Humbling

"Humbling, Part 7"

by GrandMoff

This is fiction, intended as entertainment. It involves sex between women, i.e. (F/F...) There is domination in this story--though it will take a form you probably aren't used to seeing. If this offends you, or you can't legally view this, please don't read the story. Resemblance between these characters and anyone is coincidental.

"I told you I'd take you someplace special," I said to Aurora while I drove. "Granted, it won't look like much from the outside, but I think you'll like it."

"So the park wasn't..." She grew red and couldn't finish her question.

I smiled. "The park was a diversion. I don't mind saying you looked delicious in the collar. It was just a relaxing bit of fun. It's time for us to keep an appointment, though." She dealt with her curiosity quite well; she just gave me a sidelong glance and changed the subject.

"Where does Mistress get all these wicked ideas?" she asked.

"That's an impertinent question and you know it. Wicked is an interesting word to use, by the way. The way you say 'wicked,' it's obvious you mean 'fun and exciting.' When you say wicked, you're saying you want more.

"Don't worry, darling slut, you'll get more."

I put my hand on her thigh. She inhaled sharply and looked away from me. "A slave won't be satisfied until Mistress comes," she said, sulking.

"Are you talking back to me?" I said, feeling surprised and amused.

"Mistress..." she mumbled. She was genuinely pissed at me, at least a little, for not letting her have sexual access to my body. I could tell she was trying to figure out how to phrase her protest. I wasn't going to allow her that time, though.

I clicked my tongue. I said sharply, "I'm the one in charge. You may have forgotten. Shorts. Off. Now."

I watched out of the corner of my eye. She tugged the tight shorts to her ankles and pulled her feet out of them one at a time. She wasn't too embarrassed--yet. "Offer me your backside," I commanded.

That got her attention. "A slave doesn't understand--" she started to say.

"--Yes, she does," I said sternly. "Get on your knees on your seat and present your tight ass to me for spanking."

That was effective. She knew anyone in traffic with us would be able to see her. Her ears grew bright pink. By now, she knew me well enough to realize that there was no point arguing. She dropped her head, then turned and raised her behind. "Higher," I said, "and spread your legs. Get closer to me."

She managed to get into a wonderful position, her rear end only about a foot from my face. Her vagina was clearly visible between her legs, glistening with the syrup of her arousal. I rested my hand on her left cheek. She whimpered. She wanted this over with (and yet she didn't). All the more reason to take my time. I slapped her ass nonchalantly, pausing between each strike.

I traced the cute mole on her butt. "Not so vocal now, I see," I teased. "This mark of yours really gives me something to focus on; I'll have to find more occasions for getting your ass exposed. Stay calm, I'm nearly done spanking you."

"Mistress," she grunted. Her voice was almost unrecognizable with frustration and desire. I'm sure she knew what she wanted.

"You were wet enough in the park; I suppose it would be cruel to get you worked up again and not finish you. So..." I trailed off the sentence and started stroking her beautiful labia.

"Uh!" she groaned. I smiled. "Please, Mistress, let a slave come!" she said in a rush once she'd caught her breath.

Not this easy--not this time. "What? I'm trying to teach you a lesson, you slut! You're being punished."

"Please! Pl--ooh--please!" Her breathing was rapid and noisy. "Please!"

I let one finger slip between her lips. I asked, "So you've learned your lesson?" I let another finger join the first.

She was already too far gone. "Please!" she said again. "Please, please--oh fuck!"

She pushed back, obviously trying to get the most out of this orgasm. Her cunt felt tight and very hot around my fingers. She was so damn sexy-- I was proud and disappointed at the same time. I thought I knew her limits. Had I been wrong or had she just not cared enough to wait for permission?

Well, Aurora would probably tell me with her behavior. She was really bad at hiding what she was feeling, so if I observed her, I'd have my answer.

She stayed hunched on the seat, lowering her butt as far as she could, getting her breathing under control. "Mistress, a slave, really couldn't help it," she said eventually, in a small voice.

I believed her. That was good, because I couldn't have stood for that particular type of misbehavior. I swatted her bum playfully. "I demand obedience, but I'm in a forgiving mood. Come on, sit in your seat properly."

"May a slave put on the shorts again?"

"Later."

"Mistress is so mean!"

"You were supposed to learn a lesson and didn't," I said with a chuckle. "Anyway, you'll be able to get dressed soon, we're almost to the studio."

