Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2002 09:48:28 EDT
From: MissColly@aol.com
Subject: Fire

This one probably belongs in Lesbian authoritarian or  bondage. It's pretty
raw. Not my usual fare.



Fire
Colleen Thomas
MissColly@aol.com

*Just a note, this is very raw compared to my other posted
  works. If heavy bondage and strong D/S content are not
  Your thing, you might want to skip this one*



     Amber paid the driver and watched with some
apprehension as the taxi slowly rolled away. A light snow
was falling and it quickly lost itself in the dark New York
night. She looked again at the scrap of paper clutched in
her hand and then at the dreary facade of number 204. There
had been no mistake, as bad as it looked this was the place
she was supposed to meet Tom.

     They had been talking online for several months and he
seemed to be just the kind of Dom she was looking for. He
seemed tall, powerful and confident with a wicked
imagination. His picture and conversation had left her dying
for the real thing. There had been some vagrancy in his
description, picture and actions but she had rationalized it
away. She was really desperate for a man.

     Kenneth, her last Dom had kicked her out of his
apartment three months ago with no explanation or remorse.
He had been the closest thing she had ever found to what she
wanted. Only his egocentric tendencies and total lack of
concern for her feelings had kept her from falling for him
in a bigger way than she had. Just thinking of the way he
had used her so callously made her shiver with anticipation.

     She entered the grungy foyer and was stopped by a man
in a black T-shirt and jeans. He was sitting on a bar stool
in front of a shabby wooden podium and wearing a bored
expression. He was tall but heavyset with a thick beard that
was beginning to show some gray.

     "Gotta see some I.D.," he said in a thick Bronx accent.

     She showed him her license and he examined it closely,
satisfied he returned it and took out a stamp.

     "Ten," he grunted.

     She gave him the money and he stamped her hand with the
stamp. He didn't move from the stool so she walked through
the glass door and into the club. It was typical of the
small leather clubs in this part of the city. Narrow front
but very deep with a bar on one wall and mirrors on the
other. There was a small dance floor and a few chairs
scattered about. In the back she saw a door marked private,
she was pretty sure what went on back there.

     The place was packed with men and women in typical
garb. The men in leather vests, pants, shirts and boots, the
women in boots and miniskirts with subs milling around nude
or near nude. Amber took off her leather trench coat and
hung it on the rack near the door. She wore a simple black
dress with moderate heels.

     She took a seat at the bar and ordered a shot of vodka.
The fiery liquid calmed her nerves a bit. A hand touched her
shoulder and she turned in expectation.

     "Amber?" a somewhat tremulous voice inquired.

     He was not as tall as he had claimed to be, no more
than four inches taller than her five feet four inches.
Unlike his picture he was over weight and balding. She might
have been able to forgive those exaggerations, she was not
all that caught up in looks, but he exuded none of the
confidence or mastery that his online persona did. He seemed
rather nervous and even a bit timid. She reacted quickly.

     "Pardon me?"

     "Are you Amber?" he asked, trying to sound stronger. It
was pathetic, in her opinion.

     "You must have mistaken me for someone else,"

     The little confidence he had been able to muster
melted. He mumbled an apology and quickly retreated. She
shook her head and turned back to the bar.

     "Give me a walk me down," she snarled at the bartender.
Her disappointment was overwhelming. She realized this was
going to be another wasted night. A feeling of hopelessness
and frustration sank in and she fought back the tears that
threatened to burst out. She silently vowed that she would
rip the computer out of the wall when she got home.

     She finished her drink and toyed with the idea of
ordering another. She decided against it and was reaching
into her purse to get some cash when she felt a presence
next to her.

     "The usual Solly, and get her another of whatever she's
having," a strong, feminine voice commanded.

     "You got it," the bartender responded, moving with more
haste than Amber had seen him use all night.

     Amber turned to see whom that powerful voice belonged
to. She was tall, Amber could not be sure because she was
sitting, but she guessed at least six feet tall, maybe more.
Her skin was as black as night, blacker even then the
leather halter and pants she wore. Her arms were heavily
muscled and apparently powerful. She was exotically
beautiful, in an amazonish kind of way Amber decided.

     The large woman had been watching Amber with an amused
expression. Her brown eyes traveled up and down Amber's
slight body with frank admiration. The appraising stare
brought a blush to her cheeks for a reason she couldn't
define. Her own eyes were glued to the woman as if held
there by an unbreakable chain.

     "Like what you see?" the black woman said in that voice
that seemed to grab Amber and hold her.

     The bartender brought their drinks and saved her from
having to answer that question. She turned back to her drink
and kept her eyes averted, but she kept catching herself
sneaking peeks at the woman next to her.

     "Come here often?" the woman asked conversationally.

     "No, this is my first and probably last time,"

     "Hmmmm, you don't say. Disappointed?"

     "I was meeting someone, he. he didn't turn out to be
what I expected," she finished, still not looking at her
interrogator.

     "A would-be Dom no doubt," the woman replied and then
laughed softly to herself.

     "Yes,"

     "Dickless wonders," the woman replied with a touch of
vehemence in her voice. Amber was surprised at how powerful
that voice was.

     "Like you have one," a short man in leathers countered.
There was amusement in his voice.

     "Sure do, bigger, longer and harder than yours and I
can go all night," the black woman shot back.

     He burst out laughing and gave her a hug and a kiss on
the cheek. Amber saw he was a short man, thickly built with
a wild shock of black hair that obscured his eyes. His upper
body was packed with muscle and he exuded confidence.

     "Good to see you again," he said to her.

     "And you babe," she responded. Amber was torn between
the two, unable to keep her eyes on or off of either but
afraid to be caught staring again. She lowered her eyes and
turned back to the bar.

     "Any luck tonight?" the tall woman inquired.

     "Nahh, same old worn out asses that are here every
night. I am heading over to the Vault if you want to come
along,"

     "No thanks babe, I am still not welcome in there after
the last time," she replied in a voice that dripped with
sarcasm.

     "Caio, then," he said and then kissed her cheek again
before departing.

     Amber had sipped her drink during the exchange. Neither
of them had paid her the slightest attention. She fished in
her purse and placed some money on the bar to cover her
drinks. It was late and she wanted to get home while she
could still catch a taxi without much trouble. This was not
the place to be late at night, in the snow without a ride.

     "Leaving?"

     "Yes, thank you for the drink, but I had better be
getting home,"

     "Stay and have another drink," she said. It wasn't a
suggestion nor was it a request it was a command. Amber
started to say no thank you but her eyes were drawn to the
big woman's piercing brown eyes and her protest died on her
lips.

     "Bring her another Solly," she said. The bartender had
a fresh drink before her in a flash. Amber looked at the
drink. She wasn't really a drinker and she was already
buzzing quite nicely.

     "Drink up babe," the woman said staring at her. Amber
mechanically brought the drink to her lips and took a
swallow.

     "Good," she purred. She took her drink and killed it.
The bartender replaced it without her even motioning to him.

     "So tell me what you are looking for," she said. Her
voice was lower now, more intimate, low enough that Amber
had to lean closer to her to make out the words.

     "I came here to meet a Dom. He wasn't what I thought he
would be,"

     "Not tough enough?"

     "No, or big enough or confident enough," Amber replied
bitterly as her frustration and disappointment came out. She
was buzzing hard now and it allowed her to release
everything she had inside. For a reason she felt she could
talk to this woman.

     "Poor baby. What are you looking for in a Dom?"

     "Someone big and commanding, confident enough to give
orders and mean them, but not cold. I want to mean something
to him, not just take orders. I want a relationship. I am
tired of being lonely and being used,"

     "You won't find a Dom like that around here babydoll.
This place is full of posers and wannabes,"

     "Then why are you here?"

     "At least you don't take me as a poser. I was supposed
to meet someone too, but she backed out apparently. So we
are in the same boat in a way," she replied and then smiled.

     "I'm sorry,"

     "No need to be, I had my suspicions about her from the
start. What about you? What will you do now?"

     "Go home I guess. I am never going to find a Dom who
meets all my expectations," Amber replied taking another
gulp of her drink.

     "Indeed?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. She reached
over and touched Amber's arm as she said this. Her fingers
were strong and her touch sent a shiver through Amber's
slight frame. The small woman's mouth dropped open and she
tried to speak, but no words would come. The big woman's
finger traced sensuously up her arm and then over shoulder
and down to her breast.

     "No, please. I'm not into women," Amber managed to get
out. The probing fingers found her nipple and pinched it
through the thin material of her dress eliciting a gasp.
They were strong and demanding and as they rolled and
manipulated her nipple she felt it become a hard button.

     "Your mouth says no, but your body says yes," she
breathed in a husky whisper.

     Amber's hand went to her tormentor's, but she seemed
incapable of exerting even the energy to try and remove it.
It had been so long, and it felt so good. She was still
buzzed but she knew this was serious. There was no question
that the woman who was making her feel so good now was fully
capable of dominating her. She had never found another woman
attractive or considered a Domme before this.

     "Please," Amber pleaded. The woman was now boldly
massaging her breast in plain sight of the whole bar. Amber
wanted to pull her hand away, but it was sending delicious
shivers through her that were impossible to ignore. She
seemed to know exactly how to make her feel the best and she
could feel a tingling between her legs.

     "I think I will take you home," she said easily. She
was in control and Amber could tell she had never doubted
she would be. Amber was falling under her spell and knew she
had better do something quickly before it was too late.

