Jovina lowered the bowl. “Mistress.”
M’s hand hovered over Jovina’s number, then moved to one of the remaining three in the bowl. Before she picked up a number, she locked her gaze on Jovina’s face. Jovina’s hands trembled. If the Mistress outted her, she would be in huge trouble. She was sure Sir K would whip her ass, then probably boot her from the party. Or, worse, he’d let them all have control of her, starting with him.
She wasn’t up for a gang bang. All she wanted was a weekend with the beautiful Domme currently staring up at her.
Just when she thought M would say she’s cheated, the attorney picked up her number and said, “What a coincidence. I have your number, little slut. Looks like you’re going to be eating some pussy this weekend.”
“Yes, Mistress; thank you, Mistress,” Jovina replied, hoping her excitement didn’t show through. From the look on M’s face, she would say she’d failed.
“Finish your job, then kneel by me.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Jovina finished passing the bowl around. When she returned it to the kitchen, she tried as hard as she could to keep from looking at Avery, who stood off in the corner, facing the group.
When she came back to the dining room, Sir K was asking those who wanted time with Avery to see him for the schedule.
Jovina knelt down next to Mistress Martie, who ignored her for a few moments. When the Domme finally turned to her, the Domme stroked her hair. “Show me to our cottage, Jo-Jo, and then you can make me come. I need a good orgasm before I take you over my knee.”
Chapter Two
“He went all out on these gift bags, didn’t he?” M picked up a pair of handcuffs, letting them dangle from her finger. “These will come in handy.”
“Yes, Mistress.” That seemed to be the only thing she could say since they’d started out of the house. Avery had shot Jovina a “what the fuck” look, and Jovina had just shrugged.
Of course she didn’t want to talk. Jovina wanted to get down to business, wanted to feel M’s soft folds under her lips.
Once they were inside Martie’s cabin, the Domme said, “Tell me, Jo-Jo, why did you want me to have your number? Are you a lesbian or bicurious? Lady Rebecca tells me you come to Behold sometimes, although not as often as the regulars.”
“I live out of town,” Jovina said. “It’s hard for me to get to Santa Fe often.”
“I see.” M continued to examine the contents of the bag, picking up the flogger and flicking it through the air. “Very nice. You’ll like the taste of this, I’m sure. But you didn’t answer my question. Are you a lesbian or are you bi?”
No one had ever come out and asked her that question. She’d never thought of herself as a lesbian.
“I have sex with men too.”
“Because you want to or because you’re submitting to them?”
Damn it, she hadn’t known there was going to be a test. “Well…” She thought back to this afternoon, when she’d tried to keep from swallowing Sir K’s cum.
“We’ll come back to that.” M picked up the collar. “Get on your knees so we can put this on you.”
Jovina knelt, and M made quick work of putting the collar around her neck, then locking it into place.
“Before we start, I want to make sure you’re here of your own free will.”
Jovina’s eyes widened. “I am.”
“You wish to submit to me?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“I just wanted to make sure. I’m certain Sir K had you all sign contracts, but I still like to know these things for myself. Now let’s talk about a safe word. How about prick, since there won’t be a real one between the two of us?”
Jovina couldn’t hold back the laugh. “I think that’s perfect, Mistress.”
“So do I. Now”—M moved to a chair and sat down—“tell me what you like, Jo-Jo.”
“I like to be spanked. But more than that, I like to be tied up.”
“I see. What else?”
What else indeed? She wasn’t sure what else to say.
“Since you’re so full of words, I’ll tell you what I think will bring out the good little sub in you. A good spanking, yes, and some bondage. But I think you need some nipple and clit torture, and some time in the main room being my footstool. I think you need to have a plug stuffed up your ass and then bury your face between my legs until I tell you to stop. Would you like that?”
“If it pleases you, M.”
“Yes, it would.” She stood and walked to the bed, where she picked up the paddle. “But first, let’s add to the stripes you’re already wearing. They’ve faded quite a bit, and I don’t think that’s a good thing. What did he use?”
“A crop.”
An evil grin lit M’s face, and it made Jovina’s insides do a flip-flop.
“You’ve never been cropped until I’ve done it,” the Domme said. “Maybe tomorrow. We only have a few days, so we have to work things into a tight schedule.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Damn it, why couldn’t she think of something to say?
“Hands behind your back.” Jovina obeyed, bowing her head as M fastened the handcuffs around her wrists.
“Before we go to the house, I think I’d better do a property evaluation. You will stand still and be silent.”
Jovina was pretty sure she shouldn’t say “Yes, Mistress,” so she remained silent while M’s hand roamed over her thighs and buttocks. Jovina had the idea she was looking for any type of blemish. Her touch was gentle, until she gave Jovina a not so subtle push toward the couch.
“Bend over.” Jovina did as she asked, biting back her shock when M spread her cheeks and pushed her thumb against Jovina’s anus. “Looks like my strap-on will get a workout this weekend. Up.”
Jovina stood as best she could, considering she didn’t have use of her hands. Mistress M grabbed her around the waist and turned her. Her hands grasped Jovina’s breasts, squeezing them with what Jovina thought was a little too much pressure.
