Monday, 12 April 2010

The Perils of Stealing

This story was inspired by a discussion tread on FetLife I suggested a scenario and dmech2009 asked me to elaborate so here it goes:

NB this is a work of fiction and should in no way be construed as condoning forced sex, rape and other forms of abuse.

We were having one of our irregular Martini evenings and this time we were assembled at Mona's LGBTQ bookshop and cafĂ©, Aphrodite's Cave We had the place all to ourselves as Mona had closed after we arrived. We had just settled down in the old but comfortable sofas that formed a cosy corner and had just downed our first Martinis. And we that's our usual  group of lesbians. Lesbian of all kinds, there isn't a label that wouldn't fit at least one of us, From butch to ultra femme. The one thing we have in common, besides being lesbians and friends, is that no one is under the age of 47. It isn't any kind of rule, we don't have any rules. It's just what we used to call way back when an affinity group. And that just happens to be the mix of this group Internally we call ourselves The Bitches of the Cave is situated on the South side of town. Present this evening was Mona, of course, she is a fierce petite brunette and a Domme, Sonia a tall voluptuous Russian and basically a sub, Birgitta who always looks like a prim librarian But who probably is the sluttiest of us all . and finally me, the tall slim Mistress of the group. Where the rest of the Bitches was that night I've no idea.

Mona went to the kitchen to mix some more drinks, this time at my request something tequila based.   She soon returned with a pitcher in one hand, the other firmly gripping the hair of a girl stumbling behind her. She appeared to be in her early twenties, long reddish blond hair slightly under average height and with a very generous and curvaceous body.

"Look what I found hiding under the sink!" said Mona throwing her down in the sofa beside me.

"Can you check if she's stolen something, Caisa"

I told her to stand up and started a slow patting down of her tight jeans. I had already noticed the bulge in her back pocket but wanted the pleasure of touching her legs and watching her face as i my hands went further up her legs and nearer her crotch. Her face was averted and her eyes closed. As I was getting nearer her crotch with my hands on the inside of her thighs a shiver went through them and she parted her legs ever so slightly. I moved my hands to her ass just before I reached her crotch, pretending to be surprised by the bulk in her back pocket.

"What's this?" I asked as I pulled out a small box from the pocket.

"I don't know" she answered in a weak voice, almost a whisper.

"Well, let's see.” I opened the little box and found a ring inside it. A ring with a stylized cunt and the price tag from The Cave still attached to it.

"Oh, I think we have a little thief here. What do you want to do with her?! I asked Mona.

"I can, and probably should, call the police. But I feel magnanimous today so I'll give her a chance to avoid the cops." She turned to the shivering girl
"It's the police or taking the punishment I decide here and now. Shall I call the police?"

"No." came the almost inaudible answer.

"Good!" said Mona. "Take of your jeans and stand in the middle of the floor!"

Soon she was standing in our midst clad in a T-shirt and pretty pink panties with little white hearts and matching socks. She was holding her hands modestly in front of her cunt and her blushing face was turned towards the floor.

"Let's play spin the bottle to see which one gets to start the punishment."Said Birgitta..

We all found this to be a very good idea and told the little thief to stand with her feet apart so we could spin the bottle. And as luck would have it when the bottle stopped it was pointing straight at me.

"Right, little one" said I "lay down on my lap with your ass in the air!"
She mumbled something that could be construed as some sort of agreement and gingerly laid herself across my lap, her head hidden by the cushions on he sofa. .It was a full well rounded apple ass, nice plump and with a very white skin that would soon be red. I pulled up her knickers into her crack, exposing more of her bare skin to what was to come.

"I am going to spank you till I think it's enough, so you can whimper, cry and scream all you want. It don't matter to me. And this is just the first part of the punishment. While I make your ass a nice red colour you can think about what you've done and ponder what your next punishment might be"

As I said "might" I gave her plump left ass cheek a hard slap. She yelped, more in surprise than in pain. This first blow wasn't particularly hard. It was of a more exploratory .nature to see how much redness could be expected with each slap. But it was also for my own pleasure, to see the ass wobble and to see my hand print emerge against the lilly white skin.

"Count every time my hand lands on your fat ass. But do it silently in your head. You will be asked how many times it was afterwards. Get it wrong and you will be punished."

And with that my hand came down on her other cheek. This time her scream was for the pain. I was thoroughly enjoy myself as I watched her round ass growing ever redder with each blow, From a rosy red to a deeper red with hints of blue as the spanking continued. The rest of the Bitches were quietly watching, but their breathing and their wicked smilies told me how much they enjoyed it. It wasn't long before I caught a whiff of a horny young cunt and a wet stain in the crotch of her panties became visible as she parted her legs and gave me access to unspanked white of her inner thighs. This was really a girl after my heart! When my hand was smarting almost as much as her ass and thighs I stopped the spanking. I caressed her cheeks gently and gave them a little kiss before I ripped her panties off. As I did that she raised her head and I saw her tear streaked face, but also the hint of a smile in her eyes..With both hands I wrenched her thighs apart and gave her a slap before i let one finger, then three slip into her slippery young cunt.