     "But," Amber started. The kind, amused face suddenly
went hard and cold.

     "No buts bitch. Get your coat and follow me," she
barked as she delivered a stinging slap to Amber's cheek.
The whole club went silent for a few seconds and then
conversation resumed. Amber nodded dumbly and got stumbled
to the coat rack. She took her coat as the woman stood and
tossed some bills on the bar.

     Standing she was even more impressive, her legs were
long and well muscled, and her chest was deep, supporting
large firm breasts. She had well-muscled shoulders and her
arms were sleek and very beautiful but also well muscled.
Amber could tell this woman knew what a gym was for. She
shivered as she envisioned how much damage those arms and
shoulders could do with a crop.

     She walked out and Amber meekly followed her, knowing
the whole club was watching. For some reason just knowing
that people were watching and making assumptions sent a
thrill through her. She had never been one for public
displays and none of her Doms had ever wished to show her
off.

     "Did you drive?" she asked, her voice again pleasant.

     "No, I took a cab,"

     "Good," she replied as she took a key chain out of her
coat pocket and pressed a button. The alarm sounded briefly
on a black car parked at the curb. She opened the passenger
door and motioned for Amber to get in. Amber found herself
powerless to resist the unspoken command. The woman simply
exuded power and confidence, the very things she had been
unable to find in a Dom.

     The seat was black leather and she sank into it as the
door closed and she was left in the darkness for a few
seconds. The big woman sauntered around the back and got in.
She immediately fastened her safety belt.

     "Put on your seat belt," she said. Amber did as she as
told and the car started. Bach's Brandenburg Concertos were
playing softly on the stereo. The powerful car eased away
from the curb and accelerated smoothly.

     "What's your name?"

     "Amber Witlin, what's yours?"

     "Tatyana, but you may call me Fire," she said. Fire.
That was a Domme's name without question. Amber finally
found her voice.

     "Look, I appreciate your attention but I am not into
women. I admit you have a powerful presence and you do have
an effect on me but we really need to stop this now, I don't
want you angry with me," her voice trailed off. Tatyana
seemed oblivious to what she had said.

     Amber tried to start over but the big woman intimidated
her and she just sat there with her lips pursed.

     The tall woman pulled the car to the curb. She turned
and looked at Amber with an inscrutable expression on her
face. When she spoke it was very slowly, as if she were
choosing her words carefully.

     "There's the door baby. All you have to do is open it
and get out and you won't ever see me again. Think hard
about it before you do. I can be the lover you have been
looking for all your life. If you get out you will never
know what you missed. And what exactly are you going home
to? An empty house and another night of being lonely? Its up
to you,"

     Amber placed her hand on the handle, suddenly acutely
aware of the coldness of the metal. Where was she going?
Back to that dull, dingy, empty apartment she called home?
Back to a cold room and a cold bed? Back to being lonely and
spending hours in front of the computer with her fantasies
and a vibrator? The warm sounds of Bach and the soft leather
of the interior of the car seemed so much more inviting. But
not with another woman, she was not that desperate, or was
she?

     As she turned her head and looked at the woman in the
drivers seat her own words echoed in her mind, big and
commanding, confident enough to give orders. Fire was
certainly all of that and she was also very beautiful. Amber
wondered what her skin would feel like. She looked up into
the dark brown eyes. If she had hoped to get out of the car
that was a major mistake.

     Fire's eyes bored into her, making her shiver with the
intensity of the gaze. She could feel her resolve slipping
away. The woman's powerful aura seemed to reach out and
shake her. She opened her mouth to say something but
couldn't, her lips moved and her mouth worked. She clamped
her mouth shut when she realized she must look like a fish
out of water. The black woman smiled and pulled away from
the curb. Amber was aware she had, for better or worse,
crossed a threshold.

     The rest of the drive was made in silence. Amber was
lost in thoughts of her own and Fire seemed to be one of
those ultra careful drivers. She seemed totally absorbed in
negotiating the traffic as the car moved into Manhattan. She
pulled into a private garage and parked in a space marked,
reserved for 1145. Without a word the tall woman got out of
the car and started for the elevator. Amber found herself
having to trot to keep up with Fire's longer strides. They
took the elevator down to the ground floor in silence. The
inside was a neutral beige covered in obscene graffiti. By
the time it reached the ground floor the silence was
beginning to get to Amber. She was starting to doubt herself
and this whole thing.

     Fire seemed to realize this because when the elevator
reached the floor she placed a firm hand on Amber's shoulder
and guided her across the quiet, empty street. That firm and
reassuring contact submerged her growing doubt. A uniformed
doorman met them and held the door.

     "Evening Miss Gentry," he said tipping his hat.

     "Good evening Karl," Fire replied.

     The lobby was showy if not overly pretentious. Deep
shag carpets and faux marble tile on the floors were
complimented by several tasteful landscapes on the walls.
Comfortable benches were evenly spaced along the walls were
covered in red upholstery and a few chairs were scattered
about.

            A magnificent fountain dominated the lobby, it
featured several plants and a round bench that circled the
perimeter of the fountain. A large mahogany desk staffed by
an older gentleman in the hotel's livery and a bank of
elevators was located along the back wall.

     The tall woman guided her to the elevators and once
inside pressed the button for the eleventh floor. The
elevator was clean and paneled in a rich dark wood. The
sounds of Beethoven's 3rd drifted in from cleverly hidden
speakers. Amber began to get nervous, she was unsure of
exactly what she was getting into. Every instinct screamed
at her to run now and only that firm hand on her shoulder
kept her from trying to bolt as soon as the door opened.
Fire guided her down to door 1145 and then spun her around.

     "You are almost ready to run aren't you?" she asked
quietly.

     Amber tried to meet her gaze and couldn't. She hung her
head and mumbled something unintelligible. She felt Fire's
strong fingers on her chin lifting her head until their eyes
locked.

     "Inside this door you are in my world and I play for
keeps. I will make you forget men exist. I will be
everything you have always wanted in a lover and in a
master. If you walk through you are going to get everything
you want, though maybe not in the way you have imagined.
This is your last chance to walk away. I won't stop you,"

            Her voice was even showing no trace of emotion
and her face was neutrally posed, betraying nothing at all.
She took out her key and opened the door without ever taking
her eyes from Amber's.

     Amber stood frozen. Her mind was so torn. One the one
hand her more rational and practical side was screaming at
her to leave. She wasn't gay she had never even seriously
considered having sex with another woman. Once inside she
would be rendered helpless and she didn't even know this
woman. It was not like she knew Tom from the internet or
Kenneth from the club, she was a totally unknown and
disturbing quantity.

     Amber's rational mind was however only a far away voice
in the back of her head. The drinks had loosened her
inhibitions and her need to be dominated was at the fore. It
was a powerful yearning that was screaming out to submit to
this masterful woman no matter what the consequences. She
might have been able to walk away, but Tatyana held her eyes
captive and in the grip of that gaze she felt her will melt
away. She was so captivated that she couldn't speak or move,
she just stood there staring.

     Fire smiled and gently shoved her into the open door
way. The apartment was darkened and when the door closed it
was absolutely dark. When Fire flipped on the light Amber
had to blink a few times before her eyes adjusted. Amber had
expected a lot of things but what she saw was not one of
them. The apartment was decorated in elegant Queen Anne
furniture. All of the pieces matched and were solid wood
with lace doily's and flowers. A Manet print hung on the far
wall and the sofa and chair in front of the TV were dark
leather and overstuffed. Persian carpets were on the floors
and the walls were painted in a tasteful shade of blue. The
room was absolutely feminine, elegant without a hint of
ostentation.

     "Not what you expected?" Fire asked as she breezed past
Amber and went to the kitchen. Amber could still see her
over the bar as she retrieved a bottle of wine from the
refrigerator.

     "No, I guess I expected." Amber's voice trailed off.

     "Leather and steel with black paint and centerfolds
pasted to the walls" Fire finished for her in an amused
tone.

     "I guess,"

     Fire walked out of the kitchen with a glass of wine in
each hand. She handed one to Amber and then sat on the sofa.
Amber stood there holding her glass, unsure of what to do.

     "Well come sit down, I won't bite. Not yet anyway," she
added with a small laugh.

     Amber sat in the chair opposite Fire. The tall woman
sat with her legs crossed and looked very relaxed and
approachable. Amber's eyes were drawn to her long legs; they
were absolutely beautiful, firm and sleek. Amber started at
her heels and her eyes ran up the claves to her strong
thighs and that led to her crotch. Amber quickly turned
away. A quiet chuckle told her that Fire had not missed it.

     "So tell me about yourself Amber," she said and then
sipped her wine.

     "There isn't much to tell really," she said thinking
deeply. The simple question provoked a very deep
contemplation. For sometime now she had felt a growing
dissatisfaction with her life and the presence of this
powerful woman moved her to examine that dissatisfaction
closely.

     "I'm 30 and work as a clerk for a Manhattan law firm. I
live alone in a small apartment in Yonkers. I am never going
to move up and have nothing and no one,"

     "What's your experience with the scene? Have you
actually tried it or is it all online?"

     "I have had several Doms. Nothing was close to what I
want. I thought Tom was going to bring me the surrendered I
have longed to give, but he was not what he presented
himself to be," she said as the bitterness welled up in her
again.

     "What do you wish to surrender?"

     "Everything,"

     "Everything? Have you really considered that?"

     "Yes,"

     "Have you discussed your limits with your Dom's,"

     "No, no one has ever asked about my wishes,"

     "I see, what are your limits?" Fire asked as she took
another sip of her wine.

