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SABINA
Chapter 2 – The Sub’.
Visiting Miss Anne
By
Sabina
The plane
touched down causing my heart to race because I was here at last. A few slow
breaths, struggling to stay calm. The
situation was a long way from being settled and I might just be on a plane
home, disappointed, in a few hours. As I walked along the jet way I reviewed
the steps she had outlined. Several hotels had been selected ahead of time,
scouted by Miss Anne for price and location. I glanced down at the list and
made my way over to the courtesy phones, heart still hammering like a drum.
Picking up the
phone I reviewed the plan. Get to the hotel, register, eat and then try to
settle in for the night. Tomorrow I had to be at the mall at
But she had
insisted, insisted that safety and a proper approach was vital to us both. In
spite of my eagerness, I had to agree. Better to be safe, no matter how hard
the wait might be to tolerate. I don't think I slept at all, staring at the
ceiling wondering, squirming. I must have teased myself to orgasm six times
before the sun finally peeked through the window. The cab ride was interminable;
it seemed to take hours. I wanted to poke the driver with a sharp pencil every
time he slowed down for a yellow light. Finally we were there and I scampered
into the mall only to discover I was at the wrong end! That ass-brained driver
had put me on the far side from the food court!
Twisting and
slipping through the crowd I glanced at the clock,
A moment
passed, I could feel my knees trembling, my throat constricting. This was a risk,
no doubt about that. I knew the moment I saw her that she would be able to take
me. At a word I would follow her anywhere.
Swallowing softly, my hands wandered nervously
over the black leather of my coat and the fuzzy white turtleneck underneath. Nipples
stiffening as a flush crept over my cheeks, going bra-less and panty-less had
seemed sluttish and daring but now I just felt very exposed. The leather pants
I wore suddenly felt very tight, very revealing. The supple leather caressed
and outlined the tightly rounded little curves of my bottom under my coat. One
step at a time, that's it, left foot, right foot and I’m beside the table.
Carefully my
eyes looked her over as she smiled warmly up at me. The smile was captivating,
almost hypnotic, but I had to resist, at least for now. Settling hesitantly
into the chair across from her I managed a smile of my own, hoping it was cute
but more likely it was nervous.
“Well hi, you made it, are you OK?” she
asked.
“Yes” I whispered “Mistress”.
“I think until we sort things out and
while we’re in public you should just call me Anne. Is that clear?” It was not a question and for the first time
I could see that glimmer in her eyes, the steel of a Domme who was to be obeyed
or else. As she spoke she lifted the scarf from around her throat to giving me
a glimpse of the black leather underneath.
And just as quickly the scarf was tucked in and the moment was gone.
With a warm smile she asked how I liked my coffee.
Nervously I sipped at what was offered,
squirming in the chair, trying to stay calm and at least appear in control.
After a little while the tension eased some and she slid a plain white envelope
across the table to me. Without even looking inside I knew it was the promised
half of the trip money. She had insisted that it was only fair and I was not
one to object. A short walk later and she ordered us both lunch. I could barely
eat any of the salad. We talked, I managed to make her laugh a few times and
then finally she asked.
“Are you feeling that you can trust me
enough to get in my car and come home with me?”
I had to take a breath and control myself
to keep from squealing as my eyes locked on hers, “Yes please!”
As we slipped into the car she handed me a
pair of handcuffs. “Fasten one around your left wrist and then just hold the
other one. It’s a fifteen minute drive
to my home and I will tell you five minutes before we get there. If you want to come in and see what develops
then you will snap the other cuff around your right wrist. If that doesn’t happen then I will drive you
to the nearest place you can hail a taxi because the “trust factor” will not
have happened.”
It was all I could do to keep myself from
cuffing both wrists right then and there. But always trust and safety were the
words that Miss Anne insisted on. When she said it was time I looked up and
instantly secured the other cuff, watching the hint of a smile cross her soft
lips.
“I will abuse you but I will not abuse
your trust Sabina; do you believe that?”
”Yes Mistress”
“Good, then let the fun begin!”
We entered the house, I tried to see
everything at once, half expecting a dungeon complete with cells and an in
house leather maker to keep up with demands. I nodded as she gave instructions,
slipping off the handcuffs as she smiled and explained they were merely a prop.
