Almost Chance | bondage story | mistress, lips, tongue, leather

As the train rolled through the countryside, Jen realised that one of the advantages of being unemployed was that you didn't have to travel at the same time as everyone else. Sure, there were all the drawbacks - her rapidly expanding overdraft being the most prominent of those - but for now she could enjoy the fact that the train was almost empty, feeling like a private carriage taking her where she wanted to go. She didn't have to worry about finding a seat or being crammed in with commuters and instead had a whole row to herself. Indeed, except for the couple of people at the other end of the carriage, she was alone, and she was making the most of it. She was petite, so didn't normally take up much space as it was, but now she could spread out on the row of seats, resting her legs out on them as though it were one big couch.

The countryside they were passing through was pretty, but it got boring after a while and she lost herself in her book instead, barely noticing that the train had stopped at a small station and then pulled away again. Jen was only aware of it when she saw that someone else had boarded and sat down on a seat near her. She glanced up from her book, wondering why this person had decided to sit so close to her, when so many other seats were free, hoping it wasn't some guy who was going to try and chat her up. She relaxed inwardly when she saw it was another woman then tensed again, but in a different way, when she saw how attractive the new passenger was.

Jen had always regarded herself as bisexual, but it had been a while since she'd made love with another woman. Indeed, breaking that long empty streak had been part of the reason for this trip up to see Kelly. The two of them had always been friends more than they'd been lovers, even when they were sharing a flat during their final year at University, but they'd both enjoyed scratching the other's itch and providing sexual release when there were no boyfriends around to do it. They'd not seen each other for almost a year since their graduation and Jen had eagerly accepted her Kelly's invitation to come and visit her at the different college where she was studying for a Masters degree, a chance to pretend she was a student again for a few days rather than an unemployed graduate. Neither of them had said it in so many words - they never did - but they'd both lamented their mutual lack of sex lives on the phone when planning Jen's visit and she was sure that this would be rectified for both of them.

Although Jen had been with many more men than women as lovers, she had always preferred female bodies to male ones and the woman sitting opposite her possessed what was easily one of the most beautiful bodies she'd ever seen. Partly because the thought of getting together with Kelly again soon was prominent in her mind, Jen found herself continually looking at the woman, stealing glances up from her book every few moments. The woman was busy looking through papers and talking on a mobile phone to someone, her accent refined and aristocratic, but not disarmingly so.

Her hair caught Jen's attention first - long and a deep shade of red, curling ever so slightly as it flowed over her shoulders. She was in either her late 20s or early 30s, Jen thought, but however old she was she clearly looked after her body and was proud to show it off with its mixture of slim elegance and rounded curves in all the right places. She had a beautifully long, almond-shaped face with high cheekbones rising up from full red lips, her skin just pale enough to offset and accentuate the red of her hair. Her clothes fitted her so well they looked as though they had been made for her and her alone - a perfectly fitting white silk blouse that hugged her stomach and then moved out smoothly to show off her full round breasts and tight leather trousers that seemed to move with her like a tight second skin around long slim legs that tapered down to stiletto boots made of a matching material. Jen was amazed that a woman as beautiful as this was even travelling by train - she looked like the sort of person made to travel everywhere by chauffeured limousine and private jet.

They stopped at another small station. The people at the far end of the carriage got off, leaving the two of them alone as no one else got on board. As the train pulled out of the station and slowly picked up speed again, the woman finished her conversation and put the phone back in her elegant handbag, along with the papers she'd been consulting. Jen turned back to her book.

'Did you like what you saw?' Jen looked up. The woman was staring straight at her, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth, a glint in her grey eyes.

'What do you mean?' Jen asked her, feeling herself blush, embarrassed at being caught out when she thought she'd been subtle. She was expecting the woman to stand up and angrily walk off to the other end of the carriage, but instead she just sat there, her eyes burning into Jen.

'I said, did you like what you saw? You've spent the last half hour looking me up and down, haven't you? Did you think I hadn't noticed?'

'I'm sorry. I -'

'Sorry? Why? Do you think I don't like being looked at by girls? If I didn't like it, I'd have got up and moved.'

Jen was dumbfounded by this and couldn't think of anything to say. She could feel herself blushing furiously under the woman's gaze and part of her wished for the seat to open up and swallow her. Another part of her was intrigued, unsure just what the woman had been implying.

'You are a quiet one, aren't you? What's your name?'

'Jen.'

'Well Jen, as you've had such a good look at me, I think it's only fair that I get a look at you, don't you think? Stand up.'

Jen wanted to protest and refuse, but something in the woman's tone compelled her to obey. She stood carefully, wobbling a little with the movement of the train and the shakiness of her legs and took a couple of steps so she was standing in front of the woman. Jen knew she wasn't dressed anywhere near as glamourously as her, but she was glad she'd made a bit of an effort with her appearance, wanting to let Kelly know she was looking for sex when she arrived. The woman stretched out a hand and placed it on Jen's hip, causing her to gasp involuntarily as she softly moved it up her side lifting her short skirt slightly then letting her fingers slide over the soft wool of her tight sweater. Jen could feel her breathing becoming faster, more ragged as the woman's hand moved towards her breast then was quickly taken away.

'Very nice indeed, my dear Jen. I think I'd like to see more and I think you won't mind showing me more, will you? Sit down and remove your shoes.'

Part of Jen's mind was screaming at her, asking her what she thought she was doing, but she ignored it, feeling intoxicated by this mysterious woman's presence, knowing that to stop, to refuse, would mean she'd leave her and she'd never know any more of her, probably never see her again. Jen knew that she wanted to be with this woman more than anyone else she'd ever met before and would do anything for that. She sat on the seat directly opposite the woman and slid off her shoes.

'Good. Now, you look warm enough, so I think you can remove your tights as well, can't you?' She was still looking directly at Jen, impassive and almost daring her to refuse. Jen reached up under her skirt and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her tights, sliding them down over her smooth legs. As she exposed them, she was aware of how imperfect they seemed compared to the leather-clad ones opposite her. As she slid them off her feet the woman held out her hand, and Jen gave them to her, watching her smile as she put them in her bag. That done, she leant forward and ran her hands down Jen's bare legs, letting the tips of her fingers run along them. Jen watched, seeing the perfect blood red ovals of her nails flow over her skin, a feeling like millions of tiny electric shocks bursting underneath them.

'And finally, for now, your underwear.' She looked up questioningly at Jen, her hands still gently resting just below her knees, as if she wondered whether she'd take this final step. Jen breathed deeply and acted quickly before her courage could dissipate. She put her hands back under her skirt and quickly removed the small pair of lacy panties she was wearing. As she slid them down, the woman sat back in her chair watching intently, then taking the panties from Jen and softly sniffing them before placing them in her bag with the tights. Jen had never been out like this before, naked beneath a skirt she wished were longer, feeling the gentle breeze that moved through the carriage brush against her dampness.

'Now, do you taste as good as you smell, dear Jen?' She said, and moved forward again, sliding on her seat till she was perched on the end, her legs interlaced with Jen's rubbing the tight leather against her bare skin. She placed her right hand on the inner thigh of Jen's right leg and slowly moved it up. Jen could feel her legs parting almost involuntarily as the woman's hand moved towards her wet slit. Their faces were close, so close Jen could feel the softness of the woman's breath on her cheek, see her flawless smooth skin so close, her eyes still staring deep into her, almost completely unblinking, the soft scent of her perfume filling her nostrils. Jen tried to keep her breathing under control as she felt the woman's hand move further up her thigh until it nestled between her legs.

