Avery Takes a Slave

"I need to recap before I lose my mind" Said Rachel, beginning to panic slightly. "The mother, of the girl I have fallen in love with knows that I stay over with her daughter." She began.

"You've fallen in love with?" Questioned Avery excitedly.

"So not a big deal, except" Rachel continued. "The girl I've fallen in love with is my student. She is 18 but will that matter?"

"You said it again, you said fallen in love with, you said it twice" exclaimed Avery

"She is my student. Her mother knows. I'm going to jail... Oh my god, I'm going to jail" exclaimed Rachel.

Avery grasps Rachel by the shoulders and shaking her says "Listen to me!"

"What, Okay, Avery, I'm going to jail" said Rachel in a somber tone.

"You aren't going to jail Rachel!" said Avery trying to calm her slave.

"I'm not?" questioned Rachel in a stupor.

"Rachel, listen to me! Did you say that you had fallen in love with me?" Questioned Avery.

"What, love, fallen, yes I did, I did say that." answered Rachel still trying to come to grips with the information overload.

"Stop thinking for a moment!"exclaimed Avery. "Rachel look at me and stop thinking for a moment, please! I love you." said Avery looking into Rachel's eyes.

"I love you to, Avery. Will you visit me in jail after your mother has me arrested?" asked Rachel. "She knows and you're a student and I'm going to jail." she rambled.

"You have to stop saying that! You aren't going to jail, my mom is on our side and I told her about you because I want her to be your lawyer" said Avery, finally getting through to her lover.

"Did I know your mom was a lawyer? I don't think I remember that." Rachel queried, unsure of herself. "I thought I met your mom in a conference a couple of years ago and she owned a tech company?" continued Rachel.

"You did meet her, different mom." Said Avery confusing Rachel even more. "You met Bree, she and my other mom have been together since high school. Today you will meet Carol, the mom who gave birth to me." explained Avery, knowing that further detail would be necessary. "It's a long boring story, but here goes the cliff notes version, Bree and Carol - lesbian girlfriends in high school here in Mobile. Both ridiculously smart. Accepted to Vanderbilt. Bree top in her class computer engineering, Carol, same in law. Flash forward a few years, Bree starts a tech company Carol is a high priced entertainment lawyer they live in Nashville. Some old fart country singer comes on to Carol ends up raping her on his bus, she turns out to be pregnant" Avery pauses, pointing at herself before continuing. "Flash forward to now. Carol still big time entertainment lawyer, offices in Mobile and Nashville. Goes to Nashville a few days each week , Bree- big time high tech mogul lady. My moms! The end" Says Avery.

As Rachel soaked everything in, she had been holding Avery's hands in her own as they sat cross legged, facing each other in the middle of the king sized bed. As the sat in silence for several minutes, both were processing new information.

Rachel processing how the woman she love came to be. Avery processing that Rachel loves her.

With the end of the holiday break and coming of January and the new year Rachel Richey was poised to begin the difficult last five months of keeping her sexual servitude to a student secret. December had been her most fulfilling month ever, both in an erotic sense and from the viewpoint of her impending divorce.

As November ended she was floundering with an inept attorney and an estranged husband who was on the verge of taking all the marital assets and walking away to leave her destitute. But with December came the introduction of Carol Sexton, or as opposing counsel and their clients know her, The Demon Lesbian Lawyer From Hell!

Simply by showing up to the first hearing, Carol struck fear in John Richey, his lawyer and even many in the gallery totally unrelated to the case. A few simple motions later and all the couples assets were magically produced. Three days later at the first meeting between the parties, a deal favorable to Rachel was tendered and accepted, everything signed off on and the two were able to go along their merry way as ex-husband and ex-wife.

Rachel kept the house, all the marriage's financial assets were split down the middle and the savings account that Rachel held before they were married was returned to her intact. All in all it was everything Rachel wanted and to top it all off, When Carol presented Rachel her bill for services it was marked 'paid in full'.

When Rachel questioned her about the paid bill she simply replied "It's the least I could do for the woman I expect will be my Daughter-in-law at some point in the future."

