“There.  How’s that?”

Annie moaned softly, about the only sound she could make with her mouth packed full of her own panties.  White surgical tape criss-crossed her face, sealing her lips and holding the panties in place.  With another moan, she surveyed her situation.
She was standing naked in her bedroom door, her legs spread.  Soft rope bound her ankles to eye bolts secured in each side of the doorframe.  Her arms were encased in a leather single sleeve, the laces and buckles drawn up tight enough that her elbows touched, pulling back on her shoulders and making her breasts jut out.  A soft blindfold covered her eyes, rendering her world dark.

Annie moaned again, savoring the taste in her mouth.  The panties with which she was gagged were soaked with juices.  Hers, mixed with those of someone who held her heart in bonds stronger than any chain.

“One more thing.”  At these words, Annie felt something being attached to the end of the sleeve, then an upward pull.  Unable to resist, she felt her arms raise, her body bending at the waist at the same time.  When the pull finally stopped, her head was at about the same level as her thighs, while her arms were drawn up into the air almost to the point of being painful.

“There we go.”  A soft hand gently stroked Annie’s ass, drawing forth another muffled moan.  “I think you can stay like that for now, so you can think about how you got there.”  Silence, and Annie knew she was now alone.  Soon, she heard the television in the living room go on, filling the house with the sounds of Saturday morning cartoons.

Gently, then with more force, she pulled at her bonds, but they were secure.  She was going nowhere until someone else released her.  Standing quietly, she thought about the events that had led to her being here.

Annie stood in the kitchen, sipping at a glass of juice.  Her side hurt terribly, and she was afraid she’d pulled or damaged something there.
“Well,” she told herself quietly, “that’ll teach you not to try lifting a full grown, bound and squirming woman by yourself.”  Setting the glass down, she winced at even the slightest movement.

“Gotcha!”  The shout in her ear was accompanied by two fingers poking into her sides.  Pain flared up, almost bringing her to her knees, and she spun around, half blinded by a sudden flood of tears.  She felt her elbow connect with something soft, and half glimpsed something falling away from her.  Holding her hands to her side, Annie closed her eyes, breathing deeply until the pain subsided to a tolerable level.  Then, opening her eyes again, she gasped in shock.

Lori, her live-in sub, lay stretched out on the floor, moving feebly.  With a soft cry, Annie dropped to her knees, cradling the younger woman’s head in her lap.  Lori groaned softly, and her eyes fluttered open.
“Why did you do that?” she whispered, more than physical pain evident in her voice.  Slowly, she reached up and put a hand to her cheek, where the beginnings of a large bruise were already beginning to show.
“Oh, darling!” Annie cried.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to do that.  But when you poked me, it hurt so much, I just reacted.  Oh, tell me you’re ok!”
Lori’s head jerked around to face her.  “Hurt?  Mistress, I didn’t poke that hard, I swear!”
“I know, darling,” Annie assured her.  “But I think maybe I pulled something when I lifted you onto the bed the other day.”
Lori’s eyes widened.  “Mistress!  Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I should have, I know.  But I didn’t want to worry you.”
Lori shook her head.  “Mistress, if you’d told me, this wouldn’t have happened.”
“I know,” Annie agreed sadly.  “I should have said something, but because I didn’t, you’ve been hurt.”
“It’s ok, Mistress,” Lori said, hugging her gently.
“No,” Annie disagreed, “it’s not ok.  If you had done something like that, you would be punished, and rightly so.”
“Yes, Mistress.”  Lori’s eyes dropped.  “But I’m the sub here.  A Mistress, doesn’t get punished.”
Annie looked at the younger woman silently, then said, “Well, this one will.”
“Mistress?”  There was confusion in Lori’s eyes.
“My actions caused you pain,” Annie told her.  “And for that, as soon as my side heals up, you are going to punish me.”

Now, bound and helpless, Annie smiled.  It had taken some doing, but Lori had finally agreed to the idea of punishing her Mistress.  Annie knew it was not normal for a Mistress to allow herself to be punished by her sub, but she felt this was only fair.  As Mistress, she held the final word, but that didn’t mean she could get away with hurting the sub she loved.  She had done very wrong, and now, by her own choice, she would pay for it.

Annie squirmed a little in her bonds, her mouth filled with the taste of sex.  Before removing her panties, Lori had rubbed and stroked her pussy until her panties were soaked with her juices.  Then she’d removed them and rubbed them over her own soaked pussy, adding her own taste to the saturated cloth.  The taste of their combined juices was enough by itself to turn Annie on, and the strict bondage didn’t help, since it kept her from doing anything about her growing arousal.

Lost in her thoughts, Annie didn’t realize she was no longer alone until she felt a hand on her ass.  She moaned softly as the hand gently stroked her soft skin, her moan changing to one of disappointment when the touch stopped.

