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fear and lust she saw there.
Leslie felt the woman’s lust deep in her bones, but more thrilling than that was a feeling of compassion and respect emanating from Jane’s dark eyes, which seemed to surround Leslie in a protective cocoon.
Yes, little things, she’d said. It was the little things, grabbing her in the middle of her cunt, making her want what she’d never wanted before. She was surprised how much she throbbed between her legs despite the fact that she’d already experienced one powerful cum that night. When Jane’s hand carefully pulled her thighs apart, Leslie realized how tightly they’d been pressed together. Opening them, she relaxed and her nervous arousal bloomed.
There was no one else in the room. Just she and Sir Jane. It felt so… damned… intimate. Without the electricity of Sapphos, or the comfort of Jane’s cottage, just the barren emptiness of the meager room, she and Jane alone. Leslie felt closer to this woman than any soul on earth.
Jane’s fingers pushed inside her again, her cunt this time, while Leslie scooted on the stool to accommodate them more easily. Withdrawing her fingers, Jane pressed her nails into Leslie’s fat labia until her sub jolted and a funny sounding cry came from her lips. Jane reached out and stroked the collar and Leslie’s neck, then affectionately ran her fingers through her hair, all the while pinching her very hard down below. The experience at the same time tender and punishing.
“Come to my lips and lick them,” Her Domme said drawing Leslie’s head to hers.
Her breath smelled sweet, no bitter cigarette smell, instead a natural aroma, and her lips were soft, belying her masculinity. Leslie liked the curious opposites of Jane’s body and licked her as ordered with a growing passion behind the act, until Jane suddenly pulled away.
“Get on your knees, and suck my breasts!”
The probing fingers at Leslie’s cunt remained, the tender hand at her neck still cupped her gently there. As Leslie slid off the stool dropping to her knees, she eyed Sir Jane’s simple vest; it would be easy to undo and she couldn’t wait to bare her lover’s breasts. Her heart beat a little faster as she unveiled the treasure: round white tits and pert nipples already scrunched into tight brown pebbles. Leslie lowered her mouth to Jane’s undulating flesh, letting her meandering tongue and her lust guide her. Her mouth moved lower to Jane’s belly and to the top of her leather pants, until the Domme’s hand suddenly pushed her sub’s head all the way to her cunt, still covered in aromatic leather. Leslie breathed in, catching the scent of leather and her heady female perfume.
Answering the Domme’s unspoken need, Leslie fumbled with brass buttons on Jane’s pants. They started at her waist and proceeded down through her crotch, continuing between her legs, and up the back side. With deft fingers she opened each button until the two sides of the pants began to pull away from each other and a naked cunt peeked out. A slit with silky brown hair appeared, musty and damp to touch, the fragrant sexy scent of her sex billowed out like fog.
As Leslie’s fingers finished undoing the little buttons, her tongue slipped between the thin labia to taste Jane’s surprisingly sweet juice. Then the pants slipped free and Jane’s entire cleft became exposed. The woman pulled Leslie down to the floor and straddled her head, slowly lowering her sex to the sub’s eager mouth. The territory of a woman’s cunt was familiar to this newbie sub, while the feeling of being so thoroughly dominated by a woman remained strangely new.
Leslie lapped hungrily, giving the woman that now owned her all the satisfaction she demanded. Jane’s ride atop her mouth was as silent as her nature; but as Leslie’s fingers slipped in and out of her Domme’s cunt, she could sense the satisfaction rise and fall from deep within the woman’s body. Then she felt the hard body tense, and a remarkably quiet and strong cum roar through her form and shake Jane at her core.
As soon as her climax was over, Jane pulled away immediately and stood up, jerking Leslie’s collar with the leash and bringing her to her knees.
Lengths of soft thick rope went around Leslie’s waist and through her cunt, pressing tightly on either side of her clitoris, almost cutting where it’s most tender. Then Leslie’s arms were fastened to the beam above her, while her knees were spread open wide and tied off to the side beams.
The lust driven Jane stood over her sub again, her cunt right at her face, expecting to be serviced again. Leslie began again, working with lips and tongue over the fragrant snatch, while feeling herself bathed in the woman’s warm juices. Jane took longer to cum this second time, savoring the way her little bitch could get her off. At least this was not something she had to be trained to do, the woman thought; Leslie was a virtuoso at oral sex – how very lucky for her!
Finally finished off for the second time, Jane grabbed her pants and started to button them back in place. “Don’t go anywhere,” she said when she finished – as if Leslie could go anywhere with her arms and legs securely bound to the wooden beam structure.
The lights were turned down lower still when Jane left the room. The darkness seemed to eat away the empty spaces about her, making Leslie’s bound form the center of a tiny universe. She remained alone, and lonely inside the encompassing darkness.
Leslie preferred her eyes closed, preferred to feel the ropes and the pressure they applied to her body, the firmness with which they held her captive – something so strange and new to her that it was frightening and wonderful at the same. Her brief bondage episode with Robin had been nothing like this. Her helplessness drove deep inside, where the wanting of her heart began and connected with her sexual desire. She drifted for a time through her mixed emotions of love and fear and loneliness, at last focusing solely on the moment of Jane’s return, and how much she wanted her Domme with her now. This was so unlike her, so very different from the always in control, resourceful, independent life she led. Being totally dependent on another human being was a leap of faith, a matter of trust, a stretch so great that she was humbled by its power. Trusting Jane, submitting to Jane now seemed as natural to her as breathing.
The collar jerked, abruptly, without warning.
“Keep your eyes closed,” a voice from the darkness spoke.
Leslie came to, feeling herself being prodded at her cunt and ass with a double dildo, suddenly stuffed so full that she let out a small whimper as she adjusted to the discomfort. A blindfold slipped over her eyes, doing what she’d already been doing with her eyelids. Then her arms were untied and stretched forward, her chest thrust over something cold and hard.
The immediate sting of a whip made her cry, stripping away any peace that her brief interlude might have given her. Then a dozen subsequent cuts laid on in rapid succession penetrated her body with a searing pain. That pain produced a sudden throbbing ache, and a warmth that radiated throughout her body.
The cold cock lodged in her ass popped free unexpected but was immediately replaced by something smooth, heavily greased and pressed to the hilt inside her ass. Moving in and out of her body, the hard cock fucked her with jolting thrusts, while another someone’s hands held her steady over the hard round thing supporting her torso.
Leslie screamed, so she thought, and her face burned with shame in response to the brutal assault. Her mind reeled on wildly, her emotions flung back and forth from hate to love to fear to pleasure. Suddenly, her body burst from within with a climax that swiftly jarred every nerve and had her wiggling against the impaling prick, as if she loved such blatant brutality.
Her ass friend slipped away with her prick sliding from her backdoor, and there remained just the woman who had been holding her hands. Her silent lover caressed her sweating palms, while Leslie’s eyes poured tears of joy, and of pain and relief into the fabric of the blindfold that covered her eyes.
“You’ll sleep on the pad, right here.” She recognized Jane’s voice … the kind voice she used when the hard scene was over. Relief. Contentment. Love flooded her wounded body and bewildered mind … was love possible so soon? The woman who’d displayed such violent passion now consoled her. And Leslie’s devotion to her Domme had been secured.
She wanted to be held by her, caressed by her, loved by her yet more deeply. But it was too soon; she understood that. She had more to prove, and she would prove it to her beloved Sir Jane.
Some ropes would remain all night – those around her waist and through her cunt. Jane also tied her wrists together, then she left the room with her submissive slave sleeping peacefully on a cool hard mat.
***
Several days later Leslie rapped on the door of the cottage.
