Sasha's Game

by Candace Smith

  Ronnie climbed in with her and began washing her, gently pushing her hands back to her sides when she tried to stop her crying. “Shh, just lay back, Sasha. Close your eyes and try to relax.” Sasha did as she was told.

  Ronnie washed her hair and climbed around behind her, resting Sasha’s head on her breasts and massaging her temples. Sasha’s sobbing began to ease and soon had all but ended.

  “You’re not like me,” Ronnie said gently. “I know that’s what you’re afraid of, but you’re not. I need pain and humiliation to be aroused. You can be aroused by them. There is a difference. It opens up a bigger world of pleasure for you.”

  Sasha had stiffened when Ronnie began speaking. She remained tense, and Ronnie knew she had guessed correctly at what was bothering the tormented young woman. “Darien occasionally enjoys what you experienced last night when William removed your nipple nooses. I doubt if he’d ever use a cane to the extreme that William does, and I guarantee he never would have racked you like my Master did outside. There’s a difference between being able to tolerate something and enjoying it.”

  “William doesn’t particularly care if I enjoy what he does or not, and that’s part of the thrill for me. Darien cares deeply about what arouses you. So much so, that he was willing to send you here to allow you to find your limits.”

  Sasha had begun to silently weep again, and Ronnie wiped the tears off her cheek. “Come on, let’s get something to eat.”

  Sasha rose from the tub and Ronnie handed her a robe. “Won’t the Master punish us?”

  Ronnie smiled. “He works in the study all day today and we won’t see him until dinner.” She noticed Sasha visibly relax.

  After lunch, Ronnie took her for a walk outside. They followed a short trail through the trees, and Sasha was astounded to see it opened to a beautiful garden with goldfish pools, walking paths and raised beds of an amazing variety of flowers. On the far side was a fountain and a cloth-covered canopy over a wide cushioned surface.

  Ronnie held her hand while they walked, stroking her thumb over the top of her silent companion’s hand. “William gave me this. It’s my sanctuary.” She held Sasha’s chin and their eyes met. “Yes, even I need a break once in a while.” She smiled and leaned down to kiss her. Sasha felt Ronnie’s arms go around her in a gentle embrace, and the initial surprise as her tongue slipped into her mouth relaxed into the comfort she needed.

  Sasha could not discern when she felt the first rush of passion as her arms circled Ronnie, but the slickness of her clasping muscles could not be denied. She had not realized Ronnie had moved them towards the awning until she gently guided her down to the soft cushions.

  Sasha closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs tightly as Ronnie’s lips and tongue blew and licked across an aroused, erect nipple. With extraordinary care, she caressed the bruised flesh with the warm, liquid caress of her mouth. Her slender fingers traced the welt across her stomach, and moved on to the one marking her thighs and mound. They trailed back and forth across the raised skin, finally stopping at her slit. Sasha moaned.

  Once more, confusion clouded her arousal. The only time she had ever been with a woman was at the ceremony. She never even considered the act before, and now she was lying in a garden with tender fingers caressing her body. Her hand moved to bring Ronnie closer. Ronnie rose on top of her, kissing her again, and she rolled with Sasha so they were lying on their sides.

  Sasha’s fingers found Ronnie’s pink nipples already tight and rigid, and with minimal trepidation she lowered her head. Ronnie moaned as the soft lips captured and sucked, and instinctively Sasha offered occasional nibbles that delighted Ronnie and caused a shuddering response.

  Trembling fingers made their way to the juncture of her thighs, resulting in Ronnie gasping and quickly rearranging their positions for better access to bury her face in Sasha’s liquid heat. Sasha bucked into her mouth, her fingers hesitantly separated Ronnie’s folds. Her uncertainty led her to mimic the exquisite manipulations being performed on her own melting flesh, until continuous gasps, moans and whimpers accompanied the sound of the water splashing in the fountain.

