A Lesson Learned (Closed to Luna_Wolf72)

[Sasha25]

"I had planned on spending some time with you this evening, at least by phone, but I find myself far too tired to do so. I took the day off tomorrow as I am feeling kinda run down or emotional..**** drop, I suppose. Anyway, I did NOT want to break my promise to you but I am worn out. So instead of being a grump and forcing a conversation that I am too tired to enjoy, I will call this one an early night and call you tomorrow. OK?"

"All right Lorena. Sweet dreams, and I hope you feel better in the morning. Good night."

I fought hard to keep the disappointment out of my voice, and hoped that I succeeded. I found myself suddenly with an evening to myself, nothing much to do, so since I was wearing comfortable, grubby clothes, I got out my cleaning gear and scrubbed the kitchen and bathroom. Sweaty, I picked up the living area and vacuumed. By the time I was finished, it was already quite late, and I felt exhausted, and strangely empty.

Despite the apartment looking very clean and organized, it also looked sterile and lonely. I put all the cleaning gear away and washed my hands, smelling of ammonia and sweat, so I too a quick, hot shower, feeling vaguely aroused, but not really interested in playing. I didn't think Lorena would like it either.

I put on a chemise and crawled into bed, but despite my tiredness, my brain wouldn't shut down. I put my hands behind my head and stared at the ceiling. A week ago, this would have been just another quiet evening with tv, or reading and I would have been content. Now, I felt alone, almost bored.

I got up from bed, restless and walk to my small table where my makeup, perfume and a small mirror sat. I fingered a brush, then an eye liner pencil, then my fingers grasped my favorite hairbrush. Looking at my reflection, I brushed out my hair, almost unaware of what I was doing. Then a thought occurred. I rose, still looking at my reflection, and lifted my chemise. It was pink with a black pattern on it. My bottom was exposed, and before another thought, I had smacked my own bottom. I whimpered.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

I felt the heat and the pain. It felt good. I felt alive. I was excited.

Smack.

Smack.

Yes. So good. I felt the burning radiate out. Not as much as Lorena with the crop, but it was so delicious. I saw the look on my face. Eyes wide. Mouth open. Pleasure. Flushed. Beautiful. I imagined Lorena behind me, her hand on the brush, or perhaps the crop, or some other nebulous item that would make me feel it.

I dropped the brush with a clatter, gasping. This was masturbation, wasn't it. I wasn't touching my breasts or my sex, but I was giving myself pleasure. Oh God.

"Oh God." I actually spoke to my reflection. "Stop." I told myself and I almost jumped back into bed. I face towards my makeup table and saw the brush on the floor. I knew I should get up and put it away, but I felt, in my belly, in my head, that I would be tempted to smack myself again. I quickly turned around, shaking, closing my eyes tightly.

"I have to tell Lorena in the morning when she calls, if she calls. I was bad."

Again, I spoke out loud as if talking to my reflection. It took awhile, but eventually I slept, fitfully, guilty, aroused.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

They don't make a Trainer's Hand book. Not really. They don't warn you that the Top is just as apt to experience scene shock as the bottom. They don't warn you about the hurt you experience, even knowing you shouldn't catch feelings for one who is only on loan. One who will NOT remain yours, not if you train them right. In other words, they don't warn you that being Toppish doesn't save you from being human.


My dreams were bad. Filled with screams, pain, arguments, hurt. None of the good things, only the bad. Time and again, I awakened~shaky, worried, heart pounding, breath catching. But I was too tired and I couldn't fight the drowning pool. My body required sleep. My mind required that I work through all the negative emotions, now. It was a lose-lose situation.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZT!

Somehow, I heard the alarm. My eyes opened but they felt gritty. Abused. NOT happy, at all. My brain felt frazzled beyond belief, like I had spent an eternity with a migraine. I hated it. Swinging my legs to the side of the bed....'How the hell did I get to the bed? I was sleeping on the couch?'...I stood up and stretched before heading stiff legged toward the bathroom. I didn't think the gym was for me, not today. All I wanted was more rest and the day to be over as quickly as it had begun.