The first swat caught her completely by surprise.  Her ass suddenly stinging, she tensed, awaiting the next swat.  Instead, she felt her ass gently caressed.  Slowly, the sting began to fade, until she was once more moaning softly with pleasure.  And that’s when the second swat landed.

By the fifteenth swat, Annie’s ass was as sore as she could ever remember it being.  At the same time, the soft caresses between swats, sometimes slipping down to rub her pussy, had aroused her to the point where even the sting of the swats felt good.  After the fifteenth swat, she pushed her ass back, awaiting the caress to follow.  But it didn’t come.

Instead, Annie felt her arms being lowered.  Almost disappointed, she wondered if her punishment was now at an end.  She felt her ankles released, and waited silently for whatever came next.
“Well, that was a nice warm-up.”  Annie shivered at the smile she could hear in Lori’s voice.  Warm-up?  Puzzled, and more than a little nervous, Annie was helpless to resist as a hand turned her and guided her from the door until her legs bumped against her bed.

Soon she found herself seated on the bed, her legs spread and bound to the footboard.  A collar was placed around her neck, and then her blindfold was removed.  Blinking, Annie’s eyes slowly focused to the sight of Lori attaching a rope to a ring in her collar.  Lori then tied the other end to the footboard, drawing in the slack until the bound woman sat hunched forward.

Now she felt hands at her shoulders, and slowly, the sleeve was loosened, then removed.  Annie reached toward her gag, but Lori quickly grabbed her wrists, drawing them together and securing them with stout leather cuffs.
“Not yet, darling,” Lori smiled as she removed the rope from Annie’s collar.  Then, gently, she drew Annie’s cuffed hands over her head, and back, until Annie fell to her back, her hands over her head.  Lori quickly locked the cuffs to the headboard, leaving Annie stretched out and totally helpless.  Then, with a smile, she began stroking the bound woman’s thigh.

“You know,” she said softly.  “There’s one thing we forgot to discuss about this.  We never set a time limit.”  Shocked, Annie’s eyes widened over her gag.  She’d assumed Lori would punish her, and then release her, but it was now obvious that release was the last thing on Lori’s mind.
“Remember that time I tied you up?” Lori asked.  Annie was surprised that her sub would bring that time up.  If their love had been only a little less strong, that episode could easily have torn them apart.  Instead, it had made their relationship that much closer.

“Well,” Lori’s voice broke Annie’s chain of thought, “I found out something that day.  I found out I enjoyed having you bound.”  At Annie’s shocked look, Lori smiled.  “Not all the time.  Not even very often.  You will always be my Mistress, and my heart, soul and body will always belong to you.  But, just every now and then, I think I’d like to be able to turn the tables on you, let you be the bound and helpless sex toy for a while.”  At these words, Annie felt a warmth growing between her legs.  She’d never before considered the possibility of being the submissive in a relationship, but here, with Lori, she felt safe in letting go the reigns.

“So I thought I’d just keep you like this all weekend.”  All weekend?  Annie’s eyes widened.  The first time, when Lori had drugged and bound her, she’d played with her for several hours, and by the time she was done, Annie had been almost crazy with the need to cum.  And now she had two whole days of it in store?  A sound that was half a moan of desire, half a groan of despair, came from behind the gag.  Smiling, Lori gently removed the tape, then drew the panties from Annie’s mouth.

Annie worked her jaw for a moment, recovering from her time spent gagged, then looked up to her erstwhile sub. 
“You want to keep me bound until tomorrow night?” she asked nervously.
Lori smiled again.  “That’s the idea, yes.  Do you agree to try it?”
Annie thought about it, and the more she thought, the wetter her pussy became.  She’d not considered the possibility that she had a submissive side, but now she felt a need to explore the possibilities.
“Yes,” she said simply.
Lori frowned and softly swatted her thigh.  “Yes, what?”

Shocked, Annie simply looked up at her for a long moment, then she lowered her eyes.  “Yes, Mistress,” she replied softly.
“Very good.”  Smiling broadly, Lori released Annie’s feet, then unlocked the cuffs from the headboard, though she didn’t remove them.  Taking Annie’s arm, she guided the older woman out of bed and to her feet.
“I do believe,” she said as she fitted a breather gag into Annie’s mouth, “that you’ve been laying around long enough.  Besides which, I’m hungry.  So go fix me some breakfast, you know what I like.”  Annie nodded and moved to go, but Lori stopped her.

“Oh, one more thing,” she said, reaching into a bag beside the bed and withdrawing a butterfly vibrator.  Moving quickly, she strapped it into place over Annie’s clit, then sent her on her way with a swat on the ass.  Annie wondered why she hadn’t turned the vibrator on, then noticed that it seemed to have no controls.  Now what good is this, she wondered.
She soon found out.  As she stood in front of the stove, the vibrator came to life, sending shivers throughout her body as it trembled against her sensitive clit.  Now she understood, she thought, even as the vibrations died.  It was radio controlled.  Lori could activate it from anywhere in the house.
Breakfast seemed to take forever to fix, with that vibrator coming on at seemingly the worst times, and never staying on long enough to satisfy.  By the time she carried Lori’s meal to her, Annie was wondering seriously if she could last the weekend.