  It seemed as though they pleasured each other for hours before Sasha felt Ronnie begin to tighten towards climax. Just the thought of bringing her that much pleasure caused Sasha’s own responses to rush towards completion, and Ronnie hurled unintelligible sounds as her cream rushed onto Sasha’s waiting tongue. Sasha inhaled sharply, quivering as she thrust her climax into Ronnie’s waiting lips.

  The trembling shudders eased, and Ronnie sat up to give her a kiss. “Wow.”

  “Wow,” Sasha agreed.

  Ronnie curled a strand of Sasha’s long hair around her finger and smiled. “So my sweet innocent, are you a lesbian now?”

  Sasha laughed softly. “No, but you would be my first choice.”

  “Well, you’re not a pain slut like I am either,” Ronnie smiled. “There are so many delicious experiences out there, and I’m jealous of you.” Sasha’s surprised expression amused her.

  Ronnie stroked Sasha’s lips and gazed into her eyes. “You are a rare bird, you are. I’m fairly certain Eric and Melinda are going to be worse torture for me than anything William can do, and I will be salivating over my Master’s torments by the time I return. And you, you spend your time with that crazy couple, reducing Katie and me to seething jealousy at being denied the opportunity of experiencing it. You find the arousal and pleasure in all of it, Sasha. You’re amazing.”

  Sasha frowned. “I have to be honest with you, Ronnie. I didn’t find much pleasure in yesterday’s experience.”

  Ronnie laughed. “No, but William counted your arousal on three separate occasions, and if you think he can’t tell, remember how you felt when we were massaging him.” Redness crept into Sasha’s cheeks. “He can always tell. I love and hate that about him.”

  Sasha sighed. “Ronnie, I’m so confused. I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing any more.” Sasha’s eyes had a mischievous glint. “It seems every time someone touches me, I get wet. So you might be wrong about the slut part.”

  Ronnie stood, held out her hands, pulled Sasha up and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “You’re no slut, Sasha.” She spread our a slender arm as if encompassing the whole garden. “You’re an explorer. A sexual explorer.” She squeezed Sasha’s shoulders and added, “But you can be a slut with me anytime you want to.”

  They went back to Ronnie’s bedroom, and she surprised Sasha by providing her with a shift to wear to dinner. She winked at her, and said, “I told you yesterday we were allowed to relax at dinner when William allows it. That would be Wednesday evenings.”

  Sasha’s mouth dropped open. “Do you have any idea how pissed off and disappointed I was when I saw the dog dish last night?”

  Ronnie nodded. “Oh yes. Your expression was delicious.”

  William was already seated when the women sat down at the table on either side of him. He poured them wine, and asked, “Did you ladies have a nice time this afternoon?”

  Sasha almost replied, ‘Yes, Master’, when Ronnie spoke up. “I showed Sasha my gardens.”

  Sasha risked a slap by saying, “They’re beautiful.”

  “Veronica has an amazing green thumb. She manages to keep things in bloom almost year round, and I swear it’s the only place on the property the sun reaches,” William replied.

  William and Ronnie continued to talk, while Sasha tried to get her bearings with William’s change. Right before he put a bite in his mouth, William said, “Don’t worry about Darien. You’ll be fine.”

  “Um, thank you. I hope so.” William’s complete transformation in demeanor was weird, and Sasha had no idea how to navigate his mood.

  “He’s not as intense as I am,” William continued.

  Sasha muttered, “He’d be dealing with a corpse, if he was.” She looked up, horrified that she had spoken the thought out loud, and William and Ronnie burst out laughing.

  “God, your fun,” Ronnie laugh
ed.

  William scowled a little. “It did take a bit of persuasion to get even you to follow me, Veronica.”

  “That was only because I thought you were a Dom wanna’ be. It wasn’t until I chased you down with your shopping list, that I figured out you were the Master of pain I’d been looking for.” Ronnie saw Sasha’s confused expression. “Our men go to great lengths to acquire their companions.