Jen let out a soft contented moan as she felt a solitary finger rub against the soft lips of her pussy, moving slowly up and down and then sliding easily inside her. It moved slightly inside her before the woman slowly pulled it out and carefully removed her hand from under her skirt. Jen kept absolutely still as she watched the woman raise her hand up between their faces. The woman parted her lips and then slowly sucked on her finger, smiling as she tasted Jen's juices in her mouth. After she'd sucked it all off her finger she removed it, licking her lips as she moved back to her seat.

'Very nice. Very nice indeed. Now tell me, dear Jen, how far you're planning on travelling on this train today.'

'To the end of the line. I'm visiting a ... friend.'

'Really? Well, I'm getting off at the next station, so you have a choice to make, my dear.'

'A choice?'

'Yes. You have to decide if you want to stay on this train, carry on to see your 'friend' and leave me with just the souvenirs you've given me, or you can delay seeing your friend for a day and come with me when I get off.' She glanced at her watch. 'You have a couple of minutes before we get there to decide, and I want you to remain silent while you think over your options. I shall get off and leave when we get there, and you must decide whether to follow me or not.'

As she finished speaking, Jen felt the train beginning to slow down as her mind raced through the two choices. Carry on to see Kelly and explain why she was without tights or underwear and how she turned down this beautiful woman for her, or abandon her friend for this unique chance? She knew there wasn't really a choice, and that it had effectively been made as soon as the option was given to her.

The train pulled into another quiet station. Jen watched the woman stand up and walk to the doors, not even glancing at her as she passed through them and stepped onto the platform. Quickly, Jen picked up her bag and followed her, the cool air outside bringing goose pimples to her bare legs and exciting her naked pussy.

Aside from the woman, there was no one else on the station. The train pulled away leaving the two of them on the platform. As it left the woman turned round and smiled as she saw Jen standing there.

'Good. Now we can really begin. Follow me.'

Part 2 (FF, FDom)

The car sped through the quiet country roads. It was a black Audi, still shiningly new but the woman drove it as though she'd been part of it for her whole life, effortlessly taking it at speed through the twisty corners, gripping the corners like a professional racing driver. They'd driven like this ever since they'd left the railway station, the woman's car waiting for her in the car park there.

Fast driving like this usually scared Jen, ever since a teenaged boyfriend had nearly killed them both when his showing off had almost resulted in a collision with a lorry, but now she felt totally safe sitting in the passenger seat with her hands folded demurely in her lap. Everything about this woman made her feel different to how she had before she'd got on that train, and this was no exception. She looked over at her occasionally and saw how her focus on the road mirrored the total focus she had shown towards Jen on the train, her concentration seeming to bend the road to her will as it had claimed Jen.

'You should call your friend now and tell her you've been delayed.' The woman said, not taking her eyes off the road.

'What should I tell her?' Jen replied, taking her mobile phone out of her bag. She wondered what Kelly's reaction would be to being told that she'd met a beautiful stranger who'd captivated and seduced her on the train and was now taking her back to her place, wherever that may be.

'Tell her you've been delayed, but don't tell her why, and let her know you'll be there tomorrow. That's all she needs to know.'

She made the call and got Kelly's voicemail, her phone obviously turned off. She was glad about that, not sure if she'd have been able to explain it to Kelly in person. unsure of how she'd have answered the inevitable questions. Now, that could wait until tomorrow. She kept her voice as steady as possible when leaving a message. 'Hi Kelly, it's me. Look, I'm really sorry but something's come up and I can't make it up today but I'll be there tomorrow, I promise, OK? See you then.'

'Good.' The woman said. 'Now turn off the phone and put it in the glove compartment. You won't need it for now.' Jen did as she was told, ignoring the part of her mind that tried to protest, and sat back in her demure position. She looked over at the woman next to her and watched her lick her lips slowly as she concentrated on driving.

'I need to taste you again, dear Jen. Wet two fingers for me, please.'

She didn't need to be asked twice. The woman had turned the air conditioning on high when they got in the car and the cool breeze had been playing between her legs, teasing her, reminding her of how open she was underneath her skirt. Jen pulled up her skirt with her right hand, and slowly ran two fingers over her exposed lips, feeling them slide across, sending notes of welcome pleasure through her body as the palm of her hand brushed against her clit. Gently, she pushed the tips of her fingers against her lips, feeling them give way easily, her moistness easily lubricating their way inside her. She felt a growing desire to come within her as she penetrate herself, the fingers slipping easily into her, but she resisted the temptation to bring herself off there and then, knowing that was not what had been asked of her, feeling that she should do exactly what had been requested of her by this gorgeous woman beside her.

She could feel the wetness all over her fingers as she slid them out of her. As she moved her hand away, a thin trail of her juices fell onto her exposed thigh creating another pleasurable sensation for her as they quickly dried and cooled in the fresh conditioned air. Carefully, she moved her hand towards the woman, not wanting to disturb her concentration on the road. As she got closer to her lips, she opened her mouth slowly, her tongue coming out in a slow lapping motion, beckoning her in. Jen closed her eyes as she felt the touch of that tongue on her finger tips, slowly tracing around her nails, sliding all around them, gently coaxing the fingers into her mouth until she'd taken them fully in, her tongue hard against them, moving them around her mouth, almost sucking on them.

Jen could smell the musk of her arousal filling the car, mixing with the woman's sweet perfume to create an intoxicating mix in the cool air. She sighed as the woman finished licking at her fingers, gently pushing them out of her mouth and letting Jen return her hand to her lap. Jen opened her eyes and looked over at the woman as she smiled and licked her lips. Looking down at her fingers, she saw a faint trace of red around the base of them from the woman's rich lipstick marking her like a ring around them. They drove on in silence, the woman concentrating on the road, Jen not wanting to say anything that would break the sultry, sexual mood that filled the car.

'Here we are.' The woman said, as they turned another corner onto a short track through some trees. They emerged from the small copse in front of a large house, something between an old farmhouse and country retreat that looked several hundred years old. There was a modern garage attached to one side of it and the car headed towards there, the door opening automatically as they approached and closing silently behind them as the woman parked.

'Now, before we go in, these are the rules. There are only three, but I expect them to be obeyed at all times. First, once you cross through that doorway there into the house itself, you become totally mine until tomorrow and will obey any orders I give you. You are to do nothing unless I expicitly command you to do it. Second, for you I have only one name and that is 'Mistress'. You shall refer to me as that and that only while you are in my house. Thirdly, you are to remove all your remaining clothes before entering the house to signify that you are my possession. The only clothes you will wear in there will be ones I give you. Do you understand?'

Jen swallowed hard, trying to conquer her nerves, not wanting her voice to waver. 'Yes, Mistress.'

'Good girl.' She smiled again, her face lighting up with delight. 'Now, I am going to go into the house. I want you to remain here and think over those rules before following me. Remember that once you enter I will have your total obedience. If you feel you cannot give me that, remain seated here for half an hour and I will return you to the train station. But, if you choose to come in and give yourself to me freely, I promise to introduce you to a world of pleasure that you have never dreamed existed before. Think carefully, and I will await you inside.'

