Sarah Acts Out

She pulled her closer and Sarah curled her legs around Rebecca's thighs and let herself be carried over to the bed, but she couldn't suppress a soft groan when the movement pulled the muscles in her abused backside.

"You took your punishment very well, my love. You were very brave, I love you."

"Thank you, Mistress. It was not more than I deserved. I love you very much. Could you please let me make love to you?"

"No, sweetie, not now. We first have to deal with your inappropriate choice of words, after I put some ointment on your behind to reduce the swelling. It will do nothing to reduce the pain, but your buttocks already are up to twice their usual size."

"I understand, thank you, Mistress, you are very kind."

"Not at all, my love. I'm merely possessive."

Rebecca positioned Sarah on her front on the bed and went over to the bathroom. Sarah closed her fingers around the wooden bars of the headrest to keep herself from rubbing her behind. She knew that her Mistress, normally did not allow such actions and also that it would only bring a false sense of relief, not comparable to feeling of her Mistress' hands soothing her burning and throbbing behind.

Rebecca returned with a small towel draped over her shoulder, a wet wash cloth that had been coated with a yellow cream and snatched up the Tabasco bottle from the dresser where she had put it earlier. She sat down at the side of the bed and started to meticulously apply the yellow substance on Sarah's welts. Sarah pleaded and groaned and cried a few more tears but when Rebecca asked her if she wanted her to stop, she vehemently shook her head. Rebecca finished and smiled at Sarah, hiding the Tabasco bottle in the palm of her hand.

"The yellow cream is a moisturizing night cream for stressed skin with a slightly cooling side effect."

To take the hot sauce treatment I want you to get out of bed and kneel at the side with your hands in your neck, open your mouth and stretch out your tongue as far as you can. Not bad, but you can do better."

Rebecca unscrewed the Tabasco bottle, upended it and let a drop fall on Sarah's outstretched tongue. Sarah jerked her head away and pulled her tongue back in her mouth, "Sarah, you know better than to break position during punishment."

"I'm sorry, Mistress, please punish me. I didn't think, I just reacted, it's just that it hurts so much and it burns even more than the ginger. I wish you would have chosen the soap punishment."

"But then I would have to do it more than once and you know that I do not like to repeat myself. In this case the hot sauce is more effective than soap, my Sarah. And all in all, I think that one drop of sauce for every completely inappropriate word you said tonight is rather lenient. I don't appreciate being called an obsessive compulsive perverted control freak."

"I didn't think when I said that, Mistress, and I also didn't mean it like it came out. Please punish me for breaking position."

"I will, my Sarah. I guess a bondage session tomorrow morning will help you to get over those hang-ups of yours. Now, let's proceed, only four more drops to go."

"Yes, Mistress," Sarah obediently opened her mouth and stretched out her tongue, her shoulders were shaking but she held the position."

"Now, close your mouth and let the hot sauce do its job. Come back into bed."

"Thank you, Rebecca." Rebecca held her arms open to allow Sarah to slip into her embrace. Sarah moved slowly and stiffly due to her swollen buttocks. She put her head on her Mistress' shoulder and sighed, "Thank you for punishing me, Mistress, I love you. May I please go and wash out my mouth?"

"No, my love, I cannot let you wash out your mouth, that would defeat the purpose of the punishment. You'll have to suffer the burning and pain for ten minutes or better, let's say 15 minutes. Then you can go to the kitchen and drink some tomato juice to make yourself feel better, but as tempting as it may be, stay away from water that will only make it worse."

"Got it, Mistress. Thank, you," Sarah said.

Fifteen minutes later Sarah had not made the slightest attempt to get out of bed, instead she had fallen asleep. She was nestled in Rebecca's side, her right arm draped over her Mistress' middle. Rebecca smiled down on her and though she was aroused, Sarah looked just too cute and peaceful to wake her up. Exhausted from the scare and worry about her lover she quickly joined her in sleep.

The next time she opened her eyes, morning light was streaming in through the one bedroom window whose curtains had not been completely drawn shut. Rebecca turned her head and softly kissed the tip of Sarah's nose, waking her up as gently as she could. She looked as if she had not moved an inch during the night.

"Good morning, my Sarah, it's time to get up."

"I'm sorry that I fell asleep on you, Mistress. Would you please allow me to make love to you?"