In two or three minutes, I pulled into the parking lot of a smallish two-story tan brick building. I told Aurora to get decent. Then she followed me and we used the side entrance, over which a sign saying "Kerry's Paint" hung.

There was a wooden counter with a motel-style bell and a couple of doors behind it. No attendant was in sight. I hit the bell and we waited a few seconds. A short, stout lady with colored magenta hair and plenty of piercings came through the door on the left. "Hello, have you got an appointment?" she asked with a Boston accent.

I answered, "Yes, I'm commissioning a work of art."

"Good," the young woman said. She looked at a scheduling book for a moment. "All right, come this way." She lifted a panel and proceeded through the door on the right. I followed her, and Aurora was only a step behind.

The room we entered was kind of a long narrow bay with a very high ceiling. "Helene, your 1400 is here!" the girl who had greeted us called. At the far end of the room, a tall woman with short black hair looked over a balcony.

"Good, thanks, Tina," the woman said. "Hang on." She disappeared from view for a second, then emerged on a partially hidden staircase. "Are you here for a painting?" she asked us. Tina left us with Helene; we heard the door close behind us.

"We are," I answered. "I'm Hei Sook and this is Aurora. Please don't talk to her."

"Oh, she's deaf?" Helene said while she shook my hand.

"Not at all," I said while Helene shook hands with Aurora. "She's just my slave, so I make all decisions."

"I see," she said, looking at us only a bit askance. "I take it she'll be getting painted, then?"

"Yes," I answered.

Aurora had been looking at the photos on the walls. Now she looked at us. She didn't say anything, as I'd instructed her. Her expression was serene; she obviously liked the pictures of the bodypainted women around the studio.

"All right, let's get upstairs. This will take about an hour--maybe two, if the design is complex."

"The design won't be complex," I told the artist. "I just want you to paint the same halter and shorts she's wearing, but with gold instead of black. And a 'raccoon' mask, you know?"

"Yes, I get it. That will be an easy job--I might be done in under an hour."

By now we'd gotten to Helene's upstairs studio. "Strip, baby, everything but your sandals," I said.

My gorgeous brunette companion did as she was told. Helene has done plenty of painting in her career, but even she was taken aback for a moment by Aurora's sheer beauty. She is a professional, though; she quickly got to work, applying color to my slut with a deft touch. She had the painted top done in about fifteen minutes. The shorts took her longer though. "I'm not sure how thorough you want me to be here," she said. "Usually, my clients wear disposable g-strings."

"Very thorough," I said. "Slut, spread your cheeks for our artist so she can do the best job possible."

Helene was a little embarrassed herself while she finished her work. I had to wipe moisture from Aurora's vulva only twice. That was proof that she wasn't as shy now as she had been just a week ago.

"Well, what do you think?" Helene asked, applying the final touch to Aurora's painted costume.

"Good," I said. "Take a look in the mirror; see if you like it," I said to my companion.

"It's very nice, Mistress," she said after twisting and turning, checking her reflection completely.

"I'll be taking pictures now?" the artist said to me.

I smiled. "Of course. You did a great job."

For the next few minutes, Helene revolved around Aurora, directing her through various posing and snapping photos. She turned to me when she was satisfied. I wasn't. "We need a few more," I said calmly. "This is remarkable; we need to be able to remember just how well you did. So I think Aurora ought to spread her cheeks again, and you get some normal and low POV pictures of her backside."

"Okay," Helene said slowly, obviously thinking I was a pervert. She did as directed, whatever her feelings on the subject.

We weren't done, though. Once Helene had shot some pictures of Aurora's ass, I spoke up again. "Now, crouch. Okay, feet together, spread your knees. Wider! Now, hold your lips open so Helene can record that you're wearing nothing but paint."

Both women gaped at me. Aurora turned red but followed my orders. Helene said, "This--I don't do porn! I'm an artist."

"This is art," I said. "If you don't want to take the photographs, I will. It looks to me like you want to."

"I don't," she protested, but she was lying.

"Then I'll do it," I said.

"No, I'm the artist. I'll do it."

So we got some pictures of Aurora wearing paint and displaying her shiny pink insides--very good stuff! When Helene had gotten the last few close-ups, she addressed me. "Is this it, then?"

"Yes, thank you," I said. To my bitch, I said, "We've got to go now. I've picked up your clothes, so don't worry about that. Come on, we're leaving."

"I'm naked!" Aurora blurted. "I mean--Mistress, a slave--"

"--You look like you're wearing clothes. That's good enough."