" Oh, you seem to enjoy this way too much! How many times did I hit you? Never mind I don't care. I think I will have to ask Birgitta to continue. Do you want to play with this one Birgitta?

"Sure, it's a tasty little morsel. But judging by the soaking wet cunt and the pervasive smell of a horny young bitch this one has shown herself to be a veritable painslut. So any whipping or flogging would just be a reward for her. No, lets use her to please ourselves. Do we all agree?"

This was met with: Yeah! Right! Go for it!

"That's unanimous then. Sonia, can you please hand me the pair of scissors? Thank you!"

Birgitta grabbed the young ones T-shirt and in one swoop cut it open. Sonia was standing behind her and tore the T-shirt off.

"This bra is too pretty to cut." said Sonia "Take it off now little thief, and get rid of those stupid socks at the same time."

And there she stood before us naked and shivering. Slightly shorter than average and pleasantly rounded in all the right places.

”Oh, my you got bigger tits than I have.” said Sonia. ”What size cup is this?” And she got hold of the tits and weighed them in her hands.

”mumble mumble”

”Speak up wench! I can't hear you.”

”Double D” came the meek answer.

”I have an idea what I can do with those later on. Do you still have that white cotton rope, Mona” said I.

”Oh, yes” she answered ”And I have a pretty good idea of what you're planing. But first let Birgitta have her fun, after all it was she who came up with the idea of using her as a way of punishing her”

”OK, my lovely,” said Birgitta as she sat down in the middle of a sofa, ”down on your knees in front of me and pull up my skirt. And someone get me that marvelous new oil please”

I went out to the store room to get a bottle. It was supposed to be great for massage, and also to be highly stimulating . When I returned Birgitta had her conservative skirt up around her waist. The girls head was buried between her thighs, Barbro's hand firmly in her hair.

"Turn around on your back, slut! But keep on licking that cunt!"

Birgitta straddled her head while I grabbed the girls arms and lubricated them generously with the magic oil and told her to keep her arms bent at the elbows and hands in the air.

Mona and Sonia didn't have to be told what I had in mind. They had their cunts bare in no time at all. Sonia having a rather large cunt swallowed the girls hand at once and started riding it furiously. Mona was slowly pressing hers down on the girl's other hand. Birgitta's face was a picture of pure ecstasy, her breathing heavy and her face and neck red all the way down to her breasts. A few moments later she came screaming.

"That's right slut! Make me come! Swallow every drop of my heavenly cunt juices!"

As Birgitta was slowly coming back to earth I held her and kissed her, gently at first then hungry and horny.

"I'm to exhausted." she said. "I have to rest for a while."

I helped her climb of the girl's face, her hands deeply buried in the cunts of my other friends. Quickly I got rid of my skirt and lowered myself over the girl's face, smothering her with my cunt. I moved back and forth so that her mouth and tongue was sometimes in my cunt sometimes in my ass. Mona and Sonia came at the same time, slipping off the girl's hands and falling to the floor in each others arms kissing and smiling.

I mostly kept my cunt on the girl's face now and it wasn't long before I too came in a most glorious orgasm, clenching her head between my thighs.

Our gang of four lay naked on the floor all of us exhausted and utterly satisfied.

"Can I go now?" the girl asked timidly.

"Well OK." I said, being the only one with enough energy to speak.

She hastily put on her clothes and snuck out the door.

I also left about ten minutes later and the girl was standing outside. I hugged and kissed her.

"Well, Maria, did you like it?"

"Yes, thank you Mistress! It was marvellous!"

One more kiss and then we wandered off in the night. Her arm around my waist, mine around her shoulders. hen we got home I did what I had been thinking about doing with Maria's tits and some rope.

Thursday, 8 April 2010

A slave slut gets collared.

The following story is something I wish would happen in the not too distant future. The location is the Forest Cemetery in Stockholm, a Cultural Heritage site. It may seem to be a strange site for a wedding. But the place is quite beautiful and the part where I want the wedding to take place is particularly so. A long sloping grass hill with an irregularly shaped shallow pond surrounded by tall stands of gas torches. When I was on a guided tour there I said that this is where I want to get married. To my surprise the guide said that they've actually had weddings there. There's no graves in sight of the place, except Greta Garbo's grave. I doubt if they'd allow the kind of wedding I have in mind, but one never knows. slave susi contributed the answer the sub gives in the story. An excellent answer, you may ask for a modest reward. The reason I chose a priest to perform the ceremony is that it's a way to make the collaring to also be a legal marriage

It's a Midsummer Eve, it's close to midnight and balmy. The torches are reflected in the still water of the pond. Many friends of myself and the soon to be collared slave are gathered round it, about three hundred guests are present. At the head of the pond I stand together with Petra, a female lesbian priest in the Swedish Lutheran church who have agreed to perform the ceremony, despite the fact that there is nothing Christian in the ceremony. She asked the bishop of Stockholm for permission and got an enthusiastic approval. The bishop is a woman and a lesbian and also present among the guests. I'm wearing black leather dress with a whip designed by my friend Claudia fastened at the waist.