     "No pain, not real pain I mean. I really don't know
what my limits are, like I said no one has ever asked," she
said spreading her hands helplessly.

     "I am asking,"

     "I don't know. If someone had asked me before tonight I
would have said no women, but now I just don't know,"

     "Limits are a guideline. I will respect your limits,
but I will also push them and expand them until you are what
I want you to be. If you can grow in that direction," Fire
said. Amber could only nod. For the next two hours they
talked. Fire said little of herself but through her
questions and observations Amber realized she had basically
told this strange woman her life's story, complete with her
dreams.

     "This is very surreal to me," Amber said at last.

     "Why?" Fire asked as she put her empty glass on the end
table.

     "I have been here for two hours and I expected to be
tied up or something,"

     Fire laughed and picked up the phone. She called a cab
and gave them the address. When she hung up she stood up and
walked over to Amber. She took the small woman's hands and
pulled her to her feet and then escorted her to the door.
Amber felt like a dwarf standing next to Fire, her head was
about on the level of the big woman's abundant breasts.
Amber looked up at her in confusion.

     "You have a lot to think about Amber,"

     "You mean we aren't." Amber began. The bigger woman
moved swiftly, pinning Amber against the wall in one fluid
motion. Her powerful hand forced itself between Amber's legs
and roughly massaged her pussy. The feeling was incredible
and Amber moaned softly.

      "I could take you, right here on the floor if I
wanted. You wouldn't stop me. But I won't. I am not going to
take you. You are going to beg me to use you," she said
quietly. Her voice was soft, but for a split second Amber
saw the wildness and power in her eyes.

     "I don't understand,"

     "You will. I am sending you home now. I want you to
think about all you have said. I will be at Lashes in the
village tomorrow at 9:00 sharp. If I see you there I will
know you have made up your mind. If you give yourself to me
I will totally control you. If that's too much for you then
don't come. Tonight you have seen me as I am to my equals,
tomorrow night you will see me as I can be. The choice is
yours," she said. She then pushed Amber gently out the door
and closed it firmly.

      Amber stood in the hallway for a long time staring in
disbelief at the door. Eventually the light went out and she
wandered down the hallway to the elevator in a daze. What
kind of woman was this? She had been right there, in her
grasp and helpless despite her fear and trepidation. Now she
was free to leave. She made it to the taxi and back home but
she was never sure how. The whole time from leaving Fire's
apartment to the bliss of sleep would never be more than an
indistinct blur in her memory

---

     Amber woke suddenly, from a deep sleep to completely
awake. She had been dreaming of her master. It was a fairly
common dream for her, the big, powerful commanding man who
would rule her life. In her favorite dream scenario he was a
pirate and she a passenger on a sailing ship. She knew the
dream was mostly flavored by the cheap romances she read all
the time. She found that she was mildly aroused now. It was
not a burning need but rather a pleasant languidness to her
movements.

     Her hand stole to the crotch of her panties and she
gently rubbed herself through the thin material. She tried
to recapture the dream in her minds eye, but it had fled.
This irritated her far more than it should have and she
kicked off the covers and got up. Her eyes drifted to the
computer on its desk in the corner. It was her usual habit
to get up late on Saturdays and chat with Tom for hours.
Tom. The events of the night before came back to her in a
rush.

     A deep depression overtook her then. She remembered the
balding man who had met her at the club. He had been nothing
like her mental image or the way he portrayed himself
online. She was never going to find her pirate. Tears welled
up in her eyes then and she struggled not to let them come
but lost. What now? she asked herself hopelessly.

     She remembered Fire too but tried to push that memory
out of her mind. Amber was afraid of those memories. She had
been brought up to believe that homosexuality was a terrible
sin. Remembering how close she had come to submitting to
another woman was profoundly disturbing to her. She had also
been brought up to believe that interracial couplings were
wrong. Her parents were strong Catholics and deeply
conscious of their heritage.

     Amber flipped the on the power to the computer and went
to make her morning tea. As the water boiled she found her
mind returning to the commanding woman. She could not get
her out of her mind, no matter how hard she tried to shove
the memories aside. She wanted nothing more now than to get
her tea and get to the computer. She could find people to
talk to there and hopefully escape those haunting memories.

     Amber found the old adage of the watched pot never
boiling to be painfully true. Again and again her mind
returned to Fire. The woman had been so masterful and
confident. Amber remembered the feel of her hands and how
her nipples had instantly responded. She remembered how she
had looked on the couch and her incredibly long, sleek legs.
Amber shivered when she remembered Fir's hand on her pussy.

     Amber was startled when the teakettle whistled shrilly
and stunned to find her hand back between her legs. Not only
had she been rubbing herself while thinking of the Domme,
but the small patch of darker fabric showed all to clearly
that she had been far more excited than she wanted to admit.
She shook her head violently and forced all thoughts from
her mind, making her tea in a mechanical manner and
concentrating on it to the exclusion of all else.

     By the time she had sat down at the computer she had
pushed the incident from her mind. She logged in to find an
e.mail from Tom. She dreaded opening it, she just wasn't
good at hurting people's feelings. Remembering the way he
looked in the bar she felt bad about having brushed him off
now. That memory inevitably flowed into the memory of the
beautiful black Domme's hands on her. She shoved the memory
from her mind and angrily opened the e.mail.

      It contained a scathing condemnation of her and
strident demands that she atone. A day before the mail would
have excited her for she longed to be abused and ordered
around like that. Now she found it pathetic. After being in
the company of a true dominant she realized that it was just
his attempt to sound like he thought a Dom should sound. The
realization that she had wasted so many hours chatting with
men who sounded just like that saddened her. She had wasted
so much time.

           She closed the e.mail without responding and went
into her favorite chat room. She was known there and the
regulars greeted her in their own ways. For over an hour she
watched what was happening in the room. Normally she would
join in the fun but today it all seemed very trite. The Doms
that had seemed so exciting to her did not seem so now and
the subs doing their bidding in the room seemed to be
tragic.

     Amber found her attention wandering and decided to surf
for a better room. An hour of searching left her even more
depressed. She returned to her normal chat to see Tom was
there. He had given her an order when he first arrived and
she hadn't noticed. Now he was whining and it disgusted her.
With an annoyed slashing motion she killed the computer, not
even bothering to say goodbye to anyone.

     Something was wrong. She was hyper, irritable and
easily annoyed. Seeing her Dom whining in channel had
infuriated her. So much for masterful and commanding.

     "I'll bet Fire never whines," she said to herself. It
was a few moments before she realized what she had just
said.

     "Whoa, where did that come from?" she asked the empty
room. She must be loosing her mind; here she was alone in an
empty apartment talking to herself. She was filled with
nervous energy. Amber shook her head and decided to clean
the house. An hour later she found herself wiping down the
counters in the small kitchen for the third time. She threw
the sponge disgustedly into the sink and glanced at the
clock. It said 3:30.

     She wandered through her apartment in a dreamlike
state. Nothing seemed familiar or comfortable to her. It was
almost as if she were seeing it for the first time. She
traced her finger along the top of the sideboard. It was out
of place among the hand me downs and castoffs. It had been a
gift from her grand mother. Solid cherry and old beyond her
comprehension, a real antique from the old country. The dark
cherry color reminded her of Fire's long legs. It was not as
dark or as rich she thought absently.

     Her mind jumped to that brief moment when she was
pinned against the wall and the Domme's long fingers were
roughly massaging her pussy. Her hand slipped to her crotch
again and this time she did not try to stop herself. She was
worked up and hoped a quick orgasm would calm her. Her
fingers quickly found the right spot and began a circular
motion that would bring her off quickly. She had just gotten
started when the phone rang.

     She jumped with the first ring and muttered to herself
as she ran to the kitchen to answer it. Her mother had been
ill and she had developed the habit of answering the phone
before the third ring. Her machine picked up after that and
her mother refused to speak into one.

     "Hello?" she answered. She was a bit out of breath,
more from the self-stimulation than the short dash to the
kitchen.

     "Hey!" a voice responded. She recognized it instantly
as her best friend Heather.

     "Hey Heather, how's it going?" she said as her
breathing returned to normal.

     "Going fine, how was your date?" she asked. They had
been best friends since grade school and there were no
secrets between them. Heather was a sub as well, but not so
much as Amber. Amber half way suspected her friend was a
switch. She was the only one who knew that Amber had been
going to meet Tom. Amber was a sub but not a fool and
Heather had Tom's e.mail and his name and all the
information Amber had.

     "It was a bust," Amber said disgustedly.

     "Aww, sorry lil bit, not what you expected?"

     "No. He wasn't tall or powerful or anything I expected.
He was balding and over weight and timid too,"

     "I warned you. I told you that he was a fake,"

     "Yeah, a wannabe Dom, just like Fire said,"

     "Fire? Who's that?" Heather responded instantly. Amber
found herself blushing and for a few moments considered
lying to her best friend.

     "Fire is a woman I met at the club," Amber said
hesitantly.

     "And?" Heather asked, her voice held a strange quality
Amber was uncertain of. She could not be sure, but her
friend sounded almost excited.

     "Oh Heather. She was awesome, tall, powerful and
commanding. She was everything I dreamed of in a Dom. She
took me to her apartment and we talked. I swear if she had
been a man I would have never come back!" Amber gushed.

     "So what did you do?" Heather asked in a slightly far
away voice.

