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Today dawns and I’m up early. Master’s not here on the weekends, I do get sad about this but I understand. I love slipping into things he’s worn. Catching that last lingering scent. I breathe deep. Soon it’ll will be gone and I’ll be waiting for him on Monday like a junkie needing a fix.

He’s my fix. I’m his addiction. Maybe we’re just each other’s junkies? I can never tell when i’m close enough to breathe him in I cease to care about anything else. I pray he can forgive my moments of needy girl, or that I’m pretending to be a boy when I fuck my girlfriend.

When it’s all said and done, I’m his girl. Whatever form I take, when I’m out modeling or whatever. I always snap back to his little raven haired beast. It’s become my setting, I can cut through crowds, with this beastly personality. I get noticed more.

I’m more daring because I have him to return to.

Today, I slip on his shirt, which means he must have my Ramones shirt. He’s been eyeing it since we met. I smiled to think of splayed across his chest, I imagine him breathing me in. I have a shoot today, with a friend so they’re not expecting much.

That’s when I see them. His old dirty boots. I run over to them, as though he’s inside them. I slip my bare feet in them and proceed to practice walking in them. I feel clumsy yet powerful. I put on some Rollins Band and stomp around my apartment. I wonder if he’s feeling my energy now.

I’m all aglow with sweat by the time my photo shoot actually happens. My shirt is unbuttoned slowly my breasts exposed. My wet pussy is shot, spread and fingers. I’m not being shot, posed. This friend is shooting the animal I’ve become. He tells me I am beautiful. He’s never seen anything more amazing, reactionary, he thinks I could be a real erotic model.

I say thank you. I try to not blush, store this away. Master’s talked about making me a site that I could make money. As with all things related to him. I’m trying not to push. I want them but, I will wait to be given things.

Tom Petty was right the waiting is the hardest part.

I say goodbye after we’ve put the pictures on my laptop. I’m picking out the best ones and deleting the “myspace” face ones. As I’m looking at myself I start to see it. The thing that others see. I’m looking at myself not as myself, I mean I am me but, I can see what others see. My hand slips between my legs, his boots against my ass as I explore my wet pussy. Fingers fucking where his cock once was. My pussy squeezing tight around my fingers. I’m thinking only of watching myself, as I explode.

His boots fall heavy and limply to the floor. I’m pleased, and I can wait till Monday.

My tongue knew every inch, not just his cock either. I’m pretty sure I’ve run my tongue over every inch of that chocolate skin of his.
We met about two years back when a previous Master of mine suggested a threeway. We had even discussed John taking over ownership of me after Master left us both.

He never did, despite all my trying and hints that I wanted this to happen. I think he doesn’t out of respect, that’s okay. I’m always fine with being his little playmate, whenever he asked. It never really occurred to me to think “Oh he’s a black guy…” I always just thought “Oh, it’s John, I hope he let’s me…”

Tonight John took me to a club, an upscale gay bar with a heavy cross dresser aesthetic. I always wanted to look my best when going out with John, he always dressed very nice. I think he knew that suits got me off, not suits alone but, give me a man in a suit and I couldn’t resist. I had to get as much girl-juice on the crotch as I could.
The club had play areas in the back to use them you had to be a membership. John was, tonight I was his plus one. I couldn’t be happier. We ordered drinks at the bar and took in the scene.
“I want to play with cock tonight.” He whispered his lips on my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. I could only press my ass into his legs and nod a limp reply.
***

An hour later we were back in the “Pink Pleasure” room, I was down on my knees my ass jutting out semi exposed while my lips were wrapped firmly around John’s rather meaty prick. My eyes were watching his, I was fixated. I knew others were watching. If I didn’t stay focused, I would run. Listening to his moans was making me wet, I was sure everyone behind me could see. In a daring moment when I’m gagging on his nice thick cock, I spread my thighs.

To a few muffled gasps.

John’s hands were running over my ass, I could tell because he had to move to pet me which caused him to force more cock into my mouth. He must have decided that that felt good because he started fucking my mouth.

The kind fucking only intended for someone’s pussy. Drool was coating his cock now and the lower half of my face. He didn’t seem to care though. His hand was on the back of my head, pushing me down.

Holding me there.

I couldn’t breathe. My pussy shuddered and clenched with a dull ache. My heart beat faster as I pressed my pussy to the floor. Every cell of my body screaming for relief. I was certain I was going to black out, the room was spinning and I just couldn’t….

Gasping.

I was coughing and gasping my whole body shaking as I was sucking in air again. I could breathe, still my lips instinctively reached out again for his cock. Sucking him once more. Just the head, he was almost ready. My mouth sought out his cock instinctively, I was merely an instrument to my own lust. I heard him cry out then i felt the shudder, followed by the warmth.

I swallowed.

My pussy tingled and a sense of relief washed over me. The urgency I felt only moments before abated, I was at peace. My tongue was coated, John being ever the gentleman offered me a sip of his beer. I didn’t take it. Most girls would’ve, anything to offset the taste. However I was not most girls, I am me and I wanted to wear this taste home.

Except with three.

A terrible track record for someone who had more Dominants than those three. With those three I did not try to be submissive. I was submissive. It was rare, really rare. A feeling I longed for yet, was totally leery of since it was always sudden and total.