With that, she swiftly moved out of the car and walked into the house. Jen watched her as she disappeared through the doorway and felt an urge to run after her, stripping off her clothes as she went, to give herself to Mistress as soon as possible. She resisted it, knowing that this was a test she had been set, a last chance to stop this if she wanted to or a chance to show she fully understood what she was letting herself in for.

Mistress. She ran the word through her head, thinking of all its implications. She had heard of people like that, people who took their pleasure from dominating others who submitted to them. Submissive. That was her, what Mistress wanted of her, what she wanted her to be, someone who gave herself to another willingly, someone who put themselves in the hands of a Mistress for greater pleasure. She'd always thought that people like that only existed in fantasy, not in the real world, not in the world she lived in and especially not her. But now she realised that Mistress had merely awoken and discovered a tendency that had been in her always - the helpless girl who always let her lovers, both male and female, take the lead, who had taken the most pleasure from giving up control, from being taken. She just hadn't known the experience could be as pure as this, this total surrender to another. From that moment on the train when Mistress had commanded her to stand up through to now she'd been in a new world of submission, of giving up all pretence of control of the situation, and it had made her feel better than ever before.

She closed her eyes, breathed deeply and centred herself, preparing to take that final step, letting go of her last few fears and worries and letting herself feel on a level beyond mere knowledge that she could do this, could place her trust, her obedience, her life in the hands of Mistress. As she opened her eyes she felt a new sensation of peace and serenity wash over her, knowing that although chance had placed her here, it was fate that had shown her that this was her true path.

Jen stepped out of the car and undressed swiftly, removing her sweater, bra, and skirt, folding them neatly, then placing them on the car seat, laying her shoes on top. She looked down at them as she walked away from the car, her feet slapping on the cold stone floor, as though she was saying goodbye to an old life, then looked towards the doorway and walked into her new life.

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Almost Chance by NB Part 3 (FF, FDom)

Jen felt something change within her as she crossed through the doorway and entered Mistress' house. In part, it was just butterflies in her stomach, anticipation building quickly within her as she knew that all the mysterious promise Mistress offered was now within her grasp, but it was also more than that, an amplified version of the same feeling she'd had leaving her clothes in the car, that feeling that she was shedding an old skin, an old life, and becoming someone new. She knew that if just a couple of hours ago someone had told her that she'd be walking naked into another woman's house she'd have laughed, but now it seemed like the most natural thing to do.

The house was clearly very old but had been well maintained. She walked into a large, spacious, high-ceilinged room, ancient beams supporting the walls around them, smooth warm wood on the floor. The room was sparsely decorated - a few framed stylised pictures of nude women on plain white walls, two large sash windows, an empty fireplace, a couple of leather couches but nothing else. Two closed doors in the far walls obviously led on to the rest of the house.

Mistress stood in the centre of the room, casually, her hands behind her back as she watched Jen walk towards her. Jen stopped a few paces away from her, waiting for her to say something, give her some command, but she just stood there silently, coolly looking Jen up and down, examining her nude body. Suddenly, Jen realised what was expected of her and crouched down, falling to her knees on the floor, lowering her head folding her hands in her lap as though she was in prayer. Mistress remained silent, but then Jen heard the click of her heels on the floor as she walked towards her and then around her in a wide circle before stopping in front of her. With her head lowered, Jen could still see Mistress' leather boots, shining slightly in the sun that drifted in through the winters, flickering through the leaves of the trees that surrounded the house.

'Excellent, dear Jen, excellent.' She could almost hear the smile in Mistress' voice, the soft purring tones of her voice. 'Now, sit up straight and look at me.'

Jen had been aware before that Mistress was taller than her, but this was a revelation to her as she craned her neck back to look up at the beautiful face staring down at her. Even as she looked she felt as though she were shrinking in her presence, so completely dominant did she appear. She held her hands in front of her now, what looked like a small black leather belt between them.

'While you are with me, I will give you many gifts, but this collar is the first, and all others lead from it. By entering my house, you have already given yourself to me, but this is to serve as a reminder that while you wear it, you are my possession. Take it and put it on, but understand that only I can take it off you.'

She held it out to Jen, who raised her hands to receive it. It was almost two inches wide, with a buckle like a belt, but far too short to fit around anyone's waist. Jen carefully lifted it to her throat and then wrapped it around her neck, careful to avoid trapping any of her dark curly hair between it and her skin as she slid the strap through the buckle and fixed it tightly.

'Is it comfortable, sweet Jen?'

'Yes, Mistress, very comfortable.'

'Good. Now roll your head around to be sure it doesn't chafe you badly, or restrict your breathing.' Jen did as she was commanded, feeling the leather pinch slightly, but not uncomfortably, already bending and moulding to her shape. 'Is it good?'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'Good, now stand up and let me examine my new slave properly.'

Slave. As Mistress said that word, Jen realised that was what she had become in just a short space of time. A willing slave, someone who gave themselves to another completely, totally devoted to their owner's wishes. It was as though she had become an entirely new person - the old Jen would have recoiled from the very concept, but the new Jen revelled in it, feeling pleasure at just being described in that way. She stood up carefully, not wanting to lose her balance and end up embarrassing herself by sprawling on the floor before Mistress, eventually standing straight with her arms hanging by her sides.

Mistress moved close to her as she stood, moving her body so it pressed lightly against Jen's, letting Jen feel the soft warmth of leather against her legs, the cool silk of Mistress' blouse brushing against her chest. She placed her hands under Jen's chin, slowly raising her face to look at her, then moving her slender fingers over her cheeks, running them through her hair, her face so close to Jen's they were almost touching, her soft sweet breath playing over Jen's lips. Jen knew she wanted to kiss those beautiful full lips, taste her Mistress' mouth on hers. Her whole mind seemed focused on doing that, but she resisted, remembering that she had could only follow Mistress' orders, and she had not been told to kiss her. Then, suddenly, Mistress moved back, her hands moving down over Jen's shoulders to her small round breasts, cupping them gently from beneath, her thumbs just below her nipples. She smiled, her mouth opening slightly to reveal perfect white teeth behind the bright red lips.

'You wished to kiss me then, didn't you my dear?'

'Yes, Mistress.' Jen blushed, slightly ashamed at being so obvious in her desire.

'But you resisted and that's good. You knew I hadn't told you to, so you denied your desire as a good slave should. Well done, sweet Jen, you are showing me that I made a good choice in taking you.' As she talked her thumbs moved upwards slightly so they rested on the tips of Jen's nipples, moving slightly, making them harden with arousal. 'When you are with me, you will feel many urges to take your pleasure now, give in to your desires, but I want you to learn to resist them. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Mistress, I think so.'

'Until now, I'm sure that you've just seen sex as a way to get your gratification as quickly as possible, whoever you're with, whether you're making love or just fucking. I offer you more than that, a true discovery of the world of your sensuality, a chance to find pleasures you never knew existed.' Her thumbs were moving even more now, the tips of her fingers stroking the underside of Jen's breasts. Her words filled Jen's soul, the softness of her voice echoing deep within her mind. 'You have given over control of your desires to me, my dear Jen, and in the time we have together, I will show you how to resist them, how you can earn your greatest pleasures. You want to make love to me, don't you Jen, explore my body, taste me, explore me, make me writhe in pleasure, don't you?'

