The Other Side of the Fence

She broke the kiss by nibbling and biting on my lower lip. Pulling at it till it was almost painful.

Looking into my eyes with both hunger and love while she stroked my hair she said, "You did such a good job my pet. I look forward to the day we've fully completed your training when I can offer you your permanent collar. The life we have after that will be more fulfilling and gratifying than you can imagine."

I took in her words but couldn't imagine being happier than I was at this moment.

She then slid off the bed and stood at the end, riding crop in hand, and instructed me to stand in front of her with my feet spread shoulder-width apart. When I had done so she told me to place both hands behind my neck and thrust my chest out towards her.

"This," she said, "is the "Present" position. It allows me to inspect your body and gives me access to both of those wonderful tits and my sweet cunt. If I were to give the command "Kneel and Present" you would drop to your knees and assume the same position making sure your knees were shoulder length apart. Do you understand my pet?"

"Yes, Mistress Kelly," I replied.

She turned away from me at that and returned to the dresser grabbing the other two cuffs. She then knelt in front of me and locked each one around my ankles. When she'd done so she retrieved the nipple clamps and stood in front of me.

"Do you know what these are slut?" she asked.

Feeling my pussy clench at the thought of her applying them to my incredibly sensitive nipples I answered, "Yes Mistress, I believe they're nipple clamps."

She smiled at me and said, "Good pet, it appears someone has been making use of the internet for something other than academics in the past month."

I blushed in reply.

"If I remember right my pet, those little nips of yours are very sensitive," she stated, "So the sensations you should get from this should be quite exquisite."

I watched as she twisted the metal ball counter-clockwise causing the clamps to open more as she did. She then brought the clamp up to my left nipple and slowly began to twist the ball in the other direction causing the tips to slowly close around my nipple.

When it was just tight enough to hold she grabbed the other clamp and repeated the process with my right nipple.

However this time she continued to twist the little red ball until I could feel it biting into my nipple, sending tiny shocks down to my core. I moaned in response.

"It's a delicious kind of pain isn't it pet," she said while smiling, "the kind that's right on the edge of being too much but is just within tolerance."

She then returned to the other side and tightened it until she got a similar response from me.

She then grabbed the ring at the center of the chain and pulled outwards on it stretching my nipples further than they'd ever been pulled. I felt my knees nearly buckle at the sensation and groaned my approval at her.

"I'm starting to believe you might be a bit of a pain slut my pet." she stated while looking down between my thighs, "there is cunt juice from my cunt literally dripping down your thighs right now."

She pulled on the chain again and I once again responded with a moan of approval.

She released the chain and told me to lay back fully on the bed with my legs spread and my hands clasped above my head. When I'd done as she instructed she retrieved the fifth cuff from her toy chest as well as one of the chains she'd laid out earlier. I tilted my neck back and watched her secure the cuff around the lower bar of her headboard. She then fed the length of the chain through the ring attached to it so there were equal lengths hanging to each side.

She then grabbed the chain still dangling from my left hand and fed it through the ring attached to the right cuff. She secured the two ends of the chain with a carabiner. Once she'd done that she grabbed both ends of the chain she'd secured to the cuff at the top of the headboard, and secured them to the same carabiner effectively immobilizing my hands above my head.

I watched quietly as she got down off the bed and returned to the dresser where she picked up the metal bar I'd observed earlier. I watched as she pulled at the pin at its center as she pulled on one end, extending the bar out to almost twice its original length.

She then placed it at my feet and one at a time, spread my legs further and used two more carabiners to attach them to the welded links at each end of the bar.

It was only then that she spoke, "This is a spreader bar. It allows me to make sure I have adequate access to that beautiful cunt of mine. There otherwise might come a time where you'd be tempted to close those beautiful thighs of yours, and we just couldn't have that."

I felt my pulse quicken even further at the thought but said nothing.

She returned to the dresser and once again picked up the crop in one hand, and the ball gag in the other. She then returned to the bed and sat next to me placing a hand on my right cheek.