He scared me because I wanted him to be more. In my experience, I’ve never had my master and my boyfriend be the same person. It’s just that I’ve always been the “play with them and send them home” type. That’s not to say I didn’t love either man.

But, he was new. He was young like me. We could somehow view things differently. He didn’t just allow my brattiness. He found it endearing. He didn’t consider my pink hair and my piercings “out of place” or “kinky”. They were what made “me” me. He liked me as is.

He didn’t wish me to change to fit some idea of an idealized submissive. Under him I was able to embrace who I was to become a better girl. He did not make me feel shameful. He made me stronger. Even as I was bound, waiting in his chair. Alone. I felt strong.

Today was a very special day. Saidin had tied me in pretty pink ropes. My legs were the only things forced open. He had me spread open with a spreader bar.

“Be a good girl,” he had said pulling on his boots. “I’ll be right back.”

That could have been minutes, but it felt like hours ago. Ages. I pondered this.

Saidin had left a full length in front of me. My nipples were hard and my breast seemed bigger, looking at them bound. I’m a bit vain in knowing I can get wet just looking at myself. I suppose that’s why I did porn. Part of it anyways.

I watched my pussy moisten as my pussy lips got puffy. As a teenager, I thought my pussy was disgusting since my inner lips were slightly longer than my outer ones. Now, I longed to touch them. I loved them.

Saidin stood behind me. I was unaware of him until he was stroking my collarbone. His finger moved down slowly, stroking my skin. He reached my nipples and pinched them hard. I cried out, but my eyes were transfixed. I was watching us.

As he came around in front of me, I smiled. He just grinned and unzipped his pants. I wanted it in my mouth badly. I knew he wasn’t going to give me that satisfaction. Tonight he was going to fuck me. His cock was rigid and perfect. It made my pussy juices gush. I was getting his chair messy, but I don’t believe that Saidin cared about his chair at the moment.

He pulled my hips out so my back now rested in the puddle. He drove his cock into my terminally tight cunt. I moaned, arching my back sinking myself all the way to the base. His eyes were intense as he slammed into and out of me. I felt myself flush as I studied the features of his face.

I was going to orgasm looking at him. He made sure of it, smirking as he slammed into me, finally digging his nails into the flesh around my hips.

I gasped.

My hips pushed me off as I rolled them, my pussy answering, spitting out my slickness and his seed. I was panting I was a beautiful mess. Saidin freed my ankles, and I extended my legs cautiously. Slowly, as he freed me, I began to come back to my senses. “Damn,” I whispered.

“That’s my girl,” he said, smiling back at me.

“Want to watch Doctor Who?” I asked hopefully.

“After I give you a bath, you’re filthy.” he said, picking me up and carrying me to his bathtub .

At the tea party, during the rounds of trading places, Alice finds herself
bewildered and befuddled, and many other sorts of “be” ending in
confusion. The flurry of motion and Alice tripped, landing against the Mad
Hatter. She looked up at him in the moment before he sat back down,
passing out scones, tea, and other nibblets.

Seeing that the Hatter, mad as he was, was possibly the most sane
individual (not to mention the most human) Alice found herself oddly
comforted and climbed up into the Hatter’s lap.

“Why hello there. When did I become a chair?”

“Oh, you’re not really a chair, but….” Alice started, cut off by the
clatter of cups and saucers as the March Hare and Dormouse fussed about
their tea sets. Her big blue eyes stared up at the wild eyed Hatter.

“Oh, well, I do have a place for you to sit. I suppose….but….” the
Hatter stopped, and shouted “CHANGE PLACES!” getting up swiftly, carrying
Alice around to the next place, scrambling over the table and plopping
down in the next chair.

“Oh!” Alice said, flustered. “Is it always this crazy?”

“Crazy? Crazy!? Hardly, little boy.”

“But, I’m not a little boy…”

“Are you now?” the Hatter looked at the small girl on his lap as if
pondering a profound truth. “I suppose we can see about that.”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you mean what do I mean? I’m mad, not mean, little boy,” the
Hatter scoffed, pulling Alice’s dress up a little bit. Sipping tea with
one hand, his other sliding up and down her thigh.

Alice, shocked by the Hatter’s touch, turned red. She was innocent enough
to not realize the Hatter’s intention, but she was old enough to know that
something was out of sorts. The knowledge, if not the realization caused
her stomach to stir and make her squirm on the Hatter’s lap.

“Mr. Hatter?”

“Yes?” The March Hare spoke up, sloshing tea around onto the table, to
which the Hatter threw a hot buttered scone squarely at the furred head of
the disheveled Hare.

“Hmm, it’s raining,” the Hare pondered, pouring tea for the Mouse.

The Hatter looked down at Alice again, his hand slipping up higher under
her skirt. “Here, have some more tea? It is almost after-thimbus.”

Alice gasped as the Hatter’s touch. She could even feel something stir
under her. Wonderland was full of sensations and people she had never felt
before, but there was something strange and real about the Hatter’s
growing girth under her youthful rear.

Moments later, as the March Hare and Dormouse, lost themselves in
reflective puddles of tea and shards of porcelain, the Mad Hatter explored
under Alice’s skirt with the deftness of a hand used to moving about
fabric, the other preoccupied with pouring and drinking tea. Alice herself
was lost in a heady sensation, never been touched before, assaulted on all
senses, even reason at the Hatter’s fingers and thick outline of his
shaft.