     "Do? Nothing. We just talked. She could have done
anything she wanted. I was so under her finger, but she sent
me home and told me she would be at Lashes tonight if I was
interested,"

     "Are you going?"

     "Of course not!"

     "Why not?"

     "Didn't you hear anything I said? She's a woman,"

     "So?"

     "I am not a dyke," Amber protested.

     "No, you are a sub and she sounds like just the kind of
Top you have been searching for," Heather said seriously.
Amber was speechless. She could think of no reply to that
simple statement.

     "Amber?" Heather said when the silence became too long.

     "I'm here," Amber replied in a small voice.

     "Are you all right?"

     "Yes, I am fine. Just a little out of sorts. What are
you up to today?" Amber said trying to change the subject.
Heather seemed to understand and let it drop. They talked of
other things for a long while and when Heather finally said
goodbye it was almost 5:00.

     Amber stood up and decided a hot bath was in order. She
filled the old claw foot tub with hot water and added a
liberal dose of peach bath oil. She caught her reflection in
the mirror as she stood. She saw a small woman with pale
skin and long blonde hair. She had long legs for her height
and a short waist that only served to make her breasts stand
out more than they would have anyway. Her golden-red pubic
triangle was trimmed neatly and did little to hide the
pouting lips of her sex. Pale blue eyes and a soft full
mouth completed the picture. She looked very much like a
delicate porcelain doll.

     She shrugged and stepped into the tub where she settled
into the hot, fragrant water. She bathed carefully, taking
her time and fully soaping up each part of her body. She
carefully shaved her legs and underarms and thoroughly
washed her privates. She was unconscious of the fact that
she had done this very thing last night in anticipation of
meeting Tom.

     She climbed out of the water and toweled off . Wrapping
one towel under her arms she ducked her head and wrapped her
wet hair in another. She sat at her vanity and carefully
dried and styled her long hair and meticulously did her make
up. She made the last few strokes of her mascara and eyed
herself critically in the mirror. It was then that it hit
her.

     What the hell am I doing? She thought. She stood
abruptly upsetting several of the vials and bottles on the
vanity. Automatically he stooped and returned them to their
places. She looked again in the mirror. It was only then
that she realized she was going to Lashes. Her whole day had
been spent in anticipation of it. Her mind had been made up
long before she was conscious of it. Probably since the
moment Fire had closed the door to her apartment.

     She fought back the surge of panic that rose within
her. Her rational mind was still fighting it, but she was a
slave to that part of her that wanted it. She tore her eyes
from the mirror and finished drying off. The clock on her
nightstand read 7:15.

---


     Lashes was an underground D & S club in the city. It
was situated in a basement on the edge of the meatpacking
district. The club was devoted to the scene and was neither
a gay club nor a straight club, although gay males were
discouraged. As she approached it she searched in vain for
Fire's car. She was keenly aware of how dirty the streets
around her were. It was not a good part of town. The club
had powerful patrons and thus far their clout had kept the
place from being closed down.

     Amber paid the cover and descended the concrete stairs.
She checked her coat at the small desk and entered the club
proper. Amber had been here before, but never sober. She and
Heather both had to be pretty well gone to come here with
their other friends. It was very much like she remembered it
and just as intense.

     A large crowd of people in various costume milled
around the central bar. One wall held the restrooms and a
pair of jail cells. Two girls were acting out a scene there
now. A tall brunette with a centerfold's body was playing
the guard. She wore tight blue shorts and a policeman's
shirt and cap. She was abusing a petite blonde girl in white
t-shirt and panties. The other wall held an old fashioned
pillory. A fat, hairy man wearing only a spandex codpiece
and black leather mask was fastened into the stocks and was
getting a whipping from a leather clad Domme. She was short
and overweight but heavily muscled and she apparently knew
what to do with a whip. His back was covered in red welts
and sweat dripped from him.

     A darkened doorway led back to cells where scenes were
carried out by the patrons. These rooms were enter at your
own risk, the scenes were not controlled by the staff, but
there were always two monitors there who would stop a scene
if it was getting to dangerous.

     A few chairs and tables were clustered near the
entrance to the back and Amber's heart skipped a beat when
she picked out Fire's face among those seated at the tables.
The black woman was staring right at her and Amber felt the
overwhelming urge to run. Instead she calmly walked across
the room to the table. There were three other women seated
at the table with Fire. The tall woman indicated a chair
next to her and Amber gracefully sat.

     "What's this? New girly Fire?" one of the women said.
She was short and fat with a pale completion that showed
several blemishes. Her hair was close cropped and she wore a
leather dress that was literally straining to keep her
massive chest in. She was not very attractive, but her face
was cute Amber decided.

     "Maybe," Fire replied.

     "I see Larry is getting his nightly beating," a tall,
thin woman observed. Her hair was long and incredibly black,
like motor oil. Her skin was so pale it was almost white and
it took Amber a moment to realize it was makeup. She looked
washed out almost like a junky. Her body was all planes and
angles totally devoid of feminine curves. She was thin and
flat chested and had almost no hips. She wore a simple black
dress with a silver ankh suspended on a delicate chain.
Typical Goth vamp Amber decided disdainfully.

             "Yeah, Dee is working him over tonight," the
third woman at the table replied. She was of average height
with a good figure. Her blondish hair was worn short also
and she wore denim pants, a work shirt that barely hid her
breasts and heavy work boots. She was pure butch, a real
diesel dyke Amber thought.

     "She's pretty good with that whip," the dark haired
woman observed.

     "You would know, she beat your ass that night at
Rangoon," the fat woman said laughing.

     "Yeah, last time I make a bet with Fire," the thin
woman replied smiling.

     "Did you see that little bitch in the cell Ash?" the
woman in workboots asked.

     "Yeah, looks like a nice piece, to bad she has a top
already," the dark haired woman responded. Ash? Short for
Ashley? Amber was afraid to ask.

      "That wannabe? I had her on her knees licking my pussy
in front of everyone at Jaded last week," the fat woman said
disdainfully.

     "Any good?" The woman in work clothes asked.

     "Oh yeah, smack her around a bit and that tongue gets
real talented,"

     Amber was so embarrassed and uncomfortable. The
conversation had her blushing like mad and looking for a
place to hide.  Above it all was Fire, quite, well dressed,
you would think she was at a garden club meeting and not
listening to her friends discussing the sexual prowess of
other women.

     "What do you say Carly?" Ash asked. Amber's mind
refocused on the conversation instead of the woman she was
here to meet.

     "Yeah, why not?" the woman in workclothes replied and
the two got up and disappeared into the crowd. Amber made a
note that her name was Carly.

     "Those two are such a pair," the fat woman said.

     "Indeed," Fire replied.  She was so calm and elegant,
Amber felt herself falling under the woman's spell and she
hadn't even spoken to her!

     "Of course this time it's your fault," Fire observed
with a knowing smile.

     "Me?" the fat woman said with mock innocence.

     "You know Carly gets off on topping would be tops,"

     "So do you,"

     "Not really, I leave that to you and Carly,"

     "So tell me about yourself," the fat woman said
suddenly, switching her attention
to Amber. She was caught off guard and stuttered out an
unintelligible reply.

     "No need to be scared little one, I won't bite," she
said gently.

     "Don't bet on it," Fire said.

     "Hush, you'll scare the poor thing to death. My name is
Sam, and who might you be?" she said in a soothing voice.

     "Amber,"

     "That's a very pretty name. What are you doing here
tonight?"

     Amber was saved from answering by the return of Carly
and Ash. Ash had the girl in the t-shirt and panties in tow
while Carly was pushing the police girl ahead of her.

     Ash sat in her chair and spread her long thin legs. She
pulled her dress up and Amber could see she wasn't wearing
any panties. Ash gave the blonde a meaningful look and she
sank to her knees and buried her face in the thin woman's
crotch.

     "Ohh, look at that. Your baby knows what to do to a hot
pussy, do you?" Carly said to the brunette. She turned to
see her girlfriend lapping at Ash's crotch and moved to slap
her but Carly caught her arm and twisted it behind her.

     "Let go of me you bitch," she hissed. Carly laughed and
twisted her arm harder, which caused the brunette to
grimace.

     "Are you going to be a nice little slut or am I going
to have to get rough with you?" Carly taunted. Amber could
see that Carly was easily stronger than the brunette. The
girl struggled to break the tight grip Carly had on her
arms.

     "Have it your way," Carly said and release her arms.
The brunette spun around and Carly backhanded her. The
blonde started towards her lover, but Ash caught a handful
of hair and viciously jerked her face back.

     Carly laughed and shoved the brunette to her knees. She
undid her jeans and let them fall to her ankles and stepped
out of them. Amber saw that her pussy was shaved before she
sat down and spread her legs. She then tangled her hand in
the brunette's hair and pulled her face tightly to her
crotch.

     "That's right bitch, work that tongue in there. I'll
show you how a real top does it," she snarled.

     Amber was in a state that bordered on hysteria. Here
she was sitting in a club with two girls under the table
giving oral sex to two other girls. What in the name of god
was she doing here? She wanted to get up and leave, or at
least look away, but seeing the brunettes head moving
against Carly's tummy was something she could not tear her
eyes away from.

     "You like that don't you little one?" a voice whispered
in her ear. She managed to tear her eyes away from the scene
before her to face Sam. The fat woman was leaning close to
her.

     "Look at Ash my pet, see how much she is enjoying that
licking?" she purred.