'Yes Mistress, oh yes.' Just the thought of it was filling her with desire, adding extra textures to the waves of pleasure moving through her body from her aroused breasts.

'Well, that is a pleasure you must earn. You are well on the way so far, but you must show me you are worthy of sharing my bed, even as a slave.' She moved closer to Jen again, her hands sliding off her breasts and down across her stomach until they rested on her hips. Then Mistress slowly crouched down, her hands smoothly moving down the outside of Jen's bare thighs, knees, calves until they circled her ankles.

'Move your legs apart for me, my dear.' Jen obeyed, carefully moving one foot across the wooden floor, feeling the air move steadily between her legs, cooling the warmth between them slightly. Mistress moved her hands to the inside of her legs now, her fingers tracing slow circles as she rose, gradually standing up, moving her feet slightly until she was behind Jen, her hands now resting flat on the front of her thighs, slowly pulling herself close up against Jen's back, letting Jen feel the smoothness of silk against it, her rear pressed against the leather. Mistress moved her hands together, her thumbs and fingers forming a heart around Jen's pussy, nestled in the soft hair but just short of touching her intimately.

Jen could feel both of their hearts beating, hers going hard and fast, Mistress' slow and steady as she held them together, her breathing steady as she rested her head on Jen's shoulder, her legs bent at the knees as she leant into her. For what seemed like an eternity to Jen, they remained like that, the room silent, only the faint sounds of the countryside outside disturbing the room. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Jen felt Mistress' thumbs move, moving through the soft down of her public hair until they were both hovering just above her clit. At the same time, she moved her first fingers up towards them, moving them in until they were resting on the wet lips of her pussy. Mistress moved her hip against Jen, grinding against her and pushing her sensitive areas onto Mistress' fingers which began to rub her, her thumbs making tiny circles on and round her clit, her fingers rubbing up against her lips. Jen could feel herself getting wetter as Mistress did this to her, keeping the same rhythmic movements of her body against hers, Jen doing her best to keep the control of herself that Mistress had demanded, her body filling with sensation as the pleasure from her clit met with the residual waves from her aroused breasts.

She bit her lip, closing her eyes as another wave of joy washed through her and subsided. She realised that Mistress' had been right and that each time she resisted the siren song of the pleasure within her, those calls to give way to the pleasure and surrender to the release of orgasm, she felt better and better, the level of pleasure throughout her body already higher than anything she had every experienced before, her nerves tingling throughout her body, not just in her aroused areas. She felt Mistress slow down the rhythm of her grinding, her fingers and thumbs slowly relenting from the pressure they'd been exerting on her until it finally ceased and they were still and silent again. She could feel their heartbeats again - hers going almost uncontrollably, Mistress' still slow and steady against her back.

'Well done, my sweet.' Mistress murmured into her ear. 'You are already learning quickly and well. Now take your reward.' She raised her hands up from between Jen's legs and presented her with one of the fingers that had been rubbing her pussy. Jen could see that it was glistening slickly with her juices and took it into her mouth eagerly, seeing Mistress take the other finger into her own mouth. Jen sucked hungrily on Mistress' finger, wrapping her tongue around it as it slid deep into her mouth. She'd never tasted herself so purely before, occasionally getting a sense of her own taste from a lover's lips, but now she eagerly accepted her own scent in her mouth, knowing that it belonged to her Mistress.

When she had taken all the flavour from the finger, Mistress slid it out of Jen's mouth and adjusted her position slightly, her left arm reaching around Jen's body to grasp her right breast firmly, her right moving down her back, fingertips tracing her spine all the way down until it reached the soft globes of her rear. She massaged cheek and breast simultaneously for a short while, before moving her hand between the cheeks, tracing up and down the crack with the tip of one of her nails. Jen gasped in shock as she felt this, then again and louder as Mistress caught her right nipple between two nails, holding it just tightly enough for Jen to sense a tiny amount of pain. It only served to heighten the feelings of the pleasure within her.

Mistress stroked her between her cheeks a few times, then paused as she reached the tight hole there. She circled it with her nail then placed her fingertip on it, pushing at it enough for Jen to feel the pressure, but not enough to penetrate inside her.

'Tell me something, dear Jen.' Her mouth was right by Jen's ear and even though her voice was low, it seemed to fill her entire mind again. 'Has anyone gone further than this?' She pushed with her finger again, enough that Jen could feel her hole starting to spread open beneath the pressure.

'No, no, Mistress. No one.'

'Are you sure, my sweet? Most girls resist a lot harder the first time. You wouldn't lie to me, would you? That would upset me, and then you'd have to be punished.'

'I'm sure Mistress. I feel safe with you, Mistress, ready to do whatever you want me to.'

'Mmm.' It was a drawn out noise, almost like a cat purring in her ear, a vibration felt between both of their bodies. 'That's what I like to hear.' She removed her finger, releasing her grip on Jen's nipple at the same time. For a moment, Jen was briefly free of her grip but then came an entirely new sensation as Mistress slapped her on her bare cheek. She heard it as she felt it, a loud slap disturbing the silence of the room as she felt the flesh around her rear sting. The shock made her gasp and cry out a little. As she recovered, Mistress walked round to stand in front of her again.

'That was to let you know that not all of your sensations will be pleasurable while you are with me. But then, as you'll discover, the line between pain and pleasure is thin, even at the best of times.' She smiled again, a mixture of warmth and warning showing on her face. 'As you do what I expect, you will move towards your ultimate reward, but you will make mistakes along the way. These will be punished, in order to ensure you don't repeat that mistake again. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Mistress.' Jen thought she understood what she meant. Already the stinging sensation had disappeared from her cheek to be replaced by a healing warmth that mixed with the pleasure elsewhere in her body.

'Good. Now follow me and we'll proceed to the next stage of your journey.' She turned quickly and headed for one of the doors, opening it and heading through. Walking carefully, the muscles in her legs slightly shaky after what had just transpired, Jen followed, wondering what would come next.

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Almost Chance Part 4 (FF, FDom, bd) by NB

The room through the doorway was smaller and darker than the one Jen had just left. The walls were painted a deep blue with the thick carpet under her feet a similar shade and a single window letting in dappled light from the rear of the house. In the centre of the room there was a bed in a wrought iron frame, the mattress covered with blue sheets only and what looked like ribbons hanging from the frame. From looking round the room, she could see that this was not Mistress' own bed - the room was almost bare, except for a few small shelves with candles on them. Mistress stood on the other side of the room, the bed between her and Jen.

'Come, my dear.' She spoke, her voice warm and inviting. 'Lie down here.' She patted the bed with her hand. Jen obeyed the instruction and climbed onto the bed, noting as she touched it that the sheet covering it was silk, warm to the touch. She lay on her back, arms loosely at her side, legs straight, looking up towards Mistress standing over her.

'Good. Now, my dear, it is time for you to learn of the pleasures of restraint. As this will be the first time this has been done to you, it may be uncomfortable at times because your body is not used to it but the minor discomfort should only serve to heighten your pleasure when you become accustomed to it. It is the role of a slave to accept whatever discomfort her Mistress deems her worthy of, of course, but I am still learning about the limits your body can take. If you reach a point when your body becomes too painful or you are about to incur irreparable damage then you are to say the word 'strawberry' and I will stop and untie you immediately. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Mistress, I understand.'

