Date: Sun, 16 May 2004 07:00:07 +0100
From: Noe Bode <anonymous.writer@gmail.com>
Subject: Almost Chance Part 11 (lesbian/authoritarian)

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Almost Chance Part 11 (FF, FDom)
by NB

Jen had no way of knowing how much time was passing as she hung there
in her chains in the darkness of the cellar. To begin with, she was
hopeful as she hung there, holding herself close to the wall, feeling
it's coolness become hers, restoring balance to her raging body, the
pain from her caning steadily dissipating, everything going back to
normal. She hung onto Mistress' words before she left, that promise
that she would return for Jen, knowing that she hadn't been abandoned,
that Mistress still wanted her. Each moment that passed was merely one
more moment gone until she was back with Mistress.

But after she had hung there for a while, doubts crept into her mind.
Mistress had promised to return for her, that was true, but she had
not said when she would return. It could be in a matter of minutes or
seconds, that heavy door behind her could swing open and she'd enter,
or it could be hours, she could leave Jen hanging there all night,
wait until morning then free her from bonds but also free her from her
service, cast her back to the world she'd plucked her out of yesterday
without so much as a parting glance. Now, the passing of each moment
was a thing of dread to her, each second taking her closer to the
morning, the time when Mistress had said she would free her, a
countdown to a freedom Jen was sure she could endure if she hadn't had
the opportunity to show Mistress how devoted to her she was.

It took a while, but she managed to centre herself again, readopting
the mindset she'd found earlier, taking on her subservient role,
accepting that whatever happened or didn't happen was purely decided
by Mistress, not her, and whatever Mistress decided for her, she would
accept as she had taken everything else from her. The collar around
her neck reminded Jen of who she was, that she had entered this
slavery willingly of everything she had taken from Mistress so far,
both pain and pleasure. No matter what happened next, Mistress had
shown her something new, shown Jen her true self, new desires she
hadn't even dreamed she possessed, and even if she never saw Mistress
again, Jen would always be thankful to her.

It was after she had reached this state of calm acceptance of her fate
that she heard the door to the cellar open. Jen listened, attentive,
her ears attuned to the click of Mistress' heels on the stone floor
but this time the sound didn't come. She could sense Mistress, feel
her in the room, feel the patterns of air in the room change as a
breeze moved through the open doorway, but she couldn't hear her. Was
she just standing in the doorway watching her? Jen stood still against
the wall, trying to keep herself calm, listening for something,
anything above the sound of her own breathing.

Then, she felt it. Mistress' fingers on the backs of her thighs,
resting gently on the place where the cane had fallen last, softly
rubbing some sort of lotion into there, easing the few lingering
sparks of pain that remained there. Then, her hands were on Jen's
rear, massaging the same lotion into them, cooling and soothing them.
Silently, Jen accepted Mistress' healing touch, feeling the
tenderness, the love in the movement of her hands as they eased away
the last remnants of Jen's pain. Everything melted away under that
gentle touch, every last scintilla of torment disappeared from Jen's
body pushed away by the feeling of Mistress' love back within her.

Mistress' hands stopped massaging and moved around to Jen's hips
holding her lightly and then she felt something soft and wet touching
the base of her spine. Mistress' lips, kissing her gently, then slowly
working their way up her body, millimetres at a time, a trail of
tender attention marking her. Jen could feel a warmth rising within
her as Mistress' hands followed up her sides at the same rate, the
fingertips lingering on her skin, enough to know that she was held in
Mistress touch as the kiss inexorably progressed up her.

Mistress' fingers rested on the outside of Jen's breasts as her kisses
passed between her shoulder blades. She could smell Mistress now, that
soft sweetness of her perfume surrounding her, the simple fact of her
presence making Jen feel whole again. The kisses reached her neck,
that point where her skin disappeared under her collar, but Jen could
feel them continuing across the leather. She could sense Mistress'
lips upon it, the warmth from them following the circle that bound her
neck, the collar like a gateway to her soul, Mistress' kisses going
deep within her.

Then, Mistress stood against her, pressing her body into Jen's. Jen
could feel it there, realizing that Mistress was now nude, for the
first time she could feel the soft expanse of Mistress' skin fully
against hers. She luxuriated in the intimate touch, feeling the warmth
of their bodies combining together, the soft curves of Mistress'
breasts against her back. She could feel Mistress' nipples against her
skin, round and full, beginning to swell with pleasure as they rubbed
against her. Mistress was close against her, as if she was trying to
meld them together, the curves of their bodies matching together. Jen
could feel all of Mistress against her, those long, slender legs
against hers, even those soft wisps of hair between her legs rubbing
against the base of Jen's back, a faint sense of wetness just below.

Mistress hands began to stroke over Jen's arms, her touch like it had
been before, caring and gentle. They moved up, over her elbows,
touching the leather that covered her lower arms, running over the
rings and chains that bound her until her hands were on the back of
Jen's, Mistress interlacing her fingers with Jen's gripping her hands
tightly. Instinctively, Jen gripped back and Mistress responded by
pushing herself even closer against her, moving her body slowly
against Jen.

For a moment, Jen almost forgot where she was. Feeling Mistress so
close against her, finally having that contact she had desired for so
long upon her body was enough to send a surge of pleasure through her.
She and Mistress were linked, in parallel from their hands to their
feet, their bodies as one, and Jen couldn't help but respond. She
sighed, moaning softly, feeling blood rushing automatically to her
nipples and clitoris, eager to help her find release in Mistress'
touch. She came close to allowing it, letting her body sink back into
Mistress and her love, her mind already anticipating the tender orgasm
that awaited, but the stone under her feet reminded her of where she
was. She was bound to this wall because she had found release here in
the cellar and to do so again, when she was surely so close to being
released, would no doubt anger Mistress even more than it had before.