"My paint is not supposed look that much like clothing," Helene warned. "Anyone can see she's nude!"

"Maybe, but it's my call. Thank you for everything. Come on, slut."

Helene shook her head but said nothing.

The parking lot was deserted, and Aurora made a break for the car. "Where are you going?" I asked.

"To Mistress's house, right?"

"Wrong. Some of the paint will probably rub off when you sit, and we have more use to get out of it before that happens. I'm just going to toss your clothes on the back seat and then we're going to walk to a noodle shop not far from here to get some dinner."

"Don't make me do this, please," she said, her voice weak with astonishment.

I winked at her and put her shorts and top in the car, then locked it. I started walking away. "Mistress, please, a slave can't!" Aurora pleaded. She stood next to the car, unmoving.

"You're wasting time," I said.

She hesitated. I held out my hand. Trust me, I said with my eyes. She took my hand and let herself be led away from the car and onto the sidewalk.

We weren't in the city proper, and it was close to dusk. Not many people were out and about. It was exhilarating--I had only tried this one other time. It must have been a hundred times more exciting for Aurora. Most people didn't notice, but it was great to see the reactions people had when they noticed my naked plaything. They tended to be fascinated and embarrassed. A few of them surreptitiously followed us for a while--taking pictures with camera phones when they were brave enough. Some people avoided us, hurrying away as soon as they noticed Aurora's state of undress. No one confronted us. There were a couple of whistles. My comely companion couldn't make eye contact with anyone, yet she had a spring in her step after she dealt with her initial fright.

We got to the converted street car that was now a walk-up Chinese and Japanese noodle restaurant. There were five or six customers on stools at the counter. I walked up to the take-out window on the side of the shop and made an order for ramen and yakisoba.

I knew (and Aurora didn't) that this neighborhood was mostly friendly hippies. In the couple of minutes it took to get our food, Aurora attracted half a dozen admirers, two of whom didn't mind watching her obviously. There were a few disappointed people when our order came up. The owner (a friend of mine) muttered to me, "This is good for business, Hei Sook, but even for you, it's kind of crazy! Watch out for fuzz."

"No problems, Brian--and the mask is a precaution against people recognizing her," I said. "Thanks for your great food."

Aurora bolted for the car again when we reached the parking lot. I unlocked it and told her to wait until I had her seat covered. The instant I had a beach towel spread over her seat, she jumped in and curled into a ball, pulling her knees tight to her chest.

"No need for those dramatics," I said smoothly as I got into the car.

"'Dramatics?' Mistress is so fucking...twisted--"

"--Now, now," I said. "Save that kind of language for when we're with friends."

She uncoiled herself. She leaned very close to me while I started the car. "May a slave kiss her mistress?" she whispered, lust dripping from her mouth.

"Soon."

It was actually dark when we reached my house. I took the food and told my cute slave to bring her clothes and join me in the kitchen. Once she was inside, I led her to the sink. I washed the paint off her chest and told her to put on a bra and then we'd eat. I put a towel on her chair while she was gone. She came back in a flash, wearing the blue PVC corset that made her torso look even more amazing than usual. She had apparently not given up her effort to seduce me, and I admit I was tempted to eat her instead of the late supper we'd brought.

"I'll play for you after this; if you want to record me doing it, this will be your chance," I said.

"Mistress..."

"Let's be Aurora and Hei Sook."

"Hei Sook, you are too much! Evil genius doesn't even describe you!"

"I try," I said.

She looked at me seriously. "I have to have you. When am I going to get to make love to you?"

"Let's see. You failed to call me 'Mistress' at least twice and you came without permission."

"Forget that. I just want to give you the best sex of your life. You know you want it."

"More self-discipline, that's what you need."

"How will that help?"

I grinned. "If nothing else, it'll make you better at bargaining."

She appeared to grow pensive after I said that. I could tell that she was learning a great deal about herself and about intimate relationships; she was starting to examine her own behavior and feelings.

The rest of the night passed pretty uneventfully. I serenaded her, we bathed, we did some of our separate work. When we went to my bed to get some rest, she didn't try to put any moves on me, but her goodnight kiss was full of passion. I loved her even more, and I knew she felt more love for me too.

It's unlikely part 8 will be written; I'm dealing with strange circumstances right now. Please email if you would like more of the story. If you don't let me know you're interested, I can't assign priorities, so let me know if you want more.