At the stroke of midnight Petra calls for silence, a flute starts playing and my friend Nina starts singing a Swedish folk song. "Jag vet en dejlig rosa" a song about love and desire and a wish that those that desire each other should be allowed to be together. As she starts singing the doors to a chapel opens and the one I'm about to collar, Maria appears. She is covered in a white silk sheet and can't see anything, so she is guided by my friend Kate who is holding her hand. As they reach the pond they wade across it, symbolising the washing away of Maria's former life. As they reach me and Petra Kate lifts the sheet and Maria stands there naked. We both face Petra. As Nina stops singing and the sounds of the flute dies away. Petra turns to the guests.

"We have gathered here today because Maria have begged Caisa to accept her as her collared slave. They have both expressed a wish to have this ceremony in public. Thus if Caisa accepts Marie's request all will know that Marie is a collared slave and that Caisa is her owner.

A commitment like this is not to be taken lightly. It's not like playing at Mistress and slave slut in the privacy of the home or in the confines of a club. It's a total commitment, each to her role in the relationship. The role of the Mistress is to be the dominant partner in the relationship. To care not only for her own needs and desires but also those of her slave. She have a duty to protect her slave, both in a general way and if the slave's desires are dangerous to her health and well being. She have s duty to make the relationship work. The slave's primary duty is to please and obey her Mistress, to be open and honest about her feelings, needs and desires. And to aid her Mistress in all ways to build the relationship. If Mistress Caisa is to accept you, Maria, as her collared slave slut she needs to know all your major faults. Thus she can make an informed decision if she will accept you or not. So before we can proceed I, and Mistress Caisa need to hear you declare them so she can make an informed decision. Speak up slut!"

Maria turns to me, head bowed and eyes to the ground on my feet. Petra says, "Look your future owner in the eyes, slut! She needs to see the truth in your eyes." Marie look into my eyes, she's obviously nervous and a bit ashamed.

"*Mistress! this worthless slut had been a very arrogant and overbearing brat. slut taught to be a superior Princess, and laughed at others, particular mature and older Ladies. All female staff members in the house of my family, and many other Ladies feared me and my whims. I really feel bad about that and would love to be able to compensate that, Mistress. this slut is not proud about her past, and knows, that in reality she is just a inferior little slut slave! please ... punish, me for my Mistakes, and make me a better girl - a valuable slut and slave!"

"What do you say Mistress Caisa" said Petra.

"As she is so honest about her failings and obviously she is willing to better herself, willing to learn and is eager to obey and please I will accept her request to be her Mistress to have her as my collared slave slut." I answered Petra who responded

"Excellent! You may now fasten her collar."

Without being told Marie at once lifted her hair and bowed her head. Petra handed me the collar that my friend Claudia had designed. It was made of thin black supple leather with red stitchings, on the front was etched the lesbian symbol a double axe, the labrys on the back in silvery letter it read Property of Mistress Caisa. I fastened it around Maria's neck ant attached a silver leash that Petra handed me. I turned to face her while Marie was still turned towards me.

"You have now both declared your intent to go into this relationship, you do it with open eyes aware of your duties to each other and the relationship. I hereby declare you Mistress and slave. Mistress Caisa you may now whip the slave."

Petra and Kate grabbed Marie by the arms and bent her forward, presenting her ass to me. I stood for a while and contemplated the round white ass cheeks, feeling the anticipation of the crowd, seeing her but slightly shiver in anticipation. I unhooked the whip let the thongs run through my hand and then put all my behind the first stroke. Marie stood absolutely still and didn't utter a sound. I waited while the first impression, even whiter than her ass deepened into a beautiful red. Stroke followed stroke untill Marie's ass thighs and lower back was a glowing red sign in the Midsummer night. When I felt it was enough for now I stepped in front of her and lifted her head, the tears were streaming down her face. Petra and Kate let go of her and she fell into my arms. I held on to her as she slowly returned from the subspace. Then we kissed deeply and hot, one of my hands on her ass the other holding up her head with the silver leash. I had completely forgotten the guests that now began to cheer and open bottles of champagne. I grabbed one and poured it over Marie's hot ass to cool it down. She smiled demurely at me and said "Thank you Mistress." We spent about an hour receiving congratulations and drinking more bubbly.

After that we were driven home and what we did there is none of your bloody business.

Tuesday, 6 April 2010

A night with the girls

This is story that partly involves girls I know so I'l just be using initials. If you recognise some one, yourself or some one you know you may be right, or not. It's also in a large part based on conversations here on tagged. You know who I mean you slut slave. ;-)

We were having a girls only night, starting off with some champagne and some episodes of Chanta's Bitches that I had downloaded. After that it was off to Club Wish, a women only BDSM/fetish club in Stockholm.

Besides myself there was Ca and Ro, two beautiful girls that are straight and kinky in a general fetish way, Cl who is semi bi, or so she says and after some play with my paddle and some kissing I tend to believe her, Bi who is a sub and bi and my friend from the UK Ka. In short an ordinary kinky night for our gang. What they weren't prepared for was my surprise.

