Sylvia Submits Part II

By Rod Ramsey

© 2004, all rights reserved.

Sylvia Submits Part II (F/F, cons, bond, spank)

As soon as she woke the following morning, Sylvia knew she had to
return to the shop where Kim worked. She had awakened from a dream in
which she was tied to a bed, eating Kim's pussy while a unknown man
fucked her relentlessly. The alarm clock sounding woke her before
she could see his face. With the memory of the dream fresh in her
mind, she decided she would submit to whatever Kim demanded of her
today.

She got up and prepared for school, carefully shaving her legs and
trimming her pubic hair. She picked out the shortest uniform skirt
that Saint Augustine's Academy would allow. Today was the last of her
finals and the last real day of school. Tomorrow would be spent
signing yearbooks and doing the practice for that night's graduation.
As she left she told her mom she would be late getting home tonight
and not to worry.

Her classes dragged on and it seemed the day would never end.
Everything reminded her of what she planned for after class and her
panties stayed damp the whole day. As classes ended she hurried out of
the school, heading for the shop, eager to once more please Kim. She
stopped at the diner on the corner, using the restroom to remove her
bra, tying the white uniform blouse below her small breasts.

"Well hello there," Kim said as Sylvia entered the shop. "Don't you
look like the sexiest little schoolgirl."

"Thank you Kim," she replied, dropping her bookbag to the floor and
spinning around. "I wore this just for you."

"You did?" Kim replied. "So you want more do you?"

"Yes I do," she replied.

"Call me Mistress then."

"Yes Mistress," she responded, feigning a pout and batting her eyes.

"Tell me what you want little girl."

"I want you to tie me up, Mistress."

"Come over here and kneel in front of me," Kim said pointing to the
floor in front of her.

Sylvia quickly moved to kneel at Kim's feet. She restrained herself
from bending down to kiss the dark haired woman's feet. Kim ran her
hands through Sylvia's hair, tipping the girl's head back.

"Will you please me with your mouth if I agree to tie you up, little
subby girl?" she asked.

"Yes Mistress," Sylvia said, her mouth watering with desire to taste
Kim's pussy.

Sylvia bent forward as Kim lifted her skirt, revealing her naked pussy
to the girl's gaze. Sylvia stuck out her tongue and licked the length
of Kim's pussy as the older girl took a tiny step forward to settle
her pussy on the willing girl's face. Sylvia felt her own juices
really start to flow as she flicked her tongue over Kim's clit.
Kissing and licking, she savored the taste of pussy. Her hands started
rubbing Kim's legs, working their way higher up her thighs. Kim tapped
her on the head and tilted her head back by her ponytail.

"Put your hands behind your back," she instructed. "I want you to use
just your mouth to get me off."

"Yes Mistress," she replied, complying with Kim's orders.

With her hands clasped behind her back, she returned to licking Kim's
pussy. She could feel the juices coating her face and beginning to
trail down her chin. Sylvia allowed herself to get lost in the joy of
pleasing Kim, her focus on teasing her mistress and hearing the moans
coming from above. She barely felt Kim's hands as they gripped her
hair, pulling her mouth tight to the woman's pussy. Her only
acknowledgment to Kim's orgasm was to increase the speed of her tongue
across Kim's clit and her sucking of the fluids flowing freely out of
her pussy.

Reluctantly she allowed her mouth to be pulled from Kim's pussy.
Standing as Kim pulled her up, gently by the hair. As Kim kissed her
lips, the woman's tongue entered her mouth as their lips met.

Breaking the kiss Kim asked, "Did you enjoy that little girl?"

"Yes Mistress," Sylvia replied, as Kim reached down to cup her ass.

"Such a good girl," Kim said, stepping back.

Kim slid her hands up over Sylvia's stomach, the girl trembling
slightly as Kim's hands reached her tits. She felt the warmth of the
touch through her blouse as Kim flicked her fingers across her
nipples. Sylvia closed her eyes and arched her back, presenting her
tits to Kim's touch, the sensation sending goose bumps down her spine.

"Let's see those tits," Kim said.

As she reached for the knot in the blouse the door chime sounded and
Kim pulled away.

"Shit!" Kim said. "I forgot to lock the damn door. Go in the back room
and wait for me, Sylvia."

