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boundfem -> Loaning jade- Story Part IV (5/24/2005 10:24:17 AM)
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Part I is HERE (part I)
Part II is HERE (part II)
Part III is HERE (part III)
The taxi pulled up in front of my apartment building at a quarter past eight. Although i did not have to be at Mistress Crimson’s until 9:00, and it most likely would take me less than twenty minutes to get there, i wanted to be absolutely certain i’d arrive on time even if there would be traffic. As the taxi pulled away, the morning sun beat down on my face and i thought about how bizarre this weekend would be. My very own Mistress was just loaning me out like i was nothing more than chattel. While it was partially unsettling that my Mistress would just pass me off like that so inconsequentially in exchange for a pair of used boots, i do have to admit that it was also deliciously exciting to me deep down. There was something that made my insides tingle when i thought about the fact that i really was a slave- merely an object for use by Mistress. I was so lost in thought that i did not hear the cabdriver tell me we had arrived until he repeated it twice. As i stepped out of the car, i took my small suitcase in hand and took a deep breath. i looked up at the tall apartment building in front of me and checked the address to be sure i was at the right location. I was definitely at the correct building. I checked my watch and as i had predicted, i was almost a half-hour early so i decided to take a short walk to kill some time.
I walked down to the corner and noticed some shops on the intersecting street and figured i might as well walk that way. Upon passing a flower shop, i realized i should really buy something as i would make a much better first impression if i did not show up empty handed. I decided on a small but pretty bouquet as appropriate; it was simple but not over-the-top. I walked around the entire block and reached Mistress Crimson’s apartment building with five minutes to spare. My stomach was actually tied in knots in anxiousness and i wondered just what the next two days lay in store for me. i wondered if Mistress Crimson was as cruel and harsh as my Mistress or would she be even tougher on me. I wondered if she would like me or if she i would err in some way and she’d send me off early. That of course would be disastrous and i think my Mistress would kill me dead or come extremely close. I checked my watch again and it was now two minutes to nine A.M. It was the absolute perfect time to arrive: acceptably early and not a minute late. I was taught this at the onset of my servitude to my Mistress.
I entered the building and felt i was going to throw up from nervousness as i rode the elevator to the eleventh floor. I hesitated for one brief moment and then forced my hand to knock on the door. I really wished i could just go back home, but i had no choice but to go through with Mistress’s orders. Before I actually finished knocking the door swung open and Mistress Crimson was standing in front of me. I felt as though i had the wind knocked out of me; i was completely awestruck by how beautiful Mistress Crimson looked at that moment. She was wearing no make-up, but her skin was creamy and perfect. Her red hair was twisted up in a chignon while a few strands framed her face. She wore a red silk, Asian print robe and looked nothing short of elegant. There were a few moments of awkward silence as neither of us spoke until She broke the silence and told me to come in.
I held my suitcase in one hand and the bouquet of flowers in the other and just stood a foot from the door as She shut it behind me. “Did you find the address alright? “ Mistress Crimson asked me.
“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you. I had no trouble at all, “ i answered as politely as i could.
I handed her the flowers and Her eyes lit up and She warmly said, “Thank you so much. They are beautiful!” She did not say it as though she were gracing me with a courtesy, nor did she say it with any sense of expectation of the small gift, but instead she said it as though she was truly touched and appreciative. There were another few moments of awkward silence as i waited for her to say something, anything at all. She must have realized the awkwardness that was looming and told me i could put my suitcase by the wall for now. I purposely packed the smallest suitcase i could manage and only took what i really needed for two days. I packed something to sleep in, one change of clothes for tomorrow, necessary toiletries and one nice outfit should She want to go out anywhere that called for dressing up. I placed the suitcase down and hoped there would not be any more awkward pauses when Mistress Crimson said to me, “You can kneel.” She said it very matter-of-factly, but without any harshness or coldness or sternness. There was a comforting, soothing quality to her voice as She said it and there was only a teeny, tiny iota of authority conveyed; it was just enough to let me know She knew what She was doing. I could see from a kneeling position Mistress Crimson going into the kitchen that was open to the living room and She put the flowers in a vase. As She ran the faucet to fill the vase, She thanked me again for the flowers and told me how sweet it was for me to bring them for Her.