When they rang the door it was opened by sa, my newly acquired slave girl, blond, young and dressed in nothing but leather cuffs around wrists and ankles and crotch less leather panties. She curtsied and bid them welcome and offered to take their coats as they arrived one after the other. From my place in the living room I enjoyed the look on their faces as they first laid eyes on sa. Ca and Ro arrived together and managed to keep straight faces, pretending like it was an everyday thing. Just giving me a questioning look, which I ignored. Next in were Cl and Bi, Cl looked sa over and said: "Nice, but she could use a collar to complete the outfit." Bi looked very interested and looked especially on her open crotch. As the girls at down sa served the champagne with her head modestly lowered after which she fell to her knees beside me eyes on me ready for new orders. " Stand up" I said which she of course did at once. "This is sa she's a real slut, an upper class bimbo that needs to be more humble and obedient and to serve a Mistress. She'll be living here for a while until I decide what to do with her. now kneel again" The girls congratulated me on finding this treasure and we started chatting about what had happened on Kinks & Queens the Saturday before. I played idly with sa's hair and tits. Bi and Cl looked like they wanted to too. I started the latest Chanta's Bitches on my computer and the talking became more sporadic as it became really hot, with just two girls. One on a cross and the other one taking care of her. I noticed that sa was till looking at my face waiting for orders. "You may watch the video, slut!" " Thank you Mistress." and she kissed my hand.

We had watched about 20 minutes when the door opened and in came Ka, my English friend that was staying with me for a few weeks. She's 61 like me a beautiful sexy lady who unfortunately is hetero. Imagine the fun we could have, especially now that I had a live in slave slut. She had found a great looking dress from the fifties that made her look even better. A bit like Marilyn Monroe might have looked in her 60s. She was waving a bag with some bottles. "More bubbly, girls!" to sa "put it in the fridge slut!". sa looked at me for confirmation and I nodded yes. "And get another bottle while your at it, slut." "Yes Mistress." After she had served us some more champagne I said to sa "You've been a good slave slut. You may have some yourself, in the cat bowl. "Thank you Mistress."

With sa at my feet sipping the bubbly from the bowl on the floor and my girl friends around me all happily chatting away and now and then glancing at the video, where the girl on the cross was now on her knees licking her Mistress's arse I felt content. I turned to sa, "Does that make you horny?" She stammered, "Yes Mistress. "Then do something about it. Masturbate for me. But don't dare coming without my permission and don't look at the screen look at me!" Yes, my Mistress"

I kept an eye on my slave slut as I continued talking with the others. Now about the new kinky dresses and the amazing new dildo that Eve Collection just had in stock. "I'll come in tomorrow and have my slave slut try out the dildo. We don't have to bother going down stairs. She'll be trying it out in the shop." I said to Ca. "Sure no problem." she answered. I noticed sa shivering with both fear and excitement. The trembling made her push the bowl and some champagne spilled out on the floor. " You clumsy slut! Lick it up at once! You'll be punished later." She was a quick learner my slut slave and understood that at once meant just that. no talking. and she started lapping up the spilled bubbly.

It was soon time to go on to Club Wish so I ordered sa to put my black soft boots on my slim legs and to lick them until they were shining and clean. I was dressed in a black leather dress and black mini panties. The theme of the evening was Bad Birds Ball but I just love black leather. The only one dressed for a ball was Ka in her 50's dress. sa was still just wearing the open crotch panties. I put on her collar with a leash attached. On her feet sandal like shoes with heels and a see through tops. They made her nearly as tall as me. I threw a dark red velvet cape over her shoulders and off we all went. A male friend who worked as chauffeur was waiting outside in a white limousine. We all piled in. sa sitting in my lap. One of my hands on her tit the other with a couple of fingers inside her dripping cunt. She didn't utter a sound but couldn't help squirming on my hand.

When we arrived at Wish we first mingled and greeted old friends, me leading sa by the leash. Several girls commented on my good taste in choosing her for my slave girl. I could tell she was pleased with this but as I hadn't given her permission to speak she was silent. I then decided it was time for her punishment and took her into a room where there is a cross and a human shaped upright iron cage with an iron mask to hold a head. "You know what is coming, Don't you? And why." Yes Mistress I was clumsy and spilled the champagne and deserve to be punished." "Good slave slut! Now face the cross! At once!" She immediately faced the cross stretching her arms and spreading her legs. "Bi would you fasten the cuffs around her hands and feet?" " Yes, I'd love to, thanks." But no touching anywhere else!" A bit disappointed, "OK."

As usual I had my paddle with me, hanging from my Dior handbag that was surprisingly kinky in style. I unhooked it and lightly stoked sa's young firm arse. "I'm going to give you 35 blows with the paddle and you are going to count every one of them. And that's the only sound I want to hear from you.Do you understand. slut?" Yes Mistress." "And do you think I might letting you off to easy?" Yeas, Mistress. I don't know Mistress. It's your decision Mistress." A very good answer slave. But it wont help you 35 i said and 35 it is. Push your arse towards me." She eagerly and obediently did as ordered. I administered the blows without any particular rhythm so she wouldn't know when the next one was coming. She was half turned towards the door so she could see the girls gathered to see her getting her punishment. I loved the sight of her arse turning from white to a glowing red. She didn't move an inch as I let the paddle land on her firm young flesh. When I finished I went to stand in front of her, watching the tears streaming down her face. I licked them away. ""That was very good slave. You will soon get a sort of reward." And the I held her head and we kissed deep and long.