"This is very bad, you know? You can't allow yourself to love her. She isn't supposed to be yours."

Too bad. I knew it even as I said the words beneath the pounding spray. I cared about Amanda and love was only a few steps away. There was no way to halt it...and I wouldn't, even if I could.

No one ever tells you about the hurt a Top goes through. Probably because we ALL worry about the submissives, the slaves. Tops, Dominants? They have to figure it out on their own. Fuck, I wish some one would have told me.

 

[Sasha25]

I slept badly. My bottom stung from the blows that I had given myself, and while that should have been satisfying, it wasn't. I wanted them to come from someone else. I wanted them to come from Lorena. I couldn't deny it. It wasn't that I wanted SOMEONE. I wanted HER.

Was it just that she was the first woman to come along that had given me what I had be desiring for so long? Was it because she was firm, but had that soft, romantic soul inside? As I rose, naked, I looked at the clock. It was after 5 and Lorena hadn't called. I picked up my phone, but put it down again. She said she would call me. I didn't want to force myself on her like I did the previous day.

Work out. I needed that. Perhaps I would drive to our meeting spot quickly, and hope that she was there. Otherwise, I'd take the class and go to work. I nodded at my reflection in the mirror. I threw on workout clothes, grabbed my purse and keys and drive to the corner where we had met. She wasn't there yet, but there was time. I waited, feeling a knot grow in my stomach.

What if she decided to give up on me? Had I gotten to close? Doubt crept in my mind like pain and I felt a tear.

Fuck.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

After the shower and some food, I felt better. More focused. Better able to handle the vagaries of being myself. With no thought, I slipped into my work out gear and glanced at the clock. Hm, only 5:30. Maybe Amanda will be at the gym this morning. I admitted to myself that the idea made me smile but I didn't dwell on it. After all, I hadn't told her to go to the gym or to only go when I did. It was VERY possible she wouldn't be there.

I locked up the house and began to stretch, warming up the muscles before I started jogging. Five minutes later, I was on my way. I kept an easy pace, not pushing, not allowing myself to become winded. What would be the point of that anyway? A bout a block away, I saw her. Standing, looking lost, wistful. I sped up and reached her side, just as she turned toward the gym.

"Hello baby girl. Here to work out, too? How did you sleep?"

I spoke but only to fill the silence. My eyes feasted on her, taking in every slight curve, the frown lines of worry, of stress. Eventually, my arms shot out and tugged her into my embrace. They cuddled her, even as my hands stroked the curve of her hip, the small jut of her ass.

When I could force myself, I stepped away and glanced up at her.

"C'mon. We have work to do."

No more words. I grabbed her hand and we made our way toward the gym. Sweating. That was what was needed. Physical movement, lots of it.

 

[Sasha25]

Relief. Relief to see Lorena, to see her awake and ready and smiling. It flowed over and through my body. The tension release was almost shocking, but It let it flow right back out of me into Lorena's embrace.

Fuck, I'm lost, I thought to myself. She's got me now. As she released me, I felt the heat on my face and I shook my head slightly. I didn't answer her questions because I thought if I did, I might say something really stupid. Around her, it was better to be quiet, I learned.

"C'mon. We have work to do."

I nodded and we were off. Today, I looked forwards to the class, the beating my body was going to take. Little did I know that I was already feeling more invigorated from it, more lively, stronger. We parted again inside the gym, and I gave extra effort during the class, moving to the front rather than hiding in the rear. The instructor even commented on it, and smiled.

Sweaty, smiling, I cam back out to find Lorena, and I paid for water this time with a bill I has stashed in my sock. I didn't care if she would be upset. She had given so much to me already, including paying for things, I wanted to reciprocate.