     Amber glanced at Ash, the thin woman had a dreamy
expression on her face. Amber could just see the top of the
blonde's head. Amber felt her heartbeat quicken. She
wondered what Ash was feeling to look so content. She
shivered when she realized that she wondered even more what
the blonde felt.

     "That's right bitch, get that tongue all the way in or
I am going to beat your ass," Carly groaned.

     Amber's eyes alternated between the dreamy look on
Ash's face and the wild look on Carly's. She could easily
see the tops of both of the girl's heads and she wondered
what they were feeling. She noticed her nipples were
hardening and she felt strange, hot and flustered.

     She felt a warm breath on her ear and a shiver ran
through her slight frame. Sam's hand settled on her knee and
she stiffened.

     "Getting you hot isn't it my pet?"

     Amber turned to face Sam. She wanted to remove the
woman's hand from her knee, she wanted to tell her to stop,
to get away, instead she looked helplessly at her. Sam could
apparently sense her indecision and lack of will power. She
scooted her chair closer and her hand moved slowly up
Amber's leg.

     The fat woman spread her thighs and pulled the
ridiculously tight dress up revealing green panties. She
took Amber's hand and guided it to her crotch. When her
fingers touched the hot, slick material Amber jerked her
hand back like it burned. Sam held her hand and forced it
back between her splayed thighs.

     "Now now, make it feel good my pet," she cooed as she
rubbed herself with Amber's hand. Amber was shocked but
unable to resist and soon she was rubbing the welt slick
material without Sam's prompting. She watched fascinated as
her fingers stroked up and down. It was as if she were
watching a movie, or someone else, not like it was her own
hand. A wet spot appeared in the crotch and then as it
spread the slick fabric molded itself to her pussy. Soon
Amber could guess exactly what Sam's pussy looked like.

      "That's it baby," she breathed. Her eyes were closed
and she wore the same dreamy expression that Ash had. Amber
wanted to stop, she felt her stomach churning but she was no
more able to do that than to fly. These truly dominant women
simply overwhelmed her. She glanced fearfully at Fire, but
the black woman was smiling at her and nodded.

     Sam's hand had reached Amber's panties by now and began
to gently stroke her. She shuddered, but was unable to move.
The softly stroking fingers continued to work on her and
Amber unconsciously spread her legs to allow Sam's hand
better access.

     Ash came first, her body stiffened and a sigh escaped
her thin lips. She shuddered once and then sat up a little
straighter. Sam was next, her hips began to jog and she
removed her hand from Amber's panties to massage her mammoth
breasts through the material of her dress. Amber quickened
her stroking and Sam hissed and groaned. Seconds later her
orgasm began. Amber continued to stroke her until she opened
her eyes and smiled.

     Carly came last. It was apparent to Amber that she was
really enjoying making the would-be top service her. She
uttered a continuous stream of vile invective at the
kneeling brunette. Her body spasmed and she exploded with a
loud wail. Amber was surprised to notice that no one in the
crowded bar was paying them the least attention.

     After her orgasm subsided Carly shoved the brunette
away from her. The girl ended up on her butt leaning against
Amber's legs. Carly's juices and her own tears mingled to
make her face glisten in the light. She started to rise but
Sam stopped her.

     "Where do you think you're going?" she said in a voice
that brooked no argument. The brunette shuddered and turned
around. Sam's legs were still spread wide and she motioned
with her finger. The brunette swallowed hard and crawled on
her knees between the fat thighs. Sam pulled the slick
panties aside exposing her pussy. Amber found herself
staring. Her pussy was fat, with gaping lips and covered in
a thick mat of dark brown hair. The brunette tentatively
pushed her tongue out and licked up the slick lips. Amber
felt herself shudder as revultion mixed with excitement in
an almost unbearable conflict of emotion.

     "Are you ready baby?" Fire's said, breaking the spell
that held her.

     She turned and nodded to the tall woman, no longer
trusting her voice. Fire rose gracefully and said her
farewells to her friends. Amber rose and also said goodbye
to each of the three women and then followed Fire back out
onto the streets. Her car was parked around back of the
building, which explained why Amber had not seen it coming
in.

       Soon she was seated comfortably in the passenger seat
and they were moving. Tonight the radio was playing Mozart.
She closed her eyes and felt her body relax.

     "I am glad you showed up,"

     "I couldn't stay away, God knows I tried,"

     "I was fairly certain you wouldn't," Fire said and then
chuckled.

     "Why?"

     "How did you like my friends?" Fire asked, leaving the
question hanging.

     "I guess I liked them," she said tentatively.

     "Well, It appeared you at least liked Sam," Fire said
with another soft laugh. Amber colored furiously and tried
to think of something to say.

     "Did you get excited?" Fire asked. When Amber didn't
answer Fire pulled over to the curb and turned to face her.

     "I asked you a question. From this point forward if I
ask you a question you will answer immediately. If I tell
you to do something you will do it right then. When you fail
you will be severely punished. If you displease me badly
enough I will throw you out which soon will be the worst
thing your little mind can imagine. Now, did you get
excited?" Fire said in a voice that chilled Amber to her
very core.

     "Yes,"

     "Yes what?"

     "Yes ma'am?"

     "Yes Mistress Fire," the black woman prompted her.

     "Yes Mistress Fire,"

     "Better," the Domme said and turned back to the road.
The big car accelerated smoothly back into the flow of
traffic.

     "What excited you?" Fire asked.

     "I don't know, all of it I guess,"

     "Did you want to be that cute brunette under the
table?" Fire asked as she dodged expertly around a double-
parked taxi.

     "Yes," Amber replied. Her embarrassment was acute, but
she could not refuse to answer.

     "Good, very good. So you got excited, did you get your
panties wet?" Fire continued the merciless questioning.

     "Yes, a little," Amber replied blushing furiously.

     "Very good. Now little one we are going to play a
game,"

     "A game?" Amber asked with some apprehension.

     "Yes, I want you to pull your dress up,"

     "My dress?"

     "Yes dear, show me your panties," Fire said without
ever taking her eyes off the road.

     Amber pulled the hem of her dress up around her waist
exposing herself. She was wearing black lingerie tonight.
She was relieved to see that there was no evidence that she
had been excited showing on her satin panties. Fire glanced
over as soon as the car stopped at a red-light.

     "Here's the game. My apartment is fifteen blocks away
now. You are going to play with your little pussy. If you
can get yourself off before we get to the garage you can
keep your panties. Otherwise you will leave them here in the
car. Simple enough?" she explained. Amber stared at her
dumbfounded.

     The big car fairly leapt away from the red light,
accelerating quickly. Amber was still not sure what to do,
but the furious pace told her that Fire had something planed
for her if she lost her panties. She quickly dropped her
hand to her crotch and began to rub herself in a circular
motion. Her mind immediately went to the action at the table
that was so fresh in her memory. She pressed her fingers
between her lips to directly stimulate her clit. In her mind
she saw Sam's fat pussy with the brunette's tongue gliding
up the slick lips. While her right hand continued to stroke
her clit her left pulled her panties aside and plunged a
finger into her sopping hole. She was moaning softly now,
and did not notice that the car stopped. Her finger plunged
into herself again and again as her fingers danced
frantically over her sensitive nub. She bit her lip to keep
from crying out as her pleasure peaked and she gained the
sweet release of orgasm.

     She opened her eyes to find herself being stared at by
several men on the corner. They were all laughing and
pointing and making catcalls. Amber had never been so
humiliated.

     She turned to see Fire smiling at her. One of the men
was tapping on the glass and Amber nearly died, but Fire
accelerated away from the curb before he could do more than
that.

     "You won, I hope you enjoyed it because that the last
one you are getting for a while," she said conversationally.
Amber barely heard, her eyes were all red. She knew all
those men had sat there and watched her, it was terribly
humiliating, but the real humiliation was in knowing it
aroused her so much.

     By the time they reached the apartment Amber had
composed herself. She meekly followed Fire to the elevator
and then to her apartment. Fire opened the door and shoved
her inside. The tall woman walked in behind her and went
straight to the overstuffed chair.

     "Get us both a glass of wine," she commanded.

     Amber scampered into the kitchen and found glasses on a
rack and the wine in the refrigerator. She brought both
glasses out being careful not to spill any. Amber handed a
glass to Fire and then carefully sat on the sofa across from
her. The beautiful black woman sipped her wine and stared at
Amber's body. Amber lowered her head and sipped her wine.

     "Stand up," she commanded quietly. Amber quickly rose
to her feet and stood there holding her wine.

     "Turn around slowly, I want to get a good look at you,"

      Amber slowly turned around pausing in each profile and
with her back to the Domme.

     "Very nice, you look absolutely edible. Take off your
dress," she commanded. Amber put her wine glass down and
quickly unzipped the back of her dress.

     "Stop!" Fire cried. Amber's hands froze instantly.

     "Not like that, slowly, like a strip tease," she said.
Amber blushed and began to sway her hips, She felt
ridiculous as she turned and slowly exposed her back and
then turned holding the dress up over her breasts. She let
the top drop to expose her black lacy bra. Fire took in a
sharp, appreciative breath, which made Amber beam.

     She held her breasts in her hands and forced them up
and out and then let her hands trail down to her hips where
she hooked her fingers into the elastic of her dress. With a
mischievous grin she turned and bent at the waist and the
wiggled her hips as she pulled the skirt down. When it was
in a pile on the floor at her feet she stood up and turned
around. She was wearing only her black bra and panties with
the lacey black garterbelt, stockings and her heels.