"Not now, my love. If I remember well I promised you a bondage session as punishment for having broken position."

"So, you did, Mistress, but please, for once let me do something for you."

Rebecca leisurely stroked Sarah's flank and then said, "In that case, sweetie, I think I could be convinced to postpone your bondage session a little bit. I want you to use that talented tongue of yours on me. Make me come, but take it nice and slow."

Sarah pushed herself up to her hands and knees and crawled between her Mistress' thighs where she settled down, supporting the weight of her torso by leaning on her elbows. She swiped the flat of her tongue along her Mistress' sex, starting with the top of her mound, over her perineum to her anus and back up. She repeated the movement and spent a few more moment tonguing her Mistress' rectum, but instead of settling into a more or less predictable rhythm, Sarah focused her attention on Rebecca's clitoris. She started with gentle kisses to coax the nub out from under its hood, then she started to lick and suckle as she would a nipple.

"Go inside, Sarah. I want to feel you deep inside of me, fuck me."

Sarah didn't need a second invitation. She obeyed immediately and entered Rebecca's folds with two fingers. Rebecca put her right hand on Sarah's head and pulled her closer pressing Sarah's nose against her clit and her mouth on her folds, only letting go when Sarah began to gasp for air. That was as close as she was willing to go concerning breath play. Losing control was easy and thus it was extremely dangerous. She would only consider going further if Sarah would one day be willing to convince her otherwise, but judging from her submissive's reaction to having her head held and being smothered, that day, she presumed would be a long time coming. And from her perspective there was nothing wrong with that.

"Add another finger and fuck me harder, baby, make me come."

Rebecca was surprised at how dominant and calm her voice sounded, despite her state of rampant arousal. Sarah obeyed and deepened her thrusts while her tongue was still working her Mistress' clit over. Rebecca's whole body shuddered from toe to head when she let herself come. Primed since the evening before that was all it took to bring her to release, though she usually prided herself on her control. She shouted Sarah's name drawing out the syllables to the maximum, and still made it sound like a command, "Saaaaaaaaaaaarrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!"

Sarah withdrew one of her fingers and slowed her thrusts just enough to let Rebecca calm down a bit. She looked up, they made visual contact and she asked, "Please, Mistress, may I make love to you again? You deserve so much more than one, tiny, single orgasm."

"That's for me to decide, baby, and for now, as much as I love having you stretched out between my legs, I want you to get up. We have a punishment to finish, so that I can forgive yesterday's transgressions and you can earn your way back into my good graces and to sexual gratification."

"Thank you, Mistress," Sarah answered with a sigh, withdrew her fingers and got out of bed, groaning with every movement. Rebecca studied her backside. Her buttocks had really swollen up to twice their normal size. The combination of red, purple and almost black made it hard to differentiate between single cane marks.

She got up herself and walked over to the parapharnalia wardrobe. She took a length of chain from a drawer. Then she positioned Sarah right under the hook that had been screwed into the ceiling. She went into the bathroom and fetched a warm washcloth coated with a yellow cream. She put it on her squirming and groaning submissive's behind. She loaded her arms with more play supplies and put a crotch harness on her and at the same time immobilized Sarah's hands behind her back. Two other lengths of rope bound her knees and ankles together.

She threaded a two inch broad, padded leather strap with a belt buckle at one end under Sarah's arms and made sure that it was sitting snuggly. She then hooked the end link of the chain on the ceiling hook. And pulled Sarah up; until she could fasten the black leather strap to the chain. It forced Sarah to stand on the tip of her toes and made her sway lightly to keep her balance.

With another length of hemp rope, Rebecca created a simple chest harness and used the end to bring Sarah's elbows closer together, not to the point of having them touch, but enough to let her feel the strain until her muscles and joints had adapted to the position.

As a crowning touch she pushed a bright green ball gag in Sarah's mouth and adorned her rock hard nipples with Alligator clips and tiny bells. Rebecca went into the bathroom for a long shower and to wash her hair, but kept the door open to have Sarah in her line of sight at all time. She wanted to make sure that Sarah would not be hurt when her legs gave out and she would be dangling from the chain, with the black strap as her only protection against falling.

