Justine and Nicole by Laura Davis, F/F Bnd ============================== My husband and I went to the Cape last summer for a month. We're both teachers and since both of our families have money there's no need for us to work during the summer. I teach junior high math, or used to, and Jeff teaches Spanish and Latin at the high school level. We celebrated our fourth anniversary and my twenty-seventh birthday by going to dinner at a nice restaurant in Provincetown. My name is Justine and I'm a tall, brown-eyed blonde with a strong, athletic figure and long beautiful legs. Jeff and I hadn't been getting along well and we hoped a month of sun and sex would straighten things out between us. By the end of our first week there had been lots of sun but very little sex. But as we left for dinner that night I had high hopes. I was wearing a black silk t-shirt dress and strappy sandals with a 2" heel. I had a nice tan so I didn't bother with stockings. Or a bra. Or panties. My dress was so short that I had to be very careful when I was sitting down. We had a very nice dinner and did a lot of talking without resolving anything. We finished a bottle of wine with dinner, then skipped desert. We walked down Commercial Street, window shopping, then stopped in for a drink at a bar near the wharf. The crowd was a mixture of tourists and locals. There were a number of female couples and Jeff shook his head in disgust. I remember thinking that he had to be the only guy in North America that isn't turned on by the girl-on-girl scene. I didn't find out why until the following day. We ordered drinks and I was still nursing my first when Jeff ordered another. I recognized the symptoms. He was determined to get drunk and nothing I said would make a difference. He continued to drink heavily and before long he was totally out of it. I paid the tab and was struggling to get him out of there when a slender young woman with short black hair came and helped me with him. With her help, I got him to our car and dumped him in the back seat. The woman's name was Nicole and she was a cute tomboy with big brown eyes and smooth olive skin. We shook hands after she introduced herself. I told her my name and accepted her offer of a drink. "But you have to let me buy. After all, if you hadn't helped me I'd still be trying to get Jeff back to the car." She smiled and nodded. "Okay, thanks." As we walked back to the bar her hand brushed mine and then she was holding it. I glanced at her and she smiled and gave my hand a little squeeze. With my heels I was as tall as her so she had to be about 5' 11" to my 5' 9". She was slender and nicely built, wearing leather pants that fit like a second skin, a t-shirt, and a leather vest. I was surprised when we bypassed the bar we'd been in and continued on for another block, to a smaller bar where the only customers were women. We found a table in the back and ordered a round of drinks. The jukebox was playing and after our drinks arrived she asked me to dance. I slipped my sandals off and followed her out onto the dance floor. We danced a few fast numbers and I was surprised at much I was enjoying myself. Nicole was a good dancer and I noticed that her gaze frequently dropped to my chest. My full, firm (35c) breasts bounced unrestrained as we danced. A little voice reminded me that I was heterosexual and married to boot. I suppressed it, telling myself I was just having a little fun. It wasn't my fault that Jeff drank himself into a stupor. When a slow dance came on I started to turn away but Nicole took me into her arms and I automatically rested my head against her shoulder. She ran one hand up and down my back and chuckled, "Wow, no bra, no panties. Very daring!" Her hands came to rest on my butt and I blushed as she stroked me gently. After a few moments I felt her pulling my dress up, exposing me, moving her hands down onto my bare ass. I lifted my head and whispered, "Please, stop. Don't....." My voice trailed off as her eyes met mine. "Do you really want me to stop? Do you have the nerve to ask?" I'm normally the aggressor in all of my relationships, personal and professional. But, with Nicole, my normal self-confidence deserted me. I dropped my eyes from hers and shook my head. I whispered, "No." She chuckled. "Good answer. Be a good girl and I won't have to take you out and warm your butt for you. Understand?" I nodded and whispered, "Yes." I put my head down on her shoulder, blushing, as she lifted my dress again and opened fondled my bare buttocks. I have a nice firm butt and she certainly seemed to enjoy stroking it. When the dance ended she took my hand and led me back to the table. We sat and finished our drinks and then led me out the back door and down a flight of steps to the beach. I slipped my sandals off and carried them in my right hand as we walked along the beach, headed east, away from the wharf. After a couple of minutes she stopped and said, "Give me your dress." When I hesitated she stepped forward and slapped me. It wasn't a hard slap but it stung. I dropped my sandals and reached back to unzip my dress. I let it slid down from my shoulders and then I caught it and eased it off, placing it in Nicole's outstretched hand. There was no moon but there was enough light from the nearby buildings to give her a good look