New Years Eve brought a memorable stay home evening for Avery and Rachel. The evening began with the two of them preparing an elegant dinner and having Rachel's moms, Carol and Bree over to enjoy it with them. After dinner and a bit of wine, Carol and Bree excused themselves to leave the couple to an evening of play. Their departure didn't come without an admonition from Carol to both of them, that this evening should be one of the last overnight sessions they would enjoy and that for the rest of the school year, Avery's main residence must be with her and Bree and that there could be no spur of the moment rendezvous or quickie in the bathroom at school! They could, perhaps have a well planned and well disguised stay over at Avery's house but it must be carefully planned and could not be common practice!

With Bree and Carol off to make the rounds of the Gulf Coasts better New Years Eve parties, Avery cuddled with Rachel on the living room sofa. It was still four hours til the televised ball ball drop in Times Square. "This is your evening, Babe. What do you want to do for the next four hours, because at midnight I'm taking you to my bed and fucking you till sunrise"

The thought of bed with Avery almost made Rachel say 'take me there now' but she fought the urge. It had been some time since they had spent any time in the dungeon, and knowing how much Avery enjoyed her play time Rachel opted for dungeon play. "I want to put on that red cup-less bustier you got me and the matching hooker heels and have you take me to the dungeon and work me over til midnight."

"If you'll go put it on I'll be waiting here when you get ready" replied Avery.

With a kiss, Rachel headed upstairs to dress for her mistress. As she headed up stairs, Avery quickly ran to the dungeon, to dress for the occasion herself. Quickly pulling on black hose and heels a black thong and camisole with garters and a sheer black wrap she barely made it back to the sofa when she heard Rachel at the top of the stairs.

Her slave was a vision of loveliness. Her pert breasts lifted just so by the bustiers underwire while being fully exposed since it had no cup. The garment ended an inch or two above the slaves neatly trimmed and waxed landing strip pubic hair. The 6 inch platform heels were difficult to walk in but looked amazing and had the effect of visually lengthening the slaves legs. The best accessory, however was the addition of her collar that the two had picked out some weeks back at an area adult toy store. Carrying a neatly folded leash, Rachel knelt before her Mistress and with head bowed offered the leash with both hands.

Pleased with how her slave had taken to the subservient role Avery took the leash and without a word shifted forward on the sofa and lifted the slaves chin to access the collar.

The slave knelt with arms crossed behind her as her Mistress snapped the leash in place and stood. Continuing to kneel before her mistress, slave kept her eyes down.

Mistress stepped close to the slave and opened her sheer wrap. With her left hand she pulled her thong aside baring her pussy, inches from slaves down-turned face. Tugging the leash with her right hand she signaled the slave to look up.

Before the slaves eyes as she looked forward was mistresses wonderful pussy. Slave dared not lick, kiss or even touch until told to do so.

For what seemed an eternity, slave knelt only an inch away but not allowed to devour her mistresses body.

Finally Mistress spoke to her "Kiss my pussy slave."

Rachel responded by gently placing her lips on the Mons Venus of her Mistress and holding them there. Then moving ever so slightly downward inching closer to the upper folds of the labia, but still not using her tongue because she had not been instructed to.

Having reached a point where she could move no further downward because of Mistresses stance, slave slowly moved back upward with her kisses along the same path back to Mistresses Mons.

Feeling the moisture building, Mistress decided it was time to retire to the dungeon with her slave. "Rise." she said adding a tug on the leash, and the slave stood as Mistress turned slave followed to the dungeon.

The slave was led to a large upright steel frame. The frame had a series of pulleys and cables that were obviously designed to suspend a human body in mid air.

Removing the leash mistress turned the slave around to face her as she began to fasten large leather cuffs to the wrists of the slave. These were larger than any other s used on the slave before. "These cuffs are designed for suspension, Rachel." She said. "they distribute the weight evenly throughout your hand and if you need it there is a bar in the palm to grab on to. This makes them safer."

Rachel nodded that she understood.

As she attached the other cuff she gave the slave one last admonition, "This is still suspension though and its an arm suspension. If you feel too much pain in your shoulders or elbows use the safe word. Say red and I'll lower you immediately."

With wrist and ankle cuffs in place and all the cables connected Avery was ready to suspend her slave.

