Date: Wed, 29 Aug 2007 02:14:41 +1030 From: kay tee Subject: 'katie gets put back in her place' (lesbian authoritarian) Hey hey hot off the presses, this only happened a few days ago! Note the new email/msn, ktwritessmut@hotmail.com. Comments and chats always welcome. "katiei gets put back in her place" It's not like I was WASTED, you know? I mean I certainly wasn't feeling it and the hangover I knew awaited me was far, far off into the future at this point. But I just didn't think I should be driving. See, Anika and I had done a gig the night before which, well that's a whole story in itself, and ended up being a little intense for her. `Spesh because she was dumped by her BF earlier the same damn day (you asshole) so, she needed a shoulder and some big boobs to cry on, so we went back to her house. And it's not like I slept either, not that I was feeling it yet. Just spent a few hours half dozing, half watching some shitty movie about soldiers in Iraq fighting ancient demons on the cable television while I held her, ran my fingers through her hair and let her sob all over me when the need arose. By about 6am she'd finally fallen asleep and I tucked her in and went out to my car, but sitting behind the wheel and doing that whole `what exactly have I consumed in the last 24 hours^Å' routine, by the time you get to the third illicit substance you're usually realizing you shouldn't be driving yet. So I called a taxi and wore the ass raping it would do to my weekly budget to get from Anika's place north of the city to mine half an hour east. Speaking of wearing I also changed out of the remains of a cocktail dress and latex undies into jeans, a shirt that I think offended my taxi driver (Big Black `songs about fucking') and hi tops that were in the back of my car. I stank, but going home dressed like a dead prostitute just wasn't an option. Mistress Alicia wanted me at her house at 9am. From some chatting online she'd obviously figured out my, erm, `party girl' lifestyle and wanted to test how serious I was: would I show up at 9am on a Sunday? Damn right I was. Showering quickly, making sure my cat wasn't too insane by himself and changing again (clean tshirt, undies), not to mention grabbing the clothes I actually wanted Mistress Alicia to see me in and stuffing them in my backpack, I still had a good 40 minutes to get over to her place. Which was lucky because as I mentioned, my car was at Anika's and my still a little coked-up ass could only get there via skateboard. I arrived at her street at 8:50. Not bad if I do say so myself (okay so she lives maybe ten minutes drive from me but still!). There was a small park at the end and I took the opportunity to have a few minutes to chill, relax, stop sweating, and duck into the bushes to pull on the clothes I actually intended to wear: green half-cut (boobies out) corset with red trim, green fishnets, red stripper heels, then my jeans and hoodie back over the top. You'd think getting into a latex corset and fastening it while in a half crouch behind some only waist high bushes would seem unusual, but, well, this is me, remember. It's not exactly the first time I've done something like this. At precisely 9am I was outside the door of number twelve, on my knees, waiting. Slavecunts don't presume to knock. Only a few minutes later Mistress Alicia opened the door. I didn't dare look up. I knew that she expected complete submission and obedience from me. I wasn't to speak or even set eyes on her until or unless given permission. I couldn't confirm that the one picture she'd sent me over msn was her. This was crazy, I almost never do internet meets anymore and from a woman I'd barely confirmed was `real?'. But I had a massive wide on, I was sopping wet already. It'd been both a long time since I'd been dommed, and a long time since I'd met a domme who could do to me with a few words what Mistress Alicia did. "Come in, slavecunt". The voice at least sounded familiar from the phone call. I crawled in, head down, hair over my face, kept crawling straight until directed to turn left, then right, then through a doorway on the left, and told to stop. I stayed on my hands and knees, my view obscured by my hair, barely daring to breathe. I could hear her walking around me, arranging things. There seemed to be some wan grey morning light coming in from a window somewhere to my right. Silence for a few moments but our breathing, her moving around. Creaking, latex maybe? Wasn't mine. I was perfectly still and clad in my jeans and top anyway. God I hope it was her. A hand drew the curtain of my hair back