I looked around the room and admired Mistress Crimson’s decorating choices. The furniture was very modern and elegant and the art on the wall showed She had exceptional taste. She came back into the living room holding a cup of coffee and sat on the couch very close to where i knelt on the floor. After taking a sip, She started to ask me some questions. She asked me what i did for a living and if i liked it. She asked me how long i have served my Mistress (even though i remember my Mistress telling Her this a few days ago) and what type of things i do for my Mistress. I answered each of Her questions and watched Her drink Her cup of coffee. After a few of these questions, she paused and then surprised me when she said, “You know what? You can just sit on the couch next to me. Really, go ahead. Do you want some coffee?”
I was completely taken aback and confused. I almost thought it was a trick of some sort, but She again told me that it was okay to sit on the couch next to Her. I slowly arose from the floor, half afraid that doing so would lead to some kind of trouble. I sat down on the couch and Mistress Crimson asked me again if i wanted a cup of coffee.
“Yes, thank you Ma’am if it is alright. I can get it myself if you like, “ I timidly answered.
As Mistress Crimson got up and headed towards the kitchen, She said to me, “Don’t be silly, relax. You don’t have to call me ‘Ma’am’ either. Your Mistress told me to be tough on you, but…, “ She paused momentarily as she poured the coffee. “But, it’s really not me. At least it’s not what I want to do now. “ She came back and handed me the coffee.
“Thank you, Ma-” i started to say “Ma’am” but cut myself off in light of what She just told me. It would take me a bit of time to feel relaxed and to drop the formality i was so used to in a Domme’s presence. There was never, ever a time i did not address my Mistress formally. Even if we were merely watching television, i was always expected to address Her properly. It was strange to me that Mistress Crimson did not care.
“You can call me by my real name- Cara. Crimson is my professional name. You know I am a ProDomme, yes? “ I nodded and smiled in return to Mistress Crimson’s friendliness.
“Okay, if that is what you would like, Cara” i stumbled a bit when I said Her name. It felt really weird calling a Mistress by Her first name. I quickly took another sip of my coffee.
“Yes, that is what I would like. “ She laughed as She said it. “I know your Mistress is very strict and hard on you; I can be that way if I want to, but I don’t care to do that now. I do it plenty in my sessions. I’d rather just get to know you a bit and have a nice time if that is okay.” Mistress Crimson took a sip of her coffee and said further, “I have never had a female submissive before; I wanted to know what it was like, and so your Mistress set this whole thing up. I thought it would be fun, and voila! Here you are.”
“I see, “ I said trying to make sense of it all. “So, what do you want to do with me then? Do you want me to clean for you or i can organize your closet or i can run errands for you if you like?” i offered. I figured She would take full advantage of having a slave around and envisioned a weekend full of chores to keep me busy.
Mistress Crimson giggled and said, “No, really, you don’t have to do any of that. I have plenty of male subs, mostly clients, for those types of things. We can just have a good time. Really. You have your Mistress to put you to work, “ She winked at me as She said it. I really liked Mistress Crimson, Cara, whomever. She was so nice to me, completely different than i envisioned. “I am actually going to go back to bed for a little while. This is a little early for me on a Saturday. Let me show you the guest room where you’ll sleep and you can lay down too if you like, or you can watch some television in the living room if you want. “
She got up and led me to a small room at the end of the hall. It was just big enough for the bed and dresser that lay in it. In fact, if the dresser was moved at all, it would not be possible to close the door. “I know it’s small, “ Mistress Crimson said, seeming to read my mind, “But you know how New York City living is!” I laughed in agreement. “Help yourself to the fridge if you are hungry and I’ll be up in a few hours. Maybe we’ll go shopping or something.” And, with that, She left me and went into what i guessed was Her bedroom right across the hall from the guest room.