"Yes Mistress," she replied, kissing Kim then heading for the door to
the back room.

Once in the back room, Sylvia slipped off her blouse, hanging it on a
shelf support. She rubbed her fingers across her hard nipples,
enjoying the sensation as she started to wander through the storeroom
once more. Her eyes fell on the bench where she had experienced her
first real taste of bondage, the memory giving her chills and making
her already soaked pussy even wetter. She resisted the urge to strip
off her skirt and panties, to lay naked on the bench once more.
Instead she continued to look around, her gaze falling on a set of
leather cuffs and a hood laying on the workbench. Did she dare to put
them on? Would Kim be mad if she did so with out permission? She
picked up one of the cuffs, tentatively placing it around her wrist,
not daring to fasten the bright brass buckle.

Picking up the hood she examined it carefully, the eyes surrounded by
snaps for a cover, the mouth an oval with no visible way of closing it
off. Turning it over she found a hole just above the top of the laces
that would be perfect for her ponytail to fit through. Movement by the
door caused her to look up to see Kim standing there with a smile on
her face.

"Go ahead and put it on if you want Little Girl," she said, picking up
Sylvia's blouse and walking over to the girl.

"May I?" Sylvia asked.

"Sure. Remember, I'll let you go anytime you ask."

Sylvia lifted the hood to her head, tilting it forward to slip the
black leather over it. Her hands trembled with nervous anticipation as
she slid it down, the cool leather caressing her cheeks. Kim moved
behind her to slip her long brown hair through the hole.

"How does that feel?" Kim asked.

"A little weird," she replied. "Your voice is muffled and I can hardly
see."

"I'm going to pull the laces snug. Let me know if they get to tight or
it starts to pinch anywhere."

Sylvia stood there, feeling the hood snug down on her face and head.
She didn't even realize she had let her hand stray to the front of her
skirt and press in against her pussy until Kim took her wrists,
pulling her hands behind her back.

"No playing with yourself, Little Girl," she admonished. After
finishing securing the hood, Kim picked up Sylvia's blouse and held it
out for her. "Let's put your blouse back on for a while shall we. I
have an idea and don't want you too exposed," she said as Sylvia
slipped her arms into the sleeves.

Kim pulled the opening over Sylvia's breasts, just covering the
nipples but leaving it undone. She then picked up one of the wrist
cuffs, holding it out for Sylvia's wrist. Sylvia meekly held out her
arm, letting Kim secure first the one then the other wrist. She stood
there getting used to the feel of the hood and cuffs while Kim
rummaged in a box for something.

"Ah. Here we go," Kim said turning to Sylvia. "This should fit
nicely."

Kim returned to Sylvia's side holding a black leather strap in her
hand. Sylvia looked at it, trying to figure out what it was. Kim had
brought it to her neck before she realized that it was a collar of
some kind. Kim kissed the girl on the lips, through the hole in the
hood after fastening the collar around her neck.

"Oh, God you look so sexy like that," she said.

"Thank you Mistress," Sylvia replied. "My panties are soaked from just
the thought of what you're doing to me."

"Good," Kim responded, sticking out her tongue and tracing it along
Sylvia's lips. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Come on," Kim replied, taking Sylvia by the collar and leading her to
the front of the store.

Sylvia let herself be led out, standing patiently as Kim unlocked the
door to a cell like room to the side of the counter. Kim led her to
the center of the cell then turned her around, facing out into the
store. She took one of Sylvia's wrists and secured it to a ring on the
wall before Sylvia could react.

"Mistress, I don't think I want to do this," she complained. "People
will be able to see me."

"That's the idea Little Girl. But there's a curtain I can pull so only
special friends can get to look at your body," Kim replied. "Besides,
you're still clothed and with the hood no one will recognize you."

"I'm still scared. Please don't let anyone see me," she begged.

"Okay. For now I'll pull the curtain whenever someone comes in," Kim
replied as she finished securing the second wrist to the opposite side
of the cell.

"Thank you Mistress," Sylvia said, testing the bonds she found herself
in.

