I slept so well that night. It wasn’t just the sex. I was truly happy for the first time in quite a while. Miss was the reason. For some reason, it felt really good to call her that. It had just popped out instead of Katherine. When asked if I knew my role, I didn’t even have to think. Yes was the obvious answer. I was a submissive beta woman and she was my alpha, my Mistress, my Miss. It felt so natural, so comforting.

I heard my name in the distance, “Maura... Maura, time to wake up. Open those eyes my sweet.” I didn’t want to wake up. The sex dream with Miss was enthralling. My body was moving as part of the dream. If I opened my eyes it would end, so I stayed in the moment, my body movements integrated into my dreamscape. Eventually, I gave in, and my eyes slowly opened. “Morning my sweet subbie.”

“Morning Miss,” I said languidly. That’s when my situation hit me. She was standing close, naked as I was except for a leather corset she was wearing. Its partial cups pushed her boobs up and closer while cinching her waist and accentuating her hips. I tried reaching for her, but my arms wouldn’t move. I suddenly realized I was securely tied in the form of an X. Shocked, but not wanting to be a complete alarmist, I said, “Katherine, what’s going on?”

“I just thought it would be fun to explore your submissiveness a bit this morning and hopefully give you a deeper understanding of it, along with some fun. Sort of testing your limits. You up for that, pinky?”

I wasn’t scared. I never thought Miss would hurt me. But the whole thing was so startling that I was a bit apprehensive. Having no idea what she actually intended, I said nervously, “Okay. I trust you.” Then, a little more lightheartedly, added, “After all, you’re a cop. You’d never hurt me. Right?”

“Of course not. And remember you have your safe word, ‘Red.’ We talked about that last night. Remember?”

“Yes, of course. ‘Say the word and everything stops.’ I remember.”

“Good. So I’m guessing you’ve never been restrained before in sex play?”

For some reason, I laughed. “No, this is a first.”

“Okay then,” she said as she moved to the bed. “I don’t know about you, but I’m horny as hell.”

“Oh god! Me too. I was just dreaming about you... us... being together.”

“Mmm, good,” she said as she straddled me and moved over my face. “Now get me off,” she instructed while lowering her sopping pussy on my face and beginning to move back and forth.

Feeling half smothered, I pulled my arm restraints tight while my open mouth collected her juice and my tongue began licking and flicking her. She went on, “Oh yes! That’s perfect pinky. That’s it, suck my clit!” Her movement slowed until she kept her clit constantly over my open mouth.

I opened my eyes. She was clutching the headboard, eyes closed. Her body writhing like it did last night. “I’m close pinky, really close. Just like that. Good girl. I might squirt, so be ready to swallow.”

What the fuck I began to think just when her thighs squeezed my head. She began squirting and shouting. “Fuck yes! Yes, yes, yes. Drink me in! God damn that’s good. Oh pinky, you’re made for this.”

I did swallow—gulp after gulp of her... juice let’s call it. I knew what it really was, but I was so happy that I almost came. In a minute or two she moved back, and then, holding my head in her hands, we kissed deeply, just as we did last night.

When the kiss broke she said, “That was perfect pinky. Now it’s your turn. But first, what do you think of the name I’ve picked for you, pinky? All subs need a special name that’s just for them and their Domme. Since we met at The Pink Lady I thought it was very apropos. Do you like it?”

“I do actually. I agree it’s very apropos. So now we’re Miss and pinky.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she said, “Yes, for these special times. Plus, if we’re together and I call you pinky, you’ll know that I’m invoking our special relationship. You never know when that might be desirable.”

I laughed. I could somewhat imagine what that might entail. “Yes, I’m sure you’d have an... interesting reason.”

“Quite,” she said as she grinned and started playing with my left nip. “So pinky, a few questions. Do you know what edging means in sexual terms?”

“I believe it’s bringing someone almost to orgasm and then stopping.”

“Right. And then starting it all over again and again... for a short or a long time. Ever experienced it?”

“No. At least not on purpose. There have been times when my partner couldn’t quite get the job done, so to speak.”

“Ah, yes, got it. So, are you multi-orgasmic?”

“Meaning I cum more than once in a row?”

“Precisely.”

“Well, it’s happened a few times, but it takes the right person and stimulation. Speaking of which,” I said while pointedly looking at her hand in action on my nip.