Leaving the gym, I reached out to her, hugging her and kissing her cheek. It was the first time I did this voluntarily and without being asked. Again, I didn't worry about punishment. If she wished to punish me, so be it, it wouldn't stop be at this moment.

"I have a long work day ahead, with a late meeting. I can meet tonight, if you would like, perhaps at 8? I don't want to dictate a schedule, if you have plans, but this is important work wise. I could bring over take out afterwards?" I offered hopefully, and waited. Lorena smiled, nodded and we parted.

I went home, thinking that I should check myself somehow, that I should think rather than to follow my heart and instincts. As I washed away the sweat and grime, I forgot that thought completely.

Lorena is my teacher, hopefully my lover, my top. Let her guide, let me follow.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The morning went well. I hadn't known just how uptight I was until I had held Amanda close to me. By the time we finished at the gym, I was more focused, better able to plan my day. I can't think about how odd that is~a Top needing reassurance. It will drive me batty if I do.

Her words before she leaves me? They make me smile. She wants to come over and spend some time? Good. I would have invited her anyway. This way, I don't have to. She extended her own invitation. The sweet kiss on the cheek was another first and it sent me floating away.

xXx​

The day sped by. Work went quickly and lunch was light salad and spring water. I splurged after work, stopping for home made ice cream at a little place just around the corner from my house. By five, I was ensconced in comfy sweats and plopped in front of my television, my brain on permanent vegetate status.

I had a few hours to blow off until Amanda showed and I didn't want to think. After all, what does thinking really help? Didn't matter. My brain, once Amanda invaded it, wouldn't shut up long enough to hibernate, so eventually, I pulled out my journal and began to write.

Nothing important~snippets of conversation, of poetry, lyrics. It soothed me. As a matter of fact, it soothed me so well that I dozed off. I didn't awaken until my door bell rang.

 

[Sasha25]

It was a tough day, despite the good workout and seeing Lorena briefly. I still felt conflicted about what to do and what to say. I had to put that aside for all the meetings that I had to go to, plus a minor emergency with my work computer that set me behind. I was distinctly disgruntled by the time my late meeting happened, and I had a large pastry when I shouldn't have, and it upset my stomach a bit.

Feeling off in many ways, I quickly went home and changed into jeans and a fitted t-shirt, for the first time included a cute pair of blue panties and freshening my makeup. Eyeliner, mascara, a little blush to accent my cheeks, and a crimson lipstick that was more shocking than the pink I had been wearing around her.

I checked my watch and it was already 7:30, so I had to hurry. I went to my favorite market and chose a rotisserie chicken, quinoa salad, fresh sourdough bread, and despite the pastry I had earlier, a strawberry rhubarb crumble that I could never resist.

My stomach fluttered as I drove up to Lorena's apartment. I gathered the market bag, taking a deep breath I walked up and rang the bell. When she opened the door, her eyes had sleep in them, but she looked rests and the smile she gave me seemed to melt away every bad feeling that I had, ever unhappy thought. It felt like coming home, and I leaned in to kiss her softly on the lips.

"I brought a full spread, I hope you are hungry." I moved quickly into the kitchen and out of reflex, started setting the table. I prepared all the dishes, and waited for her to sit, so I could serve her. The thought stuck in my mind. I wanted to serve her, prepare her plate, wait for her to try it. I wondered if the thought showed on my face.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I am dreaming. I know I am. I can't stop it. Repetitive. Black, red, blue. Flashes of screaming faces. Of noise. Of thunder. Of music. Black, red, blue. The thwap of belt touching flesh, pulling away with a wet sound. I am dreaming. I know I am. I can't stop it.

Door bells.