Her reward came first as a glass of champagne with us other girls, well not all of us, Bi had disappeared somewhere. Judging by the muffled screams from another room she had found someone to take care of her. I gave sa the option of sitting beside us or kneeling by my side. She chose kneeling and probably not only to show her devotion to me, She would have some problems sitting the next few days.

And for the next part of her reward I put her in the iron cage, no not for punishment. When she was secured in it I ordered her to keep her eyes on me at all times. I stroked her cunt that was even wetter than before. Two fingers in her cunt, two in her arse and the thumb on her clit made her come almost at once. I kissed her goodbye and went mingling for a while before returning and giving her one more orgasm. As I released her from the cage she fell into my arms happily sobbing. "Thank you Mistress. Thank you I love you."

The other girls? They had their fun in the way they preferred and Ka won first prise as the Bell of the Ball in her 50s dress. They all decided to go onto another kinky place, Haga Video. But I decided the me and sa should go home. As we were all going in the same direction we all went in the limo and me and sa got dropped off at my flat. As soon as we got inside I held her and kissed her. "My lovely slave slut you were very good today. Tomorrow as the word spreads I'll be the envy of every kinky lezzie in Stockholm." As I was holding her against me I came while standing up, in a roaring orgasm that made me feel at one with the Goddess and the universe.

That night she was allowed to sleep in my bed. She curled up against me and after asking permission licked my body, from my tits down to my feet, that she sucked before moving upward and as I turned over I felt her tongue in my ass. I drifted off to sleep while she was tongueing me. A content and tired Mistress with a new and promising slave slut.

The next morning she overslept and missed serving me my morning coffee. But that's another story altogether.

Love & lashes
Mistress Caisa

Tuesday, 16 February 2010

l am your Mistress

l am your Mistress
You kneel before me
You rely on my strength
You depend on my iron will

I am your Mistress
Not your Goddess

I claim my rights
My right to cry
My right to be wrong
My right to fail

I am your Mistress
Not your Goddess

I am a human being
A human that sometimes needs tenderness
A human that sometimes needs a soft kiss
A human that sometimes needs your smile

I am your Mistress
Not your Goddess

I am a human being
It is my whole being that makes me me
It is my whole being that is your Mistress
It is my whole being that wants you

I am your Mistress
Not your Goddess

That's why you are at my feet
That's why you serve me
That's why you love me

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Monday, 28 December 2009

September 2010: A Slave's Initiation

Today I'm going to take a look in my crystal ball and see what the future brings. I've chosen September 2010 as I hope to be fully recovered from all GRS operations by then. So join me in gazing deep into the ball, let the world around you fade away and follow me into the future.

There is three timid knocks on my door. For now  ignore them, I know who it is and she's been told to wait for as long as it takes.  Marie and I first met on line while I was in the hospital recuperating from my genital reconstruction surgery. She lives in Stockholm too and we started meeting in RL. It soon became quite obvious that we were perfect for each other. Me a lesbian Mistress and she a lesbian wannabe slave. I' however, didn't want the relationship develop any further before I was fully healed. We talked and kissed a lot all through the summer. It was fucking hard not to be fucking but I was determined that we should wait. Yes, I could have pleased her in many ways and there's also many ways we could have had fun with ropes, chains, whips and other toys. The celibacy I forced on us gave us plenty of time to explore each others needs and wishes, our dos and don'ts. A few days earlier we had worked out a scenario for this our first consummation of  our Mistress/slave affair. The scenario was just a broad outline, Marie knew nothing of the details.

I'm sitting in my sofa uttering a loud "Come in!"
Marie enters and stands before the coffee table with her head bowed and looking at the floor.
"Yes?" I said.
"I want to belong to you, I want you to be my Mistress"
"Do you mean that you want to be my slave?"
"Yes." in an almost inaudible voice.
"I can't hear you!"
"Yes! I want to be your slave!" Her voice now steady and firm.
"OK, let's see if you got what it takes, mentally and bodily. Stand in the middle of the floor and turn around very slowly."

She does as she was told and gracefully and slowly turns. Marie is  dressed in a rather conservative yet sexy style. Black pumps, brown stockings, a grey pencil skirt, a white plain blouse and a grey jacket. She has long curly hair in a red  shade I associate with Ireland. I sit for a while just admiring her before joining her on the floor. When she's facing me I grab hold of her shoulders.
"You can stop now, that was excellent. Let's see what's under all this finery. Look into my eyes all the time you can"

I pull of her jacket, she moves her body to make it easier and I toss it on a chair. I consider just ripping her blouse of but instead I slowly unbutton it. All the time Maria is obeying and is looking me in the eyes. Soon the blouse follows the jacket and I unzip her skirt and let it fall to the floor. As I hook my high heels shoe in it she lifts her feet to free it and with a flick of my foot I fling it to the growing pile of clothes. I step back and look over her body, white bra, knickers and suspender belt. An enticing sight but I want her totally naked now.

