May/December Romance Ch. 04

Lori called her at the shop and was pleased when she heard Misti answer the phone. Lori explained what she wanted and that it was to be “custom work” and that she needed it by Friday. Lori went on to state that she understood that they didn’t normally do rush work of this type but was hoping that they might be able to accommodate her. After asking a few questions, and taking some notes, Misti said that she would call her seamstress and get back to Lori in a few minutes. She indicated that they might be able to work something out.

The phone range five minutes later. Misti said that she had talked to her seamstress and that they could in fact accommodate her request as long as they were able to get in for a fitting the following day. Lori was pleased with this and said that she had already made arrangements to be there at noon and asked if that was acceptable. Misti said that would be perfect and said she would be looking forward to seeing her and Lori’s new “friend.” Lori thanked her and said that she owed both her and Susan a big favor and wouldn’t forget about it. Misti giggled and said that she would make sure that she and Susan were repaid. After exchanging small talk for a few minutes they said goodbye and Lori hung up.

Karen couldn’t help but reflect on what she might have gotten herself into. Misti and Susan were aggressive bisexual women that loved nothing more than “double teaming” another woman at a swing party. Lori had observed this on more than a few occasions but had never actually been in the middle of a Misti/Susan sandwich. She had been with both women individually at parties, however, and had always enjoyed these encounters. Lori heard the clattering of dishes and smelled the odor of bacon coming from the kitchen and decided to go investigate Karen’s progress. As she did so her thoughts went back to Susan and Misti and couldn’t help but think that there were worse ways to pay back a favor then being between these two very sexy women.

Lori secretly watched Karen in the kitchen. She was a blur of activity. She was amused by the way her ass peaked out of the apron that she had found. Karen’s hard nipples and nicely rounded breasts also made an attractive dent in the front of apron. ‘Goddess help me, I am so turned on by her,’ she thought.

“Is breakfast about ready,” Lori asked, startling Karen.

“Yes Ma’am, please have a seat. How would you like your eggs.”
“Over medium please,” She replied.

Karen had prepared a feast. Bacon, biscuits, orange juice, and hash browns covered the table as well as butter and jelly for the biscuits. A plate with Lori’s eggs suddenly appeared before her. She felt her own stomach rumble as she started to load her plate as she made a mental note to spend an extra hour in the gym as payback for all that she was about to eat. Karen stood next to her, watching as she dove into the items on the table.

Lori noticed her and realized she was waiting permission to eat. She said, “Sit down and eat little one.”

“Yes Ma’am, I was just waiting to see if there was anything else I could get you.”

“No, I am fine, go ahead and eat. I don’t think I need for you to wait on me right now,” she replied, giggling.

Karen voraciously dove into her meal, her hunger obvious as she ate with gusto. Lori laughed to herself, thinking how you could always tell a woman that loved to fuck by the way she ate.

After fulfilling their need for nurioushment, Lori helped Karen clean up the kitchen and load the dishwasher. Noting the time on the wall clock, she said, “It will soon be time for you to leave. Before you go, I want to grant you one wish. What is it that you desire most to help carry you through the week before we can play again?” she asked.

“Whatever pleases you Ma’am,” she replied.

“That’s not what I asked little one, I want to know what would please you. You have earned a reward. You should take it graciously and tell me what it is that desire,” Lori said rather formally.

“Ahhhh… yes Ma’am… would you… I mean… ahhhh… would you whip me please… and then… uhhhh… use me for your pleasure like you did last night?” she said stumbling over her own tongue.

“Is that what you really want, or what you think I thin I want?” Lori asked.

“No Ma’am, it’s what I want,” she replied.

“Very well, follow me,” Lori instructed.

Lori took her to the bedroom and opened her toy drawer. She quickly had Karen equipped with ankle and wrist cuffs. She positioned her in the middle of the room and attached her wrist cuffs to a rope that she managed to loop over a hook in the ceiling that Karen had not noticed before. The long rope dangled in front of her and she couldn’t help but wonder what it was for. Working quickly Lori attached a spreader bar to her ankle cuffs, leaving her standing with her legs spread wide, her ass and pussy exposed to the cool air. Karen felt the gathering juices in her pussy as she was being quickly and effectively bound. Finally, Lori took the rope and pulled on it, causing Karen’s arms to rise towards the ceiling. She looped the rope around the spreader bar and pulled hard, causing Karen to rise up on her toes. Tying a quick knot, Karen was left exposed, her arms raised, legs spread, her weight on her toes.