The sound combines with the echo of wet flesh, pressing into my brain like a gun, a bullet, until I finally open my eyes. Oh. Hell. Amanda. Swinging my feet to the ground~I stand, stretch and try to wipe the traces of sleep from my face. Then I head for the front door. I open it and stare, almost awestruck. She is so pretty. The soft kiss. The soothing words? They wake me up. Now I can focus

I follow her into the kitchen and watch as she bustles around, setting the table, putting her food offerings on the table. I think she missed me...and that makes me glad.

"I am hungry. Was waiting for you before I ate, though."

I take my usual seat, my eyes following her every motion. She looks gloriously girly. Long, lean, limber. So gorgeous. A passing thought..'How am I supposed to let her go?' but I shake it away. I refuse to indulge in futile worrying. She is here with me now. That's enough.

"What did you bring? It sure smells good."

 

[Sasha25]

"What did you bring? It sure smells good."

I simply smiles and gave her the leg and thigh of the chicken, a spoonful of the quinoa salad, a thick slice of bread and offered the butter. I then served myself, pouring two glasses of water and sat down next to her. I started to eat only after Lorena had taken a few bites and seemed to enjoy it.

I was ravenous, and in that state, I usually devoured my food, but in front of Lorena, I took my time, eating with as much decorum as I could, feeling somehow compelled to be as good a guest as I could. It felt so right to be eating a nice meal, in comfortable silence. Her tired look seemed to lift some as we ate, and I was glad to see it.

I always had an instinct to care for those I was with. The feeling overrode so many other instincts I had, even my submissive ones. With Lorena, the care and submission seemed to mix into something new for. Something wonderful. I felt myself starting to glow a bit, with something as simple as I a shared me that I had brought and presented for Lorena.

The meal too awhile, the silence drawn out, apart from enjoying the food. Without a word, I cleaned the table and put away the leftovers. Lorena still sat at the table, watching me, appraising me, it seemed. I shivered and looked shyly away. Then I remembered the crumble and served two slices with good whipped cream.

I couldn't help it. I took some on a fork and offered it to Lorena. My heart was pounding. Her eyes locked onto mine.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The food was more than good. It was filling, well prepared and seasoned. These were all things that most places didn't do well, at least no for take out. The silence was perfect. She had learned that particular aspect of dining with me, very quickly. I was amazed by her capacity to get me within only a few short meetings. More amazed than I would ever admit to.

Once the actual dinner was finished? She cleaned up. So sweetly. A perfect server. She would earn nice tips at the club, if she were Mine. Men and women would want to study her, be served by her. Her posture, her poise. Note perfect. That sexy blend of submission and wanting to please, to help? It was an aphrodisiac no mere woman could resist. I knew I couldn't.

I watched as she moved around my kitchen, storing leftovers, rinsing dishes and placing them in the dishwasher. No wasted motions, just perfection. My eyes went to her rear end when she bent over. Such a lovely little surprise~that luscious hump of feminine flesh.

When she resumed her seat, she placed two saucers on the table, filled with something wickedly sweet. I started to pick up a fork, so that I could taste it BUT she surprised me yet again. She offered me a bite of hers, from her fork. Fuck. I am lost. The words, they come, they go. My mouth though, it takes the proffered bite. It is good.

My eyes are gazing into hers and it hits me...at that moment. I don't want this lovely dessert. I want to eat...her.

"No more, Amanda. Strip for me, please. Everything. Move the saucers and get up on the table."

My voice is husky. I am hungry...for her.

 

[Sasha25]

Suddenly, I felt the hair on my neck stand up. I quickly moved the plates away to the counter, clearing the table completely. My panties suddenly felt flooded with arousal, as I as spelled them down with my jeans, they stuck slightly, and my scent filled the air around us. Lorena's gaze was so intense that I had to look away. I had never felt that desired, as if I was a piece of meat to be devoured. I LOVED it.

Pulling off my tee, I crawled right up on the table, heels dangling on the side by Lorena, legs open, on display for her. I rested back on my elbows, hands clenched. I slowly inched forwards, moving my sex towards her. I sensed that is what she wanted, and my arousal increased, oozing out, leaving a trail on the smooth table.

