Slips Of The Tongue Ch. 09

"Please try to understand," said Gwen as she helped Love to her feet, "And forgive me if I assume too much; it's not like I really know you after all, but this chain doesn't have any significance beyond its use as a tool of temporary sexual enslavement."

Gwen forced a very uncooperative yet easily manageable Love to the foot of the bed.

"You've both made me very angry and very horny, and I'm just trying to get us through to my satisfaction in the most practical and entertaining way. So, I expect your undivided attention."

Gwen then hoisted Letreese's slight frame onto the space of bed between Domenique's legs, and said:

"You like it rough ladies? Then rough it will be; Gwen style."

Domenique studied Gwen's cool stare as she gave Love a stinging slap on her right ass cheek.

"Now," Gwen continued, "I suggest you try really hard to relax so I can fit this big rubber dick in your little virgin ass hole."

Letreese's eyes went wide as she felt the choke chain gradually tightening around her neck. The chain taut, Gwen reached back to pull a small tube of lube from her bag. Slipping the strap of the choke chain onto her wrist, Gwen applied a not so generous smear of lube on the tip of her strap-on and even less around the rosy ring of Letreese's tightly puckered asshole. That done, Gwen shoved Letreese forward, so that her nose poked into Domenique's dry pussy.

"That's right," said Gwen as she began to work the fat pink head of her dildo into Love's tight ass, "You can look, and smell, but you can't taste."

Gwen was doing her best to go easy into Letreese. Her frame was so slight that Gwen couldn't help but be concerned that she'd rupture something important in there if she worked it a little too hard or too fast. So, Gwen tempered her thrusts because each was an expression of not only her desire for both, but her anger at them both. Eventually, having watched Letreese's rosy brown anus gradually accommodate her big pink dick; sucking it in like a hungry mouth, Gwen took the risk of fucking Letreese more harshly. It seems, she thought, this one might not be a stranger to a good ass fucking after all.

For good while Gwen fucked the shit out of Letreese, snapping the choke chain each time her captured sub cried or turned her face away from Domenique's pussy. She had planned, studied, for this night; and so far, she was having a blast being the dom. Gwen had been inspired by the psychology of immersion or aversion therapy; thinking she would glut her subs with enough sadomasaquistic play so that they would either never ever want anything to do with sex again or come back crying and begging for more. She'd learned a great deal during her self exile; how to break into apartments, to make and safely use chloroform, to tie secure and safe knots with nylon rope, how to have a good time dispensing with your own personal kind of masaquistic justice and how to survive stooping to levels you never expected you'd have to.

Letreese's ass was now primed for more than a few good stabs. Gwen's hard clit, stimulated by the dildo's insert, came to pulse with a fairly decent orgasm. Then, temporarily sated, Gwen came to a stop, gently rubbed Letreese's ass for a moment, removed the strap-on from herself, and then stepped away from her sub, leaving the great rubber dick still firmly inserted.

She helped the whimpering stripper off the bed, and then laid her on the carpet. Letreese, in a fetal position, her expression now pathetic and glazed, felt Gwen binding her ankles again. She then returned to the foot of the bed and eyes Domenique; roving her gaze along her lines, curves and succulent features. Gwen stepped away, came back with a wipe and proceeded to cleanse the bottom of Domeniques left foot. Finished, Gwen parted the curtain of her pussy, revealing a very swollen, red, gleaming clit, and began to rub it against Dominique's big toe, bucking for the friction she desired.

Domenique, alert and uncertain, watched her last lover grinding against her foot. Gwen's expression was still cool, though a fire of contempt burned in her eyes. Presently, a pre-orgasmic shiver took hold of her body. She began to breathe rapid breaths through her nose as animal moans came stifled behind her teeth. Then, head back and eyes closing, Gwen came, spewing a particularly syrupy coat of vaginal sweat over the better part of Domenique's foot. Domenique watched Gwen's recovery from her orgasm, and then watched her crawl onto the bed. Slowly, Gwen crept forward. The fragrance of her pussy hung in the air as she advanced and found Domenique's neck with her mouth. At first, Gwen's kisses were soft. But, as she slid back down toward Domenique's breasts and ribs, the kisses became trails of roughly sucked hickies and bites.

Domenique became gradually more unnerved and distressed and strangely enthusiastic as Gwen's teeth grabbed hold of various spots around her flat belly. As Gwen arrived at Domenique's pussy, she was certain that Gwen was using her teeth as well as her tongue to open it. Then the bites began to sting, the pain lingering from mouthful to mouthful, leaving Domenique cringing and whimpering with eyes shut tight. Still, she wasn't sure whether she wanted Gwen to stop or not, as if she could utter the word.

Finally, Gwen did stop. Domenique opened her eyes again, hearing Letreese grunting and crying on the floor somewhere beyond the bed, and watched Gwen as she got first to her knees and then to her feet. Now standing, Gwen walked to plant her feet along the sides of Domenique's head. She looked down at her and smiled. Domenique was stunned with disbelief, and didn't close her eyes until Gwen's heavy cascade of urine splashed her in the face. And so Gwen gushed her piss, apparently having drunk perhaps a liter or more of water. With controlled effort, Gwen squatted, bringing the fountain's source closer to Domenique's nose.

Domenique's breaths came in sputters; piss and snot mingled splashes spewing from her nostrils, dripping across her ball gag and chin. Then, with two more short gushes and grunts, Gwen finished showering Domenique. She stood, stepped back and surveyed her work. Domenique's hair was drenched, as was the pillow and space of mattress beneath it. down the length of her body was a system of red and purple bruises, short red con trail slices and gleaming droplet constellations of blood stars.