"Take of all of it and put it on the chair, then return to where you are."
"Yes, Mistress" I give her a hard slap on her arse.
"I haven't accepted you as my slave yet. If and when I do you will call me mistress but not until then. Do you understand?"
"Yes I do."
"Good, then proceed."

Marie unhooks and takes of her bra. Her breasts are D size, creamy white with pink nipples. As she walks over to the chair with her bra she's trying hard to keep her eyes on mine. My eyes of course are roaming all over her delicious curvy body. Next her knickers goes revealing her pussy, the inner cunt lips slightly protruding between the outer and topped with a landing strip of ginger coloured hair. After returning to her position her look turns questioningly. Shall she remove the rest too? "Yes. I said all and that means all."

As she stand there naked and proud before me.I walk around her. She is trying desperately to keep eye contact. I stop behind her and reach around to cup her breasts in my hands. I bounce and squeeze them, pinch her nipples and shakes her tits. She responds with heavier breath and a beginning of pressing her arse against me. Before I can  remind her to stand still she realizes her mistake and stays still. I stand before her and let a finger slip in her wet cunt. Still Marie manages to be absolutely still.

"Mmm, physically you seem to fulfil all my criteria. And you seem willing  to obey and please. I'll soon be testing your tolerance for pain. But first you can relax and just let your body and instincts guide you."

Marie immediately throws her around around my neck and presses her body against mine. "Thank you, thank you"  I put one arm around her waist with the hand on her arse cheek, the other hand behind her neck. A deep intense kissing ensues and we are both rather excited to put it mildly.

But as much as i enjoy it I have to face up yo my responsibilities as a Mistress and continue the testing of my potential slave girl. I pull her towards the sofa and have her sit on my lap.
"And now we've come to the part where we're going to test your ability to handle pain. But first I will give you a safe word, a  word you can use if for any reason you want me to stop what I'm doing.The word that's your safe word is mercy. If you say it I'll stop whatever I'm doing. Now I want you to lay across my lap for a little warming up before the real pain test starts.So turn over baby, it's spanking time!"

Her round white fleshy arse is before me. I begin by gently stroking it, taking a detour to her wet ginger cunt. And then SMACK bring my hand down on her left cheek. The white impression is fast turning a beautiful red. Smack! Yet another hand print, this time on her right cheek. I start a rhythmic even spanking turning her arse cheeks equally red. Maria is moaning, if in pain or pleasure is hard to tell. The imprints of my hand are soon invisible against the uniform redness. Now Maria is starting to give some small yelps of pain. I am beginning to feel some pain in my hand and we can't have a Mistress in pain. I gently stroke her arse and kiss it.
I tell Marie to once more stand in the middle of the room. I bring some rope from behind the bar and tie her hands together in front of her. I then lower the chandelier that hangs from the ceiling and unhook it from its fastenings and attach that to the rope between her hands and hoist her up so she almost is on tiptoe.  I admire my handiwork, the stretched arms, the breasts that are pushed forward and lifted, the scarlet bottom. But my little plaything have forgotten something.

"I told you to always look me in the eyes when it is at all possible. Are you doing that now?"
"N n n no."
"Then you deserve some punishment, don't you?"
"I guess so."
"You guess?!"
"Yes, I deserve whatever punishment you see fit."
"That's more like it. And punished you shall be."

I once again go behind the bar, now to retrieve a nice long cane I bought this afternoon. All the while checking that she tries to look into my eyes.  When she see the cane her eyes widens with fear and she let's out an involuntary gasp.  As I go towards her I let the cane swish through the air, it makes a nice swoshing sound.
"Turn your arse towards me!"
"Yes".she stammers and immediately obeys.

I stroke her arse that's still hot from the spanking and her wet swollen cunt that signals her readiness. I take a few steps backwards aim the cane and give her one right across her cheeks. Marie gives a cry of pain but puts her arse in place for more. I give her three more creating a # pattern. She cries out loder for every stroke.As I see the red velts rise on her buttocks I fully expect her to use her safe word any time. I turn her around and she tears running down her smiling face. Returning her smile I once again turn her around and she puts out her arse. For every stroke of the cane I can tell that she's trying not to cry out loud, and every time she fails. Now I want to se her face while I cane her, I turn her around. She remembers to look into my eyes, but she can also see how I aim the cane at her breasts. Her body is tense with apprehension, fear and longing. She tries in vain to look into my eyes. As the cane descends towards her breasts she closes her eyes just before the cane hits her and the loudest scream so far comes over her lips. She corrects her mistake at once and open her eyes, ready to be punished. The tears are streaming down her face and I doubt she can see much through them. Three more times the cane hits her breasts, she cries and sobs. As I prepare the fifth stroke she stammers out her safe word. "Mercy, please mercy."