Kim left the cell, going to the counter then returning with a long
white feather. Her smile made Sylvia shiver with anticipation, knowing
there was no escape from Kim's attack. Kim started with tracing the
tip of the feather horizontally on her neck, along the small strip of
bare skin between the hood and the collar. Sylvia giggled and tried to
twist away as the feather drifted down between her breasts. The
twisting action did nothing to dissuade Kim, only serving to expose
Sylvia's nipples to her attack. Kim let Sylvia squirm and twist as the
feather tickled her breasts and stomach. Giggling and moaning from the
attack, she realized her nipples were rock hard as the feather
continued to brush against them. Sylvia could feel the wetness
starting to leak down her thighs.

Kim broke off the attack when the door chime indicated a customer. She
shut the cell door with a clang, then pulled the curtain closed. A
frustrated Sylvia found herself chained in a darkened cell, her
breathing coming in shallow gasps as she tried to get it under
control.

She could barely hear the voices from the other side of the closed
curtain. A man talking to Kim about riding leathers and a custom seat
for his hog, amongst other things. Sylvia had just realized that they
were talking about motorcycles when the man finished his business and
left. Kim returned a minute later, this time holding a small whip in
one hand and a bright metal vibrator in the other.

"Are you ready for part two, Little Girl?" she asked.

Sylvia couldn't pull her eyes off the whip, "Please don't hurt me,"
she replied quietly a slight tremble in her voice.

"It won't hurt too much," Kim replied. "I promise. Just call for
'Mercy' if it get's too intense."

Sylvia tried to watch as Kim ducked under her arm and stepped behind
her, the restraints making it difficult. She could feel Kim begin to
run the vibrator over her shoulders and down her back. Kim's free hand
lifted her skirt from behind. She wiggled her bottom as Kim's  hand
slid over her panty clad ass, squeezing her asscheeks.

"Naughty girl," Kim said. "Slave girl's don't get to wear panties.
I'll have to punish you for that. Bring your legs together and let's
get them off."

Sylvia did as she was told, feeling Kim grip her panties and pull them
down. She dutifully stepped out of them as they reached the floor. Kim
was holding her skirt up with one hand, as she felt the vibrator touch
her again. Starting below the knee, Kim slowly brought it up to touch
Sylvia's ass. Without being told she spread her legs, giving Kim
access to her pussy. Kim teased the vibrator over Sylvia's pussy and
ass, making her squirm. She tried to lower herself onto the vibrating
toy as Kim ran it over her cunt.

"Not so fast," Kim said pulling the vibrator away. "You still need to
be punished. What word do you use if it gets to bad?"

"Mercy, Mistress," Sylvia replied hoping she wouldn't need to use it.

"That's right," Kim replied.

The sting of the whip surprised her, causing Sylvia to yelp in pain.
The second blow was lighter and landed just above the first one.
Sylvia clamped her mouth shut as the whip landed for a third time,
determined not to cry out. She felt the blows landing on her butt and
thighs. Kim paused and ordered her to spread her legs as far apart as
she could. Fearfully she complied, worried that Kim would start
whipping her drenched pussy. Four swats on the inside of each thigh
and then another pause.

The vibrator touching the top of her ass crack brought a moan to her
lips. She felt the cold metal as Kim moved it down, over her asshole
and onto her pussy. The sensation of her burning ass and the vibrator
touching her clit surprised her by causing  a mild orgasm. She knew it
was only a prelude to a much bigger one that was building as Kim slid
the smooth vibrating metal into her pussy.

"Damn, always the interruptions," Kim said as the door chimed once
again.

Sylvia cried out in frustration as Kim pulled the vibrator from her
pussy. "Lock the door Mistress. I was so close," she begged as Kim
exited the cell.

Standing in the gloom, Sylvia could feel the wetness on her pussy lips
cooling. She dared not bring her legs together in fear of displeasing
Kim. The voice from the other side of the curtain this time sounded
like a woman's. After few minutes, Kim pulled back the edge of the
curtain to look in on her. She tried smiling through the mask, it's
mouth hole restricting the movement.

"How are you doing, Little Girl?" Kim asked.

"Frustrated Mistress," Sylvia replied.

"Oh, poor baby. I have a request," Kim said. "One of my dearest
friends is here and would like to take a look at you."

"No Mistress. Please don't let anyone else see me," Sylvia replied.