Heady, lost in the moment as she was in Wonderland itself, Alice started
to press back against the Hatter’s lap. The rigidity gave her something to
push against as the Hatter’s hand kept exploring her under-skirts.

The sensation sent a bolt up her spine, causing a short gasp to escape her
lips. That gasp caused a small cessation in the clattering tea party. It
only lasted for a moment, before the chaos resumed, causing the Mad Hatter
to look down at Alice. “So, how is a raven like a riding desk?”

“I…don’t….” Alice said, gasping, “Know. Mr. Hatter. Ohhh…”

“Me neither,” the Hatter grinned, pushing his hips up a little to meet
Alice’s fevered grinding. The hand under her skirt on her hip to guide her
along the length of his shaft, rubbing against her firmly.

Soon after, the Hatter was pushed beyond his limit, causing him to hold
Alice’s backside to him, wedging himself up against the creases of her
skirt. His orgasm filled his pants suddenly, the change in sensation
causing Alice to collapse from her first orgasm as well, the small
convulsions shaking her body uncontrollably.

I’m the type of girl who gets bored easily. If I let myself get too bored I get up to no good. I do “naughty” things out of sheer lack of something better to do. I’ve always been bad, my mother said so.
Summer has always bored me to tears, expect for that summer where I lived in London. But, that’s a story for later, if you’d like.

“Have fun, Be nude, Earn money” That was all the ad said. I assumed that it was a porn site looking for models. I was wrong, so very wrong.
The ad was placed by an art gallery which catered to a very specialized art crowd. It shocked me at first, but after running my own porn site this was nothing. I thought.
“Ms. Batling” said my very striking interviewer. “You have a very impressive background. Nude modeling and phone sex?” Her green eyes inspected me looking me over, I could see hunger in her eyes. But, what was she hungry for?
“Thanks, I try never to be bored but my true passion is writing.” I said smiling at her.
“Oh, I know. I have read your work, it’s policy to Google search all applicants.” She said with a smirk. I laughed nervously wondering what else the search had yielded.
“We here like to provide our clients with upscale entertainment.” She said still watching me. I braced myself for impact.
“We think you’ll really fit in. Would you like to start today?”

Another shock, I was hired. They wanted me to work here.
“Sure,” I said.
The woman who was now my boss I supposed had introduced herself as Saea Angel. I guessed it wasn’t her name but, it was pretty like her. She told me she had been given the gallery by her father. Strange family business, but who was I to judge?
“I’ll be giving you orientation.” Miss Angel said getting up from here desk. I followed behind her. Past the “Media Wing” and into the private members only section “The Rogues Gallery” I was told it was like a peep show.
What I saw before me was no peep show. It was like a museum exhibit of dioramas of the greatest sex scenes. There was a girl dressed as Marie Antoinette off to my left. My eyes where glued to the scene not the sex, the background, it was so opulent.

I wondered what my booth would be like. As if reading my mind Miss Angel stopped three cases ahead of me.

“Lola, here’s your fantasy.” She called back to me. I raced to catch up blushing and embarrassed. I was almost afraid to look.
Everything was black, the walls and floor. At first I didn’t see the bed or the other furniture. Only the shinny surfaces tipped me off. It took a moment for me to realize what I was looking at.
It was a dungeon. Miss Angel smiled as she watched my face.
“You’ll be paired up with two submissives during hours. They rotate, for obvious reasons.” Her voiced sounded husky.
I did know what she meant, I knew very well. I interviewed to be their Sadist. I would be beating my co-workers, and I would do so with relish. It was my nature, I take joy in hurting others.
“It’s perfect.” I said smiling taking her hand.

