The Perils of Patricia

The Perils of Patricia

Part2

by Petricia

     Both girls climbed into the car, Amber in the back seat and Sara at the wheel. Sara reached over and retrieved the key from around Patricia’s neck, pausing to fondle a breast before adjusting the slut’s blouse and replacing her clamped breasts back inside. Patricia squealed through her gag as the clamps were trapped under the tight fabric, tugging painfully on her nipples. Sara also pulled the hem of the too-short skirt down, barely enough to cover the slick mound underneath.

     “At least I am covered.” Patricia thought it somewhat strange that this thought would occur to her after what she had already endured.

     Amber reached around and unbuckled the gag. Sara reached up and extracted the rubber penis from the pink lips wrapped so prettily around it. Patricia worked her jaw to ease the slight ache.

     “There, that’s better, isn’t it darling?”, Sara breathed into her ear.

     “Yes MissSara, thankyou.” A shiver ran through her as she felt the warm breath of this young girl on her neck.

     Sara put the car in gear and maneuvered it to the entrance to the station. Stopping near the door, she let Amber out to go fetch the box containing Patricia’s effects. The open door provided a full view of the schoolgirl in the passenger seat. Patricia kept her eyes focused on the slut shoes, wishing she were invisible.

     Smiling her sweetest smile, Sara stated to a man pulling a wheeled suitcase behind him with eyebrows raised,” It’s ok, she loves this, don’t you darling?”

     Receiving no response, Sara sat back down and said to Patricia in the most caring tone,”Don’t be shy sweetie, answer.”

     “Yes.” came the whispered response.

     “Yes what, dear?”

     “Yes….MissSara.”

     “Louder pet, no one can hear you.” slightly more menacing, but still with the same sweet smile.

     “Yes MissSara, I love it.” Patricia’s face burned with shame.

     Sara turned to her, placing one hand on either side of her head. Pulling her face upright and to her own, she kissed Patricia deeply, her tongue forcing its way past reluctant pink lips. Patricia was mortified. She had kissed a friend of hers years ago in a heated moment, but briefly-and nothing like this!

     Sara kept firm hold of Patricia, her tongue exploring the warmth of the sluts mouth. Patricia’s resistance faded with each second and she found herself responding, her tongue now slithering past the lips of the young girl. She no longer cared about the fact that she was shamelessly exposed, or that her nipples were beginning to ache from the clamps, or that she was here submitting to a young woman young enough to be her daughter while her husband was 1500 miles away. All that mattered at this moment was those wonderful lips, the warm tongue entwined with her own. She wanted this moment frozen in time forever. She marveled at how natural it seemed.

     The trance was interrupted by Amber clearing her throat and tapping her nails on the roof of the car. Patricia, panting heavily, realized that Sara had already turned back around to get out and let Amber into the back seat. Looking past Sara she noticed that Amber had her cell phone in her hand and had been pointing the camera at her.

     “My God Amber, your timing is really bad! I hope you at least got a few good pictures.”

     “I am sure you plan on doing a lot of that later so don’t give me that look! And yes I got some very nice ones, thankyou very much.” Amber feigned indignation,” Almost as good as some of the ones we got a while ago when she was showing off her tits and ass!”

     Both girls giggled at this while Patricia blushed furiously, turning her face to the floor again.

     “Oh no little slut! No hiding like that. You are much too cute to keep your face hidden.” Patricia heard from behind her.

     Amber reached around and grabbed the leash, pulling it back tightly and making Patricia sit up straight. Amber wrapped the leash around the headrest several times, securing Patricia’s neck tightly. She then set about lacing something into each of the schoolgirl’s pigtails. Patricia felt her hair being pulled backward and had no choice but to follow until her head was squarely against the backrest. As Amber finished whatever she was doing back there, she was no longer able to move her head at all.

     Fortunately for Patricia, it was dark now and, stopping at the first traffic light, the cars on either side saw only a woman looking straight ahead, being driven by two young girls talking gaily to one another.

     “MissSara, may I please have the clamps removed….pleeease?”

     “Oh but Patricia, they look so adorable on your little schoolgirl titties, don’t you agree Amber?”

     “Definitely Sara. I just love them.”

