Alice and Sheree (WF/AsianF, D/s, BD, Spanking, Exhibitionism Consensual) From: "Story Knight" story_knight@yahoo.com (mailto:story_knight@yahoo.com) ============================================================================ Sheree stretched her lithe nineteen-year-old body in her bed, and blinked her almond eyes at the sunlight that was pouring into her apartment through the half opened blinds. Kicking the sheets from her body, she let her right hand trace the pouting inner lips of her hairless pussy. Just then, the bedroom door opened and another young woman stepped inside. She was dressed in a short cotton nightie with the emblem of her favorite football team. Her braless breasts jiggled beneath the nightie as she carried a tray over to the languishing Asian. "How you doing, Sweetie?" The tray toting woman asked, running her hands through the long black hair that swept across the pillows. "Oh God, Alice, you're wonderful!" Cried Sheree, sitting up to receive the tray upon her lap in exchange for a kiss. Alice held her long, blonde hair in one hand, and the back of the Asian's head with the other, as the two deeply kissed. "I bet your pussy's sore after that fucking I gave it last night." Alice teased, taking position on the end of the bed, facing Sheree. The teen only blushed and looked down at her breakfast, unable to meet the eyes of her older and more dominant lover. Alice was twenty-five and had a number of lovers in her past, both men and women. Ever since her first taste of domination, she had insisted her lovers capitulated to her will. Returning from her deep thought, Alice noticed Sheree's collar was missing.
Rising from the bed, the blonde checked the bed sheets and under the bed before retrieving the half inch leather band. "What's this doing on the floor, my pet?" Alice asked, waving the item in front of Sheree. "I'm sorry, Mistress, I." The sentence was never completed as Sheree stopped when she saw Alice position a high backed chair in the middle of the room. Without being told, Sheree removed her breakfast from her lap and walked over to where Alice was now sitting on the chair, and knelt between her open legs. "You know this collar is to be worn at all times. It is a sign of ownership, obedience, and of love. What am I to think when you are not wearing it, and instead leave it on the floor?" A tear coursed from the corner of the Asian's eye, and rolled down her high cheek. Her shame was deep, as she had hurt her loving mistress. She hung her head low, and locked her gaze upon the front of the seat. Alice swept Sheree's long hair into a ponytail, and held it in place with a rubber band. Taking the collar, she applied it to her lover's slender neck and centered the pendant between her collarbones. The pendant was plain, round, and made of gold. It read, "Slave Sheree, most beloved pet of Mistress Alice." Sheree had picked it herself the day she had accepted to relinquish her liberty to her lover, and given it willingly as her present to Alice. With the collar fastened in place, with plenty of room around the submissive `s neck, Alice lifted Sheree's chin with her index finger, and looked her slave in the eye. "I think it's time for a spanking." As though slave Sheree had been holding her breath, she sighed with the pronouncement of her punishment, and moved to lie over her mistress' lap. Alice softly placed a hand upon the cheek of the beautiful round arse she had fallen in love with. It curved out swiftly from Sheree's narrow waist, blossoming out into a womanly pair of hips. At the center of her bottom was a pink little anus that Alice had licked on many occasions, as her slave remained bound to the bed. Below the puckered rose bud sat the weeping blossom of Sheree's sex. Open and puffy as it was when Alice fucked it with the ten-inch strap-on. Sheree whimpered as Alice stroked and teased her upturned bottom, waiting for the inevitable spanking she was about to receive. After minutes of tension, the blows came like lightning, one after the other, in rapid succession. Sheree didn't stand a chance to yelp or cry and Alice let her have ten ear cracking swats in a row. With several rosy red handprints on her arse, Sheree blinked behind a wall of tears, and her breath came out in huge sobs. With her still laying over her lap, Alice used the edge of her hand to saw between Sheree's soaking pussy lips. The Asian moaned with sexual longing even as the tears still welled up in her eyes. Alice had such a talent for mixing pleasure with pain that Sheree only had to think about the spankings and her cunt would be aflame. "Come along Sweetheart," cooed Alice, patting her slave on the back, "your mistress has to sort out one of her other pets." Sheree climbed off the older woman's lap and stood running her fingers over her hairless mons. "Now, now, this is punishment, so we don't want you cumming do we Dear?" Admonished Alice, reaching into Amour for a pair of leather handcuffs. Taking Sheree's hands behind her back, Alice secured them with the cuffs before stepping in front of her slave and attaching a six-foot leather leash to her collar. As Alice lead Sheree out the room by her leash, she grabbed a six-foot spreader bar that was leaning against the wall. Outside the room, a long corridor stretched in either direction. On one side, it was lined with doors similar to the one they'd just exited. Huge windows looking out upon the lush house grounds covered the other side. A man in everyday clothing stooped over a hedge with a pair of sheers in his hands. As he snipped at the bush, he glanced at the women making their way down the passage. It was forbidden to stare at the wealthy homeowner, but her slaves were open for prolonged perusal. Sheree's arousal grew under the glare of the gardener. She knew her nude and tethered form brought pleasure to her mistress and the other inhabitants of the house. The thought of their throbbing erections and weeping pussies made her dizzy with lust. Finally, they reached Mistress' apartments, where Alice hooked the leash outside the door, and affixed the spreader bar to Sheree's ankles, before stepping inside. As Sheree stood there, waiting for her Mistress to return, she watched various subordinates walk around the house. Some were dressed, and others were not. Some were bound, gagged and lead around, while others took pause to pinch her nipples or drag their fingers along her cunt. Never did anyone bring Sheree across the threshold of orgasm, as everyone knew she was Mistresses special pet. ========================================================================= More great stories at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/All-Stories-BnD