'Good. Now, hold out your arms for me.' Jen stretched out her arms until she was in a cruciform position. Mistress grabbed her right wrist as it came to close to her and took one of the ribbons from the bed, tying it round Jen's wrist firmly then affixing it to the frame of the bed. As she walked around the bed to do the same to the other, Jen could feel the smooth material rubbing against her wrist, some mix of silk and satin, fixed tight enough to prevent her hands from slipping out but loose enough to not damage her. As Mistress tied her other wrist to the other corner of the bed, Jen could feel the muscles of her shoulder and upper body being stretched and strained slightly, her breasts perking as the muscles pulled upwards.

She could see Mistress walking down to the bottom of the bed, wrapping the silk straps around her ankles and then fixing her legs in an open position, finally leaving Jen in an 'X' on the bed, stretched out but with just enough slack in the straps to move slightly and relieve the strain on her body when it was needed. She could see Mistress standing at the end of the bed, leaning on the iron frame as she looked over her, smiling wickedly.

'Mmm. You look delectable, my sweet Jen. But a few more things first.' She moved away from the bed and walked over to the left of the room. Jen turned her head and could just see her on the periphery of her vision, reaching up to one of the shelves and taking a box of long matches. Her eyes tracked Mistress around the room as best they could from that position, watching her light a series of candles, before she disappeared behind the bed. Jen heard a dragging noise as the room suddenly went darker and surmised that Mistress had drawn the curtains, the room now only lit by the flickering light of the candles.

The sound of Mistress' heels was muffled by the carpet, and Jen was surprised when she saw her head appear directly above hers, upside down as she leant over the head of the bed, her hair, coloured all sorts of shades by the flickering candle light, falling around her face, casting it in shadow.

Her voice came out of that shadowed space, as commanding and irresistible as before. 'One last thing. Raise your head for me.'

Jen pulled on the straps around her wrists to take the strain from her back as she raised her head up from the softness of the bed. As she did, she saw Mistress' hands move swiftly towards her, something between them... and then, nothing as what felt like thick velvet covered her eyes, a blindfold swiftly fitted tightly, blocking out all the light.

'Now lay your had back down slowly.' Jen did as Mistress' voice commanded, sensing that she was moving around the room as she spoke, but unable to pinpoint where. 'Now, I must leave you alone for a few brief moments, but do not fear, for I shall return.' Jen heard one of the doors open and close quickly, and then she was alone.

For a moment, Jen wondered if Mistress had tricked her, merely opening and closing the door while remaining in the room. She tried to remain still, breathing only softly, her heart slowly returning to its normal rate after its exertions in the other room. She tried to listen for sounds of Mistress moving round the room, or merely standing still and breathing, but she couldn't tell. As she lay there trying to sense Mistress, she felt something else, something like an absence, a hollow in the centre of her self. She thought about what she was feeling and realised that Mistress had left her alone, that her body, her soul was telling her that she was alone, however temporarily. She shuddered as she realised what it meant, how close she was already becoming to Mistress, what she had become to Jen in this short time. Already, she had grown used to the collar around her neck, accepted it's grip on her throat, the feel of the bonds around her wrists and ankles already felt natural to her.

She breathed deeply, trying to calm herself again, hoping that she could breathe in what trace of Mistress' sweet scent was left in the room. Instead, she breathed in a new aroma, the heady, sensual smell from the candles as it filled the room. She could recognise some scents from candles she had burned herself, but others were new to her, mixing richly into an aroma that was just enough to distract her senses, just heady enough to relax her and make her happy to wait, knowing that Mistress wouldn't abandon her. She relaxed, thinking of the path that had brought her here, and wondering what delights Mistress would show her next.

She didn't move or speak as heard the door reopen, then close again swiftly afterwards, wanting to show Mistress how calm she was, how accepting she was of her new presence. She could feel that hole within her close as she heard Mistress walk around the room, her senses heightened by the blindfold, able to smell traces of Mistress' scent amidst the aroma of the candles. The mattress to the left of her sank downwards as Mistress moved onto it and Jen was able to hear her shallow breathing as she slid close to her.

The first touch was a hand on her stomach, Mistress' hand laid flat on it then moving around, her fingers tracing the lines of Jen's muscles, making little patterns on her skin, then another hand added there, moving wider over her chest, along her sides and her arms, feeling the tension in her sinews, caressing her softly and warmly. Then, a softness on her belly as Mistress' hair moved across it, Jen vividly seeing the pattern of auburn curls on her pale skin in her mind's eye. Involuntarily she squirmed as Mistress' lips touched her navel, as soft and wet as she had imagined them being, but also cold, the brief chill unexpected to her warm body. Mistress' lips moved up her body, her hands now stroking the sides of Jen's breasts, kissing the little hollow between them before placing them on her left nipple.

Jen could feel her nipple hardening against the cold touch of Mistress' lips, her body starting to pull against her bonds as her pleasure increased. Then she felt Mistress' mouth open, sucking her nipple into her mouth and the cold touch became more intense as her nipple touched the shard of ice in Mistress' mouth. She gasped at the shock of the cold, her body reacting to the strange new feeling as Mistress' cold tongue flicked against the engorged nub, alternating contact with the ice. All her senses seemed to be concentrated on that one tiny point of her body and she could feel the patterns on Mistress' tongue as it rubbed against her, sense the crystals of the ice melting as they came into contact with her body. Soon, all the ice had melted away and she felt Mistress draw away from her and climb off the bed. Jen felt herself about to plead for more but stopped herself, knowing this would displease Mistress.

Then, the mattress to the right of her sank down and she realised Mistress was about to repeat her actions on the other side. It came again, the soft caress of her hands, the smooth touch of her hair, the cold kisses on her chest and then her right nipple became the centre of her pleasure, as Mistress' icy kiss landed upon it. She remembered what Mistress had told her earlier and focused on her pleasure, trying to control herself and not seek the release that was so close. Her legs pulled at their bonds as she tried to pull them together, feeling the wetness building in her slit, hoping would Mistress would soon pay her attention there.

As the ice melted, she felt Mistress move away again and this time the mattress between her legs sank away from her and she realised that Mistress was kneeling there, feeling the warm leather of her trousers rub against her legs. Again, she saw it in her mind's eye, her pale body stretched out on the dark silk, flickering shadows playing across it while a vision of beauty kneeled between her legs, the leather on her legs flowing in the light like a second skin, colours playing in her hair.

Her thoughts was disrupted by a new sensation from her legs, a point of cold on the top of each of her thighs each a mirror image of the location of the other. She could sense them moving in parallel, Mistress using them to trace patterns on her legs. As each melted, they left a thin trail of water behind, leaving the pattern cool on her leg as it slowly dissipated into her skin. She tried to concentrate on the patterns to see what Mistress was tracing, but her mind was confused, distracted by the mirrored sensations coming from each leg, slowly moving higher. She could sense the shards melting against the warmth of her body, the tips of Mistress' fingers coming closer to her skin, occasionally brushing against her, the spots of rare warmth adding to the crazy sensations moving through her. Then, as the shards became shorter, Mistress quickly traced them up over her chest, quickly circling her still erect nipples, along the cords of her neck and to her lips. Jen opened her mouth eagerly and felt Mistress slowly dangle one of the shards between her lips, gripping it between two fingers as it rubbed on her tongue. Jen let Mistress slide her fingers along her tongue, sucking on them and the ice, feeling it melt as she warmed the cool flesh of Mistress' fingers with her tongue.

