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Never say Never by topazzz
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Never Say Never
by
topazzz
Copyright 1993
I opened the door hesitantly. The sounds coming from the
apartment were even louder and more excited than usual.
Neds parties were always a panoply of BDSM delights,
but I had never expected her to be among them.
My first glimpse of her was from the back. She was standing
straddling a man who was lying on the floor, a whip in her
hand. The combination of the aroma of the leather and the
aroma of her heady cologne were what reached me first. Then
my eyes took in the feast. She was about five feet four, blonde
dressed in a leather vest and skirt that hugged her alluring
curves. She was bent over the man, and I could see the soft
silky skin of her thighs above her fishnet stockings. I could
see more than that. She was wearing no panties, and a feeling
came over me I could not describe.
I was with my husband. I had never considered myself anything
other than a straight woman and the feelings I had looking at
this woman frightened me.
Then I saw her use the whip. I heard it as it hit the mans bare
chest, heard him moan and watched as her body and the whip moved
sinuously together. I wanted to be under that whip and I wanted
to be a mile away at the same time.
My husband looked at me bemused. He could see something was hap-
pening and was enjoying it. He was a voyeur, and though he was
supposedly my Master at the time, he tended to lend me out with
impunity for his pleasure with little regard for my needs or
wants.
I had no notion of what was about to happen as he bade me strip to
my costume, a bit of red spandex I had sewn for myself, leaving
little to the imagination. I sat in the chair waiting, making
small talk with some people I knew. I discovered she was from
New York, a guest mistress, rather well known. I discovered too
that people were literally lined up to be Topped by her. I wasn't
certain I wanted to be part of that line.
I wasn't to have a choice, she poked her head out of the other room
and announced "next" as though we were in a doctor's office. I
hardly heard her, I was mesmerized by her vibrant, magnetic eyes
that bore into me, her lucious breasts and a slightly malevolent
smile that put me in mind of "the spider to the fly".
"You, your Master wants me to do something with you. I looked up
in amazement, for those were indeed the very first words she ever
said to me.
My husband untied me from the chair and brought me into the little
bedroom where the smell of leather alone made me heady.
"OK, undress her and place her on the bed" she said to Mark. I was
obviously not to be consulted. I was new enough to BDSM to be put
off a bit by such presumption on her part that this is what i
wanted. But a part of me was too mezmerized to argue.
It was a very small room, big enough only for a bed and a massive
collectin of opera albums. At the foot of the bed, covering the
whole wall was a mirror. I could see as well as feel how
vulnerable my body was. People were gathering around the doorway
to watch, but I was barely aware of them. She locked my wrists and
ankles to the bed and then sat down beside me smiling a smile no
angel could imitate.
"I don't usually take married woman with their husbands watching,
but he said he wanted to be part of it, so its ok with me.
We had not even exhanged names or anything else that might seem
important in the mundane world. She did proceed to take a medical
and psychologial history any doctor would envy. From having my
tonsils out at 2 to my fear of suffocation, she pulled everything
from me, with the skill and dispassion of a surgeon.
"Ah, now we're ready to begin. You've never been with a woman
before, I understand and have no desire to be. In fact, your
husband says you are rather afraid of women in authority. No
matter, you're not the first. Your safeword is "artichoke".
That was it and suddenly her warm wet mouth was sucking and
biting my tits as my husband teased my sex. My feelings were a
mass of horror, outrage, ecstasy and bewilderment. I was being
sexual with a woman, and I was enjoying it.
She took off her vest and I gasped, underneath were the most
perfect, beautiful breasts I had ever seen and something in my
awakening mind and body told me something I continued to deny.
I was attracted to her, to her body, her face, her whip, her
style. She sat down beside me again and lowered one of her
lucious breasts to my mouth and said "suck".
I don't know whether it was the burgeoning slave or the hesitant
lesbian in me who responded, but someone did and it was like
coming home. It felt so natural, so wonderful. I greedily sucked
and licked, burying my face in her soft, silky breast. She would
at times pull away just enough so that I had to strain to keep
my mouth on her breast, pull at the restraints as she laughed
at my growing passion.
She sucked on my breasts again, this time nibbling and biting,
beginnig to cause a delicious tingle of pain to which I responded
with writhing and moans. She laughed again and smiled "horny
little slut"
By that time my husband had moved to the doorway to watch with the
others. I heard in the murmuring around the door her name spoken
for the first time, Marya. Mistress Marya. Somewhere it registered
in me but was quickly erased by the feel of her warm breath on my
sex. As she lightly dipped her tongue, I called out "no, No"
"No?" she asked
"No. I'm not a l-l-lesbian. I cant do this."
"Maybe not, but I am. Besides you aren't doing anything, I am.
Aren't you enjoying it?" she asked seductively.
"Y-y-yes."