As she leaned forwards, I leaned back flat on the table, hands out, palms up. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see, or hear, or anything else. I just wanted to FEEL Lorena. I felt breath on my thighs, close to my sex.

"I'm yours." I meant to think the words, but they hissed out of my mouth.

And then I moaned.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Pretty. She is so pretty. I couldn't really take my eyes off of her. Not when she cleared the table, not when she stripped down, not when she slipped onto the smooth hardness of my table. I wanted to look away, I just couldn't. She had cast some sort of voluptuous spell over me, without trying.

I could see the steady drip of wetness that coated her inner thighs as she scooted closer. It left streaks, smears, on the mahogany. I knew, then, that she had been holding herself back, projecting a sense of composure, for me. So that I wouldn't feel her wanting, her need. That made me smile and warmed an already hot heart.

Her words? The one's that slipped from her parted red lips? They brought an answering moan. I had known that, but I wished she hadn't said it. That makes it so much harder, makes it so much worse. I leaned in, inhaling her fragrance~clean girl smell, hot wet cunt smell. Better than any dinner, any where.

The first taste. Like hot wet silk covered in a delicate mixture of warm salt water taffy. Softness, sweetness, with just a delicate bite of tang. My mouth suckles~first one juicy nether lip, then the other. Left to right. Back and forth. Not licking, just suckling. The suction leaves little red marks behind and I use it to travel upwards, to the spot that all women want tasted, more than anything. The clitoris.

Switching then. Tongue tip circles. Over and over. Teasing that bit. Not fully covering. Only flicking, tasting, probing. Her whimpers goad me on but eventually, it is time to get down to business.

"Spread your lips for me, poppet. I need both of my hands, so you have to use yours."

 

[Sasha25]

I mewled. I whimpered. I shook. Lorena was good. Great. Fucking fantastic.

"Spread your lips for me, poppet. I need both of my hands, so you have to use yours."

I lifted up, opening my eyes. She was leaning over the table to pleasure me, eyes wide and dark, lips already glistening with my wetness. Her chest heaved. Desire, lust, power. I nearly lost it just looking at her. I reached down slowly, sliding my palm down my stomach, teasingly, before my fingers brushed over the stubble of blonde hair covering my mound, and I parted my lips.

She was seeing inside me, my pink folds, my sex, my cunt. It was hers. Her's to take, hers to pleasure, her's to fuck, spank and invade. I moaned again even without her touching me. I was sweating with the effort of keeping myself upright on the table, or was it just about pleasure.

Our eyes met again, and any lingering tension and resistance in me fell away. I was completely naked in every way to her, just to her. If she only understood, but I couldn't tell her now, not as her mouth lowered to me again.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Pretty. Pink, wet, warm. Like cotton candy on display. Her fingers slip in her slickness but she spreads wide, holding herself open for inspection. I enjoy that. Knowing that she would give, do, BE, anything I desire. That she would lay there, open, waiting, not sure of what I plan, of what I will do~puts more dampness between my thighs than I can safely contain.

Head dips, mouth fastens on that little nubbin of flesh. Sucks. One finger and then a second, thrusts gently into wet heat, curling upward, caressing the flesh inside. Teasing that sensitive node of girl meat hidden within. I hear her whimper, feel the inner walls spasm.

I am not done. There is another hole. I want it. Bending my ring finger down, away from the puckered anal entrance, I use my pinkie to ply the tightness there. Moving it in tandem with my tongue, my teeth, my other fingers. She is thrusting toward me...and I know that her own passions mean she has lost control of herself. Time now to up the ante.

"No movement, love. No noise. Be oh so quiet and oh so very still for me."

 

[Sasha25]

The touch to my clit make me shake and whimper. Not a quiet, girlish noise, but a deep, nasal sound that sounded of desperation. The fingers into my cunt almost made me bellow out, but I gritted my teeth so it became a grunt, as my chest heaved. I felt like I was flooding, making a mess on the table.