As one shard melted on her tongue, Mistress traced the other under Jen's chin, the cool water mixing with the beads of sweat that had begun to form, it's movement paralleling the up and down slide of Mistress' fingers within her mouth. Swiftly, she swapped one set of fingers for the others, her warm fingers now stroking the side of Jen's neck. Despite the effect of the ice, Jen could feel her body on fire, her hips moving up and down in rhythm with Mistress' stroking, feeling the warmth of her body so close to her, but denied the contact she craved.

As the last of the ice in her mouth melted, Mistress withdrew her fingers from Jen's mouth. Jen felt the mattress beneath her head sink as Mistress' hands moved there, her weight shifting forward. Again, she felt the soft caress of Mistress' long hair on her body, first on her stomach with additional delight as a few strands moved, gossamer-light, across her clit. Then, it moved up her body, brushing over her breasts, teasing her aroused nipples, around her neck until she felt it nestling around her face. She could sense it enclosing their faces together, just faint light from the candles breaking through the shadow, Mistress moving her face so close to hers it felt like there were only a few atoms of space between them. Then she felt it, soft breath on her lips, so close they were sharing the same breath, Mistress' lips held just above her. Jen felt her heart beating hard and heavy, the blood running through her veins so warm, her whole body seeming to anticipate contact with Mistress' lips. She remained poised like that for what seemed like an eternity, the sense of her breath driving Jen wild inside, so tempted to move her head just that fraction upwards that would reward her with that first taste of Mistress' lips, but she knew she had to keep control and wait.

Soon, just when Jen thought she could take no more and was about to surrender to her desire, Mistress moved slightly, letting her lips brush against Jen's just so slightly. Then, they moved back, brushing against her once more before finally claiming her, Mistress moving her head down firmly against Jen's, their lips meeting forcefully, Mistress' tongue pushing eagerly against them, Jen willingly opening up and letting her inside. As Mistress kissed her slowly and passionately, it was as though a switch had been flicked within Jen, fire running through her nerves, every nerve ending tingling with sensation as if her whole body was part of her lips. She felt a wave of pleasure within her unlike anything she had felt before, coming to a peak far beyond anything else she had ever known and she was powerless to prevent it. Mistress' kiss continued as she came, her tongue exploring Jen's mouth, their lips eagerly rubbing against each other. It was as though Mistress' lips were the source of all pleasure, filling Jen up with delight. Wave after wave broke within her, her body twitching and straining, pulling at her bonds, the restraint she encountered acting like a mirror, reflecting her pleasure back at her, redoubled and more intense.

Mistress broke the kiss, pushing herself up and away from Jen, but she was already lost in her orgasm and barely noticed the movement of the mattress as Mistress climbed off. Jen felt like her body was exploding from within, gone far away into this new world of joy.

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Almost Chance Part 5 (FF, FDom, BDSM, wax) by NB

For a moment, as she slowly recovered and returned to normality, Jen wasn't sure of where she was. As though she was waking from a confusing dream, she slowly became aware of her body and it took her a moment to realise that she was spread-eagled on a bed, her immobility caused because of her limbs being tied and bound, the darkness caused by the blindfold wrapped around her head. Then, just when she was beginning to wonder if she had plunged from a blissful dream into a nightmare, the events of the last few hours flooded back into her mind and she remembered exactly where she was - naked, collared, blindfolded and bound before Mistress. She had never known that a simple kiss could deliver such passion, but she knew the kiss had been merely the key that had opened the floodgates, releasing everything that had gathered within her during the previous hours of anticipation.

Her body was still in its post-orgasmic flush, her nerves and muscles still twitching, her heart and breathing equally ragged. She took stock of her senses, her sight still blinded by the soft velvet on her eyes, feeling the warmth in her muscles, the sweetness of Mistress' lips still faintly in her mouth, the heady aroma of the room now mixed with the scent of her arousal, silent except for the sound of her heavy breathing as her body sucked in air.

Had Mistress left her on her own in the room again? It was possible, she knew, for in the intense pleasure she had just experienced she had almost shut out the world beyond her body and she would never have heard the door opening and closing as Mistress left. Jen remembered the feeling she'd had before when Mistress left her, that hollow feeling inside at being out of Mistress' presence. Looking deep inside herself, she didn't feel that sensation and relaxed in the knowledge Mistress was still with her, waiting to see what would come next.

When the voice came, it was from behind her. Mistress' voice, so soft and yet commanding. 'Are you back with me now, sweet Jen?'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'Good. For a moment there, I thought you were about to be lost forever in your pleasure. It was an intoxicating sight, but there is so much more for you yet to experience. Now, do you wish me to remove your blindfold?'

Jen was desperate to see Mistress again, to look on the person who had given her such delight, but she remembered the nature of her submission, her surrender to Mistress' will. 'If you wish it, Mistress, I do.'

'Oh, you learn so well and so quickly, my dear Jen. Yes, I do wish it. Raise your head.'

Jen lifted her head carefully, feeling the blood rush through her head as she moved it, her neck muscles straining slightly. She felt Mistress' fingers move swiftly through her hair, untying the blindfold and carefully moving it away from Jen's eyes. She opened them carefully, but the light in the room was still that of the candles, their flickering casting a warm glow around the room that was sweet to her senses after the darkness of the blindfold. Slowly, she lowered her head back to the silk sheets beneath it, looking up at Mistress as she gazed down upon her.

'I wish I had a mirror in this room, directly above the bed so you could look at yourself and see what I see now. I wonder if you can imagine how you look now, dear Jen. Close your eyes for me Jen. See yourself as I see you. See what you are becoming.'

Mistress' words were hypnotic to her. Jen felt her eyes closing, taking her back into the darkness. She summoned the image of the room she had created before, imagined a mirror above her reflecting her image back to her. She saw a woman who looked like her but she did not recognise, an image more wanton, more full of desire, more open to pleasure, than she had ever thought she could be. The petite woman in the mirror was her, but a way she'd never imagined herself, not just that she was tied down to the bed, but her pale skin flush pink with exertion, her curly hair slick with sweat, the collar proudly round her neck looking like part of her, her sex proudly on display and eager for attention. She knew she was changed forever and even when she left Mistress - though the time of being apart from her seemed so far into the future now that it was only theoretical - she would never be the same again.

'I can tell you like what you see, dear Jen. You should be proud of yourself for you have come so far, so fast. Now, open your eyes.' Jen obeyed and saw Mistress had moved round to be beside her. She sat down to Jen's right and began to stroke her arms softly. They were silent for a minute, Jen looking in adoration at Mistress as the candlelight flickered over her, all he shades of her hair coming to the fore as she had imagined. Her touch was smooth and tender, making Jen feel safe and loved. 'Tell me, my sweet, are you still comfortable in your bonds? Do you wish to be released from them?'