This was the first time she was suspending Rachel and she was a bit nervous. She had done this dozens of times and was always true to the first paradigm of BDSM, her dungeon was safe.

In front of her slave and ready to press the button to lift, she took one final opportunity. "Remember, red if it hurts" She said

"I'll be fine. I love you! Please, make me fly!" implored the slave.

As she pressed the button Avery kissed her slave, her tongue darting between the slaves lips as her arms were lifted over her head, then the kiss was broken as she was lifted by her arms off the ground.

Her arms were pulled toward separate upper corners with the lifting being stopped when her feet were just off the ground. Another button then took out the slack on the leg cables and they were pulled apart, each toward a lower corner of the frame. When she was finished Avery had successfully placed the slave in a suspended spread eagle. "Are you comfortable slave?" asked the Mistress.

"Yes Mistress." replied the slave.

Standing close behind her slave, Mistress reached around her with both hand and fondled her breasts roughly eliciting moans from the slave. The moans of enjoyment quickly turned to sounds of pain as the fondling turned to aggressive pinching of her nipples.

One hand slid down across her firm abdomen and with a familiar ease a middle finger slipped through the labia too find ample moisture to lubricate an invasion of the helpless slaves pussy. First one finger then a second and soon a third stretched the opening, and bringing a glistening to the mistresses hand from the slaves arousal.

Lifting the drenched fingers to the slaves mouth, Mistress had the slave lick her own juices from her fingers.

Continuing with the theme of assaulting the slaves pussy, Mistress was positioned again in back of the slave, this time with a flogger in hand.

Without warning, the flogger's lashed were brought up between slaves outstretched legs, wrapping around her crotch and landing with their ends around the slaves navel. A second blow, then a third each blow increasing in intensity and beginning to leave their marks on the belly of the slave.

Moving in front of the slave but continuing to use the flogger, the blows were now directed more at the pussy of the slave, but also having every third or fourth blow landing on the breasts.

Soon the belly, breasts and the pussy were reddened and marked by the flogger. Then came time for the cane, a more targeted attack is possible with a cane. Not just the breast as a whole but the nipples can be targeted as well and the clitoral hood, the Mons Venus or the labia. All would feel the cane before Mistress put it down.

Being satisfied by the markings her slave now bore and the requisite pain inflicted Mistress turned to the application of pleasure for the slave. She reached from behind and slid her fingers down through the tiny strip of pubic hair and opened the slaves labia. Sliding a finger inside, she used her other hand to press the head of a Hitachi against the clitoral hood.

Sliding her fingers along the labia and constantly moving the Hitachi, Mistress was working the slave into a frenzy.

As she pushed closer and closer to orgasm the struggling and bucking of the slave caused the frame of the suspension device to creak and and the chains and cables to rattle. The slaves moans became louder and her breathing more erratic as pleasure filled all the welts left by cane or flogger.

Mistress would not remind her slave that it was mandatory that she ask permission to have an orgasm. The slave should have that rule permanently in her mind by now. As the application of the Hitachi continued, slaves pulse quickened and as she approached the point of orgasm, she cried out "May I cum, Mistress?"

Unlike all the other times she had made the request, this time Mistress immediately removed the Hitachi and quickly stopped fingering her slave "You may NOT cum slave!".

Slave was shocked, but the impetus was gone, there was no Hitachi generating waves of joy, her Mistresses fingers no longer elevated her pleasure, there was no stimulation at all and she was helpless to stimulate herself so she descended into a whimpering mass of raw nerve endings unable to gather that one morsel of stimulus needed to press over the edge and fall into glorious orgasm.

All she could do is whimper, "Please Mistress," she pleaded, crying helplessly. "Please make me cum Mistress."

When Mistress felt slave had suffered enough she flipped the Hitachi on again and as she touched the vibrating head to the slaves clitoris, she said the words her slave longed for "Cum for me, Baby."

As she heard the words, it was as if her body were being controlled by Mistresses mind. The waves of orgasmic pleasure flooded into her very being.