"I won't let her touch you. She just wants a quick peek at your
luscious body," Kim responded. "I'll make it worth your while if you
let me."

Sylvia was torn, the thought of being seen in this predicament
exciting and frightening her at the same time. She decided to trust
Kim and nodded her head in consent. Kim pulled the curtain aside to
reveal Sylvia to the woman outside the cell. Sylvia almost cried out
with renewed fear. The woman standing on the other side of the counter
was Mrs. Jensen, one of the English teachers from her school.

"My, my," she said. "Is this one of my girls or did you find the
schoolgirl uniform at a thrift shop?

"I think she's one of yours," Kim answered.

"She looks yummy," Mrs. Jensen said. "What did you say her name was?"

"Now Anne, I'm not going to tell you that," Kim answered.

"Well, knowing you it's one of my Seniors. So there isn't any time
left for me to molest her at school anyway. I would dearly love to
whip those lovely tits though."

Anne Jensen watched Sylvia as Kim unlocked the cell door. She walked
up to Sylvia and pinched her nipples. Sylvia resisted the urge to cry
out as Kim played with her tits in front of her teacher. Kim smiled at
her then returned to the front of the store, pulling the curtain
closed behind her. Sylvia relaxed in her bonds, letting out the breath
she didn't know she had been holding.

Kim returned a minute later, holding the butterfly vibrator from
yesterday's session. "The store's closed and we can have some fun,"
she said as she kneeled in front of Sylvia. Kim loosened the fasteners
on Sylvia's skirt, letting the material slip down her legs. Sylvia
watched as Kim lifted the butterfly vibrator to her clit, fastening it
around her waist. The buzz of the unit on her body causing her to
moan. Kim stood up holding the small whip she had used on Sylvia's ass
earlier.

"You like that don't you?" Kim asked.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Was that one of your teachers?" Kim asked, swinging the whip to
softly land on Sylvia's chest.

"Yes, Mistress," Sylvia replied. "Mrs. Jensen, our English teacher."

Kim swung the whip again, "Did you know she was a Dom?"

Sylvia winced in pain before answering, "No Mistress."

Sylvia could feel the heat and pain building as Kim swung the whip
lightly several times, working the strands over her breasts. The
combined assault on her breasts and the vibrator working her clit
caused Sylvia's climax to again  take her by surprise. She cried out
in a loud scream as the sensations washed over her body. Her legs gave
out when Kim swung the whip in an underhand arc, striking her directly
on her pussy.

Hanging by her wrists, she slowly became aware that Kim had removed
the vibrator and replaced it with her mouth. She struggled to regain
her footing, fighting the growing need to cum again. Kim's tongue
flicking over her clit brought on a another orgasm before she could
reduce the strain on her arms.

"Mercy. Mercy, Mistress," she cried as Kim's onslaught with her tongue
caused her legs to give way with yet one more  orgasm.

Kim wrapped her arms around Sylvia's hips and lifted her up, helping
the girl to regain her footing. She stood up and unhooked Sylvia's
wrist from one side of the cell, then released the other side.

"Are you okay?" Kim asked.

"Yes. It was just so intense. I just lost control," Sylvia replied.

Sylvia tasted her own juices on Kim's lips when she brought them down
for a kiss. She didn't resist as Kim pulled her arms and locked them
behind her back.

"Have you had enough?" Kim asked. "Or would you like to try something
else?"

"I want to try something else," she replied. "But I'm so weak I don't
know if I could stand it."

Clipping a leash to  Sylvia's collar  she pulled the girl out of the
cell, "Come on. I have a place where you can lay down."

Sylvia followed Kim obediently into the back room. She balked when Kim
opened the door to the back hallway.

Kim tugged on the leash, "Come on. It's okay, no one's going to see
you."

Sylvia could feel every hair on her body stand up with goose pimples
as she stepped into the narrow corridor. Kim stopped in front of a
door, producing a key to unlock it. Her eyes grew wide with wonder as
she entered the spacious apartment.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, looking around at all the leather furniture.

"My boyfriend, Ted, is very good with leather," Kim explained. "He
used to make custom furniture but found more esoteric items paid
better."

"Speaking of your boyfriend, he's not going to come home and find me
like this?" Sylvia asked. "Is he?"