“These are going to look beautiful wrapped in ropes. And I can’t wait to see your nipples pinched between some clamps. I brought a few pairs with me, even though I knew Sir K would provide some toys.”
M leaned over and captured Jovina’s nipple in her mouth. She sucked and bit, and Jovina groaned. When M moved to the other one, Jovina thought she would come.
“I’ve changed my mind about going to the main house. You’re going to be too much fun to share this first night.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“Let’s make you come, shall we?”
A nod was all Jovina could manage. “Go and lie down on the bed, on your back, with your ass on the edge. Make sure your legs are spread.”
“Yes, Mistress.” As she walked, she remembered that she wasn’t supposed to be talking. In the bedroom, she did as M had instructed. Her body was on fire with need.
The position she was in was not very comfortable, considering the fact her hands were handcuffed behind her. She tried and failed to get comfortable. She wiggled, moved her hands to the side, but they wouldn’t make it out from under her.
“Stop squirming,” M commanded. “This room is set up for bondage. Stay still for a full moment, and I’ll tie your arms to the bedpost. Keep moving and you’ll stay in the position you’re in.”
Jovina nodded, then closed her eyes and concentrated on staying still. Her hands and the cuffs bit into her back, but she focused on the fact that if she stayed still, the position would change.
“Once your hands are above your head, I can sit on your face and you can feast. Would you like that, slut?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
That was the incentive she needed. It had been far too long since she’d tasted pussy. Jovina lay still, despite the pain spreading through her back, arms, and shoulders. Within moments there was a pat on her thigh.
“Sit up.” She obeyed, happy when M undid the cuffs and instructed her to lie back down. Jovina put her arms above her head
, focusing her gaze on the ceiling as the cuffs were refastened and linked with the ropes hooked to the headboard.
Mistress Martie fastened her ankles to the ropes attached to the legs on the bed frame, and then Jovina felt her weight leave the bed.
“Very nice. Well, let’s get started, shall we? I usually like to take things slowly with a new sub, but given our limited time, I may have to make some adjustments.” She pinched Jovina’s thigh. “Don’t go anywhere, and keep your eyes focused upward. What I’m doing is none of your business.”
Jovina studied the ceiling. The cottage was a fairly good size, and from the outer room she could hear noise. Jovina imagined M rooting through her bag, trying to find whatever it was she was going to use to spank Jovina’s pussy.
The thought almost made her come. Three days, actually two and a half, of intense subbing to Mistress M, starting with a reddened cunt. This weekend was turning out fantastic.
“Where are you from, Jovina?”
“Excuse me?” She didn’t break her focus as she spoke.
“You said you didn’t live in Santa Fe.”
“I live in Buckshot. My family owns Queso Ranchero.”
“The cheese ranch? I’ve eaten there.” M rubbed something against Jovina’s thigh.
Do we have to talk about my family business? I want to play. The leather was moving up and down Jovina’s thighs, the calm before the storm.
She slapped the leather against Jovina’s thigh. “Does your body belong to me or you?”
“You, Ma’am.” Another slap on the thigh and another. They weren’t enough to cause her pain, but they certainly got her attention.
“Are you a little slut, Jovina?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Another slap, then another. Each one increased in intensity. “What will you do for me?”
“Whatever you desire, Mistress.”
This time the strike made Jovina groan. “Will you suck my tits?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Two slaps, one on each side.
“Lick my cunt?”
Stop teasing me! “Yes, Ma’am.” Jovina wiggled as much as her bonds would allow.
“Oh, someone’s getting impatient. Do you want me to strike your pussy, Jo-Jo?”
“Yes, Ma’am. More than once, please.”
M laughed. “Impatient and demanding. I’m not sure I like that.”
Jovina groaned as the Domme sat down in a chair near the bed. “Who decides on the number of swats?”
“You do, Ma’am.”
“Then why did you make a demand of me?”
Shit! I screwed up. “Because I want you so much, Mistress.”
“No, that’s not it.”
Jovina wanted to look at her, but M had told her to keep looking upward.
“You want an orgasm. If you’d wanted me, to please me, that is, you never would have asked for more than one. You would have said I could swat your cunt as many times as I wanted.”
“Forgive me, Ma’am. I’m just so excited.”
There was a long pause. When M finally spoke again, Jovina thought she might turn to stone.
“Perhaps I should ask someone if they want to trade. I might find a sub better suited to me for my weekend play.”
What should she say? Would groveling do any good? “I ask for your pity, Mistress. Please don’t trade me. I want nothing more than to please you, with my tongue, my words, my body. Please keep me.”
“Very nice.” Jovina heard M get up. Within moments M was striking Jovina’s thighs with the leather again, this time with no breaks, the smacks hard against that tender part of her body.
Jovina loved this, feeling the pain, letting a Domme take control of her. The leather struck her on either side, faster and faster, and then suddenly M popped it against her pussy.
Jovina bucked upward as the leather came down again and again. She bit back moans of pleasure, afraid that M would think she was being impertinent. M gave her a good, hard whipping before the Domme’s fingers parted her pussy lips.