I was the mess on the table. I was losing control, starting to thrash, unable to control myself, moaning like I was being taken in my wildest dreams. Then the touch to my most intimate place. My anus. Only I had played there, and a handful of times in the safety of my bath, where I could cleanse right away. She was prying there, taking, not forcing, but taking.

"No movement, love. No noise. Be oh so quiet and oh so very still for me."

I tensed. Lorena was asking the impossible. I already felt like I was going to thrash the table down, scream the paint off the walls and I had to be quiet. My holes clenched in response as if my body said, "No, no way, you can't do that, I can't take it." But I forced myself to relax, to allow her fingers to penetrate both places. I shut my mouth tight, for I feared if I opened it, I scream myself into unconsciousness.

As her fingers began again, lips explored, I felt my lungs bursting in my chest with the effort on not screaming. Lights were popping. My nails, not very long, but filed fresh, were digging harshly into my palms as I fought not to move. I couldn't stop the almost violent shaking.

I truly was lost.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Nothing beats a woman so lost for you, so drowned in desire, that her body, her brain, her mind can not do anything but try to attempt the impossible. Amanda was gone. So gone that her whimpers and grunts only dissipated for a few moments before they began anew. She was unaware of them. I knew it and so I let it go, concentrating instead on swallowing as much of her as I could.

Those three fingers were covered with her wetness. And her clitoris was so engorged that each touch sent a miniature spasm through her legs, rippling upward into her belly. I watched the roiling muscles and giggled to myself. She was trying, so very hard. I was proud of her, very proud. So I said the only thing I could.

"Will you come for me, poppet?" I almost didn't recognize my own voice. It was soft, husky. A combination of wet silk and rough sandpaper. My own body was clenching low. I knew my own release wouldn't be far behind hers and I wanted it that way.

Dropping my head, I redoubled my efforts. Lips tugged on hardened clitoris, fingers slammed inside tight, wet walls and stayed there, pressing deeply, rotating into her heat.I was pushing her, driving her toward orgasm. She would come for me. She had no choice.

 

[Sasha25]

When Lorena spoke, through my haze, I heard the opposite of what she meant. I thought that she was denying me more, and I bite my lip so hard it bled. I pounded my fists against the table, until my brain caught up, and I understood I had permission to orgasm.

I was scared.

Scared of how violent it would be. For the briefest moment, the safe word came into mind, so nervous was I, but then it didn't matter. It was happening. My body was out of control, the energy Lorena was giving my center went everywhere, and sudden I sounded like a wailing child, throwing a tantrum, or a wailing widow, or a dying person, I don't know which.

The convulsions I was having made me curl up in half, then fall back, and I did it so hard that I slammed my head on the table, mid-orgasm, and suddenly there was pain. I was still coming, gushing, exploding, screaming, and then I gave into the darkness that was filling my head.

Lorena won. She had made me lose control in every way, even to give up my consciousness for pleasure.

I welcomed the blackness.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

My own orgasm blew through me as Amanda released, cried out, thrashed, screamed. I held on, held her and took all that she had to give. I heard the thump of her head on my table but it didn't hit me that she might have hurt herself until all noise ceased.

She looked so flushed, so dewy, that at first? I assumed she had just passed out. But that thump? Pulling away from her wetness, withdrawing from her heat, I stood up and walked toward the head, my eyes tracing her pale form, fingertips gliding over softness.

She looked dead to the world, asleep. I scooped her up and heard a small groan of pain, protest. Fingertips stroked through her hair, feeling a rising lump located on the back of her skull. I carried her into the living room, placed her gently on the couch...and then returned to the kitchen to get an ice pack.

She had hit her head in the throes of passion. I needed to ice it and then bring her round. Couldn't let her sleep, not until I made sure she was well. A few moments later, I was holding the soft pack to the lump and stroking fingers over her face, softly. My voice was soft but stern.