"No. Ted's out of town until Sunday night for a convention in Las
Vegas," Kim replied. "It's just you and me this evening. Come on, I'll
show you where you can lay down."

Kim tugged Sylvia's leash and led her into a room filled with more
bondage gear. She had Sylvia lay down on a leather covered table,
securing her wrists and ankles to straps at the corners. Kim leaned
over to suck one of Sylvia's nipples into her mouth, her hand sliding
down the girl's stomach to flick over her clit.

"Comfy?" Kim asked.

"Yes," Sylvia replied.

"That should be, yes, Mistress."

"I'm sorry. Yes, Mistress," Sylvia said. "Please forgive me."

"Maybe another few swats on the tits for a punishment."

"Yes, Mistress. If you think I deserve it."

"No. I think something else," Kim replied. "First we need to get that
hood off."

Kim knelt next to Sylvia's head and loosened the ties on the hood. She
worked the hood off and kissed Sylvia on the forehead. Sylvia tilted
her head back trying to make contact with Kim's lips. Kim teased the
girl, brushing her lips across Sylvia's then pulling back as she
strained to make full contact. Kim laughed lightly as she stood up.

"Much better," she said. "I want to see the look on your face as I do
this next part."

Sylvia tilted her head and watched as Kim walked away, stripping off
her blouse and letting the skirt drop to the floor as she reached a
built in cabinet. She had no idea what Kim intended to do and her
pussy itched in anticipation. Her eyes  focused on Kim's ass swaying
as the black haired woman stood at the counter preparing she knew not
what. When Kim turned around she saw the woman had fastened a gold
chain between her breasts, held in place by a small clamp on each
nipple. Kim twirled a second set of clamps in her hand, letting the
chain wrap around her extended index and middle fingers.  

"This is not going to be fun," Sylvia thought as Kim returned to her
side.

Kim smiled down at the tied girl as she reached her side, letting one
end of the clamps dangle onto Sylvia's breast.

"You're not really going to put those on me, are you?" Sylvia asked.

"Of course. Unless you would rather I whip you instead," Kim replied.

"Um, they look pretty scary," she replied, her fright evident in her
tone of voice. She as seriously close to asking Kim to let her go at
the thought of having her tits clamped.

"These are mere toys. See how the tips are coated with plastic? Not
like the ones I'm wearing," Kim responded, twisting the small clamp on
her left tit.

Still smiling she gripped Sylvia's right nipple between her thumb and
forefinger, twisting and stretching it. Even though Sylvia enjoyed the
touch of Kim's fingers as they played with her tit, her eyes focused
on the clamp as Kim brought it closer to the now hard nubbin. Sylvia
shivered as the clamp touched her skin, the pressure on her nipple
growing as Kim tightened it.

"Not to tight is it?" Kim asked.

"No, it's okay," she replied.

"Good," Kim said, gripping the left tit.

Slowly Kim tightened the clamp down on Sylvia's tit. Fascinated she
watched as  her nipple compressed between  the rubber coated jaws. The
pressure  was more intense this time as Kim continued to tighten this
side more. A small whimper of pain finally escaped her lips, causing
Kim to back the pressure off somewhat. Kim's fingers began dancing
lightly over the skin of her breasts, teasing and tickling. She had
begun to ignore the pressure on her nipples under Kim's soft touches
when Kim flicked the clamps with her fingers.

"Ohwoo," she moaned.

"Poor baby," Kim responded, then bent forward to flick her nipples
with her tongue.

Kim's hand slid down her stomach and she began teasing Sylvia's clit
as she continued the oral assault on her nipples. Once more she could
feel the growing ache of an impending orgasm. Kim pulled her mouth and
hands away just before she went over the edge leaving her frustrated
and longing for release.

"Kim, please," Sylvia cried plaintively as Kim stepped away from the
table.

"That should be Mistress," Kim responded from the cabinet. "You need
to learn. If you're going to be my toy I decide when you get to cum."

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry Mistress."

"What will you do to prove you're sorry?"

"Anything, Mistress."

"Anything?" Kim said returning to her side, now holding a paddle and
ball gag.

"Will you let me  gag you and give you ten hard swats with this paddle
for forgetting to call me Mistress?" Kim asked.