"Now pet, we need to stop here and discuss the use of a safe word. Do you know what those are?" she asked.

I knew from some of the lesbian D/s erotica stories I'd read online precisely what she was talking about.

"Yes Mistress Kelly," I answered.

She smiled at me and responded, "Good girl, you have been doing some studying I see. Have you given any thought to what yours might be?"

I shook my head yes and said, "I thought it best to go with yellow to let you know I'm approaching my limits, and red to tell you I've reached them."

She nodded in response and asked, "And you understand that if I hear you say yellow, that I'll stop and we can reassess what's going on? But if you say red, then the scene will stop altogether."

"Yes Mistress Kelly," I answered.

She then picked up the ball gag and said, "Of course we also have to take into account how you'd signal me with this in place. We both know you can be a noisy little slut so it will at times be necessary for me to gag you. In those situations, I'd suggest you hum a song familiar to us both to signal your distress. I'll let you choose what tune that is."

I gave it brief thought before smiling and suggesting, "What about "London Bridge is falling down."

She laughed at my choice and said, "That will work. It's simplistic enough for you to remember under duress and rather apropos considering what it's meant to signify."

With us having reached an agreement regarding the safe words. She had me raise my head up while she inserted the ball into my mouth and carefully placed the straps between my neck and hair. She then tightened them till the gag was firmly held in place.

She then returned to her toy chest and retrieved what appeared to be a leather sleep mask. It was covered in red felt on one side while the other was dyed black.

She placed it around my head and over my eyes saying, "Having your sight taken away will only elevate the experience further. You won't know exactly what's coming at any given time."

I felt the crop tap firmly against my pussy causing me to jump, "Now while I give you my word that I will never permanently mark you. I do intend to push your limits as It's the only way I can find out exactly what they are. And while this may cause you some discomfort at times, I promise you I'm quite experienced at reading my pet's bodily responses, and I'll never go too far to fast."

With that, I felt her fingers spread my labia apart and could feel the cool air-conditioned air on my clit.

I jumped as she once again swatted at my clit with the crop, doing so over and over repeatedly until I began to moan and writhe about under the attack.

"Stay still slut," she commanded me firmly while swatting me firmly against both my inner thighs, "What is meant to be pleasurable can quickly turn into a punishment otherwise."

I forced myself to settle down at her words. I started counting down from ten to slow my rapid breathing.

Before I'd even reached five she began slapping my breasts with the crop hard enough that it stung. She did so repeatedly until I was sure they'd be covered in red welts when next I saw them.

Oddly enough though, despite all the stinging and pain, my pussy had never been wetter. My arousal was never so high.

Her torture of my body continued for what felt to me an inordinate amount of time. She alternated between pulling on the chain attached to my nipples, stretching them to their limit, to spanking my breasts, clit, or inner thighs with the crop. She alternated them at random. Never allowing me to predict what was coming next.

When I felt myself beginning to reach my limits the assault promptly stopped. The ball gag was then removed from my mouth.

"You did very well my pet. I'm pleased with your progress so far," she said adding, "so to reward you I'm going to allow you to pleasure me again. And while you do, I'm going to finger my tight little cunt."

At this, she leaned down directly next to my ear and said, "Now it's very important that you remember the rule that a pet can never come until her Mistress has been taken care of first. Then and only then can you come, and only once I've given you permission to do so. Do you understand?"

After I'd responded with the standard reply I felt the bed sag on each side of my head and smelled her musky fragrance as she lowered herself to my mouth. It was only then that I realized she was facing the opposite direction she'd been when she rode my face earlier in the night. As I began to lap at her juices I felt her fingers began to probe at my opening.

I moaned into her pussy as I felt the first one, then two fingers began to pump in and out of "her" cunt. I resisted thrusting my hips into each blow of her hands in hopes of slowing any impending orgasm. I instead tried to concentrate my efforts on eating her sweet pussy and making her come.

In response to my efforts, she sped up her attack curling her fingers inside me to hit that special place. As her palm would bottom out each time, she made sure it did so against my clit pushing me closer and closer to the brink.