When it happened she had finished her shower and was towel-drying her hair. Rebecca cast an almost apologetic glance towards her submissive, but got dressed instead of relieving her discomfort. By then Sarah had fought her way back on her tiptoes, her legs were trembling she lost her balance once again.

Rebecca came over to her and caressed her all over, starting with her thighs and flanks and paying special attention to her bruised behind, eliciting groans and soft cries of pain from behind the gag. She then played with the nipple clamps and let the tiny bells jingle. She kissed the drool from the corner of Sarah's mouth and told her, "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are like this, how irresistible? The most beautiful woman in the world and all mine. I'm very proud of you."

When almost an hour had passed since she had started to restrain her submissive Rebecca began to undo the bondage starting with the nipple clamps and the arm restraints. Sarah shouted "Mistress!" but due to the ball-gag only a muffled "MMM!!!" was heard when the clamps came off leaving the dark pink skin of her nipples marked by their small teeth. She rolled her shoulders when her elbows came free and took a deep breath as the chest harness was removed.

Next she worked the ball gag free then the rope at her ankles followed by the one at her knees. Rebecca opened the buckle of the black strap and held her arms open when Sarah fell into her embrace. As she took her in her arms and carried her to the bathroom, Sarah said, "Thank you, Mistress. I love you, you are so good to me. I don't deserve having such a loving and thoughtful Mistress after everything I did to you yesterday."

"You scared me and I was worried and your outburst made me look like an idiot, You can thank the fact that lately you have been such a good, perfect submissive, or else I would not have let you get away with only one session under the cane. Your main punishment is done, but I still have a few chores for you, a writing assignment, we will step up your maintenance schedule from once a week to every other day, you will not be allowed sexual gratification and will wear a butt plug at work for about the next two weeks.

"We will continue the day we already started with my well deserved orgasm with a nice, lengthy bubble bath for you. I know the cane marks will hurt even under water, but you can take it, you are very brave. I love you, my Sarah. It's very similar to what you proposed earlier, and I don't do this because you made me look bad, I do it because you scared me. I had no idea that you had money on you and already saw you raped, beaten and bleeding in a ditch in the warehouse section on the way to the Penthouse."

"I love you as well, Mistress, my beloved Rebecca. I'd rather take a dozen sessions under the cane than scare and worry you like I did ever again."

Rebecca pampered her submissive in the bathroom. She used Sarah's favorite fragrances and bathing oils, washed her and caressed her all over. Though she knew that in the future there would probably be other incidents of a similar nature, it was only to be expected from a hot blooded, independent woman and then she would have to adapt Sarah's subsequent punishment accordingly.

Sarah obviously relished the treatment, but after a while dared to remark that as the submissive it should be her duty and privilege to serve her Mistress.

"That's for me to decide, Sarah. I'm your Mistress. And if I want to pamper you then that's what I'll do, regardless if you deserve it or not. I have the right to be treated like this by you, every hour of every day, the whole day, but the other way round it will always be a privilege, dependant on my fancy. Or what did you really want to say?"

"I did not want to sound presumptuous, Mistress, I only wanted to tell you how much I appreciate your consideration and care."

Rebecca pulled Sarah out of the tub as soon as her fingers had grown as wrinkled as a dried grape. She dried her with one of their fluffiest towels, and put moisturizing cream on her, making her groan when she lathered up the welts on her backside.

She made Sarah wear her baggiest sweats when they went for their run and chose a shorter route than usual, because she saw that the cane marks were hurting her submissive with every step and Sarah did not complain but tried doggedly to keep up. In the months since their return from Sarah's submissive training, she had learned to appreciate the effects of regular training. Though she still was not really enthusiastic about it and left to her own devices would probably lose the habit. But she had accepted that the advantages and benefits (weight loss, better stamina and flexibility) by far outweighed the inconveniences (taking the time to train).

Back at the apartment she ordered Sarah to clean herself up and wash off the sweat while she took a quick shower, then she reminded her submissive to make a journal entry about the day before and her punishment while she prepared breakfast. Cleaning up the kitchen after they were done was part of Sarah's normal chores, and she did it as usual with a hobble chain holding her legs together and another limiting the movements of her hands.

As soon as she was done Sarah washed her hands and Rebecca invited her to join her on the couch. She moved cautiously because of the hobble chain but stretched out on her side with her head cushioned on her Mistress' lap.