I lower the rope that's attached to the one around her wrists. She leans against me, sobbing, her tears wet against my shoulder. I let her catch her breath and then "I think you have the makings of an excellent slave. Do you still want to become mine?"
"Yes" she manages between sobs.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Mistress." And we both smile and gaze into each others souls.

To be continued

Love & lashes until next time.
Mistress Caisa

Sunday, 20 December 2009

Weirdest Sex Related Accident

This is a repost from a topic I started at fetlife

Amusing or serious accident are not unknown in vanilla sex. So I figure kinky sex will have even more.
I'll start of with one of my own. To understand it you need to know that I'm a trans woman and when this incident occurred I was still living as a man.

After an unusually long and intense session I ended up on my bed with my cute slave between my legs, her hands tied behind her back giving me a slow, deep blow job. When I finally came it was of those rare cosmic orgasms. My soul flew out through my skull and joined the universe. I trashed around and managed to hit my head really hard on the brass edge of a bedside table. I was totally gone for a while and when I came too my sub was trying to free her hands. She was worried that I had knocked myself out and needed help at once. I just laughed and figured it was the magnificent orgasm that had made me pass out. But shortly after I started feeling nauseous and soon had to run to the bathroom to vomit. When I came out of the bathroom I was met by a very stern and determined sub, who was now dressed and who held out my clothes. In a tone not at all suited for a slave she said, "Get dressed! We are going to the ER. And we're going now!" Feeling like I did I didn't object to her inappropriate behaviour.

The ER was just three blocks away and not the least buzzy. I explained what had transpired and doctors and nurses began to smile. Smiles that grew even broader as my sub took of her jacket showing the leather cuffs still around her wrists. But they took the possibility that I had a concussion seriously. I got put in magnetic thingies and had lights shone in my eyes, in short they did everything. The unanimous diagnosis was that I had a mild concussion and should rest for a few days, trying to avoid anything too strenuous. And there were the smiles again.

When we got home we did just that and I fell asleep with my sub holding me in her arms in a very motherly way.

If you are a net veteran you might have seen this story before. I told it on usenet in the mid 90s.

And now over to you. What's your weirdest sex related accident?

Love and lashes until next time
Your Mistress Caisa

Friday, 18 December 2009

My very first experience of BDSM

This is going to be quite difficult to write. Mostly because it's emotionally draining but also because my memories of the event are kind of fragmented. To some what I have to tell might be considered sexual abuse of a child. As the child in question I can assure you that there was no abuse whatever. In fact it was one of the most tender and loving experience of my life.

I was eleven or twelve I think, I have a hard time placing this in the right year.The memory is also a bit fragmented, split into shots that I have edited to describe as truthfully as possible what transpired. It was summer and my family was at the cottage that we shared with my mothers brothers and their families. Also living nearby for the summer was another family. A family that was quite close to ours  and that's all I'll say about them. It's enough that you can identify me. The others shall remain anonymous. Their daughter, let's call her Marit, was sixteen or seventeen. I met her once or twice a year and she was something of role model for me and has remained until this day. She looked like any teen girl, maybe a bit taller than most, a pretty brunet with slender sun kissed legs. Yes, I did notice how girls looked, I've admired the female body as long as I can remember.

This day our and hers parents were in the woods picking berries or something. Anyway they were not in the immediate vicinity. Marit, my brother and I were playing near some older buildings when it started to rain and we ran into an outbuilding to take shelter.It was a "bagarstuga" a house with a big oven used mainly to bake bread and taking care of whatever wildlife was in season. It also had a room that was originally a room for transient workers but that was now just full of broken furnitures and the like. The building was big enough to have a small attic. Marit suggested that we should play cowboys and Indians but in a slightly new way. Marit was to be a farmers wife that was home alone baking bread. My brother and me was two bandits that came rushing in with drawn pistols demanding that she give us the gold that we know was hidden in the house.

It started out in the usual way with shouts of  "Hands up!" and waving of guns. It soon became clear that Marit wouldn't tell us where the gold was, however much we threatened her with our guns. We were quite bewildered about what to do next when Marit suggested that we should tie her up.   There was some rope lying on a table by the window. I grabbed the rope and was about to tie her hands when Marit said. "No, no, let's do it properly and in a smaller room.".  Marit led us into a cupboard under the attic stairs. It turned out to be too small for the three of us so Marit lay down on the floor at the foot of the attic stairs and showed us how to tie her by tying her ankles in a simple but effective way. I had a "Morakniv" a knife, and she told me to cut the rope. Which I did and then started to tie her hands like she had tied her ankles. My brother was just looking on, there really wasn't room on the floor for him too. Marit was now tied up but still wouldn't tell us where the gold was. She suggested that she might be forced to tell us if we tortured her a bit, maybe by tickling her. Now my brother could also take part, he attended to her feat while I tried to tickle her at the waist and under the arms. And still she wouldn't reveal the location of the treasure. After we gave up on that "torture" Marit suggested that we could unbutton the top of her blouse.I was intrigued and curious but my brother just mumbled something and fled the field.