  “I’d been working as a stewardess for a few years. I liked the travel because it gave me the opportunity to cruise the BDSM scene in so many cities while I searched for a master. I caught William’s eye when he was on one of my flights, and when I leaned over to hand him a drink he said, ‘You might want to pull up your collar a bit. Was the idiot that did that completely inept with a whip, or did he run out of places to mark you?’”

  Ronnie laughed at the memory. “I was stunned silent. I was also creaming my panties, right there in first class, but I managed to reply, ‘I stopped him after the second strike. The bastard broke my skin in three places.’ Well, William promised to whip me correctly, and I joked with him thinking he was another pretender. I mean, really, a guy in first class reeking of money is into the Dom scene?”

  “I had to cross the country three times on her flights to try to state my case,” William said. “Eventually, I threw all my cards on the table and left a shopping list on my seat.”

  “I picked up this paper as he was disembarking,” Ronnie continued, “and I glanced at it not knowing if it was an important phone number or something he needed. It was titled, ‘Shopping List’, and oh, the things that were on it. There were nipple clamps, handcuffs, a whip, a flashy collar… I chased him down the ramp to return it to him, and suggested we go together because I needed to pick up a few things. Obviously, William turned out to be the real deal.”

  Sasha smiled, “Definitely not as cutesy as Eric and Melinda’s meeting, but really, what could be?”

  Everyone laughed, and Sasha said, “I’m beginning to think Darien needs to hold out for a bigger challenge. Our story isn’t going to be nearly as interesting.”

  “Ah, but your story isn’t over yet,” William reminded her.

  After dinner they watched a movie, and Ronnie had Sasha sleep in her room while she went to William. Sasha thought about all that had happened in the past few days. Her feelings were beginning to make sense to her, and that was almost as frightening as when they seemed completely chaotic.

  In the morning, she dressed and packed her small bag. She joined William for breakfast, and Ronnie knelt silently by his side eating out of her ceramic bowl.

  William walked her to the door when Darien arrived, and he kissed her knuckles and told her she was welcome back any time. Sasha shivered when she turned to look up at the stone house as she got in the car.

  Darien kissed her. “You’re all right?”

  “You knew I’d learn a lot with them. I am all right, but I don’t want to go back there for a long while,” Sasha responded.

  Darien drove her back to the safety of their house, and when he saw the purple bruises on her chest, she had to stop him from calling William. “These were your orders, Darien. You’re the one who told him not to hold back. Now, please stop it. I told you I’m all right.”

  “I’m so sorry. I figured he’d have enough sense to curb some of his tastes.”

  “I don’t think he planned to use the cane on me until I frustrated him by not begging sooner. The good news is Ronnie tells me I’m not a pain slut, and after spending the time with William I feel fairly certain he would have cured me if I was.” She managed to get a weak smile out of him. “I wouldn’t look so smug. You’ve just discovered I don’t like to be mercilessly tortured, so if that was one of your fantasies for a compatible companion, you’re out of luck.”

  “Oh, I’ll torture and torment and drive you to distraction, Sasha. Don’t you worry.”

  They spent two days quietly at home or out in the clearing watching the sunset. Darien told her she would be required to kneel or follow him the way Ronnie had taught her whenever they were in a club or at a private party, unless he ordered her otherwise.

  Because of the extreme measures William had forced her to endure, he was holding off further training until they reached Nevada.

  Clara and Henry were going to housesit while they were gone, and Clara made sure to get permission from Darien to use the game room as Henry prepared to take them to the airport.

  CHAPTER X

  They arrived at the Nevada apartment late in the afternoon. It was fairly close to Las Vegas, and Darien told her he had lined up a few shows for them to see while they were there. The first few days they stayed around the contemporary residence. Darien took her to see the Grand Canyon and the Hoover Dam, and they watched the neon lights of the casinos from the distance.

  Darien dressed her in beautiful gowns and took her to some shows. She played a few slot machines while he kept watch on her from a nearby Black Jack table, and he smiled when she would squeal with delight over a five dollar win after spending twenty.