Knowing that the withholding of the first orgasm would elevate the possibility of multiples Mistress continued to press the Hitachi against slaves pussy, but she also invaded her pussy with her middle finger, turning it so she could bend it forward toward slaves Grafenberg nerve bundle. When a recognizable shudder coursed through slaves body she knew she had found the spot and whispered to the slave, "Now, cum for me again."

Within seconds the slave again tensed and bucked as another orgasm washed over her, this time causing her to squirt copious amounts of her juices all over the floor and to convulse almost uncontrollably.

It took three or four minutes for the slave to return to her senses, stop convulsing and making animalistic sounds.

The first thing slave realized as she came back to her senses was that Mistress had released her right leg and that she was now securing a rope around the ankle replacing the leather cuff.

"Welcome back to the living." Said Mistress, when she recognized that her slave was somewhat coherent now. With that she stood and bent slaves knee pulling the bound ankle up to the slaves thigh. With a couple of double wraps the completed the frog tie on the right leg before continuing to the left.

Next she silently released the tension on the left leg lowering it. In a repeat of the actions taken on the right leg, she doubled the length of soft cotton rope and wrapped it around slaves ankle twice before anchoring the wrap with a knot. She then folded the leg as before and secured the frog tie of the left leg.

Standing on front of the slave with the winch control, she lowered slave just a few inches until their faces were level with each other.

Stepping close to slave and placing her arms around her waist she kissed slave passionately before asking her "did you enjoy your orgasms, dear?"

"Oh, yes Mistress, thank you for making me cum." she said "Mistress, how many times did I cum, I think I completely passed out and I have no idea what happened then." she continued.

"You had your share, slave" said Mistress with a laugh. Bur now it's going to be my turn slave.

"Yes Mistress, please let me give you pleasure" said Rachel.

With that, mistress pressed the button lowering the bound slave to the floor. When the slave was kneeling on the floor, one arm winch was released while the other was kept taunt. The leather cuff was removed from the loosened arm. The second arm was then released and the cuff removed.

With her arms free but her legs frog tied slave could do nothing but kneel with her arms folded as Mistress retrieved a forty foot length of cotton rope.

Centering the rope, she formed a double coin knot and pulled two loops from it. Pulling the slaves arms behind her she slid one loop up each arm and tightened them at the level of the lower shoulder.

About four inches below the double coin, she created a double loop and pulled enough slack in the loops to pass them over the slaves hands. Then the slack was taken up to tighten the loops just below the original loops.

This step was then repeated and loops tightened just above the elbows. Twice more double loops were added, passed over the slaves hands and positioned just before the previous loops. The result was the classic dragonfly sleeve, which immobilized the slaves arms in a artistic tie.

The loose ends of the rope were passed between the slaves legs. Mistress determined the position and tire a square knot in the pairs that lay on top of the clit of the slave when the rope was pulled tight. The ends were then tied off to each shoulder loop and tightened effecting the crotch rope so that any movement would cause the square knot to arouse the clit.

Mistress was now ready to use her slave to her own benefit. Standing in front of slave, she removed her robe and slipped her thong down her legs and tossed it aside. Stepping closer she pulled slaves face into her crotch. The slave began to explore Mistresses familiar labia with her tongue, slipping it between the ridges and tasting her familiar juice. She savored the scent and reveled in her submissiveness to the woman she loved with all her heart.

As the practiced tongue located the Mistresses clit, a sigh of pleasure escaped her lips and she urged the slave on. "mmm yes right there, suck it." She demanded and slave responded by closing her lips around the tiny bundle of nerve endings and suckling them much as a hungry baby would suckle its mothers breast. But slave wasn't hungry for mothers milk, instead she was hungry for the sounds of pleasure emanating from Mistresses mouth.

The slave had been so thoroughly pleasured by her Mistress just minutes before that she felt compelled to provide pleasure to Mistress.

The feeling of fulfillment that comes from pleasing their Domme/Dom is as addictive for the slave as heroin or cocaine is for the drug addict. Just like the addict will do anything to feed their habit, a truly submissive slave will do anything necessary to please their Mistress or Master.

Rachel was doing just that, serving her Mistress with abandon, as she probed and sucked, making every effort to bring her Mistress to an explosive orgasm.