“Feels good does it?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Good. You find that enjoyable I assume?”

“Your fingers or the multi-cums?”

“Both.”

“I love both. Wish it all happened more.”

“Did your ex give you that pleasure?”

“No. And I’d rather not go there.”

“Understood. Do you know what a Hitachi vibrator or a Womanizer is?”

“I’ve seen pictures of a Hitachi. Who hasn’t? But the womanizer... is that some Lothario guy?” That was half a joke, but I had no idea what she was talking about.

She reached down and a buzzing noise started. “This is the real Hitachi,” she said as it appeared, buzzing away in her hand.

“Ah... so it is. What a surprise.” All the while thinking, oh god she’s going to use that on me.

“Tell me what you think,” she said as she held it on my nipple.

I winced. Not in pain but from the instant pleasure shock. “It’s, ah... feels powerful.” I thought that was stupid, but I was afraid of what might happen if I admitted it felt really good.

“That it is. How ‘bout this?” She moved it to my clit.

“FUCK!” I jerked and tried to move away. There was no avoiding it.

“Powerful, huh?”

“God yes!” I gasped out.

She turned it off, put it down, and came back with what I soon learned was the Womanizer. A clit sucking type of vibrator.

“This is relatively new to the vibrator world. It uses suction and a pulsing stream of air to stimulate your clit. Let me give you a quick demo.”

It started to hum as she lowered it onto my clit. “Oh god! That’s amazing. It feels wonderful. That’ll easily get me off.” She pulled it away. “Oh no! I was—”

“I know exactly what you were. So, now the fun starts.” She positioned it back as she leaned forward and began sucking my nipple while caressing my boob.

“God yes! It’s wonderful. Oh, suck my tit. I love it. I love you Mistress.” My body began to tense. I was straining at my bonds. Just a few more seconds. Then... “Fuck! NO! I was so close. I’m... I’m... god.”

“So close and yet so far. You’ll get there... eventually. When I decide to allow it.”

I wanted to curse her. I also loved her. I stayed silent. It started again. My body immediately tensed. How much of this would she make me endure? I suspected she wanted me to beg. I was determined to resist.

I couldn’t avoid moaning and murmuring my feelings. Sometimes I cried. During each cycle, I uttered a stream of ohh’s and ahh’s. I quickly lost count of how many times she stopped. I was gasping and sweating—it was running in my eyes and stinging.

Once, when she’d just pulled it away, she ran two fingers between my labia and curled them, thus scooping my copious juice. Licking her fingertips, she said, “Mmm pinky, you taste so sweet.” Then she put them on my lips. I instinctively opened them—in they went. “That’s it pinky, suck them. Get every drop of your juice. You love it don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasped. The vibrator resumed. I squealed.

“Remember your safe word.” She wanted me to give in, to quit. That just increased my resolve. On and on it went. She was so good at it. Right to my very edge each time.

Then that one time when I was ready for her to once again pull it away, it stayed and stayed. “OH MY FUCKIN’ GOD!” I screamed as my body convulsed, my arms and legs jerking at my bonds. I was gasping and panting so much that no more words could come out. Every cell in my body seemed to be part of that orgasm. Then it began to fade. I began to return to some semblance of normal. “Fuck. I never imagined one could be that strong and lingering. Miss, your torture makes me happy. I’m your pinky. Can we please kiss?”

“Of course sweetness,” she said. While once again mounting me she went on, “Can you smell it? The odor of sex emanating from you, your nectar, and your sweat. It’s delicious.”

Her arms went under my shoulders as I replied, “It’s all your doing, and I do love it, the aroma that is, not your torture.”

“Yes, you do or you’d have stopped me. One word and I quit. Shall I quit now?”

She was baiting me. She knew exactly what she was doing and exactly what I wanted or needed, maybe both. “No,” I murmured.

“I didn’t think so.” Her hands cupped my head and pulled us together. The kiss was rapturous. For a moment I felt like we were morphing into one. Then she moved away and sat beside me. I was so accustomed to my restraints that I barely noticed them. “So, pinky. Next is the Hitachi. It’s going to be a totally different experience. Think you’re up to it?”

“Different how, if I may ask?”