"There," she said, crossing her arms, "Now I feel better."

Her eyes met Domenique's. Gwen watched slow tears well, then bead a course down her piss wet cheeks. With that, Gwen turned and stepped off the bed. She walked toward her duffle bag, stopping beside Letreese's dildo crammed ass to give the hard rubber cock a little more penetration with the heel of her left foot. Letreese whimpered, and then gave another animal grunt. From her bag, Gwen withdrew her Air, a small bottle and a clean white handkerchief. She set the bottle and cloth on a night table, and then hopped back onto the bed with her Air. After snapping two shots with its camera, Gwen stepped back off the bed, set her Air on the nightstand and picked up the small bottle and handkerchief.

"It's funny, you know," she said, arriving at the space of mattress nearest the right of Domenique's head, "How love still radiates after your heart's been broken. It's like- lightening; when the heat of desire meets the cold of remorse. Is that it Nique, what you feel, but like all the time?"

Domenique looked away as Gwen carefully twisted the top from her bottle, set it on the bed, and then poured a few drops of its contents onto the handkerchief.

"You struck me hard." Gwen admitted, "And you've changed me, but you've certainly let yourself not be worth my love anymore. So, I guess this is good-bye. I'll take the ball gag out before I send you back to sleep for a while. When you wake up, you can untie your old flame here and enjoy the rest of your lives together."

Gwen paused to stare into Domenique's eyes, and saw no fear, no pleading or even the least remorse. What she did see, was calculation.

"And if you try to come after me," Gwen continued; her expression betraying nothing, her words measured, "Expect the worst. Now; sweet dreams Domenique."

Domenique stared wide eyed as Gwen pulled the gag from her mouth. She tried to utter an explanation or some excuse before the chemically odorous white handkerchief was closed over her mouth and nose, rendering her lights once more; out.

In the pre-dawn darkness, dogs barked as a white clad figure casually made her way through backyard after backyard. The snow had stopped that early Christmas morning, leaving clear vantage to the stars, the lovers, goddesses and sisters that circled in the heavens. The figure trudged over a bank of snow and jumped onto the street below. Ten more paces and the figure arrived at her vehicle, and then wiped fallen snow from its wind shield.

Gwen unlocked her car and got in. She sat for a time, staring at the purple dawn tinged night sky; the hate in her heart lessening with each new moment, and no tears in her bright brown eyes. Heaving a great breath, she lifted her duffle over the backseat and dropped it.

"Again, hitting me with a bag?" said Tina, her head popping from the backseat.

Gwen turned her head slightly to view Tina from her right; her demeanor fully composed, her look a warm shade of sly.

"How did you get in my car!?!"

"Jules drove me home, but I took a cab back here. Once I found your car, I jimmied the trunk, and pushed down the back seat. It's fucking cold! Would you turn the heat on for Christ's sake?"

Tina burst out of the backseat as Gwen started her car, and then opened the front passenger door and jumped back in.

"Why didn't you return any of my calls?"

"I needed to think. Why were you there tonight?"

Tina paused, looked away, and then set her eyes back on Gwen.

"Duh, to have sex with people who didn't disappear from the face of the Earth just to think! How did you defeat Godzilla and Rodan?"

"I don't want to talk about it right now."

Tina stared suspiciously at Gwen before eventually turning her gaze toward the lightening dawn. They sat silently together as the car warmed.

"Did you; watch us?" asked Tina.

"I saw everything." Gwen answered, not looking at Tina.

"Oh." Said Tina, casting her eyes down to her lap, "Are you mad?"

"Totally. Answered Gwen, turning to face her, "So now you're going to have to redeem yourself."

Tina met her gaze with a look of apprehension.

"Uh, how?"

"By being my girl, exclusively, until you tell me you need to move on."

A small smile suddenly lightened Tina's face as she nodded.

"I'm pretty sure I can do that."

"Good." Said Gwen, smiling back, "Oh, and thanks for unlocking the bathroom window for me."

"No problem. Merry Christmas. So, now what?"

"First, I'm taking you to have Christmas dinner with my mom and dad."

Tina raised an eye brow and shrugged.

"Okay." Tina agreed, "And; then?"

"Open the glove box." answered Gwen as she pulled away from the curb.

Tina did as asked, and pulled out a festively wrapped package. She stroked its red ribbon and bow, a sadness creeping into her eyes.

"I left your gift at home." She said.

At that moment, as a small smile crossed Gwen's lips, back in Letreese's apartment, Domenique sprang awake and realized that she was free. She stared about the bedroom, and saw that Letreese was still on the floor, still bound and still with the dildo protruding from her ass. As Domenique began to move from the bed, she felt something poking at her bruised sex. Reaching down, she plucked the dried rose from between her legs, and saw that it was no longer white, but dyed black.

"I've got what I want," said Gwen, glancing at Tina, "Right here."

Tina unwrapped the gift, gently parted the layer of wrapping paper inside, and then revealed the two remaining roses. Behind them were two plane tickets to Aruba. Stunned, Tina turned to face Gwen. She fumbled with a few words, only to become tongue tied and to finally break down crying.

Gwen took her hand. She was no stranger to emotional turmoil, the guilt for succumbing to desire, the fear of saying no to Domenique, while still knowing the love that lived in her heart, in spite of it all. Gwen's forgiveness, expressed in that moment as the smooth stroking of her fingers against Tina's, would grow, and heal them both before the next challenge to their bond.