I did in fact lay down and fell asleep for a short time. I then wandered into the living room to watch television and wait for Her to get up. At around 11:30, She came into the living room and i stood up, still feeling a little timid and wondering if She would change Her mind and expect me to adhere to strict slave behavior now. But, instead, she continued to speak to me in Her cheery, friendly manner. She told me that we can go grab a bite to eat and go shopping.
She picked a small café and we both got salads and just chatted about very mundane things. She told me a little about Herself and how she got into the lifestyle. She told me about Her business and even about some of Her clients. She was so warm and easy to talk to. We shopped almost the whole afternoon and Mistress Crimson bought several outfits and two pairs of shoes. “I am addicted to shopping, “ She confessed. I offered to carry Her bags for Her as i was so used to doing for my Mistress. My Mistress carried nothing when we shopped and i carried every bag wherever we went no matter how heavy they were. My Mistress just expected this of me. Mistress Crimson only gave me the bags with the shoes to carry and said She hoped i didn’t mind. I almost wanted to laugh at that; my Mistress would never in a million years utter that to me. It was just the way things were. Every time i held the door open for Mistress Crimson, She thanked me and i almost liked the way it sounded to be thanked. I didn’t want to get too accustomed to this because i know in a few days, this magical vacation would be over and it would be back to my tasking Mistress.
We got back to Mistress Crimson’s apartment at about five thirty and She told me we could order in for dinner if i liked. Since i didn’t have to cook and clean up, i liked! After we ate, Mistress Crimson said She had to go out for a while and told me i can just hang out and watch TV or use the computer or whatever i liked when She was gone. She didn’t change Her clothes and i wondered where She was going, but i of course did not pry. She told me as She was leaving, though, that She had a session and would be back within a few hours. My own Mistress would have kept this little fact from me as She’d consider it none of my business. I know my Mistress would consider it not to be of any necessity to inform a slave of Her plans or whereabouts. As Her slave, it was my job to wait as long as it took for Her to arrive.
She came back to the apartment a little bit before ten o’clock. She asked me if i wanted to have a glass of wine with Her and i told Her i’d love one. This was unusual as well for me, i almost never drank in my Mistress’s presence. She permitted me one drink maybe twice in the time i have known Her. She did give me permission several times to go out with colleagues from work or on other social engagements to imbibe, but only twice that i can think of was it with Her being present.
Mistress Crimson poured us each a glass of red wine and we finished them quickly. She asked me if i was comfortable with Her and i answered that i definitely was. She told me to follow Her and i walked behind Her down the hall. She opened the door to Her bedroom and without words, invited me inside. There was a beautiful four poster, queen sized bed with matching furniture, all in solid oak. Once again, i was really impressed with Her elegant taste. For a moment i thought She was just showing me Her bedroom, and while it was really nice, i didn’t understand why She was showing it to me at this time. I understood, however, when She closed the door behind me. If ever there was an awkward moment of silence, it definitely was now. I just stood there near the door wide-eyed, wondering just what would happen. Mistress Crimson walked past me to the other side of the room and put on Her stereo. An Enigma CD started playing and the music filled the air. She came up behind me and spoke softly into my ear, “Undress.” She let the S linger on Her tongue.
While i was somewhat nervous and it felt very strange to be doing this with a Mistress other than my own, i was also very intrigued and curious as to what this would be like with Mistress Crimson.
I slowly slid out of my clothes and folded them piece by piece. I lay them on the floor and pushed them against the wall with my foot. I crossed my arms over my breasts and took a deep breath. Although Mistress Crimson saw me stark naked just a few days ago, i still could not help but feel a temporary self-consciousness being nude in front of Her. As the music played its mesmerizing rhythms, She lightly touched my back with Her fingertips. I closed my eyes and took the sensations in. “Are you sure you are okay with this?” She asked me with a voice so close to a whisper it was almost inaudible above the music.
