“Why are you here,” Victoria asks from her chair. Of course, She knows why I am here. I come to see Her every time I visit Los Angeles. She is no taller than I am, but on her stilettos appears so much more. Her skin is the color of a coffee bean, dark brown with a hint of red. Her hair is done in cornrows and neatly arranged. She is wearing nothing but an array of white leather straps that outline her sleek hips, small breasts, and trimmed mound. Her back arches as she sips port wine from a tall glass, and she keeps Her dark almond-shaped eyes focussed on my body, but Victoria is good at not giving away too much.
“I am here for You Lady Victoria,” I respond, for it is my truth.
“Liar,” she snaps, flicking the crop in her hand gently. “You are here for your pussy.”
“True, Lady Victoria,” I admit, not displeased at how the game is going. “I am here for my pussy.”
“Always, it's your pussy,” she says. “You get plenty enough at home with Mistress Salome, do you not?”
I blush a bit, for my relationship with Salome is no secret. Nor is the fact that Mistress does not restrict Her Own. “Mistress sees well to the needs of Her property,” I say, careful to keep my legs parted, chest back to best display my breasts and bottom, and show off my training.
“And yet here you are, before Me. Why is that do you think?”
“Because I am near You, and not my Mistress. And my pussy craves Your touch.”
Victoria pauses for a long moment and strokes Her chin. “Of course she does. You are a slave to the needs of your cunt, as are all the whores who come calling.”
I look down for a moment, staring at the black tiled floor. “This is true m'Lady. My cunt sang when I boarded the plane for L.A.”
“And were you wet the whole way here?”
I nod, thinking for a moment of the pretty older stewardess who checked to make sure my seat belt was tight. But mostly I thought of Victoria. I had texted her days earlier to let Her know I would be in town along with my schedule, as always dominated by work. By flying in a day early, a date was made. I could work in the morning, even though after seeing Victoria I might not want to sit at all for a couple of days.
“Did you go to the restroom and take your relief?”
“No Lady Victoria. Whores should not reward themselves for mere lust. Rewards must be earned.”
“Well said,” she said, legs sliding open. Victoria's sex is bare, her pussy lips slim, and barely visible under the flesh of her mound. She lifts one leg up over the arm of her chair and shifts her hips a bit, so Her pink pucker also comes visible. "Perhaps next time Salome my come."
“I will convey your interest to my Mistress, Victoria.”
“Strip,” she commands. “You are not dressed for My House.”
“Of course, Mistress.” I had the opportunity to change at my hotel, but my choices were conservative as other co-workers might be arriving for the Conference and I did not wish my kinks widely known. My lesbianism was enough. My fingers slowly undid my black silk blouse, revealing the tight lacy bra I had chosen for Her. I fold it and lay it on the nearby table, conveniently placed for such purposes. A simple choker reflects my Ownership without overtly signaling my submission. My leather skirt unzips easily, and I slip it down my hips with a slight shimmy then fold it for the table. But I keep facing Victoria, wanting Her to see the blue lacy panties I chose, to show how sheer they are and how my wet cunt is so readily visible beneath the fabric. I am now down to my stockings and heels, four-inch stilettos, as high as I go.
“All the way,” she says. “Stockings too.”
I smile as I unstrap my bra and peel it off, shaking my chest a bit to make my breasts bounce for Her.
She smiles a little as I do and taps the crop lightly in Her hands.
I step out of my heels, which is the real reason she wants me bare. Stilettos are not meant to be worn, at least not for long, and play between dominant and submissive can become exuberant. While presentation matters, a sprained ankle may quickly end the most enjoyable scene. Down go my stockings, lacy and expensive, and I remove them with care for use again later. And then with thumbs hooked under the waistband, I peel down my panties, and step out of them, and begin to put them away.
“Bring your panties to Me,” She commands.
I move to Victoria and hold them out. She plucks them from my outstretched hand and holds them to her nose, breathing deeply. Her nipples seem to rise as she breathes in the scent of my sex. “Very fragrant,” she said. “You must have been wet the entire flight. Were you dreaming of Me the entire voyage?”
“Partially, Mistress,” I admitted. “But there was an older stewardess on the flight, very prettym who paid me particular attention, and kept touching me as she pretended to check my seat belt.”
“Do you think she wanted you?”
“I know she wanted me. She whispered her hotel in my ear.”
“Yet you are here.”
“You are not at her Hotel, Lady Victoria .”
“Good answer, slave donna.” She lifts the panties to under my nose. “Smell them. You must have leaked a great deal.”
I take a deep breath, drinking in my scent, the scent of hunger and arousal. My cunt is wet, I was excited during the flight, yes, but it wasn't until I got into the cab to come to Her that my pussy really began to seep. As it seeps now. I can tell it, I feel my cunt tingling, and I know the Lady can see it too, see the sheen of moisture on my pussy lips shows Her how hungry I am.
She flicks my panties aside. “Still, you should know better than to wear panties in My house. Salome has Her own ideas about training slaves, so I cannot blame you. But I can correct you, so that next time you visit you come properly undressed.”
I nod, but this is part of the game too. I like pain, at least in moderation. It wakes my skin and makes my body flush with desire. By knowingly coming in panties, I have given Victoria an excuse to 'correct my behavior. I know this and She knows this too. It's a part of the game we play.
“Come,” she says and leads me to the binding posts attached to the rafters in her basement ceiling. They are strong and secure, and I smile as she takes the padded cuffs and binds my right arm to the ceiling. Gladly I offer my left and again I am bound, as she adjusts the chains so that I can stand with my legs open, and arms apart, my entire body exposed to Her.
Of course, I pretend to fear, but we have played this game before, and if I do fear the pain that shall soon follow, I crave it even more and the ecstatic release it promises. Victoria knows my safewords, and I can trust She will be careful with me
“Well, I was glad to hear you were coming,” Victoria says, with a soft kiss to the back of my neck. She steps close to me, and I feel Her mound pressed to my left hip, grinding just a little and leaving a sweet seepage in Her wake. Her tongue glides along the back of my left ear licking and I can hear her breathing and the press of her breasts on either side of my arm. “Now what shall I use to instruct you?” Her fingertips glide across my bottom. “I feel some ridges here, marks from earlier play. Has your Mistress increased the intensity of Her training? Are you ready for this next step?”
“I am,” I say, but really I am frightened for the first time. Mistress Salome likes pain, but like me, she does not seem to enjoy heavy pain. She likes to warm my flesh and sear it, but not to mark it in any lasting way. Of course, play arouses us both and sometimes She goes a bit farther than even She intends, but my Mistress never truly loses control of herself. But it's a relationship. It is Her part to take me to the edge of myself; it is my job to inspire Her to do more.