My first partner was a man named Dinari. He was very breathtaking, he was vaguely European looking. He was tall and lean with dark hair and slate grey eyes. He was also already nude. Oh yes, I was going to love this job. I watched him as he walked into my booth.
“Miss Batling?” He asked scanning me similarly to the way Miss Angel did.
“That’d be me.” I said undoing my bra.
“Well,” He said looking at me, licking his lips. “It’s not everyday I get such a beautiful abuser.”
“Unzip me?” I said teasing him. He was quick to move behind me and he was graceful. I’d have to ask him if he was a dancer. He helped my skirt down my legs his hand traced along my skin. He stood again leaning into and whispered in my ear.
“No panties and an under bust corset, the customers will love that.”
“ I think you do too.” I said my honeyed fuck me voice poured out of my mouth. My fingers instinctively wrapped around the whip.
The Rouge’s Gallery was opening in 15 minutes. I didn’t want to wait, I wanted to rip him open watch him twist in agony. He noticed my need and smiled as he walked over to the arm restraints wordlessly placing his arms inside. Smiling I walked behind him, strapping him in.
“If I hurt you beyond your limits please use the house safe word.”
He nodded as I pulled the whip back, I filled my lungs with air and brought the whip down . He flinched and I purred.
I had gasps behind me. I didn’t turn my head, I let the onlookers stare at my round, firm ass and wish it was them under my care. I bought the whip down again and again. Each time harder making flinch and moan. When my arm was tired I leaned forward pressing my tits into his back so I could reach his erect cock. I wrapped my hand around his shaft gripping his cock making him groan with pain.
My legs were spread wide, the onlookers got a great view of my swollen pussy, they could tell I loved my new job.
I let his wrists free, and turned him to face the crowd. I smiled wide to the crowd. The sounds of sex were just starting through out the hall. I pushed Dinari to his knees on the satin covered bed. Then I laid down, spreading my thighs.
Instinctively he knew what I wanted but just to be certain, I reached out catching his hair in my hand. I pulled him closer forcing his my mouth to my spread pussy. His tongue traced over my outer lips before he nipped at my clit. The contact of his teeth made me shiver. I pressed my thighs to his ears my fingers still curled in his hair.
“Fucking eat my pussy.” I yelled so he could hear me. He simply nodded driving his tongue into me. I arched my back pushing down into him. If every day at work was going to be this fun.
I dug my nails down into his neck and shoulders. I felt him shudder and moan while he was probing inside my pussy with his tongue. I bit my lip and let out a sigh. My body shivered in delight as I was planning my next attack.
I growled shoving him away from me, rushing to get up. My breasts moved and bounced Dinari’s eyes followed them helplessly he whimpered. I walked to the back wall, looking at the tools at hand. I slowly scanned them.
I selected the flogger, taking it down, fingering it’s full length. This time I pushed Dinari on the bed. I moved behind him. I stared at the sensual curve of his perfect ass. I had somehow missed his ass completely with the whip. A mistake I wouldn’t make with the flogger. I bought it back and slapped his ass. The sound was satisfying and made my pussy tingle, I was suddenly very aware of my own need to be fucked. I pushed that aside and let the flogger fly. I watched his body move, I could almost feel his thoughts. I lashed him faster, not thinking simply doing. I was running on instinct now.
Tossing the flogger away for a silver bamboo cane. I was moving faster swinging the cane into his flesh. Dinari was screaming now. A sea of gasps came in front of us, beyond us. I listened without stopping my work. It seemed as the though the noise from the other booths had quieted if not stopped.
Dinari refused to say the word, he refused to. I had no choice but to collapse on top of him. Gasping and sweaty my mouth found a stop on his shoulder and bit him hard.
“Thank you.” He whispered kissing my hand. Applause rang out. It was a very surreal experience. I looked up to see Miss Angel standing at the forefront of a sea of people. She looked pleased,very pleased.

The second thing I can’t stand is labels either, though I seemed to accumulate them with ease. Smallish, barely five feet in my platform Mary Janes I got on sale at Hot Topic, I got called “goth” a lot. It was annoying. To me, I was just a girl living in Detroit with my boyfriend and two cats. When I met Victor, things changed. I picked up another label: Submissive. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it at first, but I started to grow accustomed to it. I wanted to share that with Victor, but I never got the chance. We had just begun to explore. Although it felt natural, almost inevitable, part of me expected it was Victor’s plan. If so, I was happy to be his puppet.

It was early September when I lost the love of my life. Victor had been my world for the past three years. I didn’t like labels, but there was something about Victor that I couldn’t just shake. It wasn’t just that I was having sex, good sex mind you, for the first time with him, but he just turned something inside me that I hadn’t experienced before. When he died, I felt traumatized and lost. After those three years, I never thought it would end so suddenly, so abruptly. Another thing I didn’t expect was to fall into a loveless relationship on the rebound.

Erotica became my choice of reading. I enjoyed getting lost in other people’s sexual deviance. It was safer than indulging my own. Victor always made fun of me for being so bookish and quiet. His death only drove me back into the comfort of my shell. Though, urges can only be suppressed for so long before the courage grows and the hunger takes over.

The night was an odd one. I was on the verge of something, even if I couldn’t place my fingers on it exactly. The days prior found me in a stressful situation, haunting a chatroom more and more seeking the comfort of strangers. That night, I found myself drawn to Him. Something about him made me feel like my heart could explode despite the likeliness of him being thousands of miles away. For that night, looks didn’t matter. I didn’t care if he was dark, handsome, rich, or even male. He just made me feel truly submissive.

We spent the rest of the night flirting with each other, batting sexually charged banter back and forth over the internet. It was nice to meet someone who shared my tastes and desires. Our posts were spiked with asterixes and net-gesturing. The only sad thing was, that it was the closest I had gotten to fulfilling my need since Victor’s death. When it got too late for me, I ducked out of the room gracefully, exchanging emails with the guy and a loose promise to “play again” later.

While the session got my juices flowing, it didn’t do anything to fully sate the burning desire threatening to tear its way out up through my loins and out of my chest. I hadn’t been dominated for real since Victor passed.

It wasn’t that I didn’t try. I did. The so-so play dates and married men looking for a quick cheap thrill didn’t do anything for me. It did however help me understand my need was better served by having a connection. I couldn’t follow orders just because.

No, I had to have more. My potential Dominant had to get inside my head. He had to make me want, drive me mad with need. The way Victor had. At the time I never realized what Victor had done. He’d stripped me of every defense, every inhibition. Victor laid me bare in front of him and rebuilt me. If he saw me now, he’d be ashamed. My ex had destroyed all of his work in just 8 months.

