Date: Thu, 1 Jul 2010 00:17:54 EDT
From: ldavis4@hotmail.com
Subject: The Special Day

The Special Day by Laura Lynn Davis, F/F Bnd
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I dropped Paul off at the airport on  Sunday afternoon and when I got home
the light was blinking on the answering  machine. It was a message from Paul
informing me that Monday would be a  'special' day. He told me where to go,
what to wear, what time to arrive, and  what to do when I got there.
At this point I should stop and say, "Paul,  everything that's happened
since that afternoon is your fault. You have nobody  to blame but yourself."
I called and left a voicemail message for my boss.  Told him I was sick and
wouldn't be in on Monday. Then I sunbathed for an hour.  After that, I
fixed dinner and had a long hot bath before going to bed. As I  luxuriated in
the tub I found myself wondering what Paul was going to buy me for  my
birthday. I would turn twenty-six the following Saturday.
On Monday I was  up by 6:30 and into the shower. After my shower I dried my
hair and did my  makeup. Then I put on a brand new set of French silk
lingerie, a pair of white  silk thigh highs, a long-sleeved silk blouse, and my
best Armani suit - gray, a  'power' suit. The skirt was very short. A pair of
high-heeled pumps and I was  ready to go. I agonized for a moment over the
blouse. Was it too sheer? The bra  was very sheer too. Were my nipples
visible? It made no difference. I had to  wear exactly what Paul had specified.
I arrived at the address Paul had given  me bu taxi, arriving exactly at
nine a.m. I found the key where Paul had said it  would be. I let myself in
and found the house empty, obviously waiting for new  tenants. I walked
through to the kitchen. A barstool was set in the exact center  of the room.  On
the counter I found a blindfold and a pair of leather  cuffs with
self-locking rings sewn into each cuff.
I sat down on the barstool  and tied the blindfold in place. The I put a
cuff on each wrist. Finally, I  brought my hands behind my back and clicked
the rings together a couple of times  until the latch on one opened and closed
on the other ring. Now I was committed.  The cuffs couldn't be released
without a special key.
I don't know how long I  sat there before I heard the front door open and
close. It might have been as  little as five minutes or as long as an hour.
I heard a click as the  deadbolt was closed. Then nothing. After a minute or
so I sensed that someone  had entered the kitchen. I was scared and excited.
I turned my head from side  to side and caught a whiff of scent - perfume
or cologne? Perfume. A scent that  seemed faintly familiar. It was a woman.
Or a man with a scented  handkerchief trying to fool me. It had never been a
woman although Paul had  threatened. Women scared me. They were harder and
crueler than men.
"So  beautiful!" The voice was soft and musical. Definitely female. I
shivered. I  felt a light touch on my cheek, then on my knee. "Paul said you were
pretty but  he didn't say you were beautiful."
My knees were parted by small, soft hands.  "There. Don't bring them
together or you'll regret it." A soft chuckle.
A  finger traced my lips and I opened my mouth as it probed. Then I felt a
light  touch on the front of my blouse. My nipples hardened immediately and
I moaned  softly. She toyed with a button and I took a deep breath. Another
chuckle. "You  want to be naked, don't you?"
I nodded. Whispered, "Yes."

The slap caught me right across my mouth, stinging more than anything.
"Show some respect. And answer fully. Try again." The fingers brushed my
nipples though two layers of silk.
"Yes, ma'am. I want to be naked."
"And  down on those pretty knees?"
I nodded. "Yesss, ma'am. I want to be down on my  pretty knees. Naked."
I paused and licked my lips. "Naked for you,  ma'am."
"Do you have another blouse to wear home?"
I shook my head. "No,  ma'am."
She chuckled. "Too bad." I heard a metallic click as she began to cut  my
blouse off with a pair of scissors. My bra followed. She carressed the tips
of my breasts briefly and I whimpered when she pulled her hands back and
said,  "Stand up."
I stood and she finished stripping me. She fondled my breasts and  stroked
my back, belly, buttocks,and thighs. Then she pushed me up against the  wall
and held me by the back of the neck while she whipped me with a wide
leather strap. She concentrated on my buttocks and thighs at first but then she
stepped back and told me to turn around.
I turned and sobbed as she whipped  my belly and thighs. Then she paused
and said, "How many across you tits?"
I  hesitated. Too low a number and she'd give me as many as she wanted.
Too  high and she'd give me what I asked for. Finally, I sobbed, "Twenty."
Her  left hand found my thoat and she held me against the wall while she
whipped my  tits. I began to beg for mercy after five. I knew it was useless
but I begged  anyway.
Begging satsified some perverse need. As did crawling to her on my  belly
and licking the tips of her shoes. I groveled and begged and admitted that  I
was a dirty slut who deserved to be whipped until I was too hoarse to
scream.
She undressed and ordered me to go down on her. I refused. I felt the
point of a needle touch my right nipple. I screamed. "Please! No! Not that!"
Needles terrified me more than anything.
"Please, let me eat you! Please! Oh  my God! Please!"
She positioned me on my knees in front of her. She was  leaning against the
counter. She guided my head with both hands and I caught a  scent of musk.
I turned my head slightly and kissed her thigh. Licked it.  Then her other
thigh. Finally, I ran my tongue along the furrow between her  labia. I was
surprised to find her smooth and bare, not a trace of hair.
I  knew who it was but I told myself it couldn't be. Paul wouldn't. I
continued to  lick, guided by her hands on my head and her moans of pleasure.
She was  wet and her inner lips were slick under my tongue. I was surprised to
discover  that I enjoyed the taste and the feel of her. I found her clit
with my tongue  and she moaned louder. I sucked it into my mouth and pulled my
head back a  little, stretching it. "Ohhh, yessss!" Her voice was
tantalizingly  familiar.
She came with a rush and held my face against her sex while she  screamed
with pleasure. She rubbed herself against my face, spreading her juice  over
my lips and cheeks. Finally, she relaxed. I sat back on my heels and turned
my face upward. She tugged the blindfold down. "Hello, Dana."
I stared at her  in shock. Stunned. It was Alicia, my older sister! I
started to cry. "Oh, God!  How could Paul do this to me?"
She crouched and cupped my tits. "He had no  choice. I won you from him in
a poker game last Thursday night. You're mine now,  little sister. My slave.
My slut. My bitch."
A half-hour later she led me out  to her van. I was still nude, my hands
cuffed behind my back, a new leather  collar around my neck. She put me in a
cage in the back and covered it with a  heavy blanket. Two hours later we
arrived at her farm north and west of Albany.  She branded me that night. I
spent the night in the barn, chained to a post. The  next morning she gave me a
choice - stay at the farm as her slave or go on the  auction block to be
sold. "Probably wind up as a drugged out whore in  Tijuana."
I stared at her, sobbing. "How can you do this to me?"
She  crouched and toyed with my nipples. "How? Because I've always hated
you little  sister! I was the center of the universe until you arrived! Now
make up your  mind."
I turned my head and kissed her hand. "Please don't sell me. Please."  I
crawled on my belly and licked her feet in submission.
She crouched and  ruffled my hair. "Okay, little sister. You'll stay. And I
promise you a long,  painful life."
And so far she's kept her promise.

The End