Sylvia trembled in fear at the thought of being paddled. The ache in
her loins and fear that Kim would send her away  competing with fear
of the paddle.  Kim solved her immediate  dilemma by setting the
paddle down and kissing her on the mouth.

Breaking the kiss Kim looked down at her, "You know I'll make it worth
your while?"

"I'm scared," she whispered as Kim slipped a finger into her pussy.
"If you gag me there  won't be any way for me to call for mercy."

"True. You know I won't seriously hurt you," Kim relied. "Anne Jensen
would never forgive me if I damaged one of her girls. Even if you are
graduating tomorrow."

Kim didn't give her a chance to get on the edge of orgasm again before
pulling her finger from Sylvia's pussy. Sylvia watched as she swung
the ball gag in one hand as she licked her juices from the other.

"Okay, you can spank me with the paddle."

"Good girl," Kim replied. "Open wide," she said bringing the gag to
Sylvia's mouth.

Slowly she opened her mouth, letting Kim insert the gag. Kim lifted
her head to secure the strap. Then she released her right arm from the
bench, quickly moving to secure it to one of the rings on her collar.
The left arm followed soon after before Kim released her legs.  As Kim
tugged on her leash, Sylvia climbed off the table. Kim led her to a
leather covered horse.

"Spread your legs," she said to Sylvia, kneeling to secure her legs to
the horse's legs. "Do I need to secure your arms to or are you going
to take your paddling like an obedient little slave?"

Sylvia shook her head and tried to tell her mistress that she would be
good. All that came through the gag however were grunts and mumbles.

"Was that a good slave?" Kim asked.

Sylvia nodded her head, confirming her answer. As Kim smiled at her
response she pulled her shoulders back, raising and presenting her
tits.  Kim reached up to twist the clamps still attached to her
nipples, tightening them a little more before stepping behind Sylvia.
Sylvia twisted her neck to watch Kim as she stood behind her tapping
the paddle lightly on her own thigh.

"Face front little slave," she admonished Sylvia.

Facing forward Sylvia tensed as the paddle touched her ass, Kim
rubbing it over the soft flesh. She jumped in her bonds as Kim brought
the hard wooden paddle down onto her ass, eliciting a squeal of pain.
She felt the fire spreading and squealed again as the paddle struck
her a second time. The tears started to form in her eyes as the third
blow landed.  Even as she felt the tears start to flow down her face,
she felt the first drops of passion leak from her pussy and start to
run down her inner thigh.  Biting down on the gag she fought the urge
to continue crying out as the blows landed. Kim paused to snuggle up
to her backside, her tongue teasing Sylvia's ear as she reached around
to tweak her nipples.

"That was five. Are you doing okay?" she whispered.

Sylvia tried to mumble "Yes Mistress," through the gag and nodded her
head.

"Five more and then I'll make you feel so much better," she said,
letting go of the nipples and stepping away.

Sylvia felt the remaining blows land faster than she could count. Her
high pitched squeal of pain loud in her own ears. The burning
sensation on her ass overpowering her desire even as Kim cupped her
pussy.

"You look so lovely like that," Kim said. "Such a lovely shade of
red."

As Kim spoke a finger slipped up to enter Sylvia as she cried from the
paddling. She felt Kim kiss her neck, just above the collar. Her pain
eased as Kim began kissing gently down her back, little nips and licks
as she went. Kim licked a line across her ass then blew a soft breath
on the abused skin, all the while keeping a finger slowly fucking
Sylvia's pussy.

Sylvia moaned audibly through the gag as Kim pulled away. Stepping to
the front she took Sylvia's wrists loose from the collar, silently
pulling her down to bend over the horse and locking her arms to the
legs.

Trapped in this position she could not see what Kim was doing. She
waited in frustration as the seconds ticked by and Kim still failed to
touch her. She wasn't even sure Kim was still in the room. Finally
Kim's hands returned to her, rubbing up the outside of her legs from
the knee the spread her ass cheeks. The pain was fading quickly now as
she felt Kim's lips kiss her at the top of her ass, the woman's kisses
gradually descending. When Kim kissed the pucker of her asshole she
subconsciously tensed, having never had a lover touch her in such an
intimate way.

"Relax Little Slave," Kim said quietly before kissing her asshole
again.