I shook my head in the affirmative instead of answering aloud. I definitely wanted to see where this would lead. I was actually testing Mistress Crimson; my own Mistress would never let me get away with just shaking my head in response to a question. I wanted to see what Mistress Crimson’s reaction to that would be. It didn’t seem to phase Her and She just continued running Her hands over my body. She pulled my arms down to my sides with Her hands and then reached over my shoulders and cupped my breasts in Her hands. Her touch felt electrical. She squeezed my nipples between Her fingers and then She brought her right hand down my back and over my buttocks. She used her hand to motion to me to spread my legs apart by tapping my thighs in between my legs until my legs automatically acquiesced. With one hand squeezing my nipple, She brought her other hand around my stomach and led Her fingers across my abdomen downward toward my sex. My body silently asked for Her hand to touch there, but She skipped over it and caressed my inner thigh instead, slowly stroking the skin so close to the place. She led her fingers up and down my inner leg, coming ever so close, teasing me, making me think She would actually give in and touch me there. Again, She passed over it and put Her fingers right above my mound on my abdomen. I let out a slight moan as my body now strongly hungered for Her touch there. She laughed and kept teasing me this way and pinching my nipple at the same time. I felt a wetness build and I so badly wanted to be touched there. Finally, She heeded my silent plea and Her hand squeezed my lips and pulled my labia downward. She fingered my slit and laughed again as she stated, “My. My. Aren’t we wet?” I felt myself blush and ignored the question, almost believing it was rhetorical.
“Are you wet, jade?” She asked me directly. It was questions like this that made me want to burst from embarrassment. I tried nodding again to answer Her hoping that would sufficiently answer the question. I felt Her hand release my nipple from its grasp and using that same hand, Mistress Crimson grabbed my hair and firmly pulled my head back towards Her. Speaking so softly directly into my ear, She asked me again, “Are you wet, jade?” This time She asked with a lot more determination.
“Yes, “ I whispered.
“Yes??” She asked me conveying to me She was expecting more of an answer than that.
“Yes, I am wet, Ma’am.” I forced myself to answer. She kept my hair in Her grip and Her other hand fingered my pussy. I pursed my lips as my body moaned in pleasure. Mistress Crimson slid her finger up and down my slit, spreading the wetness around. She inserted one finger up my hole and thrust it three times and then withdrew. I wished She would continue, but instead, she let go of my hair and She cupped my buttocks in both Her hands.
She whispered to me to lay on the bed on my back and I did. The satin sheet was cool and crisp beneath my back and I watched Her go to Her dresser and pull something out of the drawer. She walked towards me and in one swift move, placed a blindfold over my eyes. She pressed a finger on my lips and sensually let that finger every so slowly crawl in a straight line from my lips to my belly. I felt my body arch in response. Nothing happened for a few moments until I felt Her grab my wrist and tie it with something I guessed to be a silk scarf of some kind. She then pulled my arm outward and tied my wrist to the bedpost with the scarf. I heard Her footsteps move around the bed until She repeated the motions with my other wrist.
The air felt cool on my naked skin and I waited in anticipation for more of Mistress Crimson’s touch. Her hands cupped my breasts and she squeezed them tightly. She ran Her hands every so slowly from my breasts, down my stomach, and then omitting the very place i wanted Her to touch so badly, She dragged Her fingers over my thighs. She told me to spread my legs and i did. I then felt a flash of hot air touch my crotch. Finally, She gave into the touch i was dying for and Mistress Crimson pulled my pussy lips apart and then pressed Her finger on the skin there, going up and down my slit. She grabbed my clit in between two fingers and pinched it, causing a wave of sensation to run through every pore of my body. I moaned in delight. She pinched and pulled it, working it and working me up in the process. My body began to succumb and squirmed in excitement . The hands left my pussy and left me with an unsatisfied hunger. I waited for Her to touch me again, I longed for it. Several minutes went by where i waited for something to happen, but there was no sound other than the beats of the music pulsating through the air. There was no action of any kind other than my waiting.