from my eyes, light flooded in. Not a hand, a black-booted foot. "Look up, I want to see you". I did. Focusing my eyes on a point on the wall, not daring to look her in the face. The boot gently connected under my chin `on your knees, back straight'. I assumed the position I hoped she meant, kneeling more upright than on my haunches. I like this one, the stress on the muscles is harder and it makes my tits jump out. I kept looking at the point on the wall. I felt a hand grab my jaw, twist my head which way and that. Her breathing was warm against the skin of my throat. `Hmm, maybe. Get these clothes off before I make up my mind'. I did, jumped to my feet and stripped. She was standing behind me. I didn't dare look. Down to corset, stockings and slipping my heels back on I immediately dropped to the same kneeling position, my gaze this time cast downward. A pair of legs walked in front of me. All I could see were black boots and the pink hem of a latex skirt. "Very good slavecunt. You may look at me from now on" "Thank you ma'am" I said, clearly, the first words I'd spoken. I looked up. Holy. Fucking. Shit. She was tall. Taller than me in my heels and I'm not exactly tiny. Long black hair. She was built. Not in an SA `my curvy girlfriend' way, although she had a gorgeously curvy chub to her thighs, waist and stomach, but more in the sense that she was totally bullish: long, broad shoulders, powerful arms. She fucking loomed. She wore those cat eye horn rimmed black glasses. And she was in a pink latex nurse's outfit. Far too tight against the fleshy curves of her body. Did I mention that she was only 17? Yeah. I know. Someone tried to tell me once that Dommes are useless until they're at least 30, they don't have the experience. I defy them to bow down in front of this goddess and then tell me that. Some people just project a naturally forceful personality. Ms. Alicia's could knock down walls. I nearly came, kneeling there. She had a smirk on her face, obviously my reaction was easily readable on my face. "What's the matter slut, surprised that girls can be hot without being little stripper bitches like you?" "No ma'am, but you're fucking gorgeous, thank you for letting me see you". She liked that. I already knew this somewhat. She really liked me to continue re-iterating my submission. I was into that. If she wanted to keep reminding me of it too this was going to work out well. We fucked around with some formalities that you don't need to know about. Most of this had been worked out during some very one handed msn and phone conversations. Like I said, I NEVER do this anymore, but she almost held a power over me, just by the tone of her voice. We started with bondage. She had four heavy, weighted sand bags laid out on the floor. Attached to each one was a D ring. DIY. I like it. We were in what was obviously her bedroom. It was fucking huge. She rented, had this whole place to herself, makes her money mostly doing phone sex. Guess her interstate parents were paying for it while she's down here `studying' or something. Laid out on the bed were four black latex wrist/ankle cuffs, and a larger one that was obviously meant as a collar, for my throat. She gestured to them. I noticed he was holding a riding crop in one hand "put them on slavecunt, you know what to do". I obeyed, then resumed my kneeling position on the floor. I caught another smirk on her face out of the corner of my eye. I'm guessing they meant I was doing good. She got up and closed the curtains. "Can't have the neighbours see can we slavecunt? I mean usually you make people pay you fucking whore". She grabbed some candles off a dresser and lit them. She leaned over to the stereo and turned on some music. Le Tigre. I'm into this. A little upbeat and shrill for fuck music, but whatever. She arranged the weighted bags in a square and sat cross-legged in the middle, spreading a few candles around her. "Dance for me, slut". I did. I was starting to feel the lack of sleep by now but I tried. It was only half working for me. I decided to be bold. I sashayed (strippers don't walk, we sashay) over to the CD player, timing my movements so that I got there at the end of the song, and skipped forward to `well well well'. One of the sexiest songs ever written. This I could fucking move to, you know what I mean. I ended up halfway through the song on my knees, arched backward, presenting my whole body to her. I grabbed the candle nearest me, held it up with both hands, and then, snaking my body up to make it, dripped the wax on myself. That is possibly the most wonderful pain