Sylvia closed her eyes and tried to relax as Kim continued the oral
assault on her ass. Feeling Kim's fingers once more pressing against
her pussy, she concentrated on the growing ache of an oncoming orgasm.
She could feel  Kim gently but insistently forcing  her tongue into
her asshole. The touch of Kim's free hand playing across her clit
driving all thought from her brain.

A blinding white light enveloped her as her climax hit. Sylvia found
her body spasming uncontrollably as waves of intense pleasure flowed
through her body.

Darkness. Confused and dazed Sylvia woke in a strange bed. The memory
of her last orgasm fresh in her thoughts as she looked around the
spacious bedroom. A glow from an open doorway barely lighting the
room. She stretched on the soft bedding, before rolling to the edge
and climbing out. Her skirt and blouse were laid out at the foot of
the bed. She  left the clothes where they were, unsure if she should
dress. Stepping  to the lit doorway she discovered  a bathroom. After
relieving her overfull bladder she wandered to the other door and out
into Kim's livingroom.

"Ah, you're awake," Kim said from the sofa. "Did you enjoy your nap?"

"Yes  Mistress," she replied, walking over to stand next to Kim as she
reclined.

"Kneel slave," Kim said.

"Yes Mistress,"  she replied, kneeling before her.

"I take it you still want to be my slave?"

"Yes Mistress. I've never had orgasms this good." Sylvia paused to
feel the collar still fastened around her neck. "Every one is better
than the last."

"Well, I understand you're graduating tomorrow. Would you like to come
over for the weekend?" she asked.

"Yes Mistress," she replied. "I would love to be your slave for the
weekend."

Kim swung her leg off the sofa to rub her foot along Sylvia's cheek.
"I must warn you that I'll show you off to my friends."

"Why? Why can't you keep me to yourself?"

"It's all part of being a slave," Kim replied. "A slave isn't as much
fun if she can't be shared. Think about how good your last orgasm was.
Imagine how explosive one could be when others are watching."

"I don't know Mistress. It's just seems to much right now."

Kim sat up and leaned forward to pull Sylvia to her by the collar. As
she kissed her, Kim unbuckled the collar from Sylvia's neck.

"Just think about it," she said. "I'm sure we could still get together
once in a while if you choose not to."

Sylvia smiled at that, "Thank you Mistress. I'll think about it."

"Good girl. Now  go get dressed. I've ordered a pizza and it should be
here soon."

"Yes Mistress," she replied getting to her feet just as the doorbell
rang. "Oh, good timing." Closing the door behind her she realized just
how hungry she was.

Kim was lounging on the sofa again when she returned to the
livingroom. A bottle  of wine and a pizza box on the coffee table. Kim
was chewing on a piece and indicated the spot next to her as Sylvia
approached.  Sylvia grabbed a paper napkin and a piece of pizza as Kim
leaned forward to pour her a glass of wine.

"I hope you like vegetarian," she said as Sylvia bit in to her first
slice.

"Mmm, pizza with anything but anchovies is fine," Sylvia replied
savoring the taste. "You're not mad at me 'cause I don't want a bunch
of people to see me as your slave."

Kim laughed softly, "Not at all. Sylvia, this is just a game. I would
never be mad because you don't want to play. It's not for everyone,
some people think it's perverted and some get off on it"

"So, I just get off on it a little bit. What does that make me?"
Sylvia replied with a chuckle.

"Curious. Someone who isn't afraid to take a risk.  My offer still
stands for the weekend if you change your mind. I'm going to a ladies
only club in Center City on Saturday night." Kim paused to fill her
own glass and offer more to Sylvia. "I think you'll enjoy being shown
off if you give it a chance."

"I'll think about it," Sylvia replied sipping on the very good wine.
"Just don't count on it."

"Sure. So what are your plans for after graduation?" Kim asked.

"I have a part time job at the JiffyMart for the summer. In August I
start at State College as a Freshman."

Sylvia and Kim talked until late into the evening, their discussion
flowing from school and work to bondage and disciplining young
recalcitrant slaves. As she left Kim's apartment she noticed a framed
photo of Kim, naked and bound, mounted on the wall near the front
door. That vision stayed with her as she headed home.

--Fin--