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