     “Please, they are getting very sore.”

     “Ok, ok, don’t whine babydoll. Amber will you do the honors?”

     “Love to!” Amber answered with a bit too much enthusiasm to make Patricia comfortable.

     Amber reached around both sides of Patricia, pulling the connecting chain away from Patricia’s imprisoned breasts and releasing them from the confines of her blouse. The new pull on her tender nipples elicited a groan from their owner. Amber hefted a breast in each hand, massaging them, squeezing gently, thumbs flicking the clamped nubbins. Near tears not only from the pain, but from the idea of this young woman…..no, this girl having such control over her. Amber grasped both clamps, squeezing them open enough to pull free of the trapped buds. The sudden flow of blood to her tortured nipples produced a pain momentarily more intense than what she had felt when they were clamped. Patricia stifled a shriek, followed by a series of moans as her nipple regained their normal shape, aided by Amber’s massaging.

     “Very good self control Patricia. I was afraid we were going to have to gag you again.” Sara beamed.

     Amber ceased her ministrations to the sluts breasts, but left them exposed. Patricia could do nothing but look ahead.

     Sara smiled inwardly. This was going very well. They were purposely allowing the slut small respites in her degradation, only to snatch them away. This would keep her on the edge at all times, and instill a feeling that they were both her antagonists and her salvation. Sara loved the idea of breaking this slut mentally, emotionally, and physically.

     The girls chatted happily as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Not wanting to be gagged again, Patricia remained quiet except for the occasional whimper when there was an opportunity for a passing motorist to view her exposed breasts. She wondered how the two could behave as if there were not a bound, nearly naked woman in the car.

     The ride ended more or less without event in the underground parking structure of an upscale apartment building. Patricia knew from past conversations that MissSara was a psychology major at the local university and that she lived with 2 roommates near campus. She had assumed that Amber was one of the roommates but after the car was parked and the two exited the car, Amber leaned over the seat and kissed Patricia on the cheek, whispering “I can’t wait until tomorrow slut.” Patricia couldn’t contain the shiver that ran through her at such an ominous statement.

     The girls said goodbye, leaving Patricia alone with MissSara. She didn’t know whether to be relieved or worried. Sara walked to the passenger side and opened the door.

     “Well, it’s just you and me now darling.” Patricia could not contain a small whimper, although she was trying to maintain some degree of composure.

     Sara released her hair bondage, followed by the leash holding her upright. Once the seatbelt was undone she swung Patricia’s legs out of the car and released her, helping her to stand. Patricia waited for the rest of her bonds to be removed until she felt the tug on her leash, realizing Sara had other ideas.

     Patricia resisted the pull,”MissSara please, not like this”.

     “Oh yes, just like this sweetie”. She pulled a bit harder. “Besides, I don’t have the keys. I left them at home”, feigning innocence,”Oops!”

     With that Patricia’s hopes that the rest of the evening would go easily were dashed. She walked nervously behind her new Mistress, praying that they would not encounter anyone on their journey, resigned to the fact that she was truly under this girls’ control. What a sight she must be, dressed (or barely so) in this silly outfit, being led on a leash, heels clacking on the garage floor. She dared not look around, but simply followed meekly.

     They arrived at the elevator and her fears began anew. Mercifully it was unoccupied. Even this brief hope of sanctuary was taken from her as Sara directed her attention to the video camera high in one corner of the car. She blew the camera a kiss and took Patricia into her arms, kissing her more passionately than she could recall ever being kissed. Patricia responded immediately this time, returning the kiss with all her soul. The first time, in the car, had been wonderful but she had been very nervous and self-conscious. This was nothing like that. For the moment this was all that existed, Sara and her, together in this small space, floating in nothingness. There was no world outside, no past, no future, just this moment of bliss.

     A soft bell announced their arrival at Sara’s floor. The door opened and Sara reluctantly released her embrace. Breathlessly, Patricia opened her eyes to the shocked expressions of a young couple who were waiting to board the elevator. She was once again plunged into her world of degradation and submission. She simply stared at her toes. There was little else for her to do.

     “Hi!” Sara declared brightly. “Let’s go darling.” She had her arm around Patricia’s waist, guiding her out of the elevator.