Karen had never felt so helpless and exposed. A growing sense of fear built inside her. ‘What had she gotten herself into,’ she thought. The fear seemed to evolve into something else inside her, excitement and arousal. She struggled to calm herself and trust her Mistress as she knew she must. Her Mistress? She had said it, at least to herself. Even in her current state she realized she liked the sound of it. Yes, she wanted Lori as her Mistress, to serve her as her sub, her slave if she would have her.

Karen’s reverie was interrupted by a swooshing sound and the feel of the flogger on her back. Lori began to slowly and lightly cover her body with strokes of the flogger. It seemed to sensitize her skin like a caress. The strokes came harder and quicker until Karen was gasping as each stroke landed, causing her body to take on a nice pinkish hue. She welcomed the caress of the flogger, reveling in its caress as they became firmer and firmer. The strokes of the flogger created a hunger in her for more. The hunger was like something she had never felt before. As the strokes came harder, pain came with them. After overcoming her initial fear of the pain she began to welcome it, almost wallow in it. There was something comforting in it. Karen began to feel herself float even as she felt, as if from a distance, the muscles in her calves begin to cramp from bearing the weight of her body.

Karen heard herself groan, almost unconsciously as the flogger landed on her bare breasts. Her nipples felt like they were on fire as the straps of the lash landed across their turgid surface.

Lori recognized Karen beginning to fall into the embrace of subspace. ‘It’s so easy for her,’ she thought. ‘If I had been able to find it so easily, would I have ever given up being a sub,’ she wondered. In some ways Lori was almost jealous of Karen. Lori took those feeling and harnessed them to put back into her efforts with her young sub.

Through the gathering haze of subspace Karen felt something new, different. The strokes raining down on her were now different. Lori had laid down the flogger and picked up a crop. Karen was somehow able to recognize the sharp bite of the crop as Lori expertly worked it over the most sensitive parts of her body. Karen felt it land on the exposed surface of her back and belly, the inside of her thighs, around the circumference of her breasts. The fire within her grew, taking the pain and pleasure like gasoline, fueling her passion. Karen was long past the point where pain and pleasure were distinctly different. It was all the same.

Lori listened to Karen’s groans as they grew to screams, glad the house was far enough away from neighbors to cause a problem. She realized she could gag her, but she so loved to hear those cries of passion, pain, and ultimately… release. She did so love to hear those sounds from a sub, especially when she was the source of them. The control over Karen was like an aphrodisiac to her. It fueled her own inner fires and the cries were like a catalyst for those fires.

Lori played Karen like a musical instrument. She knew that she could make her cum anytime she wanted, if cum was the right word. She realized that it would be more intense than a mere orgasm, and more devastating in its intensity.

Lori decided that Karen was as far into subspace as she cared to take her. As if through a thick fog Karen heard her words, “Cum for me now little one.”

Lori directed the blows of the crop to Karen’s pussy and nipples, alternating her target so that they could not be anticipated. The flat leather tip of the crop repeatedly landed on her labia, clit, and nipples. The blows of the crop were accompanied by a wet splat as they landed on her labia. Karen’s pussy was releasing a steady stream of juice that flowed down her legs and dripped to form a pool on the carpet below.

Her Mistress’s words and the directed blows of the crop were too much for the impassioned sub. She exploded, her screams echoing off the walls. Her body trembled and shuddered as electric bolts flowed through her. It was too much for her fevered mind to take and she slumped in her bonds, her legs giving out.

Lori rushed to her sub and quickly pulled the slip not on the rope that had kept her suspended through the session. She slumped into her arms and she gently lowered her to the floor. Working quickly, she removed the rope, cuffs, and spreader bar. Kneeling next to the exhausted Karen, she waited patiently and watched as she recovered and floated back out of subspace. Karen’s body was covered in a fine sheen of perspiration and her pussy continued to drip. Her ragged breath slowly began to come back to normal. Her eyes were open but had a distant focus.