“I do like your piercings. Did you have them done for a Master or Mistress?”
“No, Ma’am. I just did it because I like the way it feels and looks.”
“Not quite a full corset, but enough so I could lace you together.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“You have plump folds. Very attractive.”
Please stop talking and get back to the whipping. Please! “Thank you, Ma’am.”
“I want to make sure I don’t miss anything.” She moved quickly, unlocking Jovina’s hands. “Sit up.”
When she’d obeyed, M said, “Hold your lips apart while I continue spanking you.”
The Mistress knelt on the bed beside her and immediately began to strike Jovina’s pussy again, the leather hitting the soft, wet flesh. An orgasm stirred inside her, and Jovina concentrated on holding it back, knowing that if she allowed herself to come without M’s permission, it would be another transgression on top of the first one. There would be no third strike, she knew. M would take her inside and trade her for whoever was game.
Her body tightened as she fought the waves, her eyes screwed shut in concentration.
“Someone’s being a good girl,” M said as she continued to aim the leather at Jovina’s clit. “You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Jovina groaned, her voice sounding as if she might burst into tears.
“Maybe later.” The spanking stopped. The incredible feelings building inside Jovina started to fade.
M was crouching down, undoing the ropes that held Jovina’s legs in place. When she was done, she said, “Over.”
Jovina turned and bent over the bed. M quickly redid the bonds, again fastening Jovina’s arms above her head. Jovina’s body quaked with the disappointment of losing her orgasm. She could hear M moving about the room, but all she could really think about was that she wanted to go back to where she’d been, letting the Domme pound her pussy until she screamed out.
Let her control it; she knows what she’s doing. She’ll make it right in the end.
The bed moved as M knelt next to her. She clasped Jovina’s hair and tilted her head back before she placed a flogger with rubber strands in front of Jovina’s mouth.
“Kiss it.”
Jovina obeyed, then settled into heaven after M climbed off the bed and started to flog her.
The Mistress was excellent at her job, and Jovina could feel the sensation building in her again, although not as intense as it had been before. The strands struck her buttocks, her back, her thighs, and at times strayed down to the exposed folds of her cunt.
Her body warmed with the attention, but Mistress Martie didn’t give her enough pressure to make her soar. She’d flog her, then stop and gently run the strands up and down Jovina’s body and limbs before starting up again.
She repeated the process three times. Jovina knew M could probably do this all night, taking Jovina up, then down, then up again. It was part of the fun of submission, but tonight it felt like torture, leaving her hanging when all she wanted to do was come. It seemed like heaven would be out of reach for her tonight. But that was okay. It would make tomorrow all the sweeter. If she thought about it enough, she might convince herself of that.
After the third pass, M tossed the flogger on the bed. Jovina heard the rustling of clothes, and she hoped that meant M was undressing. The Domme knelt on the bed and undid Jovina’s hands before she settled herself in front of Jovina’s mouth.
“Eat me.”
Jovina had been wrong. She was going to heaven tonight.
Chapter Three
Jovina’s first instinct was to dive right in, but something held her back. There was a nagging thought in her mind that M might enjoy it more if she took things slowly, savored her task, brought her to peak at a leisurely pace.
She moved her tongue gently, lapping over M’s slit. The wonderful taste of her bare skin made it even harder to take things gradually.
The honey that awaited her was sheer perfection, and Jovina quickened her pace. She licked and sucked at M’s tender flesh, running her tongue over the woman’s clit. The Domme’s murmurs of approval made her taste even better, and Jovina buried her face in the woman’s crotch.
“Yes, that’s it. You are talented. I’ll have to let Lady Rebecca know I appreciate her recommendation.”
“Mumum,” Jovina mumbled as she continued to feast.
“Come on, Jo-Jo, make me come.”
Jovina got up on her knees, then bent her head down to lavish a few more kisses on M’s pussy. She crossed two of her fingers together, and then she slowly worked them into M’s opening. She wished her legs were free, so she could move around and get a better angle, but M stayed in place and didn’t offer to let her loose.
Jovina thrust her fingers in and out of the Domme. She looked up toward where the blonde’s head rested against the headboard. Her eyes were closed, a look of utter rapture on her face.
Jovina fingered Martie harder, her fingers stroking the sweet, soft insides. When M’s hips started to shift, Jovina leaned over and tongued her slit. She pulled M’s clit into her mouth and sucked it hard. At the same time she increased the movement of her fingers.
M’s muscles contracted, and she screamed out, “Oh fuck! What a good slut you are.”
She pushed Jovina’s head down, and Jovina ate with abandon as the Domme held her in place.
“Slow down, Jo-Jo. Give me a few more good passes, then go and bend over the end of the bed.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” A few more sweet tastes, and then Jovina obeyed M. When she was in place, Jovina turned her head toward the wall, running her tongue over her lips, savoring the taste of the Domme that lingered there.
“Would you like to fuck, Jo-Jo?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
The Domme chuckled. “I have a beautiful strap-on I’d love to introduce you to, but I’m torn. There’s a huge slice of me that would love to just lie here and let you lick me all night long.”
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