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.