Finally, after several minutes she blinked and moved her head slightly. Her eyes focused on Lori and she smiled. “Thank you Mistress,” she gasped through a mouth parched by her recent vocal excesses.

“You’re welcome little one. Can you get up now?” Lori asked.

“I think so, maybe with a little help,” she said.

Lori helped to her feet, her legs still wobbly. ‘Rubber band’ legs she thought, amused. She helped Karen to the bed and after getting her there went for a glass of water. Holding Karen’s head up, she put the glass to her lips and helped her drink. She cautioned her to drink slowly but made sure she drank the whole glass knowing that she was slightly dehydrated from her efforts.

“Rest, just rest little one,” Lori said soothingly and lovingly. Lori had put her own needs on a back burner for the moment, realizing that the needs of her sub came first.

She felt a huge degree of tenderness for the young woman she held to her breast. She again was astonished by the intensity of her emotions. To some degree she had fought against them, unwilling to admit to herself the depth of feeling she had for this girl. Perhaps the intensity of this most recent session had allowed those feeling to break out of the bottle in which Lori had kept them. They lay like this for several minutes. Lori was caught up in her thoughts while Karen recovered and sank deeper in the tenderness of the embrace she shared with her Mistress. Karen felt so much at peace with herself, partly the result of her recent trip to subspace, partly the result of the intense orgasm, but mostly due to the love she felt for her Mistress. She suddenly realized that she was connected to someone in a way she had always sought. She had sought to be owned and cared for in a way she had never recognized. The totality of this feeling was more than she had ever anticipated. This feeling seemed to wrap her like a warm blanket.

Karen roused from reverie and said, “Ma’am, may I please you now?”

“If you feel up to it,” Lori replied.

“Yes Ma’am I would like that, if you would. How would you like me to please you?”

“Just make love to me Karen, soft and slow and tender for now, I will let you know when I want more,” she replied to her young lover.

Karen, if nothing else, was very capable of following instructions. Her mouth and fingers moved slowly and tenderly over Lori. Their lingering kisses re-stoked Lori’s fires. The kisses on her neck and ears enflamed her further. By the time Karen’s mouth reached her breasts she was an inferno. Lori fought to keep from rushing Karen. The delicate caresses were too sweet to be rushed.

When she felt Karen’s soft lips grazing across the inside of her thighs it was as if she had melted into a pool of liquid lava. Her patience long since exhausted, Lori pulled her young lover’s head to her pussy and moaned, “Make me cum.”

That was all Karen needed to hear and she attacked the older woman’s flowing pussy with pent up passion. She sucked up the juices pooled inside her chasm and engorged labia and lashed out with her tongue across the exposed tip of her clit. Lori gasped as she felt the energetic attack on her pussy.

The feeling of one, then two fingers sliding deep into her pussy and seeking out her G-spot was accompanied by the sensation of a tongue taking up a steady tempo against the tip of her clit. Karen’s fingers began to saw in and out of her pussy. The wet slurping sounds keeping time with the stroke of her finger fucking her. Lori felt her orgasm approaching fast like an oncoming train. She didn’t fight it.

She came with a loud groan. It wasn’t the monster orgasm she usually strived for, but it served to quell the urgent need she felt. It would suffice until she was able to build to the larger cum that she soon hoped would overwhelm her. Lori did not squirt as she did with her bigger cums, but she did produce a sizeable gush of liquid that Karen readily lapped from around her still pistoning fingers. Karen did not slow down, merely backed off on her aggressive licking of her clit until it became a little less sensitive.

Lori felt her tight pussy stretching and expanding as a third finger slid inside. Lori slowed the pace of her fingers, rather concentrating on massaging her G-spot as she knew she enjoyed. Her tongue flicked her hood piercing as she managed to slide her other hand to the tight pucker of Lori’s ass. Lori groaned her approval as a finger began to rim the opening of her ass, gathering up the juices that had leaked there before slowly starting to slide within.

Lori’s hips began to hump wildly against her mouth and fingers. She was losing control. Lori’s fingers grasped her nipple piercings, tugging them harshly as that sensation added to the growing cacophony of stimuli. She clamped down with her pussy on the fingers buried deep there. A second slim finger joined its predecessor in her ass and she groaned at the increased fullness.