I debated stripping completely, but decided to wait, hoping she would want to
do that to me herself. Down the hall, one left and into the living room.
She already had a warm fire burning, the
light flickering on her leathers as she smiled at me again. “Come in and get comfortable Sabina,” she
said, nodding to the plush leather couch. “Would you like some wine?” I nodded,
whispering and stammering softly. “Yes please Mistress.”
As she handed me the wine she spoke again.
“I said I would abuse you and I will use you but I will not knowingly harm or
hurt you, so relax, enjoy the wine and then we will move ahead.”
Her patience was maddening; the
anticipation was almost unbearable. First it was the cuffs. Supple with age but
still strong, inescapable leather cuffs. Her practiced fingers soon had them
locked with small padlocks and then secured together. My eyes closed, as I
struggled to stay calm, tiny sounds of eagerness and arousal slipped past my
parted lips.
The look in her eyes changed, her entire
demeanour became different, more intense somehow. With a gentle handful of hair
she guided me down to kneel on the floor facing her. The gag was soft and big
so it completely filled my mouth, tickling the entrance to the throat as well.
Swallowing softly, my head tilted back slightly, adjusting to its size. Her
fingers smoothed a swath of tape over the gag making it that much more
effective.
Panting softly I nearly swooned at her
touch, hair gathered and braided for the almost inevitable hood. Nipples stiff,
rasping against the inside of the sweater as that sweet ache began to build in
them. As the blindfold slipped into place I tested the gag with a ragged
whimpered moan, the sounds muffled ruthlessly as the earplugs followed. Slim
hips grinding, toned legs spreading and tensed as she pulled the hood into
place. I nuzzled into the soft leather, breasts brushing against her knee
softly as the hood was placed and tightened.
Time vanished under her hands, squirming
helplessly as she unlocked my wrists just long enough to remove the sweater.
The pants followed a moment later and then my boots and socks. Hands locked
together again standing in front of someone I only laid eyes on a few hours
before, hooded, blind, utterly helpless.
Fist mitts replaced the cuffs and then
soft, expertly tied, ropes. Wrist to opposite elbow, an easy enough pose that
she knew quite well I could withstand for hours, possibly even days. The
leather sheath that encased the arm bondage was redundant, but equally
inescapable in it's own right. I could already feel the warm trickle of arousal
inside and blushed furiously under the hood wondering if she could smell it.
Gloved hands helped me stand, backing up
to something solid, some kind of padded table top. With a little help I wiggled
my firm ass back on to the table, flat tummy drawn in slightly, panting through
the nose holes of the hood. Gently, patiently she guided me further back,
pressed onto the soft surface. A gentle tug on my hair, pulling my head
downwards, legs spread wide and bound tightly in place. Her fingers wandered a
little, drawing a half dozen whimpers and soft, pleading moans for more. Then I felt latex covered fingers playfully
caressing my breasts, tweaking both nipples and then wandering onwards. She was
in no hurry that was certain.
Time passed, my skin began to glisten with
sweat as the frantic pleading sounds became increasingly desperate. I would
have done anything to be allowed to come, anything! Her fingers pulled away for
a moment, leaving me squirming and whimpering loudly. The frantic little
squeals were almost entirely swallowed by the thick, soft gag. The cushion she
slid under my thighs was soft, but it arched my hips just enough for the plug
to slide into my ass. Moaning loudly into the hood, tensing and clenching
around it, shuddering as the need inside became unbearably intense.
A thick, soft dildo followed the plug and
I shuddered, squealing as it slid inside, very nearly coming. But Miss Anne
slowed the push a little, making quite certain it was not going to happen yet.
More whimpers erupted as her hands pulled away, I had to come, had to come
right now!
The teasing was unbearable; the need
inside was maddening. Struggling, arching my sweaty little form against its
bonds only made the ache that much more intense.
Slim hips arching, straining against the
tight leather strap she had fastened across my narrow waist. Skin glistening in
the flickering firelight, sweat trickling down already. It felt like she was
hours into her play with me, maybe even days, but somehow I knew she was only
beginning. The lingering ache in my stiff nipples reminded me endlessly of her
touch, of the teasing way she pinched and twisted them. Her gloved fingers
tugging just enough to draw a frantic little squeal before gently stroking over
the abused flesh.
Arching, head pressed back against the
table, squirming in anticipation of her next touch, a touch that felt delayed.