     Fire stared at her for a while and then she spoke. "Not
too bad, but you need work. Maybe I'll loan you to Queenie
later so you can get some practice," she said.

     "Queenie?"

     "She's another friend. She owns a strip club in the
village that caters to lesbians," Fire said as she rose.
Amber shivered. She would never be able to do that, but even
more the simple statement chilled her. Fire said it like she
was property to be loaned out. She realized that she was
getting excited again just thinking of being owned.

     Fire stood in front of her now, that beautiful face was
cold and devoid of any expression or warmth. With brutal
suddenness she delivered a backhanded slap to Amber's face.
The slight girl was flung backwards onto the sofa. She was
too shocked to be upset at first and then the painful sting
arrived.

     "That was for hesitating in the car, do it again and I
will beat you unmercifully. This is your last chance to
walk. I'll give you just ten seconds to decide,"

     Amber looked at her for any sign of the friendly woman
she had been but the face was cold. Her voice was hard as
she counted down. Amber's mind was suddenly very lucid.

     "Stop!" she said softly when Fire hit six. The tall
black woman glowered down on her. Amber screwed up her
courage and met the Domme's withering glare.

     "There is no need to count further Mistress, I have
already decided. I want to be yours," Amber said. The words
sounded so strange to her, but she knew emphatically that it
was the truth.

     Fire looked at her carefully for a moment and then her
face broke into one of the warmest smiles Amber had ever
seen. She sat down and gently stroked Amber's cheek.

     "I am sorry for that babydoll, but I had to make sure
you knew what you were getting into. I can be a real bitch
at times,"

     "I understand,"

     "Good, now before we start you need a safe word,
something that you can say if you really need me to stop,"

     "Heather," Amber said automatically.

     "Heather it is," Fire replied. She stood then and
walked back to her chair where she sat again. Amber felt
very vulnerable sitting on the sofa in her sexy lingerie
while Fire was still fully clothed.

     Eventually she stood and walked casually towards her
bedroom. Amber was unsure of what to do but decided not to
move until told to do so. Fire picked up a heavy wooden
parson's bench and carried it to the center of the room. She
then took one of the small pillows off of the leather chair
and placed it on the bench. She moved to the heavy armoire
and removed a beautiful wood box, from this she too out
several leather straps.

     "Come here," She said forcefully. Amber scrambled over
to stand next to her.

     "Kneel," she ordered and Amber did so instantly. Fire
took her hand and attached a leather cuff to her left wrist.
The cuff was rough black leather, but lined with something
softer. A heavy metal ring was stitched into it. This was a
serious cuff, not like the cheap ones Kenneth had. His were
straight out of Fredrick's of Hollywood, more for role-play
than anything else. She had actually broken one during a
particularly heavy beating, causing him to really tear her
up. She would not be able to escape from this one. The
knowledge thrilled her even as it scared her.

     Fire attached the second cuff to her left wrist. She
placed the pillow on the bench and Amber noticed that tiny
marks were notched into the bench and the pillow fit
perfectly between them.

     "Lean over," Fire demanded and Amber complied. The
bench had decorative hearts cut out in the legs and Fire
pulled a strap through each of these to secure her arms.
Amber was impressed with the improvisation. The bench looked
perfectly in place with the apartment's decor but was
ideally suited for restraining a victim. Clever.

     A strap was placed around each thigh and cuffs were
placed on her ankles. Fire stood and walked to the closet
and returned with a spreader bar. She attached this and then
cranked it outward until Amber felt like her legs were going
to be torn off.

      Fire stopped and returned to the front of the bench
and leaned into the straps taking all the slack out, this
forced Ambers ass high into the air. She stepped back and
wiped her brow while she admired her handy work. Amber felt
her panties pulled tight and wondered why Fire had not had
her remove them before she was trussed.

     Fire walked to the bedroom and returned with a thin
vibrator and some other items. She placed these out of sight
and then sat down in front of Amber.

     "Do you know what this is?" she asked as she held up
the small vibe, it was blue, about three inches long and had
a delicate chain with a pull ring attached.

     "It's a vibrator,"

     "It's not just any vibrator," she said as she gently
stroked it.

     "It isn't?"

     "No, it's special vibe. I'll show you why," with that
she rose and walked around behind Amber. Amber felt her
strong fingers as they caressed her ass. Fire stroked her a
bit and then Amber heard the vibe begin to hum. She felt
Fire move her panties aside and then she slipped the small
vibe into her. Amber groaned as it entered her wet passage,
Fire pressed it deeper until Amber felt her lips close over
it. Fire gave her panties a vicious yank upwards. This had
the effect of driving the slick material between her lips
and her ass cheeks and holding the small vibe inside.

     Fire walked back around and sat again. She held up a
blindfold and some earplugs.

     "It has a six hour plus battery and as you can tell it
produces an intense vibration for its size," Fire said
quietly. Amber nodded, it felt like the little machine was
shaking her insides apart.

     "Now, I am going to take a long bath and get ready.
These should help you concentrate on your new little
friend," she said with an evil laugh. She pressed the
earplugs in and then placed the blindfold on her.

     Amber was suddenly in a dark world of her own. No
sounds penetrated the night and no light. She could feel the
wood of the bench and the leather on her wrists, ankles and
thighs, but she was strapped down so tightly that she could
not move. She could feel the satin of her panties pressed
tightly against her pussy and ass and above all she could
feel the little vibe. It buzzed away with it's own contained
joy and she realized the cruelty of her predicament.

     With nothing to look at or hear and no room to move her
mind was forced to focus on the vibe. It was humming away
relentlessly but held inside so that she could not get any
contact with her tingling clit. She was cunningly secured so
that she could not bring her self into contact with
anything, or even squeeze her thighs together. She shuddered
as the small vibe continued to work inside her. How long
would Fire leave her like this?   What did she say? Six
hours? She would go insane long before that. Amber began to
struggle in her bonds.

     When that proved fruitless she tried to squeeze the
vibe out by contracting her inner muscles, but her panties
kept it snugly in place and by tightening her muscles she
only made it feel more intense. In this dark, silent world
time had no meaning. She tried to make her mind focus on
something, anything other than the relentlessly vibrating
intruder. No matter what she tried her mind was focused on
it and she felt herself becoming incredibly wet. How long
now? Minutes? Hours? She had no idea. Her mind flashed to
the club and the blonde with her head between Ash's thighs.
She saw each detail in unbelievable detail.

     She was moaning now, humping against her bonds in a
vain effort to find release. Her mind was totally absorbed
with the vibe and it's incessant movements within her. She
groaned in frustration as the maddening stimulation
continued unabated.

            With a blinding flash the blindfold was pulled
from her eyes and the earplugs from her ears. She blinked
several times adjusting to the light. She could hear her own
ragged breathing now. She could not see her, but Fire pulled
the vibrator from within her with an audible plopping sound.

      "Well did my little baby enjoy that?" she asked in a
sweet voice. She stepped around into Amber's vision. Amber
was dumbstruck.

      Fire wore a purple leather bustier with cut outs in
strategic places. Amber could see her large firm breasts and
the darker black of her vulva between her ebony thighs. Her
legs were encased in leather thigh boots with four inch gold
spikes. She wore a leather mask that allowed her to see but
hid her features from Amber's view. She was standing close
and Amber's eyes were drawn to her sex. It was darker than
her skin and a thin film of something white showed between
the pouting lips. She felt her stomach turn.

     "I think she did," Fire said holding up the glistening
little vibe. She laughed deeply and tossed it onto a mat
that lay just within Amber's line of sight.

     "And how does Mummy's little baby feel?" she asked.

     "That was unfair," Amber said. Her body was still
tingling and she needed release, but she hated being
patronized. She had always been small and the butt of
countless jokes throughout her life. Nothing would set her
off like calling her childish or treating her as less than
an adult. She had had too many people ask if she was working
a summer job at the office.

     "Hmm, you are being a bad little girl. You know what
happens to bad little girls? Fire said in that insulting
voice. It was like she was talking to a small child.

     "Fuck you, this was a mistake. I'm not a dyke like you,
let me go!" Amber demanded. Fire had hit upon one of her pet
peeves and her anger was over coming her arousal. What's
more her rational mind was beginning to assert itself again.
She realized that the idea of touching another woman was
suddenly very revolting to her. It had seemed all right in
fantasy, but in reality she just wasn't into it.

     "My, My, such a bad little girl. And such foul
language. Mommy will have to punish you now," Fire said in
the same tone.

     "Let me go you crazy bitch!" Amber nearly screamed. She
fought against her bonds but they gave not at all.

     Fire smiled and moved out of her sight, she heard
rummaging and then the large woman returned with a leather
whip in her hand. She uncoiled the wicked looking lash and
snapped it in front of Amber.

     "You need to beg forgiveness and promise to be a good
little girl," Fire said, her tone still insulting.

     "Let me go or I will scream," Amber threatened.

     "Of course you will scream. Do you take me for an
idiot? These walls are well proofed against sound, so scream
to your hearts content, no one will hear," she said sweetly.
With a motion that was almost too fast to see she cracked
the whip inches from Amber's face. Amber shrieked in
surprise.

     "No, please. Heather," she said hopefully.

     "You will have to tell me about this Heather some day,"
Fire said as she limbered her arm. She swished the whip a
few times and then looked directly at Amber.

     "Now, are you going to be a good little girl and
apologize to mummy or am I going to have to punish you?" she
said.