She quickly fell asleep while Rebecca was reading a medical journal.

When she woke up again her Mistress removed the hobble chains and replaced them with a cloth gag that would catch most of the drool. She then made her exercise the servile positions, ending with her usual at rest position.

Kneeling, with her knees spread, her hands resting on her thighs with the palms up, her head held high but her eyes focused on the floor. Rebecca then made her sit on a hard kitchen chair, put a notepad in front of her and ordered her to write:

"I will always treat my Mistress with the utmost respect. Every waking moment, in private and in public, for she is my light, my conscience and my strength."

"You will write that 121 times in your best penmanship. That's only once for every hour I spent worrying about you. Yes it were only about 90 minutes but it seemed like hours to me and longer."

"I'm sorry, Mistress, I promise, I will never run out on you ever again, I love you, Rebecca Eriksson. It took Sarah more than three hours to finish her writing assignment, because she got up every 22nd repetition to kiss and lick her Mistress' feet. Every time Rebecca waited for Sarah to become completely involved with her task, before she smiled down on her, proud of her submissive's initiative.

In the afternoon they took a long walk in a park as they often did if the weather allowed. Sarah was wearing snuggly fitting shorts and a pink button down blouse with three inch high sandals unobtrusively locked onto her ankles. The demure clothing hid the cane marks and the chastity belt Rebecca had put on her after she had teased her submissive mercilessly for half an hour with a feather, before leaving the apartment.

Sarah had a hard time not to show the resulting arousal too openly. The teasing, the chastity belt and the butt plug gently vibrating in her ass, combined with the dildo filling her pussy, kept her right on the edge of fulfillment, but she knew that she would not be allowed release any time soon, her Mistress had made that abundantly clear. On the way back they stopped at Sam and Dean's shop to buy some vegetables and fruit for dinner.

Samuel was wiping down the counter when the entered and Rebecca asked, "I hate being nosy, Sam, but it's rare to see you here on a Saturday. Where is Dean? Did anything happen?"

Dean is otherwise detained, my friend, He has been a very bad boy yesterday. We were in "Leo's" the new 'guys only' club in boy's town. He refused to lick another master's ass, but not only that, he gagged and retched and then had the temerity to complain that his butt was hairy and dirty. I whipped him on the spot, but he still refused. I could that public humiliation not let go unpunished and had him fucked by the bartender and a waiter we've both known for years."

"Dean spent the night in a suspension bondage. He will not be allowed to cum for at least the rest of the month. And I will fuck him daily and have him suck me. He will also get daily doses of the riding crop on his balls and the cane on his back added to daily maintenance spankings. I will not let him forget his insubordination any time soon."

Sarah had blanched at Samuel's words and had instinctively stepped back to hide behind her Mistress.

"And Rebecca, I'm only telling you because I know that the crowd at "Leo's" consists of nothing but horrible gossips. The story has probably already made the rounds of every lifestyle club in the City. And now tell me, are the two of you alright? Sarah looks sort of subdued."

"Let's just say that Dean was not the only submissive who misbehaved yesterday. I won't go into any details, but for the people at the restaurant it looked like nothing but a simple lover's quarrel, but Sarah will also have to earn back the privilege to have an orgasm, among other things."

"That sounds still rather lenient, but she's your sub and thus not my problem. You know best how to treat her. So, my friend, what do you need today?"

"A finger from a ginger hand, for cooking. Carrots, an ananas, 2 bananas, raspberries and strawberries, That should tide us over the weekend. Oh, and the biggest ginger hand you have. I have plans that do not involve putting it in a wok or Sarah's behind."

"I'll get everything ready, why don't the two of you step around the counter and have a look at my naughty boy? He will be glad to see friendly faces."

Dean was a tall blonde man with a swimmer's physique, he was lying under the counter on his side, bound in a cruel hog-tie that made Sarah hurt just looking at it. His back, buttocks and thighs were marked with colorful welts that let the marks from her own caning look almost harmless. His head was pulled back and he was wearing a gag that forced his jaws as far apart as possible. His penis was encased in a clear plastic tube. Sarah bent down, smiled at him and gently touched his cheek while Rebecca paid. When she stood up again she groaned softly at the sudden pain flaring up from her backside.