffee, (and, let’s face it, who knows what else) my sweat, Marie’s sexual fluids, and my tears.

I recovered, but sat hunched at Marie’s feet and wept uncontrollably, a naked, pain-wracked, filthy mess. Even my dripping nose was running all over my upper lip, the salty taste making cough up even more coffee. I was just a little girl again. All I could do was sit there, naked and filthy, and quietly sob.

Maybe I wasn’t so much in control after all! 

Then, in the midst of my complete and abject humiliation it was Marie, or rather Marie’s orgasm that came to my rescue.

Through the turmoil of my internal and external chaos I was aware of her starting to scream too, a deep guttural scream that started low in her chest, ripped its way out through her throat, and which, when it escaped from her body through her wide gaping mouth, was a, primitive, primeval ululation, rising and falling for all the world like some wild animal shouting its triumph to the world. The hair rose on the back of my neck and my problems were forgotten as my eyes fixed on my beautiful companion as her black leather clad fingers brutally punished the lips of her sex and she pushed her gaping cunt right in my face. Wide-eyed I watched as her abdomen suddenly contracted, her buttocks clenched, lifting her bodily off the chair on which she had slid down and was now half reclining, and then, deep inside her open sex, I watched her muscles spasm time after time, and her fluids positively spray from her ecstatic body, filling my mouth and dripping down the front of my body, replacing some of the disgusting mess I’d made on myself with her sweet and oh-so-welcome sexual fluids.

My lady had honoured me with the gift of her orgasm, her sweet waters making me hers, forever. Even through the hell of the pain of the nettles I was sitting on, tormenting my tight little virgin cunt, when I closed my eyes and tasted her sex and breathed in its sweet, sweet smell as it rose from where it warmed on my face, in my mouth, and on my chin, breasts and stomach, I was in heaven. I straightened my back, proudly displaying to my mistress where she had marked me as hers when she sprayed my willing body in her uncontrollable animal ecstasy.

Yes, dripping wet and covered in what some would call a disgusting mess (some people will never learn) I felt proud, in the same way as I had when my Daddy had cum all over me when the excitement of whipping me had got too much for him and even with his hands nowhere near his cock he’d orgasmed uncontrollably, so it was with Marie. The sight of my happy acceptance of my helpless degradation, asking nothing for myself other than the privilege of offering my complete obedience to her sadistic instructions, and my compliance with the resultant complete, messy humiliation had brought her to a shattering orgasm. She told me later that it was the most exciting thing she’d ever seen.

But all that philosophical stuff came later. I tortured myself for Marie and revelled in her complete abandon as she orgasmed all over me. I made her cum.

I did that! Who wouldn’t feel proud?

So, my dear reader, that was the first time I made my Marie cum as a result of my submissive obedience. I hope I made you cum too. It would be very exciting for me to hear exactly how you enjoyed this, and the rest of the dirty little memories I’m writing down. If you like you can write and tell me which bits of the story you liked best – I’m writing these memoirs as truthfully as I can remember, but I can always emphasise things you like, there are so many different aspects of these experiences to be considered.  

You will have observed that whilst Marie certainly had an orgasm, on this occasion I didn’t, and you won’t be surprised to know that I very much wanted one; let’s face it, I always want one. But as well as being an extraordinarily beautiful woman, Marie is an intelligent, caring, and considerate lover and friend, and being a woman, she has an even better idea of how to satisfy my sexual needs than my Daddy does. (Yes, he and I still occasionally take our pleasure together – Marie sometimes helps too!)

Anyway, chapter 15 describes how she very soon gave me first of many orgasms at her hands (and other implements - LOL).

You may also have noticed that although I kept offering them to her, Marie more or less ignored my breasts, which disappointed me ‘cos as you know I’m rather proud of them, but as she said when I tried to embrace her in the kitchen that first time, it’s better if you wait. So it proved, and as her treatment of my breasts later that same evening played a big part in cementing our loving relationship forever, I will happily accept that my mistress knows best. And as you know, we’re still together.

I hope you will find it as exciting, or maybe even more exciting than this episode, because I firmly believe that free, unfettered, unrestricted sex, the dirtier the better, of course - whatever it is that floats your boat - is one of the greatest things we thinking human animals have.

Let’s enjoy it!

With love,

Canz