Without warning, i felt a burning sensation between my breasts that startled me and made me jump. Mistress Crimson let out a slight laugh as the fire ran down my body and i subsequently realized that it was hot wax when it hardened moments after it hit my skin. Seconds later, i was shocked by the freezing sensation of ice pressed on my breasts over where the wax had lain and i could feel sticky, loose bits of hard wax in random places on my body. The coolness brought Goosebumps all over my body. I arched my back as Mistress Crimson rolled the ice over my nipples and then pulled the ice in a line from my chest down to my mound. She stopped right above the place again, but then tortured my clit with that ice. She moaned in delight as i moaned in distress. Mistress Crimson ran the ice cube between my pussy lips and i could barely contain myself. I could feel the ice swallowed by my abundant wetness. Mistress Crimson then pushed the ice cube inside me and a mixture of my wetness and melted ice ran from my pussy. I writhed in pleasure.
Mistress Crimson ordered me to lean my head back and i complied. She then struck my breasts simultaneously with a soft flogger i guessed to be made of suede. The beating began softly, but She increased the intensity quickly until She was hitting me much, much harder. It did not sting like a flogger made of leather, but the hard strokes lay into me powerfully. The flogging ceased and after a minute, i felt something around my pussy. A familiar buzzing told me it was some kind of vibrator and i soon felt its pulsations as it rest on my clit. “Now, you can’t cum, “ Mistress Crimson said and then finished the sentence with, “yet.”
“Yes, Ma’am” I answered in pained voice. It would be extremely difficult to bare the intense sensations and not let myself go. I let out slight moans.
Mistress Crimson went back to flogging my breasts with a steady rhythm. She alternated the force of the strokes and i could not predict how hard each coming stroke would be. She hit me about as hard as i figured She could causing me to yelp, and then She dragged the flogger slowly across my breasts and nipples causing me to lick my lips and moan in ecstasy.
The flailing of my breasts stopped and i suddenly felt the vibrator thrust inside my pussy, pushing against the walls of my insides. Mistress Crimson fucked me slowly, methodically, making me drown in the waves overcoming my body. “Nope. Not yet, “ Mistress Crimson teased and tormented me. My mind cried in disappointment as the vibrator withdrew from my sex. My pussy throbbed and lusted to be fucked to bring me to the throes of passion. My body ached and begged for it.
And, then i felt something strange. I felt something i could not identify brush the skin between my lips. Whatever it was, it teased my already tormented pussy into a frenzy. I thought i must be crazy or highly mistaken, but i could swear that it was a tongue brushing itself against the delicate tissue. I thought i was losing my mind when i realized Mistress Crimson’s mouth was actually kissing my sex. She worked her tongue up and down the length before She licked the swollen knob. I was exploding in bliss. She stopped only to say, “You may cum when you are ready. “ She finally permitted me. She then began to suck at my swollen clit, first slowly and then sucking fervently until my body succumbed. I felt the pulsations in my womb and finally, my body secreted as I burst in ecstasy.
Moments later, i just lay there still blindfolded trying to catch my breath. I was absolute awe at what just occurred. A Domme orally pleasured me? Me? Was i crazy? This was certainly crazy. It was good, no it was fantastic, but it was crazy.
I felt the blindfold lifted from my eyes and it took a minute of squinting to adjust to the light. “Are you ok? “ Mistress Crimson asked me.
“Uh, yeah.. I mean yes Ma’am. Thank you.” She laughed at my obvious confusion due to my regaining my senses.
As She untied my arms, Mistress Crimson asked, “Was that ok? I mean was it good? “
“Well, yeah. It was fabulous actually! You know, um, my Mistress would never …” i heisted for the right words trying not to make this awkward. “She’d never do that. Not in a million years. But, yeah, the whole thing was amazing.” I had meant what i said.
“Well, it was fun for me and that was what I felt like doing.“ She put an emphasis on the I and i figured i ought to stop comparing Her aloud to my Mistress. "Too bad, your Mistress is missing out, “ She giggled as She said this.
“Thank you so much, “ i offered, “The whole thing, not just that, was wonderful. Although, that was really good too, “ i let out a slight laugh.
“Do you want to sleep here, or if you want you can sleep in the guest room. It’s completely your choice, “ Mistress Crimson was so friendly and i was so not used to it.