I was about to start the unbuttoning with slightly trembling hands when Marit told me it would be easier if her hands were tied behind her back.This I did as if I was an experienced bondage master.Marit was now sitting up with her back against the wall and once again I reached out for that mysterious thing under her blouse. Marit laughed quietly, "No wait a bit. Someone might come, let's go up to the attic". By now I had realized that this was no ordinary playing of cowboys and Indians but something far more interesting and exciting. The rope around her ankles was hard to loosen so I cut it with my knife.As I helped her to her feet Marit grabbed the roped that remained on the floor and started up the narrow staircase. She was wearing a pair of shorts that was rather short for the early 60's. I can still see, in my minds eye, the long, slim, brown legs, the round ass and the hands tied behind her back. A sight I enjoyed even at that tender age.

The attic was almost empty, just a few boxes and some junk, and under the grimy window a thin horse hair mattress. Marit lay down on the mattress and smiled at me.I knelt on the mattress beside her and I could hardly breathe as with unsteady fingers I got the blouse open. She had a bra as did all girls then, I know now that Marit's breast was just a bit bigger than average. But to me then they were really big, the first breasts I'd seen up close and they were wonderful! I just stared at them and at Marit's smiling face. "You can pull down the bra".At first I was a bit confused but soon realized that if I should accomplish that without untying her hands I would have to pull down the arms of the blouse. Marit had her eyes closed and still the same calm smile on her lips as I clumsily pulled her blouse so it was at her tied hands behind her back. Marit was very cooperative in moving her body to make it easier. Her bra was a simple white one, and Marit taught me how to unhook it in the back as she turned on her stomach to facilitate the unhooking after  which she once more turned on her back. The tied hands and her arched back made her breasts all the more prominent. I lifted her bra and exposed them - the most wonderful, beautiful sight I ever beheld. At first I just stared at them, The whiteness of the soft mounds against her sun bronzed shoulders, the nipples that were brown and raised. Marit gave me an encouraging nod and I laid my hands on them. I'd never experienced anything like it. They were soft yet firm and I felt the nipples harden. I felt a new kind of excitement, a feeling that this was so right so perfect.

I didn't really know what to do but started kind of kneading them. I must have done something right as Marit began breathe in a different way and her cheeks were turning red. "Harder" she said "remember that you should torture me!" I'd completely forgotten that as I admired her charms. So I started squeezing her breasts harder, and as her breathing got faster and a blush began spreading from her neck down her chest I handled her breasts harder and harder. On an impulse I pinched her nipples and she answered with a mumbled "Yes, that's good, yes". Encouraged I continued my experiments, Sometimes squeezing  the wonderful breasts, sometimes I pinched her nipples. pulled on them and shook the breasts. All this had of course made me rather exited. Not in a way that I a few years later would recognise as testosterone induced horniness. But nevertheless I can now see that it was a sexual feeling, a deep and certain feeling. A sexuality that I haven't felt since, not until I started on oestrogen and testo inhibitors. Marit's breathing became faster and faster and her hips began to move up and down. At first I was a bit scared, but somehow i realized that it wasn't because she was ill in any way, but that this was she wanted. I intensified my "torture" and added  some slapping to my repertoire. Marit began moaning and then utter small screams. "Harder, please" "Yes! More!" Until her body first was trashing around even more and then relaxed. Marit smiled happily at me and whispered "Thank you."

After a few minutes when we both were silent Marit said softly, "You can untie me now." After her hands were untied and she had her clothing more or less in order she laid her hands on my shoulders, gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek. "What we just did wasn't wrong in any way. I enjoyed it and I think you did too. I am what's called a masochist. I enjoy being bound and I like the pain very much. Many people can't understand this and think it's very wrong so it's best if we don't tell anyone about this. But remember that it's never wrong to do what you feel is necessary for you, as long as you don't hurt anyone. And don't judge some one else because they don't act as is expected." This may not be her exact words but the meaning is there. Just before we went out into the mundane world Marit hugged me, kissed my forehead and once again whispered "Thank you". 

In hindsight I can see that the ropes and the mattress didn't just happen to be there. The scene was obviously arranged by Marit. I also seem to remember a small basket of clothes pins right beside the mattress. Today I realize to what purpose they could have been used.If he set up was for me, someone else or for some self play I'll never know. But I'm incredibly thankful that the scene was there and ready to be used.

Did this have any effect on my later sex life? Of course it did. Whether it is the reason behind my BDSM needs I don't know. I'd like to think that what it did was giving me an open mind in general and a healthy attitude to the needs, urges and desires, both my own and others.

For some reason I didn't think about this wonderful experience until many years later when I was sexually active. But Marit was some one that I looked up to, admired and had as a sort of role model. We met almost every year until I was about 20, then it became longer in between. But I never talked to her about that day. I decided finally that I wanted to and needed to. But I never got the chance, after a short illness she passed away much to early. I have during the years sometimes wondered what she would do in certain situations. And of course what she would say about my present situation. Maybe she would come with me to Club Wish, a women only fetish/BDSM club in Stockholm? A girl can dream, can't she? ;-)

I'd love comments on this post.

Love and lashes until next time