     "You said that was my safe word! You lied to me!" Amber
screamed.

     "So I did," Fire said easily. Amber began to struggle
again.

     "Last chance," Fire said. Amber licked her suddenly
very dry lips, try as she might she couldn't pry her eyes
from the cruel whip.

     "Up yours!" she managed at last.

     "All right my bad little girl, but you can end this
whenever you want," Fire said. Amber closed her eyes and
grimaced hoping not to give the bitch any satisfaction. The
first blow landed on her back with a cracking sound and a
scream of pain was torn from her. The next lash landed and
she screamed again. White-hot pain shot through her and
blotted out all other sensation. Again the whip landed but
this time it curled around her buttock and cracked against
her wide open pussy. The pain was indescribable. Amber
screamed until her voice cracked. The lash fell again and
again punishing her beyond endurance. Amber strained and
twisted in her bonds until she was spent and still the lash
fell.

     "Enough!" she cried at the top of her voice.

     Fire stopped immediately. She was covered in a thin
sheen of sweat and her eyes were burning with an unholy
fire.

     "Are you going to be a good little girl now?" she said
in that same voice. Amber was too limp to reply and just
nodded her head.

     "Say it," the Domme commanded.

     "I..will, be a good.. little girl," Amber panted.

     "And I am soo sorry for my language mummy," the black
woman prompted.

     "And I am so sorry for my language. mummy," she said as
she bit back to keep from retching.

      "Very good Amber, you are getting so grown up," Fire
taunted as she moved out of Ambers line of sight. She
returned and stood there with her chin in her hand. The whip
was coiled on her hip.

     "Now what shall we do? I know, it's past your
dinnertime! I'm sorry baby," she said as she knelt before
Amber.

     Amber found herself looking up at the beautiful black
woman's breasts. They were very large and the skin looked
velvety soft. Her nipples stood out proudly from the darker
aureoles. Amber had never examined another woman's breasts
at such close quarters. She couldn't take her eyes off them.

     "Well go ahead baby," Fire said gently. Amber stared at
her blankly and Fire laughed.

     "All babies have to breast feed and mummy has hers
ready for you," she said mockingly.

     Amber realized what the black woman wanted, but she
hesitated. Fire gently stroked the whip and Amber shrank
from her as much as her bonds would allow. Fire laughed and
pressed her nipple against Amber's quivering lips. Amber
knew she had to do it and she parted her lips. Fire's nipple
slipped into her mouth.


     Amber was unsure of what to do but Fire gently stroked
her cheek and cooed "Suck tity bay, roll your tongue all
over that golden nipple. All babies need to be breast fed
and Mummy's going to feed you three time a day from now on,"

     Amber sucked gently as first, but then with more
pressure. She rolled her tongue around the hard nipple. It
tasted slightly salty and at the same time sweet, and soon
she was pulling at the nipple just like a child suckling.

     Fire let her finger slide between her thighs and she
slowly stroked herself as Amber nursed. After a while Fire
pulled her right nipple out of Ambers mouth with a popping
sound. Before the small blonde could do anything Fire
pressed her left nipple against the soft lips and felt the
little woman began to suck contentedly. Amber was only
vaguely aware of the fact that Fire was working herself
towards orgasm with her hands. She was very aroused now and
as much as it shamed her she found that she loved sucking on
Fire's breasts.

      Fire's body shuddered and she pulled away leaving
Amber with nothing in her mouth. The big woman shuddered and
moaned as her orgasm ripped through her. Amber could only
watch and feel her own pussy twitching. Finally the black
woman stood up and smiled.

     "That was very nice baby, but look at the mess you have
made," she said indicating her now soaked pussy. She moved
closer until her pubic mound was only inches from Amber's
face. Amber could see the dark lips and the bright pink
inner folds. Fire's entire pussy was covered with a thick
coating of her juices and Amber shuddered when Fire moved
even closer.

     "Come on baby, clean up your mess. Mummy's waiting,"
she mocked.

     Amber clamped her lips tight and turned her head away
from Fire. She did not care how hard she was beaten, she
just could not do this.

     "No?" Fire questioned. Amber shook her head
emphatically.

     Fire shrugged and walked away. Amber could hear her
rummaging around behind her. Walking back into Amber's line
of sight Fire sat down abruptly and holding the long blue
feather began to stroke it. In her other hand she held a
pair of shears. She watched Amber's eyes intently until the
importance of the feather suddenly dawned on her.

            "No!" Amber exclaimed.

             Fire laughed and crawled towards the trussed
woman.

     "No, you can't. I'll go insane," Amber pleaded. She was
extremely ticklish and she plunged in the bonds trying to
escape.

     Ignoring her plea's Fire moved to Amber's side and let
the tip of the feather trace over her victims shoulder, then
to the sensitive area of her armpit. A screech burst from
Amber's lips followed by giggling. She tested her bonds to
the limits struggling in vain to avoid the feather. Fire
kept up this gentle torture for a minute or two, while Amber
writhed in her bonds. Her giggles quickly gave way to
hysterical laughter. The feather was sending the most
horrible sensations through her and she could only laugh and
plead for Fire to stop. Fire continued a moment longer then
removed the feather. Amber's body immediately slumped in her
bonds. Her breathing was labored and tears streaked her
face.

     Fire moved to Amber's rear leaving her field of vision.
Sitting cross-legged between the tied woman's legs she
examined her ass. Red welts crisscrossed her back, standing
out a stark read against her pale skin. Amber felt the cold
caress of the shears and knew that her panties had been cut
off of her body. She blushed as she realized it would be
obvious to her Domme that she was very aroused.

     Amber's pussy was wet and Fire could smell her arousal.
The lips were swollen and had parted to reveal her inner
folds. Like a delicate pink flower Fire thought as she
licked her lips. Then she took the feather and traced along
the outer lips.

     At the first touch of the maddening feather on her lips
Amber screamed and began to struggle like a mad woman. Fire
ignored this and continued to work the feather over her
victim's most sensitive parts. After a while Amber could
shriek no more. It was all she could do to breath. She heard
herself begging incoherently for the torture to stop.

      Fire knew that Amber was now close to passing out. Her
pussy was inflamed and her clit standing erect, totally out
of its protective hood. The combination of sexual
frustration and the devilish torture had her on the brink of
fainting.

            With a final flourish Fire pulled the feather
away. Amber slumped in her bonds. Her breathing was ragged
and she was covered in a sheen of sweat. Amber couldn't seem
to get enough oxygen and she was light headed. Her pussy was
on fire and the tickling had left it itching like mad. She
struggled to ease the maddening itch, but to no avail.

     Fire stood before her again. Amber was sickened to see
that the black woman's pussy was even more wet than before.
She knew that she would have to lick her clean; she could
not take any more of the feather. She would loose her mind.

     Fire caught up a handful of her hair and jerked her
head up. Her eyes bored into Amber's.

     "Ready to clean up your mess little girl?" she mocked.

     "Yes,' Amber mouthed.

     "Yes what?"

     "Yes mummy,"

     "I will only ask once more, Yes mummy what?" she said
with mock sweetness.

     "Yes mummy, I am ready to clean up my mess," Amber
nearly shouted.

     "Are you sure?"

     "Yes Mummy, I'm sure,"

     "So you want to lick my hot wet pussy?"

     "Yes mummy," Amber choked.

     "Yes mummy I want to lick your hot wet pussy!" she
blurted when she saw Fire's hand reaching towards the
feather on the floor.

     "Really?" Fire asked, still staring into her eyes.

     "Really mummy,"

     "Well, if you really want to I guess you can,"

     "Thank you mummy," Amber replied dutifully. Fire slowly
thrust her hips forward but stopped well short of Amber's
face.

     "Of course only a dirty little dyke would want to lick
my wet pussy, wouldn't you agree?"

     "Yes, mummy, only a dirty little dyke would want to
lick your pussy," she chocked as tears welled in her eyes.

     "So what does that make you?" Fire said sweetly. For a
split second it seemed as if Amber would not be able to say
it. Fire let her hand stray towards the feather.

     "It makes me a dirty little dyke, Mummy," Amber said.
Her humiliation was complete now. She had never felt so
wretched.

     "It makes you a dirty little twat licking cunt, so get
to it!" Fire said with heavy sarcasm.

     She placed her feet on either side of the table and
squatted at the same time pulling Amber's head to her
soaking vagina. Amber's face was pressed into the dark warm
crevice. The first thing to hit her was the overwhelming
scent of Fire's arousal. It was a strong musky scent and her
nostrils were dripping with it almost instantly. It was
strong but not unpleasant. Her lips and nose were pushed
right into Fire's hot pussy.

     "Lick baby, get that tongue to work," Fire commanded
huskily.

     Amber tentatively parted her lips and stuck her tongue
out. It was instantly coated in Fire's copious juices. It
tasted sweet and tangy at the same time with a musky
undertone and just slightly salty. Amber had never tasted
anything like it before. She had barely begun to lick when
Fire began to jog her hips, literally humping Amber's face.

     "Oh yea baby, lick that cunt. Get your tongue up in
that hot pussy. I am going to come all over your face you
dirty twat licking dyke," she said as she ground her over
heated pussy against Amber's face. It was all the small
blonde could do to breath. Her face was smeared with Fire's
juices and she drove her tongue against the velvety soft
inner folds. The stream of vile epitaphs set her pussy on
fire. She had never been so hot in her life. Never had she
been so totally open and stripped of her pride and humanity.