Here I was, mourning Victor still. Wondering how I ever thought my ex was worth my time or my tears. I was even dry on the sex side since my ex and I stopped seeing each other. Even a sympathy grudge-screw was out of the question since my new ex-boyfriend was out on a date with the hussy of the week. As usual, it was up to me to comfort myself.

After some digging, I was able to find some white candles and clear off my altar. Placing the candles around me, over the altar and on the floor, helped me calm down a little bit, though it didn’t make the feeling vanish completely. The full length mirror across the room met my gaze as I stood up fully, starting to unzip my black lace dress. The fabric fell across my skin like petals off a dying rose. Left standing, looking back at me in the mirror, was a girl. I looked absurd to myself. Small, in stockings and Mary Janes. Even with my black bra on, I look younger than I am. The dolls behind me do not help the image. Slowly, I slid down to my knees, reflexively reaching for the doll nearest to me but, something stopped me completely.

“Good girl,” His voice echoed in my head. “Touch your cunt for me.”
“Victor?” I asked, thinking perhaps I’d lost it.
“Lola, do not make me ask again, you know what will happen.” His voice echoed through the room.
My delicate hands started to stroke my clit softly as my eyes closed just enough so I could barely see the flickering flames of the candles. My mind started building mirages out of the dancing flame. It was so real. I kept kneeling, clutching my hands to my chest, gripping the fabric, as I started to suck and gag on his long, hard cock. He was fucking my mouth as I watched, stuffing his large, thick cock into and out of my garnet colored mouth like he’s trying to choke me to death with it. I swallow hard and don’t care until the scene dissolves and starts again, this time with me over his lap, my ass up high in the air and burning red. His big hands slapped my ass harder with each swing, causing me to wriggle my ass teasingly while I kept count of each hard, forceful smack.

“Bad Lola. You naughty, little whore,” His voice was loud, more stern and mocking than angry because He knew what twisted my knobs. I loved the pain and when he called me a whore. I still blushed to the thought after all those years.

At that, my cunt was soaked and my fingers slid around it easily, finding my clit with a homing sense. I opened my eyes just long enough to retrieve a couple of pink plastic clothes pins. Quickly freeing my nipples from my bra, I placed a clothes pin on each one, sucking in air from the sharp and sudden pain. My mind’s eye showed me the next scene, where I was tied to a bed. As He stepped close, I could see the flogger in His hand. A little thrill passed through me as He brought it down on my belly over and over again. He then caressed my hard nipples with the flogger with eyes intent on my face to gauge my reactions. My breasts, large and full, jiggled as He struck them firmly. True to my word, I barely made a sound as He flogged me. I was bloody, but I enjoyed myself.

The stinging hurt so deliciously I didn’t ever mind. Victor indulged my cravings for pain. Whip, flogger, nipple clamps, his bare hands. He gave them to me all. He’d rip me apart if I asked nicely enough. That was the root of our love making. He delighted in watching writhe on the sheets beneath him. More importantly, he liked watching me grow into a sensual creature. Sometimes a girl needs a reminder, which even now he was giving me.

Before long, I was crouched low, rocking my hips back and forth as I fingered myself hard. Three fingers plunging into me as hard and fast as I could. The orgasm took over, causing my whole body to shake as I came, covering my fingers with my thick juices. Breathlessly, I licked my fingers clean and took the clothes pins off. I smiled. It was amazing at how vivid each detail was still in my head, even more so how exciting it still was. Even though He was gone, there was a part of me that was forever changed by the time we spent together. I could feel things starting to change, and that this was just another beginning in a long line of beginnings.

I said a small prayer before looking in the mirror one last time. I didn’t see the little girl anymore. Well, maybe a little, but the woman that stood before me just smiled before I snuffed the candles and cleaned up.

With no traces of my dark play-session, I climbed into bed with a content sigh. I drifted off to sleep thinking maybe just maybe, not all of Victor’s work had not been lost. I didn’t even wake up when my ex came home.

When I first saw her I was smitten. Her glasses were adorable, a lot of girls would take their glasses off. She didn’t, that made her my kind of girl. I was happier knowing she was out there. Then I started following her on Twitter, she made me smile, I’d flirt, she’d flirt back.
I started to wonder how she did hypnosis, not just out professional curiosity either. I started to want to feel her, I’d only ever been hypnotized by two people my dad, a vegas stage hypnotist and a friend a few years ago who showed me the erotic side.
I felt kind of bad, wanting her that way, I couldn’t pay her, and to be honest it would hurt being just a client. However being her plaything, something to help her tease boys and get more money, that was okay. I jokingly told her this idea, when she seemed intrigued I admit it, I did a happy dance.

Today was the day. We both put aside our “work schedules” and had a little chat. I was nervous, which makes me sound like a teenager and brings out my slight British accent. We talked as she set up recording equipment. I felt at ease and even comfortable.
I started to close my eyes and listened. Her voice drifted to my ears and made me feel at ease. I surrendered to the induction, my body following her guiding, relaxing inch by inch. When my body relaxed, I found myself getting lost in her words that had quickly lost their meaning to my conscious mind. The harmony of her voice kept me deep in trance.
Time was irrelevant. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed or even if Zusa had brought me back up from the trance. I lingered for a moment, before her voice finally reached my conscious mind.