I realized then she was trying to make me fail and decided I wouldn't go quietly. I latched on to her clit and began to viciously attack it with my tongue.

It had the desired effect as her attack on my pussy slowed as she began to grind her pussy into my face. "Oh you devious little bitch," she exclaimed before once again she began to finger me with a vengeance.

In the end, I won, but only by the narrowest of margins and only because her crashing orgasm forced her to stop her pounding of my hole. When she had recovered she once again began to stroke away, pumping those two fingers like pistons inside me while the heel of her palm ground away at my clit.

"Come now for me pet!" she ordered.

I was only too eager to please her doing just that. I had begun to thrust my hips into each of her strokes but froze with them in mid-air when the first wave of ecstasy hit me. I felt each wave as it rippled through my abdomen and shook my thighs repeatedly. When my shaking had at last ceased, I was vaguely aware of Kelly rising up off me.

I felt her release each of my ankles first and then remove the bar from between my feet. I was aware as she unlocked each of the ankle cuffs and removed them. A minute later I felt her warm breath on my right ear.

"I'm going to remove the nipple clamps now," she told me, "as I do, blood is going to rush back into them and at first the pain is liable to be quite exquisite. You need to keep in mind where you are though and promise me that you won't scream. After all, we can't have you waking our niece can we?"

I took in a deep breath and held it saying, "I promise Mistress Kelly."

Exquisite didn't quite describe the sensation. As she loosened the clamps and the blood once again rushed to all those nerve endings, they immediately began to scream in agony. I gritted my teeth in response and writhed my head back and forth while groaning in an attempt to stifle the urge to scream.

When the pain had backed off, she removed the blindfold. I blinked cautiously at the sudden onrush of light but was finally able to focus on her smiling face. She leaned down and kissed me tenderly before kissing her way up each cheek to lick away the tears my sudden pain had brought on.

She released my hands and removed the wrist restraints. I felt her above me doing something but wasn't quite sure what it was. It was only then that I realized I'd begun to shiver.

After a quick absence, I felt her warm body return to me. I turned into her wrapping an arm across her chest and a knee at her waist as I felt her covering us in a blanket.

I once again felt her warm breath at my ear as she gently whispered, "What you're feeling now is what's referred to as sub-space. It's your body's response to the erotic pain you experienced. The pain causes your brain to release lots of endorphins into your bloodstream. Those same hormones only serve to heighten any pleasurable stimulus you receive as a result. That's why your orgasm felt so intense. What you're feeling now is you coming down off that state of high and your mind slowly returning to a normal state. Don't worry though, I won't leave you. I'll be right here with you until you feel yourself again."

She then began to stroke my hair and hum to me a tune I couldn't quite place. Though I still felt a bit confused, I did knew I felt more loved in her arms at that moment than I ever had at any point in my life.

It was sometime later that I realized I badly needed to pee. I lifted my head to see whether Kelly had dozed off only to find her staring at me smiling.

"Need something?" she asked me.

I grinned at her and bashfully said, "Yeah, I need to use the potty."

She rolled her eyes at me and said, "You're just too cute sometimes."

When we had both relieved ourselves, we took a quick shower to rinse the smell of sex off our bodies. We simply kissed and held each other as the warm water rolled down our bodies.

When we'd dried off I went and found my brush and worked it through my long, wavy hair to prevent any bad tangles once it dried. Kelly meanwhile, put away the sexy outfit she'd been wearing and returned from her closet in a pair of black, french cut silk panties and the familiar sweatshirt she always wore at night when she went out to smoke.

I watched her reach into a drawer of her dresser and pull out a pair of pajama bottoms. "If you plan on going out with me you might want to put some of these on if you brought any."

Once I'd dug through my bag and found mine, I put them on and we quietly made our way into the kitchen. She quickly filled both of the wine glasses she'd brought with us from the bedroom. We then made our way out to our usual spot at the picnic table.

As she lit up I sighed and laid my head on her shoulder. She exhaled the smoke away from me and asked, "Are you okay? I didn't push you too hard did I?"