“Of course you can ask. Well, we just went through orgasm denial. You experienced its frustrations and ultimate reward. The Hitachi will be kinda the reverse. It will almost always be on you. Objective: multiple orgasms, can you take the intense stimulation of your clit, you must know how sensitive it will become. It’s possible you could pass out from orgasm overload. Remember, you can always tap out, red.”

“Can we do something really nice when you’re through torturing me?”

“I’m disappointed. I thought we covered that this isn’t torture. We’re exploring your submissiveness. You’re meant to enjoy this, at least when it’s over and you remember it. And yes, we can do something really nice.”

“Okay Mistress, let’s explore,” I said with a grin.

With no further comment, she positioned herself between my shackled legs, Hitachi in hand. Then the thrumming buzz began. It first touched the base of my vag. The pulsations ran through my groin. She moved it slowly upwards. The vibrations were everywhere, but I felt them getting stronger and stronger as it got closer to my clit. I’d already had a quick preview of what was to come. Finally, it hit my clit and stayed.

There was no staying mute from this. “Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck. Damn, it’s so...”

“Intense?”

“Fuck yes! God damn! My clit... jesus.”

Then she started to move it in circles. Always on my clit but subtle changes as more or less pressure affected different nerve endings. The orgasm was building already. Reflexively my thighs tried to press together with no success. Then, “OH GOD! Fucking YES, YES!” A guttural scream escaped me. I shook like a wet dog. The intense pleasure began turning into intense torment. I frantically tried to pull away, to no avail. That’s when she eased up. I let out a sigh of partial relief.

It didn’t last long. Back on my clit. Those same movements, circular, hard and soft pressure. Very slowly the torment and pleasure began to blend. Eventually, the pleasure won. Another orgasm was building. I shouted, “OH MY FUCKING GOD! As the next one took hold, my mouth opened in a silent scream as my body thrashed and shuddered.

She said something. All I heard was, “...red.”

I shook my head back and forth violently. The cycle had been established. Yes, I am submissive, but I do not give up. They began to be almost as strong as the single one the edging caused. I was mostly seeing black. I was aware my eyes were rolling back. I heard my screams. I loved every one. The pleasure was unimaginable, but so was the agony... on and on.

Then everything went black. I heard or felt nothing. Somewhere far away I heard, “Pinky, pinky. C’mon, wake up girl. Wake up for me. Pinky!” I opened my eyes. “Welcome back! Jesus girl. You were out for almost a minute.”

Then she kissed me. I hugged her tight. It took a few seconds for it to register that I was no longer tied.

“Did I do okay?” I said. I so wanted to please her.

“Oh Maura. I love you. You want to know if you did okay. Jesus, you are amazing girl! You’re way past okay.”

I pulled her fully to me. Our legs entwined as our tongues twisted and swirled. That lasted for minutes until we eventually separated.

“So, Mistress or Katherine, which is it now?”

“Katherine is appropriate,” she said with a big grin as she stood. “I have the soaking tub full of hot water and bath salts. Come and we’ll enjoy them together.” She offered her hand. I grasped it and was lifted like a feather.

Her bathroom was all steamy and smelled like roses. A large, white porcelain tub was against the far wall under a window. Steam was slowly rising from the water. She held my hand as I stepped in first. She quickly stepped behind me and guided us both down. It was almost too hot, but really just perfect. We settled in, me leaning back against her, her arms holding me and cupping my boobs. Damn! It felt so good on my tormented body.

“So, how many other damsels have gotten this treatment?” I asked.

She laughed. “I’ve lost count. I run ‘em through like cattle.”

“C’mon, I’m serious.”

That’s when she slowly, gently, started to caress my boobs. “Of course I’m kidding. You’re number two.”

“What happened to one?”

“She decided she was going back to cock full time.”

My turn to laugh. “Do you ever visit the dark side?” Her touch was relaxing me and turning me on at the same time.

“I have... rarely. It scratches an itch sometimes and proves that I’m where I belong.”

“Seems reasonable. So, we just met yesterday. Less than twenty-four hours. What are we doing?”

“Well, from my point of view, it’s sort of a karma, serendipity, destiny thing. I made this choice some years ago. You are just trying it on for size at this point. Or at least that’s how I see it. This is not your first time with another woman, but you just dumped a guy and... do you really know where your mind is?”

“I suppose I don’t. Not for sure anyway. But right now I’m happier than I have been in quite a while.” Then I started laughing. I have no idea why. It wasn’t funny, it was the simple truth.

