“I want to experience something. I want you to make me feel again,” the slave said in an almost drained sort of way. A year ago today, her husband, her Dom, died of cancer and she had been left feeling empty and alone. Not just because the loss of someone she loved, but at the loss of the pleasure he gave her through their bondage experiences.
“Everything that I say you’ll do, if you think I’ll pity you, go easy, or even pretend, don’t even waste my time,” Kayla was a dominatrix, she had known the couple for years, and she had always envied this girl as a slave. So willing to do anything, yet so frightened and emotional when it was going on, it was a true mix of pleasure with her and of pain. Both emotions intertwined with this slave, she was ideal, and she had been out of circulation for over a year.
“Yes mistress,” that’s all the blonde could say in her lifeless voice.
Kayla stood up, she was wearing patent leather shorts, it revealed her full plump ass. She handed her a card, “Meet me here at noon tomorrow” without saying goodbye she stalked towards the door and left the slave reading a small business card with an address printed in red ink. The day could not end or begin quick enough for this slave to taste the master’s touch again.
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She left early, she didn’t know where she was going, but wanted to make sure she got there with plenty time to spare. She knew punctuality was important, she shouldn’t keep her mistress waiting. She only had a vague recollection of where this would be, it was the countryside, she knew that much, but the exact where was foreign to her.
Hours had passed, she was away, far away from her home and seemed like she was journeying down some dark hole following the lead some white crazy rabbit and hoping that her salvation would be at the end. Finally she came upon the address, at least she thought that was the address. It was a large white building, what looked like a white barn, with old cars, rusty bits of farm impliments, and a chain link fence surrounding it. Only a large 66 was posted on the gate. She drove up to the main white faded barn and got out of her car.
She walked around a little, looking at the delapidated condition of a rusty car that was present, when she noticed the jeep that Kayla drove, the hood of the engine was still warm and Kayla must be near. The slave heard footsteps nearing, she turned, Kayla was coming towards her, whip in hand, her blood red lips, painted red nails, played against her soft white skin. She was hardly dressed, a black leather bikini, was all she wore.
She spoke not a word, let the whip fly once, it cracked the air, it made contact, the session had begun with no warning. She placed a leather collar around the Slave’s neck, a rope leading off it, she tugged on it for the slave to follow, no words were issued, just the command of the leash and the obedient slave followed.
Kayla removed the clothing, stripped the slave naked, her long blonde hair was a distraction. Kayla applied the ropes, arms back, immobilized, the slave heard a buzzing noise, slowly she saw the long spun gold hair that she had been growing for the last year falling to the ground, the mistress was shaving her head, she was making her the way she was, taking away the girlie elements, making her a slave again.
Outside, that was different, she had never been bound outside. Did Kayla know this, was it intentional, was it supposed to be the same but different. That chain linked fence, she was tied to it, arms spread wide, legs spread wide, the cool breeze felt good against her nipples, her pussy, she closed her eyes and when she did two hard lashes came down on her. She screamed out in pain.
Kayla moved forward, squeezed her face, “Can’t stand a little pain?” She got out a ball gag, she couldn’t have her slave screaming and possibly getting someone to interupt her. Again the lashing started, the slave had a tear rolling down her face, was it the pain? Was it pleasure? Was it the remembrance of a feeling?
What would happen next, the whipping continued, physical abuse, a knee to the pussy, an open handed slap, the restraints undone, the next phase of this outdoor bondage would begin. That old rusty car, she was led to it, more ropes, different knots soon she was face down over the hood, her arms tied down, her ass and pussy left open for the mistress to play with. A strap-on, the slave never felt a strap-on go in her before. The disembodied penis of this mistress felt peculiar, but at the same time every so gratifying.
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