ever, short of my GF punching me in the mouth while we're fucking. On my exposed pussy, my bare tits, even into my mouth. It hardened on my outstretched tongue, and I spat it into my hand and rubbed it against my cunt until it disintegrated. She was smiling now, not smirking. I continued the dance, giving as much of a lap dance as I could to a woman sitting on the floor. Eventually she said "enough!", clapping her hands ["I grow weary of your sexually suggestive dancing! Bring me my ranch dressing hose!"], she got up and turned the stereo down, then turned on a subtle bedside lamp. She laid me down in the space between the four sand bags, and attached my cuffs to each one. I was lying spread eagled on my back, on the ground, bound in place as best I could be. "Are we ready, slavecunt? Last chance to back out" "Yes Ma'am, I'm ready". "You will call me Mistress Alicia, cunt!" she kicked me sharply in the side. I bit my tongue to keep from crying out, swallowed my yell and then said "Yes Mistress Alicia, thank you Mistress Alicia". She took some black nylon cord and arranged a couple of tight loops around my upper thigh, then did the same with the lower. The slack between had a small loop-hole not on each. She produced a Hitachi magic wand and slipped it between those eyelets and then tightened the knots, the Hitachi was now effectively held against my pussy by the ropes on my legs. She switched it on to a medium power setting right away. I've never actually had one of those used on me before but wow, they are good. I was already wet anyway but within seconds I was breathing back my orgasm, trying not to cum before I was given position. With a creak of latex Mistress Alicia straddled my face and then lowered herself down on to my face. The skirt blocked out all light. The aroma of her pussy was very strong, and she was wonderfully hairy. The crop whacked me lightly on my own mound. "Eat me, slavecunt". I did. With gusto. She slapped my belly and mound harder and harder with the crop. It just drove my tongue in deeper. Her thighs were so powerful, pressing against my face. Eating pussy like this isn't the best way to get all of my talents in play, it's harder to get to the clit and so often I just have to go with tongue fucking. But she was into that, bouncing up and down. Before long the cropping stopped, she was just fucking herself on top of me. Panting heavily, bouncing up and down, her soft ass cheeks hitting my face. Oh yeah. She was letting out little moans now, surprisingly high and girly. Then with one long `aaaauugh' that she was obviously trying to suppress, to keep the dominant role going, she came on my face. A thick, stick dribble of pussy goo rolled from her cunt into my mouth. Stick and thick, probably white. Everything about this woman screamed nasty. I was hooked on her already. "Hmm, not bad cunt". Not bad? Yeah right I see you trying to hide the flush, I'm the best you've been licked out by in a while! Of course I didn't say this. I said "Thank you for letting me taste your beautiful pussy Mistress Alicia". She unhooked my cuffs, removed the wand, and had me turn over, then cuffed me again. She stretched out the weights so I was positioned a bit uncomfortably, if I tried to rets my weight in my center it would pull on my arms, if I rested my weight on my arms and legs it would involve a lot of the strain on the muscles in my center. I was stretched. My boobs were pressed flat which gave me a little bit of a grounding point to distribute my weight. Fuck. I was so hot. She started cropping me. Lightly at first but getting harder, very repetitive and rhythmic. It felt fucking wonderful. My ass was bouncing, my whole body rocking on the x-shaped axis it was stretched upon. I was almost bringing my body up in time to meet the strikes of her crop. Shit. I was moaning with each one. How long had I been moaning? Did she say she wanted me to be quiet? I can't remember. Oh shit I was losing, it this felt too good. Then it stopped. "That was good slut. But we can do better". I heard her moving around. Then I heard the swish, a split second before I felt the sting and then the CRACK reached my ears. A cane. Fuck! I hadn't been caned in a while, I tried to remember what to do?! CRACK Oh, that one sent a jolt of pain straight through me, my nerves were on fire in that good pre-orgasm way. CRACK, again! Oh shit I want this to last! CRACK! What do I do? Fuckfuckfuck I don't want to disappoint her, deep breaths Katrinie, CRACK, yeah, that's it, deep breathing CRACK, inhale, exhale, CRACK, inhale, exhale, good girl. "Mmm, breathing