Jen breathed deeply, calming and controlling herself, letting herself
enjoy the feeling of Mistress so close to her, but realizing that this
was likely another test, another way in which she had to prove herself
worthy of Mistress. She satisfied herself with merely being content at
Mistress' touch, eagerly accepting the warmth of her skin against her,
feeling the union of their fingers intertwined together. Soon,
Mistress was moving again, her body sliding down until her head was
next to Jen's, her lips close to Jen's ear, brushing against it before
whispering into it.

'Well done, my sweet Jen. You have learned from your punishment.' Her
fingers unlocked from Jen's hand, sliding down onto the leather
gauntlets around her arms, starting to pull gently at the laces that
held them tight around her skin, slowly untying them.

'Now, I'm going to remove you from these bonds, free you from the
chains. When you are free, I want you to remain facing the wall and to
count slowly to fifty. Then, you are to turn around and follow the
light to your destiny. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'Good. Now hold still while I free you.' Slowly, carefully she undid
the gauntlets from Jen's arms, moving Jen's arms down to her sides
when they were free, letting the chains fall straight, the leather
bonds still attached to their ends. She moved away from Jen, breaking
the beautiful contact of her skin, crouching between her legs as she
undid the cuffs from round her ankles, casting them off to the side
with a heavy clanking sound. Then she was standing back against Jen,
leaning into her, her hands resting on Jen's.

'Now my sweet, to fifty, slowly, then follow the light.' With that,
she was gone, Jen feeling the cool air of the cellar replacing her
against her back. She tried to listen to the sound of Mistress walking
away, but her footsteps were too soft on the stone for Jen to hear,
Jen still partially listening for the click of her heels on the floor
instead of bare feet.

She started to count slowly, trying to stop herself from rushing
through the numbers, fighting the urge to step away from the wall and
run after Mistress. She whispered the numbers under her breath, taking
the time to breathe in and out fully between each one. The
anticipation rose in her as she got closer and closer to fifty,
feeling butterflies in her stomach as the moment when she could move
away from the wall got closer and closer. She was past forty now, and
was starting to feel nervous, even worried, at what would be there
when she turned round. Mistress had only told her that she should
follow the light to her destiny, but what was that destiny? What was
waiting for her when she turned around?

Forty-nine. She breathed in deeply, held it, then exhaled slowly,
letting all the breath flow out of her body. Fifty. She breathed in
again, steadied herself, took a small step back from the wall and
turned around. The cellar was empty, still dark, the only illumination
coming from the open doorway, a flickering light coming in through it,
breaking the complete darkness Jen had become accustomed to.
Remembering what Mistress had said, she walked to the doorway,
carefully, her body still getting used to moving freely again, the
hard stone beneath her feet a reminder of what unwanted pain would
come if she slipped.

As she reached the doorway, she saw the source of the light. A row of
candles ran up the long stairs that led down to the cellar, the house
in darkness except for the faint light they cast on the stairs. She
followed them, slowly ascending, already hoping where they might lead
her to, but not wanting to assume it, tempt fate, still knowing that
they could lead so many ways when they reached the top of these
stairs. She reached the hallway and stood there, her eyes following
the curve of the candles as they reached out into the open then curved
back round to rise up the main stairway, leading her upstairs, towards
the place she hoped for. She wanted to run up the stairs, sprint even,
but she took them carefully, one at a time, inhaling deeply as she
walked, letting the scent of the candles fill her senses, calming her
down. The staircase turned as it took her upwards then reached a wide
landing, the candles taking a path to the left, Jen following them.

She could see where they led now, the path they made in the darkness
leading to the only open door on the landing, warm golden light
pouring out of it, the light and scent from the candles drawing Jen
into it. She crossed through the doorway and entered into a large room
filled with the flickering light of what seemed like hundreds of
burning candles, scattered all over the room. Their scents mingled,
their warmth filled the room and Jen felt safe an relaxed as soon as
she entered there. Once she had become accustomed to the light, her
eyes were drawn to the bed in the centre of the room. It was giant, an
oversized four poster bed, created from a combination of wood and
iron, covered in white sheeting, but it was what was on the bed that
attracted Jen's attention.

Mistress lay there. She was lying on her side, facing Jen, her body
stretched out on the bed, letting Jen see her nude for the first time.
Jen was transfixed as she looked at the vision of beauty ahead of her,
beckoning to her to join her there, her long slender legs moving
slightly, a thatch of auburn hair visible between them, fading away
into her slim, flat stomach. As Mistress's arms moved, her fingers
waving to Jen as though she were drawing her in to her, her full
breasts moved with them, smooth and round, the skin like alabaster
flowing to her large, round nipples. Her hair was loose, the light
from the candles playing with it, drawing out colour upon colour,
infinite shades of red seeming to play in the long strands.

Jen felt herself walking instinctively towards her, feeling herself
drawn to the open space beside her on those cool white sheets. She
felt almost unworthy of being there, that there was no way she could
be fit to share a bed with someone as beautiful as Mistress, but
Mistress' eager beckoning, the desire in her eyes, the movement of her
body left her in no doubt that she was wanted. She reached the edge of
the bed, climbed upon it and slowly moved towards Mistress, realizing
now that this was her destiny, that this was what everything had been
leading up to.

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To be continued in Part 12...
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