“Lola, are you okay?” I opened my eyes slowly as she spoke.
“Yes, Zusa I’m fine.” I answered back feeling absolutely fine, for once.
“Okay, you were gone there for a moment.” She said laughing a bit.
“I was up all night talking to Nick, sorry.” I blushed a little as I spoke it’s true once I start talking I don’t shut up unless nervous, like now.
“It’s okay, I kind of enjoy the ‘Nick’ stories on your site.”
Oh, Zusa had read my site…I swallowed back a squee of happiness.
“Anyway..” Zusa said bringing my attention back to her. “How about some ice cream?” I felt a cold shiver rip down my spine, it was delicious, I whimpered.
“Got your attention do I?” Her voice took on a purring quality.
“Yes.” I said softly.
“Good girl.” Fuck, I liked hearing her say that. Okay, I wondered if she wanted an internet girlfriend. The idea made me chuckle.
“What?” She asked.
“Nothing, really.”
“So, are you going to share this recording with your Nick or possibly this “Daddy” you keep tweeting about? I blushed and moaned.
“Unless you say I can’t.”
“Oh, no, he should enjoy what a fine submissive he has, and how else would you explain the wet panties?” Zusa spoke slowly, she was pushing buttons. I was tingling. I didn’t think I could tell Nick about this, I’d email the file when I’m sure he’d be too busy, maybe it’d get buried?

The whole submissive thing wasn’t something I normally felt, let alone for more than one person at a time. But, if they both wanted me, maybe we’d all work something out. For now, I was just enjoying it.

“Lola, I want you to tell me why you deserve to orgasm.” Zusa said patiently.
I could’ve give her a good answer and I didn’t want to try to make up something totally lame.
So, I said:

“I don’t deserve to orgasm Mistress but, should you allow me to I will do so with you in mind and only should you choose.”
She paused thoughtfully and sighed softly.

“That, is the best answer I have ever got, sugar.”
That word set off something in my pussy, I groaned. Then a scream erupted from my lips. My body was hot like a fire, then suddenly it was gone. I was sated but, it felt hollow. I licked my lips.
“Hello.” I whispered.
“I’m still here, I was just listening.” Zusa said breathily.
I gripped my phone tighter wondering if this was how my boys felt calling me. More importantly I wondered how she felt but, as usual was too timid to ask.
I sighed, relieved, she wasn’t scolding me nor did she hang up, so I must be doing something right.
“That was fun.” I declared. I stopped myself from talking anymore.
“Yes, didn’t you think it would be?”
“I get nervous…”
“It’s okay” Zusa said softly, almost like a verbal hair ruffle.

Oh man, was I in for trouble.

1899, She would see the dawn of a brand new century. It was almost amazing. Leo was born in 1800 in London youngest daughter to a well-known family of textile merchants. Never in her youth could she imagine something this wondrous. Living forever, seeing the world, having whatever she wanted. She felt more like a goddess than a merchant’s daughter!

The sound of his heartbeat resonated in her ears as she kissed him softly. She could almost taste his pulse as her red lips touched his neck. The cool night air brushed her bare back, with a sudden rush of courage her teeth sunk into his beefy neck. Blood rushed into her so quickly the vampire was almost swimming. Leo let him go gently he seemed to be all right. So she turned and headed toward the shadows.

Leo was longing for companionship decided to go and visit the pub down the street from her flat. She took a seat in the back where she was sure she would not be noticed.

“Excuse me mademoiselle?” Leo turned and to her absolute surprise to see a young boy of twenty smiling at her.

“Yes?” she didn’t do a good job at hiding the shock in her voice.

He sat in the booth across from her “I saw you and I knew I had to speak with you.”

Leo smiled nervously “why?” she asked.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in this pub.” His smile was absolutely beautiful it sparkled with a certain charisma.

Leo smiled a secret delighted smile. “Oh really?” she giggled covering her mouth in her delicately manicured hands.

” My name is Aris.” He said taking her hand.

“Leo.” A slow smile came across her face.

He kissed her hand “that’s a man’s name.”

” I don’t think so, its unique.” She stood up and started walking out the door. Aris followed quickly behind her, he was struggling to keep up. London was cold this time of year

“Leo, don’t go, please.” Aris gripped her arm. She turned to look at him, he had a determined look in his eyes she could tell he wasn’t going to be easy to get rid of.

“Aris I have to get home.” Her lips dropped to a pout, As Aris watched her candy apple red lips. Desire to taste that candy welled up in him as he gazed into her violet eyes. Leo pulled him into her embrace and she kissed him. She pulled away almost as quickly as she started.

“You can come with.” She said pulling him along the streets, almost quicker than he could walk.

Present day

Her violet eyes were always watching. Looking at the world around her, keeping her pretty eyes on her children. Only one was hers directly, and that was Aris. Aris on the other hand had six to his credit. No matter she watched them all. This night she was watching Celina, her favorite.

Celina was sitting in a café watching the mortals pass her by.

“Leo.” Celina called to her mentally ” I know you’re here, come sit with me and tell me where you’ve been.” Leo smiled her mischievous smile walking over to Celina. Celina was very pretty with her long black hair, which she kept in a tight braid, her glowing brown eyes filled with glee when she saw Leo.

“I’ve missed you.” Celina hugged Leo tight. Being this close to Celina made Leo feel much better than she’s felt in twenty years or more.