'Only if you wish to release me, Mistress, I feel fine.' That was the truth. Jen knew her muscles should be aching from the strain they had been under, but they still felt warm and comfortable.

'Good. I didn't want to release you yet, not while you still look so fabulous. I just needed to be sure you hadn't damaged you and prevented you from fully experiencing what I have to offer you.' She continued caressing Jen's arm, using both hands now, softly massaging the tender flesh, slowly working down from the wrist to her shoulder. Her touch was gentle yet insistent, leaving Jen's muscles feeling relaxed as they moved on. Her hands caressed along the top of her shoulders, around her neck, stroking all over, leaving Jen's skin tingling. She moved her body closer to Jen's, moving round so she was kneeling fully on the bed beside her, then straddling across her, Jen feeling the warmth of Mistress' leather across her stomach. She massaged her other arm now, leaning forward across Jen so her breasts pushed forward, letting Jen see an outline of white lace beneath the silk blouse. Slowly, Mistress moved up until she reached Jen's wrist then trailed her hands back down her arm until they were resting on the top of Jen's breasts where they began their small curve up from her chest.

Mistress began to massage Jen's breasts expertly, her fingers playing with the soft flesh, rubbing and teasing it before tracing tiny circles round her nipples with the tips of her nails. They were still flushed from her earlier arousal and responded quickly to Mistress's touch, filling with blood and swelling around her touch. Mistress saw them swell and caught the nubs between her nails, bringing a gasp from Jen as she pinched them with the sharp edges, letting her writhe for a brief moment, then releasing them.

Jen watched Mistress' face as she teased and tormented her breasts. Even if she combined the best parts of all her previous lovers, she was sure it wouldn't look as beautiful as the woman who was continuing to drive her wild. Her fingers seemed to know exactly where the most sensitive parts of her breasts were and found them unerringly, placing exactly the right kind of touch on them to send more pleasure through Jen with every moment. Her hands roamed all over Jen's chest, stroking the taut muscles, administering soft, sweet massages of pure luxury.

Mistress moved slightly, twisting herself around a little so only one hand lay on Jen's chest, balancing herself while the other went behind her back, moving straight between Jen's legs. She let out a moan of sheer delight as a finger easily slipped past her slick lips, moving inside her then withdrawing. She watched as Mistress raised it to her lips and licked it. 'I think you're ready now, my dear. Do you want to taste yourself?'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'Good.' She repeated the movement again drawing another moan from Jen as she was penetrated once more then taking the finger to Jen's mouth, letting her suck on it and taste her sweet juices one more time. Jen delighted in the beautiful flavour, knowing that Mistress' would taste even sweeter when she finally got the chance. 'We need just one more thing. Close your eyes, my sweet.'

Jen closed her eyes and felt Mistress move away from her and off the bed. She licked her lips as she awaited her return, mixing her sweet taste with the remaining touch of Mistress' lipstick, letting the two flavours merge in her mouth. She was expecting Mistress to leave the room again and was surprised when she felt the mattress to the left of her move slowly as Mistress inched along the sheets to rejoin her. One hand rested on her belly, stroking her navel then moving softly downwards to her bush, then carrying on until it was fully over her pussy, Mistress' palm barely touching her, her fingers poised on her lips.

'Now, open your eyes.'

Jen looked, and saw that Mistress was kneeling beside and over her, her left arm stretching down between her legs, her right high in the air holding a large black candle over her, its flame burning high, illuminating Mistress' face and hair beautifully.

'You have experienced the ice, my dear, now it is time for the fire.' As she said that, she tilted the candle slightly, letting small droplets of wax fall towards Jen. At the same moment her fingers pushed at Jen's lips, two of them sliding easily and deeply inside her. Jen cried out as the two sensations hit her simultaneously, the pleasure of the penetration mixing intimately with the sudden heat of the wax falling between her breasts. She couldn't tell which was which, both sensations so different and yet so alike, her mind unable to understand what her body was feeling. Mistress began to move her fingers inside her, shifting her hand so her thumb lay on Jen's clit. As she began to rub it softly, tracing circles around and on it she dropped more wax onto Jen's bare skin. Jen could feel the sudden warmth as it landed on her, but she realised that it didn't hurt and she could feel a rush from her skin there, moving swiftly round the rest of her body, meeting with the slow pleasure that emanated from Mistress' hand. The two feelings coalesced within her, bringing on an entirely new sensation as pleasure joined with pain.

She was moaning now, a loud, almost primal, sound coming from deep within her. She felt Mistress' hand withdraw from her slightly, then push back into her, three fingers now pushing deep inside her, each moving separately, caressing her tender flesh. As they entered a droplet of wax fell onto one of her nipples, the sensation intense on the already stimulated flesh there, quickly matched by wax falling on the other one as well. Her body reached a whole new state, a level beyond that she had discovered in Mistress' kiss, a bewildering array of impulses moving through her, the spots of heat mixing with the insistent pleasure from her clit then combining with the waves of joy from the fingers inside her. She was losing herself again, her mind unable to cope, wanting to let go, but trying to hold on, desperately trying to keep control as her body twitched and spasmed in delight, pulling and kicking frantically at her bonds. Then, Mistress drew her hand out again, but rubbed even harder at Jen's swollen clit to compensate before pushing four fingers into her at the same moment as pouring a stream of wax across the tender flesh of her breasts.

She could take no more, the moan in her throat turning into a full blown cry of pleasure, a scream of orgasmic release as her body surrendered to joy. Her clit felt like it was exploding, her pussy spasmed around Mistress' fingers, gripping them tight, almost trying to suck them deeper into her, her breasts on fire with pain and pleasure. All that merged into one overarching feeling, one sensation that filled her entire body, rushing through her blood, along her nerves, across her entire skin, everything on fire at the same time, her eyes closed as it overcame her but still seeing Mistress there, all around her, everywhere at once, in every moment, every atom of her release. Mistress was still there as she came, her fingers still moving within and upon her, still laying droplets of heat on her chest, pushing her on, pushing her deeper into the pleasure. Time stretched around Jen, and every moment of it was filled with joy.

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Almost Chance Part 6 (FF, FDom) by NB

In as much as time had any meaning for her on that plane of joy, Jen spent even longer in the throes of ecstasy than she had just a short time before. Dimly, she had been aware of Mistress withdrawing from her, her fingers sliding out of her soaked slit, her other hand taking away the candle that had dripped pain and pleasure onto her breasts, her body sliding off the bed but she was already so far lost in herself that she needed no more stimulation.

Slowly, she came back down from her high, but her body was so stimulated just a tiny movement was enough to set off another orgasm within her, fire coursing through her body. Soon though, even that subsided and she felt herself regain control of her body though now it seemed that every cell within it had a memory of, and deep craving for, the pleasure she had just experienced. She opened her eyes, looking round the room for Mistress, and saw her leaning on the bars at the bottom of the bed, smiling as she looked at Jen, casually licking her left hand, the one that had been so deep inside her, obviously appreciating her taste.

'So you have finally returned to me, my sweet. I can see that I will have to be careful with you. I fear that I may lose you to pleasure eternally if I'm not wary. Not that that would necessarily be a bad thing, of course. Now, are you ready to be released from your bonds, my dear?'

'If you wish it, Mistress.'