at my body. She smiled and nodded. "Very nice!" She held her hand out. "Give me your sandals." I picked them up and handed them to her. She draped my dress over her left shoulder and carried my sandals in her left hand. We resumed our walk, holding hands. After a couple of minutes she asked, "How do you like being nude in front of another woman, a virtual stranger?" I thought about it for a moment. "It's strange and a little embarrassing." I paused for a moment. "It's also exciting." She grinned. "Are you wet?" I hesitated, then nodded. "Yes." She stopped walking. "Show me." I glanced out at the light at the end of the seawall as I slipped my hand down between my legs and inserted my middle finger into my vagina. I held it up so she could see the result - my finger was wet, soaked with my juices. She leaned and touched the tip of her tongue against my finger. "Umm. You taste good. Lick it clean." I stared right into her eyes as I licked my finger clean. "How do you like the taste of your own cunt?" I dropped my eyes, blushing, and whispered, "I like it. I like it a lot." She dropped my sandals and stepped close, cupping my tits, teasing my nipples with her thumbs. I closed my eyes and moaned as they sprang erect, hard little points that sent shivers of delight through me as she tweaked them. After a moment she pinched them gently, then a little harder, pulling away and down while I moaned with pleasure. Pain mixed with pleasure as she pinched a little harder. I whimpered and whispered, "Please ....." She kissed me, forcing her tongue deep into my mouth for a moment. "Please what?" I took a deep, shuddering breath. "Please hurt me. Please. Hurt me. Hurt me." She obliged, pinching my nipples as hard as she could while twisting them. I cried in pain but I didn't try to get away. She released my nipples and I sank to my knees, resting my head against her right thigh. She ruffled my hair. "Would you like me to whip you?" I turned my face up and whispered, "No, I wouldn't like it but do want to be whipped." She nodded. "Let's go." She turned and walked away, angling across the beach toward the back of a small apartment building. The apartment she'd rented for the week was on the lower level with a door that opened onto the beach. She took me inside and whipped me with a leather strap while I hung by my wrists from a hook set in a heavy beam, my wrists secured with leather cuffs. She turned her stereo on to muffle my cries. There were at least two other stereos blaring from upstairs so nobody heard me scream. She whipped my back, buttocks and thighs. Then she moved around in front of me and whipped my thighs. I screamed and begged for mercy when she brought the strap down across my belly. She ignored me. I hated the pain but a part of me enjoyed knowing that I was helpless. She gave me three across my belly and finished up with another three across my tits. I hung there sobbing, while she removed her clothes. When she let me down the cuffs remained and she fastened them behind my back. Then she made me get down on my knees and told me to go down on her. When I refused she forced two fingers into my mouth and asked me if I wanted to take a punishment dildo in my ass. I shook my head frantically. "No? Good. Then beg me to let you eat pussy." She took her fingers out of my mouth. I bent and kissed her knees. "Please, Nicole, let me eat you. Please!" She spread her beautiful legs and nodded. I moved closer and bent to lick and kiss her inner thighs. She had no pubic hair at all and her vulva was enticingly visible. I inhaled the strong, musky scent of an aroused woman for the first time and it excited me. I ran the tip of my tongue along her furrow and enjoyed the moan of pleasure that resulted. I tried again. She put her hands on either side of my head and pulled my mouth against her wet, eager cunt. "Eat me, bitch or I'll take the skin off your bottom with a bull whip." Her taste was different from my own. More tangy, slightly salty, but every enjoyable. I applied myself to my task, concentrating because I had no idea what would please her. I had little experience. I hadn't experienced cunnilingus more than five or six times in my life. Jeff hated doing it. He loved putting his cock in my mouth but he didn't want to reciprocate. Despite my lack of experience I was able to bring her to orgasm before my tongue go too tired. After she came I rested my head on her thigh and waited for her breathing to return to normal. When it did, I looked up at her and said, "I should be getting back to Jeff. If he wakes up it will be hard to explain my absence." She cupped my chin and smiled. "Fuck Jeff. You're mine now. Understand? We'll write a note for him and put it under the windshield wiper." I stared at her in silence, terror mixing with excitement. After a moment I nodded and said, "Yes. I understand." She slapped me, a hard backhand that split my lip. "You need to learn some manners. You will address me as Nicole or Mistress. Never Nicki. Understand slave?" I licked my lip, tasting my blood. "Yes mistress. I understand." She leaned and kissed me, tasting my blood. "That's better. You're such a pretty slut. I'm going to enjoy breaking you to slavery. Now let's write that note." She removed the cuffs and I wrote Jeff a short note. I told him I was through with