“How have you been my lady?” Celina asked while pretending to sip her tea.

“Lonely, but I’ve been fine.” Lonely just didn’t seem to cover it but she didn’t want to upset little Celina.

“No you haven’t, I can tell.” Celina clasped Leo’s hands. Kissing them gently.

“Celli, a matron’s life is a lonely one that’s all there is to it.” She smiled weakly. Celina looked at her lovingly “you don’t have to be alone, I’d be with you.” Leo’s heart stopped when she said that. Celina was very serious about that and had been for quite sometime.

“It would be far to indulgent of me Celli.” The old vampire sighed her heart was burdened with both love and lust for Celina.

Celina just sighed and leaned forward and kissed Leo quite fiercely. Leo couldn’t pull away Celina held her with all her strength.

Aris was sitting on Celina’s bed when the two women reached her flat. He sat watching them for a few moments until he couldn’t stand it. The joy he felt seeing them especially together made him elated yet sad because he’d forgotten why he left either of them.

“Hello ladies.” His voice low and soothing, but the smile on his faced showed his predatory nature, his smile was hungry as his eyes beheld his maker for the first time in fifty years.

“Aris, my boy, how have you been?” Leo asked coolly, her eyes blazed like violet flames. Celina slowly put her arm around Leo.

“I’ve been well, my kitten.” He smiled that smug smile that drove Leo crazy for almost a century.

“Don’t do that, please Aris.” Leo smiled sweetly her usual response to his annoying attitude.

It was Celina who voiced the question in Leo’s mind first. “Just what are you doing here Aris?” her voice trembled a bit but was still steady in its conviction. Aris flung himself back up on the bed propping himself up by the elbows. “I’m here to seek the help of my kindred, namely you two.”

Leo stood in front of him she looked like a stone statue of Aphrodite gazing down upon him. His spine shook with lust.
“What do you seek?” she asked softly there was a strange chill to her which made the hairs on both Celina and Aris’ neck stand on end.

His eyes went cold. “It’s Nathalie, she’s gone mad.” His voice sounded sad and weak. Celina’s face knotted up in confusion it was obvious Celina hadn’t kept up with Aris that well. Leo sat quiet looking at him trying to remember what she knew of Nathalie.

“Did you Change her properly?” Leo knelt over him peering deep into his eyes trying to see his memory. Of course she could, she saw Nathalie as a mortal girl.

Nathalie was eighteen very fair, blonde, and blue eyed. She was one of the popular girls at her school that being said she still very sweet and good-natured. She fell in love with Aris after meeting him at a poetry reading in the park. It was all very story bookish.

“Of course I did I made her the same way I made Celina, Serenity, Ginger, and all the others the same way you made me.” He said rather defensively.

Leo ran her hands up his torso slowly teasing him “Okay, okay no need to get bent.”

Aris looked at her like she was absolutely crazy.

“Bent?” he repeated the unfamiliar terminology.

“Its 20th century slang meaning, upset.” Leo planned a wet kiss on his cheek.

Celina watched them smiling fondly.

“Was she unstable before you made her, did she suffer from depression or anything?” Celina walked over and sat on the bed. He turned his head to look at her.

“None that I know of.” He shrugged sadly.

“Where is she now?” Leo asked him while grabbing her coat.

“I have her chained to her bed, in my townhouse.” He said with his full attention on Celina who looked horrified. Leo’s mouth dropped in shock, but then she smiled to reassure Celina.

“That’s the best thing.” She said walking over to Celina.

“That’s sadistic…” Celina protested like a three year old would over not getting a cookie.

“Celli” Leo stroked her hair gently “it’s better than leaving her to terrorize the city.” Aris nodded in agreement.

Aris’ townhouse was in downtown Chicago, a very lavish townhouse with very luxurious appointments, no one would ever suspect him of vampirism. Leo was surprised to see a lot of the furniture was saved from the flat they shared in London. The three vampires walked up the stairs to Nathalie’s room. Aris opened the door quickly as if she would leap out and attack them, but she didn’t. Leo ran in the room first.

Nathalie sat her arms handcuffed to the bedpost, she wriggled and writhed trying to break free she could tell Aris had also secured around the waist and legs. She writhed on the bed trying to break free growling like a fierce animal. Nothing like the Nathalie Leo saw in Aris’ subconscious. Leo slowly peeled off her coat looking directly into the newly made vampire’s eyes. “Shhh” she said in her most soothing voice “We aren’t going to hurt you.” The young vampire bit at Leo’s hand as she tried to touch the girl. Aris jumped pulling Leo away.

“See, after all these years you still protect me.” She grinned

Aris just grinned, as he looked at his former lover her red hair shown in the harsh electric light, it looked lovely but he remembered the way her body looked bathed in candlelight. Leo felt him sigh and his body stiffen. She wondered if just for a moment she could fuck him in front of Celli and the raving Nathalie.

“Fuck him.” A beastly voice sounding voice coming from the bed. Aris looked down at Leo a mixture of madness and love in his eyes. her panties grew wet as Aris kissed down her neck ripping open her blouse. hungryily he sucked at her nipples. Leo moaned as her once beloved aris drew blood from her nipple. Celina was over come by the sight something took ahold of her and she flew between Leo’s thighs she started to lick at at Leo’s clit, Leo moaned loudly.