'Yes I do. As pleasurable as it would be to keep you bound here all night, there is one more experience you must go through before I can take you into my bed and you will need to recover yourself before that.' She reached down, her fingers quickly and expertly untying the straps that fixed Jen's legs to the bed, then moved round to the head to repeat the process with the bonds round her wrist. 'Now, I want you to take some time to become used to movement again. Stretch the muscles in your arms and legs. I must go and prepare something for you. I shan't be long, and you are to remain on this bed until I return. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'Then I shall see you soon, my sweet.' Jen watched her as she left the room. Just watching Mistress' back as she walked was an intensely erotic experience for her, the red curls falling over white silk, her legs lithe and flowing in the tight leather as she walked. After the door closed, Jen began to tentatively move her arms and legs for the first time in what felt like an eternity. She had expected them to hurt after being stretched and bound for so long, but instead they were merely loose and somewhat tired. Moving them freely again was a strange experience, only reluctantly taking control of her own body, preferring it when it had been Mistress' to command and torment as she saw fit.

She could feel the silk sheets beneath her back, cool against her skin and slick with her sweat. It was a good feeling, helping to steady the sensations that still lingered in her body, cooling the intense heat of desire she still felt within. There was another wet patch beneath her legs, but she knew that was more than merely sweat as the size of it matched the intensity the arousal she had felt only recently. She raised herself into a sitting position, arms wrapped around her legs, hugging herself as she stretched the muscles in her back. The room was still full of an intense heady aroma, the candles still flickering around the walls, their scents mixing with her aroused musk and the faint scent of Mistress' sweet perfume as though they had always meant to be combined.

Stretching her legs out straight, she moved her feet in slow circles as she looked down at her chest, noting the patterns of black wax upon it. She could see a mild pink tinge in the skin beneath it, a visual representation of the heat each droplet had sent through her. She ran her fingers over it carefully, not wanting to remove the mark of it, knowing it was a representation of Mistress on her body, but wanting to feel it, cool and soft like a carapace over her skin. It was another symbol of just how little she had known before meeting Mistress, how deprived her sensuality had been, how rooted in mundane sexuality she had been. Before today, she would have run away if anyone had suggested to her doing almost any of the things Mistress had done to her, but now she couldn't imagine living the rest of her life without them. Instinctively, her fingers moved to the leather collar around her neck, its presence there now almost unnoticed by her, so integral a part of her body now, the material already curving to fit perfectly around her neck, moving with her.

Almost as though touching the collar was a signal, the door opened and Mistress returned.

'Oh good, you are recovering well, my dear. Do you think you are capable of standing and walking?'

'I think so, Mistress.' Jen swung her legs over the side of the bed, sliding herself to the edge and testing her legs slowly as she stood herself up. They sagged slightly as she put her full weight on them but held. Mistress moved close and held out her hand. Jen took it gratefully, their fingers intertwining as she supported herself on Mistress.

'Now, follow me, sweet Jen.' Mistress led her slowly out of the room. Jen walked carefully behind her, gripping Mistress' hand tightly, drawing strength from her as they left the room.

They walked out into a large hallway, flooded with the warm light of late afternoon. It was clearly the main entrance into the house, ornate yet restrained with wooden floorboards and white walls on which various works of art were displayed. Several vases held fresh flowers alongside statues of naked, erotic figures. On the far side from them the hallway spread out into a large living room while two staircases, one up, one down, were to their right. Mistress led her past the stairs to an open door and into a bathroom, large and well-appointed. The large tub was already full of water and the light that came in through a skylight was added to by a number of candles scattered around the room. Steam rose from the tub, carrying with it a delicious aroma, full of sweet herbal scents.

'For you, my sweet girl. A chance to remove the sweat and marks of earlier and fully recharge yourself for your next experience.' She gestured towards a corner table where a tray of food - fruit, sandwiches, mineral water - had been left out. 'Now, I want you to take all the time you need to relax, eat and prepare yourself. When I leave, I will close the door behind me. When you are ready, you are to signal this to me by opening the door a crack and waiting for me to come and get you. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'There is one last matter to deal with before I leave. In a moment, I will remove your collar so you can properly wash yourself. However, before I do this, I will place a temporary marker on you to indicate that you remain mine despite the absence of your collar. When you have finished washing and drying yourself, the first thing you will do will be to replace your collar. I will remove the marker myself after I collect you. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Mistress.' She was nervous about losing her collar, but relieved to know she was still under Mistress' protection without it.

'Good. Now raise your right arm for me.' Jen raised it and saw Mistress produce a long, thin leather strap. She wound it loosely around Jen's upper arm, four circles around her bicep before tying it in place. Then, she moved behind Jen and lifted up her hair, exposing the buckle of the collar. She undid it carefully, slowly removing it, her fingers running along the exposed skin of Jen's neck as she peeled it away from her. Jen felt suddenly naked without it, almost worried until she remembered the thin strap around her arm, taking comfort from its presence against her skin. She watched Mistress lay the collar on the table with the food and ached to run there and put it back on herself.

'Now, I must go change and prepare things for your next experience. Remember not to rush yourself in here, my dear, half of all the pleasure lies in the anticipation.' She stood in front of Jen, resting her hands on Jen's hips. 'But before I go, one last kiss with you, my sweet Jen.' She pulled Jen close to her, their bodies rubbing together then leant into her, their lips touching lightly. Mistress ran her tongue over Jen's lips as her hands moved to her back, slipping up to her shoulder blades. Mistress kissed her slowly and tenderly, letting their tongues intertwine softly, their lips rubbing against each other, Jen almost melting at the intimate contact.

Finally, she broke the kiss, Jen letting herself be reluctantly pushed away as Mistress stepped back, smiling. 'I shall see you soon, my dear.' She said, and quickly went out through the door, closing it behind her with a firm click.

Jen stood there dazed for a moment, calming the passions the kiss had raised again within her. The kiss reminded her of the ecstasy Mistress had delivered with her lips before, her body craving it every second. She remembered what Mistress had said about anticipation and not rushing and resolved to hold onto herself as Mistress wished her to. Even though giving herself pleasure would be a matter of simplicity and ease in this private space, she knew that it would be betraying Mistress to give into those urges and take pleasure without her present. Jen knew that she was now owned by Mistress and had to accept what she wanted, her own urges and desires just an extension of Mistress' will.

She got into the bath, noticing that Mistress had prepared it at a perfect heat - warm enough to soothe and caress her body, but not hot enough to hurt. Its aroma filled her nostrils, the sweet herbs relaxing her and soothing her racing her mind. Even though her muscles weren't hurt from the earlier bondage, she still appreciated the sense of relief the heat gave them, relaxing them and returning them to normal.

As she lay back in the bath, she looked up at the sky through the window above her, watching the blue become gradually deeper as the afternoon became evening. She tried to work out how long she had been with Mistress, how few hours it had taken her to become a willing slave to another woman's desires. It seemed far too short a time to have changed so much, but that time before Mistress got on the train now seemed like it was years ago, decades even, some other life, some other person. She was content, happy, joyful even at discovering this new life, this new part of her experiencing in full what only that morning she would probably have thought of as depravity. She closed her eyes, feeling the water surround her, wondering what experiences Mistress had for waiting for her when she emerged from this room.