him, tired of his crap, turned off by his piggish manner. I told him to contact a lawyer and I'd do the same. I said I'd contact him by the end of August. Nicole let me put my dress on but she slit it up to the waist on both sides and down to the waist in front. The dress was ruined for normal use but the result was very sexy and entirely suitable for a slave. We walked down to the wharf and found that Jeff was just beginning to strip. We put the note under the windshield wiper on the driver's side. I unlocked the car, threw my keys on the mat, and closed the door. We walked away and I didn't look back. My old life was over. We spent the next day, Saturday, out at the nude beach near Race Point. Nicole keep me well-oiled with SPF 30 suntan oil. That night we went out for a drink. I was wearing a pair of her jogging shorts and a sports bra. As we passed an apartment occupied by a couple of gay leathermen I heard a familiar voice. We crept up to a window and looked in. Jeff was there, naked, getting fucked in the ass by one guy while another used his mouth. I was stunned. Nicole pulled me away and said, "Well, now you know. You've both found a new life." We had a drink and made plans. We'd be leaving for Boston on the first ferry on Sunday morning. I told her I'd have to resign from my job and look for one in Boston. She shook her head. "No need for you to work. My father has more money than God and as long as I stay away from California he gives me an obscenely large allowance. You'll be a kept woman." She made some phone calls. One was to a beauty salon to make an appointment for me to have my hair cut and styled and have a full bikini wax. "Later, you can have laser treatments to remove it permanently. Like I did." The next morning we took the first ferry to Boston. I was wearing one of her t-shirts and a pair of her jogging shorts. Both were a little big for me but they fit well enough. I was barefoot because her shoes were too large for me. As we waited to board she gave me a last chance to change my mind. I might have if I hadn't seen Jeff taking cock in his ass and mouth. Finally, I shook my head and said, "No, mistress, I'm not going to change my mind." So, at the age of 27, I became the sexual slave of a 23 year old grad student. We sat and talked until the ferry reached Boston. Nicole didn't act overly possessive but when a guy tried hitting on me she put her hand on my thigh and gave him a look that sent him on his way, muttering about fuckin' lesbos. Nicole shook her head and smiled. "Can't blame him. You are a pretty slut." I leaned against her, my head on her shoulder. "I'm your slut." She chuckled and squeezed my thigh gently. She hadn't lied about her father. She was driving a new Lexus SUV and living in a nice house in Cambridge, both provided by her father. As we pulled into the garage she glanced at me and said, "First rule - no clothes when your in the house. Unless you've been told to dress." I was pulling the t-shirt off before she finished speaking. There were other rules. I had to run with her every morning, a five-mile circuit that took us across the river and back. I had to work out with her at least three times a week. At home, when she entered a room I had to drop to my knees and wait for permission to rise. If I entered a room she was in the same rule applied. Didn't matter who was present. At home rules were stricter than out-in-public rules. I was responsible for all of the cooking, cleaning and shopping. I took care of the bills and the errands. In return I got room and board and liberal amounts of pain and mind-blowing sex. She paid for medical insurance and contributed to an IRA - $2,000 a month. Legally, I was her housekeeper and was paid a generous salary and banked every cent. I was allowed to keep a short robe in the closet by the front door in case somebody came by while Nicole was out. It was terrycloth in winter, silk the rest of the year. Within a few weeks I was used to being nude and hated to get dressed to run errands. I began the laser treatments that gradually removed all of my pubic hair. Permanently. In mid September she took me back to Provincetown and had me pierced - nipples, navel, labia, clit hood and clit. My nipples and navel received delicate gold rings. My labia received stainless steel rings, two on each side. The ring though my clit hood was also stainless steel but slightly smaller. And my clit received a stainless steel stud through the base. It keeps me sexually aroused most of the time. It can be maddening if Nicole's busy and doesn't have time to fuck me. I still crave cock occasionally, a craving that Nicole can't wholly satisfy with a dildo. One day, when I was whining about my need for cock, she took me down to a bar frequented by leathermen. The owner is a tall, handsome African-American named Paul. His nickname is Big Daddy because he has a huge cock. The first time I saw it I was so scared I wet myself. I was on my knees, naked, when he eased it out of his pants and I lost control of my bladder. Paul and Nicole have been friends for years. He agreed to use me as a favor to her. His cock is a good 13" long and as thick as my wrist. It barely fit in my mouth and it hurt the first time he fucked me. I started to cry when Nicole said, "Fuck her in the ass, Paul." I dropped to