“No.” Leo resisted throwing Aris on his back. He looked startled. Leo jumped on the bed immediately.

“Aris, if you cant save her, we’ll have to kill her.”

“No….” growled Nathalie.

“No?” Leo smiled seeing some humanness. “Well Nathalie help me.”

Nathalie writhed and twisted under Leo.

“Listen to me.” Said Leo looking into the girl’s jewel eyes. ” Aris loves you, or else he would not have given you this gift.”

Nathalie’s body went cold and she stopped moving, her head lulled to the left.

Leo slowly slid off the bed. Going over to Celina hugging her close Celina started to shake violently with great heaving sobs.

“It will be alright Celli as long as she remembers she’s loved.” She looked back to Aris and gave him a wink. “Let’s go leave Aris with his love.”

A beam of sunlight caressed me awake I rolled over expecting roll into his warm embrace. He wasn’t there; his office must have called him in while I was dreaming. I lie still for a moment letting myself wake up, slowly I began to remember what I was told to do today. Master told me to go for a walk in the park, alone. “Since it was such a nice summer day.” He said. I found it odd because normally I don’t go out without him. I didn’t give a second thought as I was getting ready in the clothes he had laid out for me. On my dressing table lie the outfit and a note written on his personal stationary I picked it up and began to read.

“Darling Ivy.

I regret having to leave but I had business to attend to in Chicago. Now before you start pouting I’ll be back this evening. You are still to go on your walk, please do try to enjoy yourself.

Love.

Master”

I reread it twice savoring his words the scroll of his hand after reading the closing. I lifted the fine vellum to my face inhaling his dark masculine scent. The scent smelled better on his porcelain skin, either way it made me damp with feminine desire. Deciding not to dwell on my need I tucked his letter away in the drawer of my nightstand.

To wear Master had left a demi-corset made of the finest deerskin that he stitched Himself. He tailored it so that it could be worn under all my dresses. I took great care in lacing the corset pulling it as tight as I could get it by myself, my pussy tingled in excitement as I did so. Next, I moved on to the simple white “Alice in Wonderland” pinafore and apron I smirked as I thought of the joy Master must have had picking my clothes out. The cotton on the pinafore was cool and crisp against my sensitive skin. The apron had pink gingham edging.

The whiteness of my outfit, that included white thigh high stockings and matching Maryjanes. Looking at myself in the mirror, I must say I was pleased to see how my dress brought out the ruby color of my hair that I left hanging loose around my shoulders.

I took the bus to Latson Park, on the way there I sat all the way in back. Nobody really looked at me as I sat there idly toying with my apron. Except for this one guy in leather jacket he just kept staring and staring. So right before my stop came up I teasingly lifted my skirt so he could catch a glimpse of my bared hairless pussy. He stood open mouthed as I walked past him; I just grinned as I walked past.

The park was full of activity today, the smell of freshly mowed grass and barbecue invaded the air, and it reminded me of days gone past. For a second I was a small girl in my backyard. I began my walk by watching a blonde girl play with some other darker haired boys. I followed their steps as though I were enchanted. I heard something that caught my attention. Something seemed to whisper “Ivy”.

My walk led me to the park’s botanical garden, and as I walked I heard steps almost in rhythm with my own. As I knelt along the path of the rose garden looking at the lustrous reds, yellows pinks and whites of the almost perfectly formed roses the light sweet scent hung in the air. As I knelt examining the gorgeous blossoms I felt eyes on me. The eyes seemed to pierce into me. I felt my heart flutter. My mind told me to run. I rose to my feet slowly began just to walk in the opposite direction making sure to try and cover myself in a large group of people. I heard the same steps behind me and my mind began to spin. I couldn’t think properly. My animal instinct kicked in and I began sprinting through the park. The air swooshed behind me as I ran I could tell my pursuer was keeping up. I looked behind to see an absolutely breath taking sight. The man behind me wore a large black trench coat it billowed as he ran. I stopped to look at him he wore a large brimmed black hat. He looked strangely familiar.

He caught me pinning me up against the trunk of an oak tree. My delicate flesh scraped against the rough bark. My mouth opened in a scream that my assailant muffled with a deep probing kiss. I wriggled against him scraping myself farther

“Owww. Let me go.” I protested.

The man pulled me from the tree, the wind stung on my damaged skin; I started to sob hot and heavy tears. They weren’t necessarily tears of pain, more so of regret. I kept thinking why did I have to take this walk? I could’ve lied to Master but than what kind of submissive would that make me?

As I was being drug through the woodsy area on the edge of the park I stumbled and fell to my knees in the cool damp earth I let out a small scream. The man looked down at me I tried to see some facial features. He pulled me to my feet I looked down at my dress it was streaked with dirt, if I got home and Master saw this he would beat my ass red for sure. I wailed mournfully the man leading me just chuckled at it echoed through the woods hit my ears wit such harshness.

The man and I had reached the darkest part of the woods; he pressed me against a tree. He reached grabbing my hair and slapping my face. It stung enflaming my cheeks.

“Good girl” he whispered in my ear in voice that touched my soul.

“Master You frightened me.” I chuckled through the tears my heart still racing.

“Good.” He smiled wickedly tilting His hat up so that I could see his face.