     The young couple stepped into the car, watching the leash drag on the floor and the bound wrists.

     “Oh, she likes that sort of thing,” Sara said to them playfully,”It’s not really my thing but I don’t mind playing along. Sorry, we have to go, she is in SUCH a hurry!”

     With a little giggle she pulled her humiliated captive along the corridor. With tear-filled eyes Patricia followed along, nearly at her breaking point. She hoped that a small reprieve from the continued assault on her dignity awaited her on the other side of the door the stopped at. At least, she thought, she would be inside Sara’s apartment and away from further public humiliation.

     Sara opened the door and pulled her new toy inside. Locking the door behind them she virtually attacked her prey, ripping open the front of the silk blouse. Patricia, pinned against the door, gave way to the lust which had been threatening to consume her all evening. At this moment she wanted nothing more than to be taken by this nubile young woman. Her wish was granted by Sara, who devoured every inch of the slut. She was a whirling dervish of desire, hands mauling breasts, caressing her behind, manipulating her once again dripping sex.

     In moments Patricia was without her blouse or skirt. This time she did not resist in the least as she was led to the bedroom.

     Sara led her to the foot of the bed, pressing her shoulders down until she was on her knees.

     “Spread your knees darling.” She softly demanded.

     “More”, until Patricia was stretched to near the point of discomfort.

     Sara walked slowly around the kneeling redhead, as if examining a racehorse. Every inch of Patricia’s body was scrutinized, poked, prodded, caressed. Patricia, for her part, kept her eyes fixed on the floor in front of her.

     “Gorgeous, just gorgeous!”,Sara pronounced in a throaty tone seething with desire. Looking at a spot on the floor between the outstretched knees,”Oh my! Someone is a bit anxious, hmmm?”

      Patricia shifted her gaze to the area directly beneath her burning sex to discover, much to her horror, that she had left a token of her arousal in a tiny puddle on the floor.

     “I….I’m so sorry MissSara.”

     “Don’t be darling. It tells me more than any words could.”

     Sara walked over to her nightstand, extracted something Patricia could only guess at, then, kneeling down next to her prize, turned her attention to the soaking juncture between the slut’s thighs.

     “I love it shaved like this pet. I want you always like this, naked, open to me” Sara cooed.

     She couldn’t help but notice the shudder that passed through the bound woman’s body. She snapped on the vibrator, the unmistakable sound filling the quiet room. Another shudder. Sara smiled, knowing that this woman was completely hers. At first touch of the vibe Patricia began to moan and whimper uncontrollably. In no time at all it was well lubed and Sara slid it in until her hand bumped up against her Venus mound. Patricia shrieked as the huge vibe stuffed her completely, spreading her labia wide. She was certain that if she were to look she would see her abdomen bulge from the huge intrusion impaling her.

     As Sara began thrusting the vibrator in and out, she used her thumb to massage the clit stretched so tightly across the top.

     “Look at me pet. Look in my eyes.”

     Patricia lifted her eyes self-consciously to gaze into those amazing gray eyes. Those eyes which totally mesmerized her, holding control over her very soul, yet at this moment caring and adoring.

     “Don’t look away darling. I want to see you. I want you to see me when it happens.”

     With that Patricia went over the edge, a virtual tidal wave overcoming her. She screamed for all she was worth, the orgasm releasing a torrent of emotion along with the all encompassing euphoria that engulfed her body. Time froze, and at that moment she knew, just as Sara did, that this girl owned her very soul. In that moment this girl had seen inside her more deeply than anyone ever had and she had done the same with Sara. They were bound together in a way she never even realized existed.

     Sara smothered the last of Patricia’s screams with her own mouth, reveling in her power over the woman in such an intimate way. She helped Patricia to the floor as she collapsed, writhing in bliss.

     “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod,” she babbled incoherently, lost to her own semi-consciousness.

     When Sara felt she had recovered sufficiently she pulled Patricia back to her kneeling position, pushing outward on her thighs to ensure her knees were spread obscenely wide, just as she like. The vibrator fell to the floor, buzzing merrily until Sara picked it up and turned it off, tossing it out of the way.