"Wake up poppet. I need to make sure you are alright."

 

[Sasha25]

My head was throbbing, but so was the rest of my body. My heart was racing, but I didn't know how long it had been since I blacked out. I panicked for a moment before Lorena's face came into focus.

"Wow, I've never had one like that before." I reached back and felt Lorena's hand holding the ice pack to my head. I winced a little, but the pain wasn't too bad. "I think I'll be okay." I wasn't dizzy, just a little lightheaded, which was passing.

I met her eyes, and there was such concern there that I whimpered again, an instinct to draw a little extra sympathy, not that I needed it. Then I stopped moving, stopped making noise again. She was fully dress, and yet, there was something about her look that screamed vulnerability or nakedness. Or was it just my imagination, or my hope?

I looked down along my body, seeing what I could that wasn't obstructed by Lorena. I was pale, sweaty, and my lips were puffy and glistening. I wonder how I must have looked during that orgasm, if I had embarrassed myself. Then I understood: that didn't matter. It was what Lorena wanted, that incredible, unbridled release.

I leaned up slowly and kissed the side of her mouth, tasting her skin. Mmmmm. I could get very used to that. I laid slowly back down, keeping pressure on the icepack with my weight, so I could hold Lorena's hand. Maybe it was the incredible ease that I felt after such an orgasm, or how I felt around Lorena, but a thought burst from my mouth before I could stop it.

"This is getting complicated, isn't it."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Complicated? That word didn't begin to describe the actual status. We had moved well beyond complicated, into no turning back. I couldn't say that. Not to her. Things were progressing just the way that I wanted them to and I did not want the wall between us to come back.

My eyes focused on her face, my mouth quirked into a slight smile. I don't think Amanda had yet realized how gone I was over her. I don't think she knew that she had exceeded most of the things I had wanted within our first few days. I know she didn't understand that I felt less and less like her teaching Top and more like her Domme. That was as it should be. Moving too fast could make for a mess later. I said what I could.

"Yes. Just a little. Are you scared? Do you want a break?"

My heart was in my throat. I was terrified that she would say yes. Worried that she would hide, run away. Yet, I am the Top and I had to give her the option.

"I will understand if you do." My eyes dropped slightly, mouth frowning just a bit as I forced the next sentence out. "I wouldn't want that, but I would understand. You are new to this."

 

[Sasha25]

"Yes. Just a little. Are you scared? Do you want a break?"

I almost screamed "NO!" at her, despite how close we were, but I stopped myself. I didn't answer right away, thinking, though I knew that I had to say something. As I opened my mouth, her eyes fell and my heart broke a little.

"I will understand if you do. I wouldn't want that, but I would understand. You are new to this."

The tears came, and I lifted her chin and kissed her hard, deep, soul-searching. I moaned my wordless answer into her mouth, forgetting the throb in the back of my head, forgetting that I was her sub, forgetting everything. I forgot myself, and my hands moved down to her breast, grasping, squeezing.

I needed her. I needed her taste, her scent, I needed to here HER scream. I needed her to come like I did. I wanted to hear the love and lust she had in her screams.

I stopped. I drew back, looking shy, with wide eyes.

"Lorena, could I pleasure you, please? I want to so badly, but..." I couldn't find the right words to use, so I just took a stab in the dark.

"You're my Domme, so I can't just do things I want, right?" I suddenly sounded like a child, and I didn't like it, but I wanted to get this right. I looked up again, blushing furiously, and waiting to the response.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Well damn.

The kiss had taken my breath. I hadn't expected it. Her answer was there to be read. Quite loudly. She didn't want the space, the wall, a break. She wanted whatever we were doing. That made me happy.

"Lorena, could I pleasure you, please? I want to so badly, but..."

A slight pause and then more words flew out, hesitant, unsure.