By Sunday evening, Annie had been reduced to a quivering, shivering wreck. For two days, she’d been kept, naked, bound, and at the peak of sexual need.  And not once during those two days had she been allowed to orgasm.  She’d spent the last part of the evening tied to the bed, because she simply could not walk any more.  Her legs were too weak, her muscles trembling too much with need.

Saturday afternoon, she’d slipped into the bathroom, hoping to relieve herself with a quick, quiet orgasm.  But she’d barely touched herself when Lori had caught her.  For her transgression, she’d been bound spread-eagle to the bed, while Lori tortured her for what seemed an eternity with a low-speed vibrator.  Instead of the relief she’d sought, Annie had come out of the episode even more aroused.

Now, as she lay helpless on her bed, her body seemed to move of it’s own will.  Her hips undulated slowly, her thigh muscles clenching and unclenching in a matching rhythm.  Soft, continuous moans slipped from behind the gag that filled her mouth.
Lori entered the room, smiling.  Her slim, naked form shone from the bathing she’d had Annie give her earlier, and at the sight of her, Annie’s moans rose in pitch.  Smiling softly, Lori removed the gag.
“Is my little slave horny?” she asked softly.
“Oh, GOD, yes, Mistress,” Annie moaned.
“Would she like to cum?”
“Yes, Mistress, please.  Please make me cum!  I need it so bad.”

Lori slipped onto the bed, straddling Annie and placing her pussy over the bound woman’s face.  “When I cum, you cum,” she said simply.  “But only if you make it last.”  With that, she lowered her pussy to Annie’s mouth.
Annie attacked Lori’s pussy eagerly, licking and sucking for all she was worth.  Then, realizing that her own orgasm depended on how strongly she made Lori cum, she drew back, lightly nipping on Lori’s lips and clit with her teeth.  Lori moaned and ground her pussy down onto Annie’s mouth, but Annie was not to be rushed.

Slowly, deliberately, she drove Lori to the brink of orgasm, then drew back, letting her slip back down.  Annie’s own pussy throbbed with need, seeming to drive her on with every taste of Lori’s juices.  Still she held back, teasing, taunting, exacting her own kind of torture with her skilled lips and tongue, until Lori writhed over her bound body.

Finally, Lori threw back her head and nearly shouted, “Make me cum now!”  Smiling, Annie drove her tongue deep within Lori’s pussy, feeling the tight tunnel grasp and clench her tongue.  With a growl, Lori dropped her head, her tongue spearing into Annie’s sopping pussy.  Now they worked feverishly on each other, their mingled moans rising into the still air, until, suddenly, each drove the other over the edge.  For Annie, her long-denied orgasm exploded through her, sending wave after wave of fantastic sensation roaring along every nerve.  Finally, it was too much, and her world went dark.

When Annie came to, she was untied, yet unable to move.  It seemed every muscle in her body was limp, and all she could do was turn her head to the naked girl lying next to her.
“My god,” she whispered.  “That was unbelievable.”
Lori nodded.  “I know,” she replied softly.  “I thought you were never going to stop cumming.”
Annie laughed softly, then forced her arm into motion, curling it around the younger woman’s shoulders.  Lori responded by curling up at Annie’s side, her head resting on Annie’s shoulder.  From there, her eyes gazed softly up.

“Well, Mistress, did you enjoy your punishment?” she asked playfully.
“Very much so,” Annie replied, softly kissing the top of Lori’s head.  “And I think we’re going to include more such punishments every now and then.”  Lori giggled and squirmed just a bit.
“Not too often, I hope,” she said.  “I enjoyed being the Domme, but I much prefer being your little sex toy.”
“No,” Annie shook her head.  “Not often, darling.  Still, it can’t hurt to turn the tables every now and then, can it?”

Lying quietly with her loving sub in her arms, Annie thought about the weekend, and what it had taught her.  She smiled when she realized that she and Lori had reached the pinnacle this weekend.  This had been more than a simple “punishment,” much more.  Lori had long since given her the gift of her submission, and Annie had responded with the gift of her Domination.  But now, she thought, the ultimate, final gift had been given.  Through love, and trust, she had given herself to the woman she loved in a way she could never give to another.  Smiling, Annie closed her eyes.  The greatest gifts, she thought, are those that are not simply given, but shared.  And as she drifted slowly off to sleep, with the woman she loved cradled in her arms, Annie looked into the future, anticipating the gifts the two of them would share.

12/08/01