     Sara stood, a wry smile on her face, and pulled her top over her head, hips swaying, body moving seductively. Unbuttoning her jeans, she danced before the kneeling woman like a seasoned stripper, flirting with her, blowing kisses, making a real show of removing her jeans. Down to just her bra and panties, Sara was everything Patricia had imagined, her long black hair caressing soft white flesh. The bra was removed to reveal two perky globes topped with lovely little brown buds. Patricia had always wanted larger breasts, but seeing these gave her a new appreciation of her own.

     Sara at last hooked her thumbs into her lacy black panties and slowly slid them down her toned legs, revealing a tiny dark patch of meticulously groomed hair just above her sex.

     Patricia stared at the show, transfixed by the unveiling of each new treasure.

     Sara leaned her cute behind against the bed, spreading her legs wide. She reached down with both hands and spread her labia, massaging and caressing her now damp sex.

     “The time has come darling.” She did not have to explain, both women knew what that meant.

     She curled one finger seductively,”Come here pet.”

     Patricia started to crawl forward.

     “Keep your position pet.”

     Patricia returned to her wide kneed position and sidled slowly forward, thankful that it was a short distance. When she arrived, her face was inches away from Sara’s sex. She felt flushed, heart beating loudly in her heaving chest. This was it. She could detect the faint scent of Sara’s arousal, the same as her own, yet different.

     Sensing hesitation, Sara placed a hand on either side of the slut’s head and gently drew her face to her own heated sex. Patricia felt her lips contact the tender flesh of Sara’s labia, her nose tickled by the tuft of fur just above. The pressure at the back of her head became more insistent. Her tongue cautiously peeked from between her parted lips. She felt the wet, coppery, slightly sweet taste on her tongue. The realization dawned on her that at this point it was going to happen no matter what. She steeled herself and plunged her tongue into the waiting dampness and was rewarded with a low deep moan from above her.

     She began tongue fucking Sara in earnest now, spurred on by the girl’s passionate cries and her own renewed arousal. She worked her way upward and placed her tongue squarely on the engorged clit. Sara bucked so violently that, had she not been holding the redhead in place, would have thrown her backwards onto the floor. Patricia persisted, knowing from her own experiences at self pleasuring that Sara was approaching Nirvana.

     Sara, for her part, buried the slut’s face in her pussy with all her might, locking her thighs around the red head and encouraging her performance in a low, guttural growl.

     Sara came in an explosion of passion, lights flashing in her head, her entire body rocked by the percussion of a million bursting stars. She clutched at the red hair buried in her belly, howling in animalistic pleasure.

     Sara had experienced plenty of orgasms before, or so she thought. But nothing could have prepared her for this. Her entire being shook with the orgasm, radiating from her womb out towards every nerve ending in her body. Patricia knew it too, tears streaming down her face. Such was her joy that she had given her young Mistress such pleasure.

      Sara finally released Patricia from the death-grip she had held on her. The slut’s face was covered in her juices. Her make-up was a mess, her hair disheveled, tears streaked her cheeks. Yet, she was smiling sweetly, eyes gleaming, still wet with tears.

     She pulled Patricia to her feet, retrieved the keys to her bondage and gently removed first the dreaded shoes, then unlocking her wrists from behind her back, and finally removing the collar and leash.

     She actually considered leaving the tall redhead like this, completely nude and unfettered, but instead took her by the hand, leading her to the bed. Turning down the covers, she then pulled from behind the headboard another collar. It was a bit larger than one Patricia had been wearing all evening, black leather enforced by gleaming stainless steel, padded inside with soft fur. It was attached somewhere out of sight by a heavy looking chain. She very gently, lovingly placed it around the slender neck and, with a small click reminding the slut of her place, finalized Patricia’s accommodations for the night. She helped the now weak and spent woman into bed. Turning out the light she climbed into bed with her prize and, taking her in her arms, held her tightly as Patricia wept uncontrollably. The extremes she had experienced today had taken their toll and now it all came spilling out.

     “Shhh, shhhh, pet. Everything is alright. I am here.” Shortly the tears dried, tension leaving her body, replaced by comfort, warmth, well-being.

     Minutes later both slept peacefully, contentedly.