"You're my Domme, so I can't just do things I want, right?"

I grinned. A wide sunny smile. Something that felt damned near alien on my face.

"Poppet, I don't need you to get me off. Not now. I get off from doing. Trust me when I say that nothing you could do TO me would please me half as much as doing FOR you pleases me."

Silence and then I sat down on the couch, pulling her up and into my lap.

"However, if you need to do for me, we will make it a reward for learning well. Just...not today. I couldn't even if I wanted to."

I leaned in, whispering into the shell of her ear.

"It's my monthly, you see?"

 

[Sasha25]

I let a flutter of disappointment cross my face, but it passed back into a soft smile. I curled up at her breath tickled my ear, making myself as small as I could resting lightly in Lorena's lap. I was still a little shaky, and I reach back to grab the still cool ice pack, pressing it to the back of my head.

"I need to make you happy, whether than means pleasure, or something else. I guess that's something that I need to learn, along with everything else." I gripped her neck, still breathing deeply. There was no more turmoil inside, but my mind was grinding away from the orgasm, and more towards us.

"I haven't forgotten why I'm here, what I want to be, what I want you to be, or that I need to go back to the house and the woman I intruded on." I spoke softly, knowing it was a quiet time, but needing to speak my thoughts.

"I do want to please you, to taste you. I think I do need that. I just love the feel and taste of a woman. If that's a reward, then I'll earn it, I promise." My voice became stronger as I spoke the words, adding conviction. I would work, I would try, I would do. For Lorena.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

My fingertips brushed her face, flicking gently over her lips, the succulent little morsels she couldn't seem to keep quiet. I wanted to hush her, yet I knew that by allowing her to talk, it helped her to focus, to get back to herself after the intensity of her orgasm. So I listened, humming low in my throat, smiling at each simple statement.

Amanda had no idea just how she rambled when she was replete, when she felt cared for, loved, wanted. I knew it was a mark of her comfort with me. She spoke, her voice drowsy, happy, calm. I wanted to tuck her next to me, watch a movie, breathe in her scent. Sleep.

"I am making plans for you to meet with a few of those from the house party. Give no more thought to that, at all. I will tell you what you will need once the date comes a bit closer."

A small smile, my head touching hers lightly.

"And I can imagine that you like to please your lovers physically. I am an odd one, for all of that. As my pleasure derives from yours...but if we use it as a special reward, a treat? You will relish the freedom you are given...and I will can just relax. Happy thoughts all around, yes?"

Silence enfolded us. The room felt perfectly fine, especially with her cuddled against me. Eventually, I spoke again. I had just one question.

"Are you staying...or are you going home, poppet?"

 

[Sasha25]

When Lorena began to speak, I fell completely silent, as though I was trained to. Listen to your Mistress, a voice said inside me, and I did so, the word Mistress didn't seem right for Lorena. Domme, perhaps, though even that wasn't quite right. Perhaps we would find a new term together. Or maybe, none was necessary.

"And I can imagine that you like to please your lovers physically. I am an odd one, for all of that. As my pleasure derives from yours...but if we use it as a special reward, a treat? You will relish the freedom you are given...and I will can just relax. Happy thoughts all around, yes?"

"Are you staying...or are you going home, poppet?"

I didn't say anything to the former question. I didn't know the answer yet. I did feel a need to physically pleasure her, if only for a moment. The scent and taste of a woman were powerful aphrodisiacs to me, and for a woman such a Lorena, I wanted them all the more.

To the latter question, I thought for a moment, then smiled.

"I want to stay, and I promise I won't babble any more if you let me." I blushed and looked away, knowing my chattiness. I leaned to the side and rested my head in the crook between her arm and shoulder. I felt very safe, cared for. Something I liked, and deep inside, craved. I breathed in the scent of her armpit, sweat, skin, LORENA. I whimpered.

I thought to myself, "Please don't make me go away. I want to stay."