  The summer Nevada soirée was the following week, and he decided it would be a safe opportunity for Sasha to make her debut. The Chairman of the Nevada club would be there, and he looked forward to seeing friends he had missed for the past few years.

  The beginning of the week, Darien began training her for the dinner. “In public, you are Sasha, my companion, but in private or in our special social situations, you are mine.”

  Darien had been telling her that for some time, and she still was unclear on what he meant. Sasha had not registered the changes she had slowly made as her independence drifted away and was replaced with Darien’s designs for her.

  She waited for him to lay out her clothes every day, and tell her how he wanted her to wear her hair. Even her scent was of Darien’s choosing from the matching shampoo, soap and perfume, and the commercial brand that she had worn since high school had been discarded some time ago.

  When they went out to dinner, he ordered her meals and wine, and he picked the shows they would go to see. The few times they watched television he held the remote, and if music was playing, it was his selection.

  Sasha had not driven since she had met him. Her grandma’s old car had given out, in need of major engine repair, before they had begun dating, and at the time she lacked the funds to replace it. Now, it was unnecessary.

  She bathed when he told her to and ate when he decided they were hungry. He started her on an exercise program that rivaled Veronica’s, explaining to her that their lifestyle required extra strength and stamina.

  Sasha rarely thought for herself. He had immersed her so deeply into depending on him and following his orders that she no longer concerned herself with matters not involving their life together.

  While they were in Nevada, other rituals were added. Sasha discovered that in the morning Darien really enjoyed her lips on his cock, delivering a sensuous liquid welcome to the day, and without being aware of it she had stopped considering her own pleasure when she awoke. It thrilled her when the first word he spoke was her name, groaned out in the passion of his release while his hands gripped her head.

  The reality had been Darien, knowing her desire to please, maneuvering her head in that direction and pretending to be pleasantly surprised. It took a couple more mornings of guiding her, and now when she awoke her moist mouth surrounded his shaft soon after their morning kiss.

  She washed him in the shower and he washed her. Darien made an appointment to have her pussy lasered when they visited the house in New Mexico on the way home, and in the meantime he had her sit on the counter while he shaved her.

  He had been working on her kneeling, and she could hold her back straight for over an hour now. She was learning to wait for his bites and sips at meals, and she enjoyed the torture of stalling the voracious appetite Darien used to find so enthralling.

  The night he chose to visit his friends, he had Sasha apply her makeup and return to the bedroom.
Darien reached to the back of the closet and pulled out an extraordinary garment for her to wear.

  The top of the gown was a black corset, and he wrapped it around her, lifting her breasts and placing them so they rested exposed and on display on a wired shelf. It thrust them up, out, and together. He tightened the laces so that her already small waist was almost two inches less in circumference, and the constricting band forced her to take shallow gasping breaths that made her appear aroused. When he reached between her folds, Darien knew it was more than an appearance.

  The black thong panties were open in the center and crossed over on her pussy, allowing his finger to slip in and access her folds without going under the waistband. He rolled on the seamed, thigh high black stockings that he liked, and there was a sheet of black diaphanous material that circled her waist and swept to the floor. It was sheer enough to give a hint of the treasures hidden underneath. An emerald capped jacket buttoned under her breasts to hide her exposed nipples while they were in public.

  He slipped on the shiny, black leather high heels he had had her practice walking and kneeling in for a week to ensure she could gracefully fall to her knees and roll to a rise on command.

  The final touch was the thickest of the gold chokers he had purchased for her, with the ornamental necklace he gave her after the ceremony hanging just below it.

  Darien stepped back, slowly walking around her, and Sasha felt the dampness of her heat at the look of desire in his eyes. While he dressed, she walked over and gazed at the vision in the mirror, trying to place the beautiful woman staring back at her. There was no hint of the naïve girl who had entered Darien’s world a few short weeks ago, and Sasha knew the exotic creature in the glass was worthy to have him as her Master. Darien and Sasha’s eyes met in the mirror, and the unspoken message was acknowledged by both of them. Darien knew she belonged to him, and he now understood that she had finally admitted it to herself.