"Yes Mistress dear. Now if you ask me very nicely, I might
contine"
I blushed and cringed. I wanted it more than I ever wanted
anything, but I couldn't just couldn't. "Please Mistress, would you
continue."
"Certainly dear". She dipped her tongue again and I experienced
sensations I never knew possible as her fingers twisted my nipples
and her mouth entered places I didn't even know I had.
My passion grew into submission as it often does, and I found
myself melting into her dominance and power. She sensed it, and
lifted her head, piercing me with her eyes, her lips parted the
way a cat does when it sees a mouse.
She released the restraints and turned me over. I was hers. In
that brief moment, the straight wife from the suburbs had dis-
covered that she was an insatiable lesbian slut slave and both
of us knew it. She restrained my wrists and ankles once again
and I turned my head to look at her as she picked up a cat, a
rather heavy red one. All her whips were red as were her cuffs.
She looked at me a moment. "Something is missing".
She reached into her toy bag and pulled out the most gorgsous
hand tooled leather collar I had ever seen. The appreciative
voyeurs oohed and ahed as she placed it on my throat. "Its just
for tonite. Its just that you look so good in it and it matches
the rest of the set I made"
I melted into ecstasy with the placing of that collar on my
throat, barely feeling the firrst stroke. I'd been whipped
before, many times, but never by a woman. She alternated her
strokes with caresses so that I never knew which sensation i
would feel. She asked me how I was doing and I answered fine.
"Are you ready for what I'm going to do to you?" The words filled
me with terror and passion. I could feel my sex growing damp and
my breathing quickening. Was I ready? I didn't think id been
ready for what she'd already done and yet somehow I was.
"Yes Mistress", not even knowing what I was saying yes to, only
knowing that I would say yes to anything this magnificent creature
demanded of me.
"Owwww". Perhaps I wasn't ready. She had picked up a heavier flogger
and now was whipping me in earnest. Bringing me up expertly, I
found myself reaching with my whole bound body for each stroke and
revelling in the sensations, in the sight of her, in the warm sup-
port of the onlookers. Soon only the whip and I existed. I was no
longer aware of the onlookers and she had simply flowed into the
whip. I was being ravaged, seduced and enveloped by my leather
lover. Feelings arose in me that I could not then have named, but
now understand as a slave's love for a Mistress. How could it have
happened so quickly, neither of us ever really understood. But
without saying so, she was becoming my Mistress.
All pretense of politeness and strangeness were gone now. It was
as though she had always been my Mistress. As the strokes fell
harder and harder, tears began to flow, tears of joy, of release,
of recognition of coming home.
"I have a trademark, slave. I like to sign my work." She had
stopped the whipping and was holding an odd looking implement
she told me was a tawse. She also told me it caused a great deal
of pain and left very clear marks. She told me she wished to
mark me.
I was very frightened. My pain limits were not very high then, but
then she smiled at me and I knew that I could refuse her nothing.
My breath caught in my throat. I could not even scream as fire
coursed through my whole body. That was the first stroke. I saw
her change position. Lightning seared my back on the second stroke
and on the third stroke I was certain she had cut right through
my skin down to the bones. The burning continued long after she
stopped. I sobbed once again, long wracking sobs as she held me
smoothing my hair and kissing me.
When I had sufficiently recovered my breath and my composure,
someone brought a mirror. I had heard appreciative sighs and
comments from the doorway but didn't understand until I saw
for myself. Standing in front of the mirrored wall and angling
the mirror I held, I could see it. It was a starburst, a
beautiful flower like design marked on my back formed by three
strokes of the tawse, each overlapping at an angle.
I looked at Mistress Marya and instinctively dropped to my knees
and kissed her stilletto heeled leather boots. She stroked my
hair "very nice slave, now let's go and join the others, but first..."
One more time she reached into her toy bag drawing out something.
I assumed it would be the key to the cuffs and collar and that
she would be putting them away, but it was not. It was a long
solid brass chain that she attached to the collar as a leash.
She noted my surprise.
"My slave, my jewel." I looked at her in bewilderment. "I never thought
I would ever place this collar on anyone again. I don't understand
it and maybe it's just the passion of the moment, but I know
somehow this is right. We've only known each other a few hours
I know but..."
An incredible look of vulnerability and sadness came over her
face then. I wanted to hold and protect her. She looked so
lonely, so real. The magnificent Mistress Marya who had a rep-
utation that spanned the country, who had people, men and women
drooling at her feet had faded for a moment and I was seeing
Marya. I sensed that not many people ever saw her that way and
I felt honored and more willing to submit to her than I had
before.
We went out into the living room, she leading me by the brass
leash and sat down. I sat at her feet, my head in her lap as
she stroked my hair. Many comments were made about our scene,
about the sparks that flew and the amazing chemistry. We both
just smiled.
A little later in the evening, she kissed me and said loud
enough for my husband to hear "Get your coat, slave" for it
was mid december and a bit of spandex would not have been
sufficient. "We're going home" And we did.
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