Karen’s lipped sealed over her clit, sucking on it as the tip of her tongue danced over its head. Lori was on the edge waiting for the final push to take over into the bliss of release. This was a place she dearly loved. The moment of “almost orgasm” that in some ways was as sweet as the orgasm itself. She struggled to stay there, unwilling to give up its embrace. She floated in that world of intense pleasure. She felt all the sensations; her fingers on her nipples, the insistent pace of the tongue and suckling lips on her clit, the pressure on her G-spot, the fullness in her pussy, and the sawing motion of the fingers in her ass. It all merged into one glowing ball of intense pleasure and sensation. She balanced on the edge of release, needing only one last tiny bit of a push to send her over into the joyous oblivion of her orgasm.

That final push came in the form of Karen nibbling on her clit. That was all it took and the pent up volcano of her orgasm rushed to the surface and exploded. Lori, cried out her release in a way that Karen had become accustomed to. Karen, having become familiar with the intensity of her orgasms was ready for it. She quickly withdrew her fingers from Lori’s pussy and sealed her mouth over it to suck up her eruption. Her young lover got more than she had hoped for. Lori’s body quivered through her orgasm and her thighs clenched tight around Karen’s head, trapping her in place. The force of her squirting orgasm surprised Karen and she struggled to swallow the cyprine fluid as it filled her mouth. Her fingers were likewise trapped deep in Lori’s ass as her ass clenched tight around them.

After several strong squirts they slowed to a stop and Lori’s thighs loosened around her head. Karen was able to come up for air, gasping and choking. Lori was a rag doll draped across the bed as she struggled to recover from the intense orgasm.

Lori’s eyes finally focused and she saw Karen kneeling beside her, lovingly stroking her hair. The smile on Karen’s face told her all she needed to know. The sub was very proud of herself for providing the kind of pleasure her Mistress had just experienced. As the fog cleared in Lori’s pleasure ravaged head she thought, ‘Pride is not usually a good thing in a sub, but in this case I think it may be justified.’

Lori pulled Karen down next to her and they cuddled and spooned as they languished in the intimacy of their post-sex embrace. Lori felt herself starting to doze when the phone next to the bed rang. She answered it. It was Greg, calling to inform her that he and kids were on the way home and would be there in about two hours. After hanging up, Lori realized that she needed to get up and get moving. She had things to do before they got home, not least of which was to get Karen on her way. She decided there was definitely time to share a shower. As she got up, pulling Karen up with her, she took one look at the bed and seeing the huge wet spot there, giggled and decided that changing the sheets was something she needed to add to the list.

Karen followed her in silence to the bathroom. They both knew the meaning of the phone call. Their weekend of sharing and exploration was over. It was time to go back to the real world that these walls had sheltered them from for the last few days. That is, until the next time.

Their shower was tender, intimate, and largely silent as they shared their last few minutes together. Both seemed caught up in thoughts of the separation that they would both soon suffer. That is, until the next time, they both thought. That seemed to be the eternal spring of hope they shared, until next time.

Karen donned her clothes that she had arrived in, and had shed, what seemed like such a long time ago. Meanwhile, Lori straightened up the bedroom that looked exactly what it had become over the last few days, a passion pit. She put away the toys, directing Karen to take the ones that needed to be cleaned to the bathroom sink. The others were returned to their hiding place. Karen helped as she stripped the bed and she sent her to the laundry room with the linens that smelled as if they had witnessed a lesbian orgy. ‘Not a bad description actually’ Lori thought.

Karen returned and they worked together in silence and quickly had the bed remade and the bedroom looking presentable. Lori dug around in a closet and found a small carryon bag that Karen could use to transport her anal plugs. She threw in an almost new tube of lube as an after thought and her analytical mind added it to her mental shopping list. She also threw in a business card on which she had written a personal email address and cell phone number.

After completing their chores they looked at each other, both seemingly afraid to speak first. They came together in a hug that soon grew into a mild necking session. The murmured expressions of love and caring to each other as they did so.

Lori finally spoke, “You need to go on and get out of here before we get started again.”