     "That's it bitch, eat that hot black pussy. You better
learn to like it cause your never getting another cock. From
tonight on you are on a strict diet of cunt. Yeahh.. I am
going to come soon bitch, get that tongue working or I will
flay the hide off you!"

       Amber felt Fires other hand wrap into her hair. The
big woman pulled her face tightly to her smoldering sex.
With each thrust of her hips she pulled Amber's face
forward. Amber felt like her hair was being ripped out. Her
whole world was centered on Fire's pussy. It was all she
could see and taste and smell. She was no longer a person;
she was just a tongue, the means for her Domme to get off.

     "Ohhhhhhhhhh," Fire groaned as her humping reached a
fever pitch. Amber was afraid the big woman was going to
break her nose it was banging so hard against her clit.

     "Here it comes bitch,  all.. over.. your.. fucking..
face!" Fire nearly screamed as her hips spasmed. Amber was
conscious of a change in Fire and then a jet of thick hot
juice splattered all over her face. She nearly gagged. She
had never even heard of a squirter and didn't think women
did that. Her mouth was filled and she was forced to swallow
to breath because her nose was pressed so far between Fire's
lips she could draw no air.

     By the time Fire had finished and stood Amber was
coughing. Her face was coated in Fires sweet juices and her
itching pussy had her on the brink of madness. She was so
hot now she would do anything for relief.

     Fire sat down on the floor and recovered from her
orgasm. Amber whimpered and whined as she desperately sought
relief. She was still secured too tightly to do more than
try futilely to move her hips.

     Fire stood slowly and removed her mask. She looked at
Amber and smiled.

     "That was pretty good. You are a natural muff diver,
but you need work on your technique.  That's O.K. you will
get plenty of practice. Well, I guess it's about bedtime,
what do you think?" she asked in that mocking tone.

     "Please.. Please don't leave me like this, Oh please
fuck me," Amber begged.

     Fire looked at her and then smiled and walked to her
bedroom. Amber wailed and cried in frustration, but became
immediately silent when Fire returned.  Amber watched as
Fire set up a tripod and placed a video camera upon it.

     "You look so cute with my pussy juice all over your
face. I am going to hit play on this camera and then you
will have to beg me to fuck you. If you can convince me you
are sincere about it I will, if not, I will leave you here
all night. Do you understand?"  Fire explained.

     "Yes, I understand," Amber said slowly. Fire nodded and
pressed the record button.

     "You're on," she said with an evil grin. Amber knew
what that camera meant. It meant irrefutable evidence of
what had happened here tonight. It could mean having her
life ruined if it got into the wrong hands. She knew all
this, but she didn't care. Her pussy was aching and itching
and if she was left overnight she was sure she would die.

     "Please mummy please. I need you to fuck me. I am so
hot for you I just have to have it. I licked your juicy
pussy like a good girl and made you cum, please Mummy. My
little pussy is so hot for you, I have to have you, please
take me,' Amber begged.

     Fire stepped back into her view; she was holding a
strap on harness fitted with a massive black dildo. Amber
paled as she saw its dimensions. It was ten inches long and
easily three around, the head looked like an apple. It was
dark black and wickedly veined with several heavy ribs.

      "Are you sure baby? This is a mighty big cock for a
little girl like you,"

     "Yes mummy, take me with your giant cock," Amber said
in a little girl voice.

     "All right baby, you did such a good job eating my
pussy I guess I will do what you want," Fire said. Her back
was to the camera as she stepped into the harness and Amber
could see the triumphant smile on her face. She moved around
behind the bound girl and knelt between her spread legs.
Amber felt her thighs against the back of her own and then
she felt the cock head pressing against her swollen lips.

     She felt Fire work the head up and down her slit,
coating it in her juices but carefully avoiding her clit.
She squirmed and tried to bring it into contact with the
huge head but Fire was far too clever for that and kept it
just out of reach.

     "Please mummy, please," Amber begged.

     "Patience my little slut," Fire said. Amber felt the
head pressing against her then, her slick lips parted but it
stopped against her entrance. Fire held it with one hand to
keep it on target and grasped Amber's hip with her other,
she then leaned into it.

     "Ooooooowwwwwwwwwwww," Amber groaned as the huge head
forced it's way in. She felt her muscles slowly stretching
to allow the massive intruder into her slick tunnel. She
gasped in discomfort as the head sank in and her pussy
gripped it tightly.

     "Ready for you fucking slut?" Fire demanded.

     "Yes mummy,"

      She felt Fire draw back and then thrust forward. She
screamed as more of the thick phallus sank into her. Fire
ignored her and continued to work the big dildo into her
tight pussy with hard stabbing thrusts. Finally it reached a
place where nothing had ever touched before.  A spot deep
inside her where it could go no further. She felt Fire's
other hand on her hip and her body settling in. Holding both
hips tightly she drew back and thrust forward. Amber
shivered and yelped.

     "That's it baby, let me know how much you like it,"
Fire breathed.

     "Oh god, it's too big. You're splitting me in half,"
Amber groaned.

     "You begged for it baby, and now you're going to get
it," Fire hissed and rammed forward with a vicious lunge.

     Amber screamed at the shock of it. Pain shot through
her, but that pain quickly mingled with pleasure as Fire
established a rhythm. In, out, in, out, full, empty,
suddenly full again. Amber felt herself beginning to
respond. Soon she was trying to meet Fire's brutal thrusts
and was moaning uncontrollably. She began to yelp and cry
out as her orgasm neared. Fire released her hips and took
two hands full of her long blonde hair. She jerked back on
them, forcing Amber's face up to the camera and used them
like reins as she pounded the thick dildo into Amber's
quivering body.

     The stimulation was too much for Amber, she felt like a
bottle of champagne that had been shaken and shaken until
finally the cork had to give. Her insides spasmed as the
muscles deep inside of her ravaged pussy tried to squeeze
the thick dildo and hold it in her. Amber bit her lip and
then her whole body stiffened and with a final cry she came.
Her orgasm washed over her, wave after wave of thick
pleasure, heightened by the undercurrents of pain from her
back and pussy. She fought to keep her mind above the
rushing torrent, but Fire continued to drive the huge dildo
into her with unabated fury.


     Amber felt something strange then, a twinge deep inside
herself, near the core of her being. Her second orgasm hit
her even as her body was absorbing the first. Amber screamed
then, she had never experienced more than one at a time and
she was totally unprepared for the intensity of the
feelings.

     "That's right slut, cum for mummy," Fire grunted. The
words sounded far away to Amber. More of an echo than actual
words. She felt as if she were drowning in a sea of red, the
waves rising higher and higher to assail her sanity. A third
hit her and then a fourth, by then she was lost, mewling and
moaning and crying out incoherently. Fire laughed and held
Amber's hair tightly, keeping the small blonde's face to the
camera as it contorted with each new shock.

     Amber became lost in that sea of pleasure, her mind
spun away and she lost the ability to distinguish reality.
To her reality was the heady waves that smashed into her
they were all that were real. She rode them now, no longer
fighting but letting them take her where they would.

     When she came back to herself she was immediately aware
of the fact that Fire was still driving the big dildo into
her aching pussy. Her Domme had released her hair and was
now holding tightly her hips. The strokes were no longer
long and even but short and jerky. Amber processed that
information slowly but eventually realized that Fire was
about to cum. She felt the big woman's tits on her back as
Fire fell forward gasping quietly as her orgasm rocked her.

     For a long time they stayed like that. Amber felt her
inner muscles clutching and releasing around the huge dildo.
They were both bathed in sweat and breathing heavily. At
last Fire stirred and pulled the dildo out. It made and
obscene slurping sound that caused Amber to cringe. She was
aware of Fire moving behind her and strained to see over her
shoulder but she could not. When fire reentered her vision
she was no longer wearing the strap on. She moved to the
camera and picked it up then walked around Amber slowly. She
spent a good deal of time behind her, out of sight. When she
walked back she took it off her shoulder.

     "You have been very good babydoll," she said in her
nice voice. Amber smiled weakly at the praise.

     Fire put the camera down and went about releasing Amber
from the bench. When she tried to stand she started to fall
but Fire's strong arm wrapped around her tiny waist and held
her up.

     "Are you all right?" Fire asked.

     "Yes, just having trouble with my legs," Amber slurred.
Her tongue felt thick and she was having trouble forming
complete thoughts. A powerful aftershock wracked her small
frame. Fire picked her up easily and carried her to the
bathroom where she took a warm wet cloth and cleaned her up.
She quickly showered while Amber sat on the toilet regaining
her composure. When Fire emerged from the hot shower she
motioned for Amber to get in.

     Amber showered quickly, the hot water felt good but she
was not really able to enjoy it. Her mind was returning to
the things she had done and the things that had been done to
her. She got out of the shower and meekly allowed her new
lover to towel her dry. The big woman went to her dresser
and rummages around before tossing a negligee' to Amber. It
was big on her but not as big as one of Fire's would have
been. Amber wondered whom it belonged to and was surprised
to feel a tinge of jealousy. Fire pulled on a blue silk
nightgown and turned back the covers.

     She took Amber's hand and pulled her gently to the bed.
Amber snuggled under the cool satin sheets and then felt
Fire's arm abound her waist. The big woman pulled her
tightly to her body and kissed her cheek.

     "Sleep little one, tomorrow is a big day for you," she
cooed.

     Amber closed her eyes and snuggled back against the
warm body of her Domme and knew no more.