“What’s funny?”

“Sorry, nothing really. I just thought about how I’ve never passed out from cumming before. There’s a certain pleasurable weirdness about that.”

Our conversation continued along those lines. We switched to our jobs at some point. Her hands moved to my nips. She added more hot water. It was like being with your very best friend and lover and I barely knew her. I felt the orgasm building and tried to ignore it. It just felt good. I knew I wouldn’t cum just from having my nips played with. Then, “Oh god,” I said softly as my body trembled briefly.

She kissed my ear and whispered, “I’m glad I could give you that. I care for you.”

Somehow I turned over and kissed her, hard! We sank below the water for maybe thirty seconds and then rose back up. Breaking apart I said, “Well, that was new.”

“And quite enjoyable!”

That kiss broke the spell we both seemed to be in. She went on. “So, how about we go get some brunch and take a walk through the park. See the lake. Do some people watching. Make a few guys think about what they’re not going to be getting.”

“Sounds wonderful,” I laughingly replied, “but all I have are my work clothes. I don’t want to go out like that.”

“No problem. We’re both about the same size except I’m a couple inches taller. So I’ll fix us both up with some shorts and tops, nothing needed under. Sound good?”

I laughed. “If ya got it, flaunt it, right?”

“That’s the idea babe. And we got it!” More laughter. Then she said, “Listen, call me Kate when we’re just being friends like now. That’s what my close friends call me and I think we meet that standard.”

That brought a smile to my face. “Thanks! I’m happy that you think that because that’s how I feel about you.”

We got out of the tub and she grabbed one large, thick bath towel. We dried each other with it and then headed into the bedroom where she rooted around it a couple drawers. She tossed me a pair of faded black denim short shorts and a black, cotton crop top. She got blue jean shorts that weren’t super short, and a white T-top for herself.

The shorts didn’t leave much to the imagination, and the tops left our nip bumps clearly visible. “I guess we’re going for the flaunt it look,” I said as I giggled.

“Aren’t we supposed to look sexy? Two single women out on a Saturday.”

“Absolutely! This is going to be a fun afternoon.”

With that we drove to the lake shore area, parked, and made our way to the boardwalk. It is lined with shops of all kinds and restaurants of many different varieties. Being a Saturday afternoon, it was also full of people out doing the same as us, people watching and generally enjoying the scene.

We strolled along, stopping to browse through a few stores and checking out the menus of a few restaurants. I suggested we eat at the last one we checked out. Their burgers looked really good, they had ten different beers on tap and outside seating.

“That does look good,” she said, “but let’s look at a few more stores and then come back here.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

We passed a few more stores and then came to the Piercing Palace & Tattoo Emporium. “Let’s go in here,” she said as she urged me through the door.

“Seriously? You want a tattoo?” I asked.

“No. I’m thinking of something for you.”

Somewhat shocked, I replied, “I don’t want a tattoo!”

“I wasn’t thinking of that. But I do think you need a belly button dangle. In fact, I was surprised that you don’t have one.” On one hand, I was relieved. I really didn’t want a tattoo. But I had often thought of a belly button piercing. I’d just never had the right motivation. “Your stomach is so flat and your belly button so perfect that it would look stunningly sexy on you. So let’s get it done! I was thinking of a dangly red heart. Whaddaya think?”

“Well... I’m—”

“Look, here’s the perfect one.”

Looking in the display case, I saw it. It spoke to me. That, or I’d been mesmerized by her spiel about my stomach and being stunningly sexy.

“Okay. What the heck, this seems to be a change weekend. Might as well have something new to remember it by. You’re buying, right?”

“Absolutely!” she said quickly as she turned to the approaching guy. As he was about to speak, she said, “My friend wants this red heart dangle for her belly button that you’re about to pierce for her.”

The rest is history as the saying goes. Soon we were back at the restaurant, at an outside table, drinking our beer, while I admired my new sexy, dangly red heart. While walking back there, I noticed two guys and one girl staring at my bare midriff and then looking at me and smiling. I held Kate’s hand and smiled back while thinking, this was a good idea.

We eventually finished lunch and nursed second drafts as we watched the world go by. I felt so renewed, almost reborn. This was an inflection point in my life. I welcomed it while wondering what the evening held.