Muscles tensing, breathing ragged through the tiny nose holes, lungs aching for
more air. Her next touch draw a ragged scream of desire, the humming tickle of
the hand massagers sent waves of sensation down my spine. Grinding and
clenching around the plugs as she began tracing her fingers everywhere with the
same casual, patient touch. The darkness flashed, images of her smile, her legs
in those boots, the gleam in her eye as the blindfold descended. She could keep
me like this for days, weeks, what would have stopped her? That thought alone
nearly sent me over the edge.
How, how, how did she get so good at
reading my responses so fast? Each time she pushed the frustration and desire
closer to the edge, each time I was certain this was it. Bucking against the
straps and screaming out in frustration, soft mouth wrapped around the spit
soaked gag. And then finally, her vibrating, tickling, teasing fingers clamped
around the base of the dildo and plug as her thumb rubbed over my clit.
The hood muffled the scream, my heart was
hammering, two, three, four times and on the sixth heartbeat the orgasm
erupted. Shaking helplessly I screamed again until there was no air. The
darkness exploded into hazy reds and oxygen deprived purples.
Shaking softly, the flush creeping down
from the collar of the hood as the orgasm peaked and crashed only to peak again
moments later. Quivering softly as the orgasm melted seamlessly into another
set of waves. Straining, squealing into the darkness and sobbing, tears
spilling from under the blindfold into the embrace of the hood. Again, coming
again, or was I still just coming from the first time. The darkness was so
stifling, so hot, so airless.
And then it was done, her hand pulled away
as I collapsed bonelessly to the padded surface. Panting, struggling to
breathe, trembling as weak as a kitten. Slowly the sensations faded as I
drifted off into a semi conscious state of euphoria.
I snapped back with a gag muffled squeak
at her touch, heart leaping suddenly. Was it to be more? More teasing? More
orgasms? A moan of despair welled up inside, I don't think I could have taken
any more just then. She helped me from the table, buckling a tight crotch strap
in place. Legs spread to the ends of a bar; forced to kneel on the soft carpet.
Slowly the hood relaxed its hold, the air flooding in to caress my damp hair
and sweaty flesh.
The air felt good, cool and refreshing,
but the even the soft light in the study was too much for my eyes after the
blackness. Eyes closed, squinting a little as she worked the ear plugs free.
Slowly I looked up, eyes lingering slowly on the soft satin robe and the way it
shimmered against her body. Slowly my jaw relaxed around the gag, allowing her
to pull it free. Little streamers of saliva connected it still to my full, red
lips. Panting, struggling to regain my breath, head hanging forward a little.
Her soft fingers worked with my hair,
working it into soft pigtail style braids. Eyes rising to looking up at her now
and again, filled with affection and more than a little awe. Nuzzling into her
touch, purring softly like a pet kitten as the braids were completed,
struggling to think of something to say. But my brain was still floating in the
clouds.
She did not speak as she rearranged my
hair, twisted the braids around a couple of large gold rings. Tying cords to the rings she opened the sash
of her gown and fed the ends through the D rings at her thighs. Slowly my eyes
rose, staring at those smooth, supple thighs and the place where they met. Lips parting slightly, breath catching for a
moment.
Gently she held a glass of wine to my lips
as she spoke. “You’ve had your fun little one, now it’s my turn.” Her eyes
locked on mine as I took a slow sip of the wine, nodding slightly as she pulled
the glass away.
“Mistress may I speak?” I stammered
softly.
She lifted my chin, drawing my eyes to
hers as she nodded.
“I knew this evening I would either be
here with you or on the way home so, this morning, I checked out of the hotel
and left my suitcase with the bell captain.
Will you call them, the number is in my coat pocket and ask them to send
it here in a taxi?” The words spilled free before I could think. What? I wanted
to tell her how much this meant to me, how she made me feel, but my frazzled
little brain came up with that? My eyes gazed up into hers softly and with a smile
she told me that she understood what I really meant.
“All in good time Kitten, first things
first!” She scolded playfully.
With that she pulled on the cords forcing
my head down, my soft lips pressed against the sweet juncture of her lovely
thighs as I felt her tying them off.
“Get to work.” Her voice sighed with a
relaxed moan. I eagerly spent the next few hours getting to know the sounds of
that pleasure intimately.
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