I lifted my head and turned it towards her, kissing her lips softly, "No baby, that was a sigh of contentment, not distress. I can't really describe what I'm feeling right now. But it's all good things, I promise."

My answer seemed to reassure her and I felt her body relax against mine.

I then grasped a hold of the sleeve of the baggy sweatshirt she wore and asked, "I'm not crazy am I? This is one of Dan's isn't it?"

She giggled in response and took another drag. After holding the smoke in her lungs briefly, she released it away from me and said, "Yeah, one of the earliest meetings he attended at the church, he took it off and hung it on the back of his chair. It was still springtime if you'll remember and a bit chilly at night. Well, I'd forgotten my jacket that night and not meaning any harm, I grabbed his sweatshirt and slipped it on when I went out to have a cigarette. How was I to know he was such a rabid anti-smoker?"

I laughed, "Let me guess, he didn't want it back after that?"

"Nope," she said, "even when I promised him I'd take it home and wash it before returning it to him, he insisted I keep it."

Holding her cigarette up in front of her she said, "I take it you never tried these unhealthy things."

My answer surprised her. "You know I do have a bit of a rebellious streak in me at times. Yes, I've smoked a few cigarettes and even a little marijuana, though never when I was around Dan of course. I've never done it with anyone I thought would rat me out to him. Mostly it was just Karla and I acting out when her parents were out of town."

As if to prove it to her I took the cigarette from her and brought it to my lips. I inhaled quickly before giving it back to her and tilting my head up to exhale the smoke into the night sky.

I yawned then and for the first time wondered what time it was.

"It's after midnight," she informed me as she took one last drag and stubbed out the cigarette, "we'd better get to bed and try and get some sleep. I'm sure a little girl we both know will be looking for our attention early in the morning."

We made our way back to her room and brushed our teeth and removed the warmer clothing we'd put on. I wore a long t-shirt and panties to sleep in while she, of course, wore a gray camisole with her black panties.

When we'd snuggled into bed I asked her, "You keep referring to my training. How long do you think it will take me?"

She explained to me that she wasn't sure for several reasons. The first being that she'd never trained a permanent pet. The second was the fact I was in school which would likely slow things down a good bit. She did mention that the more I could make it home on weekends the quicker things would progress. I suggested somewhat hopefully, that she was more than welcome to come spend the weekends with me during those times I couldn't get away. And to my relief, she seemed more than willing to accommodate my wishes.

"The last thing that will determine when your ready will be up to you. When that time comes I'll ask you to carefully consider if you are willing to become my permanent pet and companion. If you agree, then we will sit down and write up a binding agreement that clearly defines both our rights and expectations. Once we've both signed it, we'll hold a small ceremony among some like-minded friends where I will present you with your permanent collar."

"So it's kind of like a commitment ceremony or getting married in a way," I said while looking at her and smiling.

She smiled back at me with love in her eyes and said, "It's exactly like that."

And with that, I snuggled into her breast and easily fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning and instantly felt for Kelly but was disappointed to find myself alone. I could hear voices and occasional laughter coming from the direction of the den. After using the restroom and doing my normal morning routine I made my way towards the voices and laughter.

I immediately spotted CK huddled on the floor playing with her dolls. Kelly and Sara were sitting over at the dining room table drinking coffee and whispering to one another. When they spotted me they froze.

Kelly gave me an innocent smile and said, "Good morning babe."

Sara, however, couldn't contain herself and broke into giggles immediately upon spotting me. Kelly kicking her beneath the table only served to make her laugh harder.

Realizing the joke was on me, I gave my girlfriend a hard look, or at least I tried. This only served to make my sister laugh harder.

I marched past them both and straight to the kitchen to make myself a coffee. If I was going to be laughed at, I figured it was best to do it with some caffeine in my system.

When I turned to face them they were both just staring at me. I again gave my girlfriend another hard look which made my sister once again burst out laughing.

"You're not helping me any here Sis," Kelly complained while poking her sister in law in the arm. In response, Sara tucked her head but continued to giggle.