“Hmmm, i think i am going to opt for the guestroom simply because i’m not so keen on sleeping on hardwood floors, unless of course i don’t have a choice, “ i weighed.
Mistress Crimson had a puzzled look on Her face and then told me, “No, dear, I would never have you sleep on a hard floor! Well, not unless you deserve it, “ She smirked when She said it to let me know She was mostly kidding. “No, you can sleep in my bed, it’s a queen, definitely big enough for two. But, only if you want to and feel comfortable.”
“Well, sure, why not?” i replied.
And, shortly after, i fell asleep still naked lying next to Mistress Crimson.
The next morning, i slept until eleven o‘clock; i guess i must have been more exhausted than i realized. I was rather surprised that Mistress Crimson let me sleep so late, but i was actually thankful as i felt so refreshed and had slept so good. I went into the living room and saw Mistress Crimson drinking a cup of coffee on the couch, reading a magazine.
“Sit down, “ She patted the couch as She said this. “Do you want a cup of coffee?”
I sat down next to Her and then declined on the coffee.
“So, what do you want to do today? “ She asked me.
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know. Whatever you’d like, “ I said amicably.
She took a sip of Her coffee and then said, “Well, if you want, I can show you my studio where I work. Then we can grab dinner and I have tickets to a Broadway show if you are up for it. I was going to ask a friend of mine, but if you want to go, I’d welcome your company,” Mistress Crimson suggested.
“Sounds good to me, “ I cheerfully answered. I was so not accustomed to this kind of treatment. I had envisioned a weekend full of scrubbing floors and laundry and being harshly beaten and Mistress Crimson was nothing like i envisioned. She was also nothing like my Mistress.
We spent the rest of the day exactly like Mistress Crimson planned. We took a cab to Her studio dungeon and it was fantastic. It was so elegantly adorned, just like Her apartment, and so sophisticatedly equipped. She had just about everything a Domme or slave could ever ask for. She teasingly tested some of Her toys and apparatuses on me, but it was just playing around. “One day, if your Mistress lets you, we can play here. If she lets you that is.”
“Yeah, that would be cool, “ I actually wondered how asking Mistress for permission to play with Cara myself would go over.
We left the dungeon and took a cab and had a nice dinner in a Thai restaurant. There were no rules with Mistress Crimson like with my Mistress. If i were dining with my Mistress in a restaurant, half the time She would order for me without even consulting me as to what i might like. Even if i were allowed to choose my meal, I had to ask permission to sit, i had to ask permission to drink after Mistress drank first and i had to ask permission to eat after Mistress began eating. I had to be ready to light Mistress’s cigarettes if She desired to smoke. At times, Mistress created tasks that were difficult like She once ordered me to go to the bathroom and remove my panties and bring them back in my hand. I had to squish them up in my fist so tightly to be sure no one could see me carrying them back to the table and i was almost certain people knew I was carrying my panties in my hand. She has also made me wear a remote controlled vibrator inside my pussy and She tormented me as we sat in the restaurant where i had to be sure not to react despite the torture going on inside me so that no one in the restaurant knew just what was going on. Other times, She has made me wear a butt plug or nipple clamps under my clothes. Most of the time, i actually enjoyed the protocol and how expecting my Mistress could be. If i were overly tired or extremely hungry, those rules were trying and tiresome. I could never express this of course, but merely had to obey. But, this was a nice vacation from the rigidity of my Mistress and being able to relax and enjoy a nice meal without those complications was highly enjoyable and a nice change of pace.
We attended the show and we both enjoyed it immensely. By the time we got back to Mistress Crimson’s apartment, it was after eleven-thirty. I knew if i stayed longer, She’d probably play with me again and i really would have loved for that to happen. But, I did not want to get any more attached to or bewitched by Her and decided it would be most beneficial for me to go home instead. I told her I needed to get up early for work which was more than partially true.
Mistress Crimson thanked me for coming. She told me that She just might get a female submissive of Her own. As i headed out the door, She told me She was glad to have me. As i rode home in the taxi, i thought about just what it might be like to have Her.
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