through it, good girl", Mistress Alicia said, before delivering the cane's strikes with a greater ferocity. Where the hell did she learn this? She was pulling the strokes at the last second, delivering the pain without the welts and broken skin. Fuck. My ass was pumping up and down, my clit ring bouncing, shit, was I? FUCK! I was going to cum just from being caned! This had never happened. Mistress Alicia saw what was going on too. She said "yes cunt, you can you useless little whore". I felt a boot toe press against my pussy lips, and I fucking lost it. Squirty squirt quirt squirt. Everywhere. I shrieked, I wailed, my bonds rattled. I collapsed. I didn't care about the pain in my wrists and ankles, I needed to be flat on the ground right now, my body couldn't take anymore. A boot entered my peripheral vision, held up to my face. I knew what to do. I could smell it. I licked my gooey cum off the toes, the face, the sole; polished my Mistress' foot. My Mistress. Damn that had been a while. She sat down again and let me recover. After a few minutes I was wriggling around, trying to get comfortable again. "Ready to get up now, slavecunt?" "Yes Mistress Alicia, thank you Mistress Alicia". She unlocked my cuffs and pulled me up by the ring on my collar. Mm choking. She then attached a short leash to it and had me stand, while she again inspected me. Evidently she liked what she saw because she took the lead and pulled me out into the corridor, down, down a few brick steps into what was obviously a garage. Did I mention DIY? An old swing set had been turned into an A frame, bolted to the ground. There were mattresses against the window. I wonder what she did when the landlord came around for inspection. Actually I didn't care. I was being fastened like game in a truss, legs and arms chained to the A frame so I was hanging down. Mistress Alicia left me there for a moment, walking back to her room. When she came back, the skirt was pulled up around a massive black strap on. Oh yes. I mean the thing was fucking like as thick as a Pringles can. "Slavecunt, seeing as you've pleased me, taken a beating like a good slave and worshipped your Mistress' cunt properly, I think you deserve a reward". I could barely manage a "thank you, Mistress Alicia!" before she bent down and almost devoured my ass. Her tongue was strong, but soft, but insistent. It plunged in an out of my ass, up and all around my crack. My pussy was gaping wide, I was so ready for her to fuck whatever part of me she wanted. She could jam it up my nose for all the fuck I cared. So when she lined the dildo head up with my anus and started working it in, all I bothered to do was start relaxing my ass and accept the intrusion. She worked a couple of fingers up my pussy then, reaching for the g spot. She had those clear latex gloves on too. I liked that, nice touch. I was hanging from my legs and arms. My hair falling back. I'd sweated most of the dried wax off me. My heels and my fishnets were still on although that probably owed as much to the ankle cuffs. And I was getting pounded, in both holes. I was biting my lip. God, fuck, this felt like nothing I'd had in ages. I felt used, my body being suspended like this had nothing to do with my pleasure, just making my holes convenient to fuck. Fuck. Hole. Fuckhole, that's me. "You can yell if you want slavecunt, No one can hear you in here. I'll be torturing you in here in future". Oh shit. Well, okay, permission granted, I was screaming. She was pounding my ass, there was a slight burning sensation at the ring of my anus but it was just part of the overall wonderfulness. Shit. The chains were ringing as I bounced in them. Every piercing in my body was flipping back and forth. "Muh, muh, Mistress Aliciaaaaaaa, muh, may I cum?! PLEASE?!" I hadn't noticed it but she was obviously enjoying it now too. Her glasses were off and her hair was hanging down and she didn't bother to look up at me. "Yes, cum slut! FUCKING CUM!" she growled. I cried out, the feeling was building but it wouldn't break the damn and unleash the flood. Almost. Almost. Oh fucking come onnnn, yes, yes. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, shit!. My squirt fountained up into the air and hit me in the face. Mistress Alicia fell against me, bouncing me in my chains. Whomever did the welding did a good job. We reclined in that strange tableau against each other, me suspended, her leaning against me. She didn't lift her head but murmured into my stomach "well, slavecunt, I think we might have something to work with here". Damn right I'm looking forward to it.