my knees and begged her not to make me take it in my ass. "No, mistress. Please! He'll split me wide open! Please, no!" She smiled and said, "Get up on the table and grease yourself with that Vaseline. Or would you rather take it dry?" I hopped up on the table and crouched there, sobbing, while I greased my anus. Then I leaned over the table and stared straight into Nicole's eyes while Paul sodomized me. He took it slow, easing his cock into my ass gently until his balls bounced against my ass. It felt like I was being split in half by a big, soft wedge. He began to ream my asshole with long, smooth strokes. After a while my tears stopped and my whimpers of pain turned to moans of pleasure. I turned and looked back over my shoulder. I caught his eye and said, "Fuck me hard. Rape my asshole." He obliged. I reached back between my legs and played with my clit while he reamed me. I timed it just right, reaching orgasm a moment after he shot his load deep in my rectum. When he was done he left us alone in the back room. Nicole slapped me and told me I was a dirty little cock-loving whore. She told me she was going to sell me to Paul for a dollar. "Then you can have all the cock you want you dirty little slut!" I got down on my belly and licked her feet with I begged her to forgive me. She took me home and supervised while I took a long hot shower. She made me scrub with a laundry brush and brown soap. It had nothing to do with Paul's ancestry. It was all about taking cock. She washed out my mouth with brown soap and gave me an enema. Repeated both twice. I felt like a little girl being punished for using foul language. When she was satisfied that I'd washed away all traces of cock contamination she suspended me by my ankles and shoved a large vibrator into my ass. Then she whipped me until I was hoarse from screaming. Too hoarse to beg for mercy. I spent that night on my knees in the cellar, tied securely to a metal pole. I was tied so tight about all I could do was blink and cry. I had a big dildo in my cunt, another in my ass, and a third in my mouth. It was the worst night of my entire life! That was the last time I ever asked for cock. Nicole takes me to Paul once or twice a year for a dose of cock. The aftermath is never pleasant but it's never been as bad as that first time. We've settled into a routine. Nicole goes to school and I stay home and take care of her. I enjoy pampering her, seeing the her every need. As long as she fucks me regularly and gives me the pain and humiliation I crave I'll be content. She's in her second year of a three year program so things won't change much in the near term. Over the Christmas break we flew down to the islands and spent two weeks in the sun. I spent virtually the entire time nude, covered with SPF 40 suntan oil. A european school girl, a cute redhead with a cute little tits, was fascinated with me. She was on vacation with her mother but mom was more interested in shopping than she was in spending time on the beach. Nicole was amused and readily agreed to let the little bitch "borrow" me. Nicole came
along to make sure she didn't hurt me. I mean she did hurt me with a paddle but Nicole made sure she didn't get too enthusiastic. The redhead, whose name was Ariel, used a leather-covered paddle on me, turning my ass red without leaving welts. She paddled me until I was sobbing then she put me down on my back and straddled me in the classic sixty-nine. The little bitch was a virtuoso with her tongue and soon had me begging her to let me come. When she pushed her tight little cunt against my mouth I didn't hesitate. She tasted nice and I enjoyed eating her. I even spread her tight little buttocks and licked her anus. It was a tight little rosebud and Ariel squealed with pleasure as I licked it, something I had refused to do for Nicole in the recent past. She let me get away with not doing her but she didn't let me get away with doing Ariel in front of her. The paddling I got from Ariel was nothing compared to what I got from Nicole when we got back to our bungalow. She was in a towering rage by the time she locked the door behind us. I ran and hid in the bathroom. She came in and dragged me out into the bedroom and tied me to the bed. Spreadeagled on my back with two pillows under my butt. Then she shoved a big dildo into my mouth to muffle my screams. She used a narrow strap to whip me on my tits, on my belly, and between my legs. At one point she stopped and took the dildo out of my mouth. "What do you want Justine?" Sobbing, I blubbered, "I want to lick your asshole, mistress. Please!" She pushed the dildo back into my mouth. "Later, cunt. Much later." The whipping continued until her arm was tired. Then it resumed. When she finally stopped I'd learned my lesson. When I asked permission to get a glass of water she hissed, "Go drink out of the toilet like the dirty little animal you are." I lapped water out of the toilet and then got my mouth washed out with soap. Then I licked her asshole while she sighed and moaned in pleasure. It's January now. Yesterday she took me out to western Massachusetts and made me run nude in the freezing cold, wearing nothing but socks and Reeboks. I ran for a mile on a country road while she followed in the Lexus. She's been talking about breath control. The end .....