The woman smiles hearing the tinkle of urine, "About time" When Liz finishes the woman takes her arm and pulls her to her feet. "Good girls feel pleasure consume them. It's a shame you were too slow." Liz was feeling crushed by the withdrawing pleasure and the release of the energy she had been feeling. The woman's words seemed impatient and unkind. There was a hint of something unsaid that Liz picked up in the interaction of this woman and her. The woman turns and walks out turning to the right instead of to the left leaving Liz to make her own way behind her. Se goes into an open room remnate of a rec room with old couches and chairs a TV up on TV table and a pool table. Liz stood up and wiped herself as best she could. Her head hung low in shame at not pleasing her or doing as she was asked. She watched the woman disappear out of sight and proceeded to follow her for she knew she had to. She was stumbling with her chains as she walked clumsily along. Trying just to keep up was a chore in of itself for Liz. Her mind started to think of how she became this way and only remembered the intense pleasure and dreamlike instances of it. Her heart wanted to feel that again. Turning around she watches as Liz makes her way towards her, "Good girls dont keep their mistress waiting." Walking along Liz made the right choice to where the woman went and stood just a few feet behind her. She stopped to rest and get her balance back. The woman's words clutched at her heart. In a meek voice she whispered, "I am sorry." Looking down now she wanted run away and hide in shame.

The woman walks up to Liz and taking hold of her by the hair kisses her hard, her hand seeking and entering Liz's unprepared flower. "Good girl" she says her finger moving in and out pumping Liz's wet cunt. Before that thought could manifest itself Liz felt the woman near her and handle her as if a piece of furniture. Her head went back and she yelped. It was muffled quickly by the woman's kiss. Then the words that came next sent Liz spinning again into that strange bliss she had just minutes ago. Her own body leapt and embraced the seeking snake like finger and the tongue of this woman who had power over her now. The praise swept her with tiny needles and pins sensation and she felt herself grow weak and full of a passion. "You need to be my good girl dont you... pet" she coos and kisses Liz once more her finger driving and wiggling like a worm on a hook inside Liz. Liz managed to nod at the question given to her. She wanted to be that good girl and to feel the pleasure always though she did not fully understand why yet. The word that caught her attention was "pet" and made her melt even more. The love that is showered on Liz mixes in with the pleasure that is being generated and her mind goes into the fuzzy coma it had experienced the night before. Her body started to move into the woman's touches and moans were heard coming from Liz but she did not care for the pleasure was coming.

Moving her hips and trying to fuck the squirming finger, Liz gasps and moans as she reaches near orgasm. It is denied her as the woman withdraws her finger and teases her with it. The woman slides her finger against Liz's lips, "Suck and cum." The smell of juices and the pleasure apparent as it is smeared onto Liz's lips and she tastes her own juices. She wants to gag but tries hard not to for not wanting to be bad again. Taking a breath Liz finds the finger now in her mouth. Pressing the finger in she strokes it in and out of Liz's mouth. The sight would have appalled her but the thoughts of pleasure it would bring her and the more importantly desire for it, made Liz suck it clean. Pulling the finger out, "Good girls dont run away," the woman said. Liz whimpered as it was withdrawn and nodded at the woman and her next rule. If she wanted to remain good she had to stay. If she could have the pleasure she would stay she thought to herself. The woman digs into a pocket and pulls out a key and removes the handcuffs and then the ankle irons. "Kneel." she says pointing to the ground before her. It was getting harder though to stand and be held by the woman but soon found herself being unbound. The chains and cuffs fell off of her easily. Liz watched them fall and felt freedom near.

Her mind tried hard to comprehend the events as they unfolded. Instead of maybe trying to hit her captor Liz took her hands and touched herself and felt a wave a pleasure hit. "Cum and let the pleasure give you everything." she says to Liz. "Cum for me and wash away the bad girl." Liz without hesitation this time found herself moving into a kneeling position hoping she would be fast enough and maintain the pleasure she was feeling. The words seem to surround her as she began to play with herself again and feel her body start to throb and delight in the play. She would be screaming at herself for doing this but it felt so good and she wanted it. Her eyes started to lose focus as she dug her fingers inside of her and fed the sexual hunger her body had. The praise from the woman just drove her deeper into her frenzy and elation. She takes the cuffs over to an end table as the sounds of Liz pleasuring herself comes to her ears. "Good girl" she says looking back over her shoulder at Liz lost in the pleasure. Grabbing a chair she comes back and sits down in front of Liz watching her not saying a word but with a smile on her lips and her hands working between her legs. Liz could smell added pleasure but did not seem to care or notice that the woman now was in front of her getting off as well.

The smell of Liz's musk hangs heavy in the air as the woman watches her playing with herself. "Only I can bring you to this pleasure. No one else." she says as her hand reaches up go squeeze and pull at her nipple the other hand between her legs still. The need of pleasure filling Liz's whole being as she continues to play with herself. Liz's fingers are buried deep in her and one hand stroking her breasts and clit in alternating movements. Her mind not focused much on anything but receptive to the touches of pleasure and the words from the woman. They seem to echo just inside of Liz as she listens to them. Her body aching to achieve the ultimate pleasure and pushes herself toward it. Nothing seems to work but she hangs near an unfelt edge that grips her mind and turns her toward it with each stroke from her hands. She moans and breathes trying to reach what seems unreachable and impossible. Satisfied that Liz is caught up in rapture of pleasure the woman stands up and heads up the stairs leaving Liz alone. After about five minutes she comes down nude and carrying a bundle of clothing. She sets the clothes beside Liz and sits down. Liz never notices the woman getting up and leaving her. Time was not a factor at this moment for Liz. The scent she remembers vaguely returns and drives her further to masturbate and find the pleasure. In her minds eye Liz can see the goal of her desires. As she plays and fondles herself, Liz finds hope that she may reach it.

The woman opens her legs, her shaven flower showing red puffy lips and the glistening dew of her excitement. Her musk wafts out and mixes with Liz's. "Good girl... live for pleasure, only I can give." she says as her finger dips into herself. Sliding down in the chair exposing herself to Liz sending her musk and pleasure to Liz. Liz's mind wraps around the spoken words her body seems to know. "Live... pleasure...you." she repeats as her mind digests what is needed. Her fingers still working on her body she says in a breathless voice, "Time to stop." She takes the wet fingers from between her legs and points to the clothing beside Liz. Liz does not want to stop but knows that if she does not she will be a bad girl. Not wanting to be again that bad girl, Liz with all her strength and might stops from gaining the pleasure, withdraws her hands and whimpers as he body still pushes onward. "Get dressed..." The woman says as she waves her cum soaked fingers back and forth before Liz. "But" she pauses then continues, "Taste first, my good girl." Her eyes get adverted to the woman and her wet dripping fingers. They follow them like a snake. Liz seeing the clothes and nods going too slowly reaches for them. She only stops when the fingers present themselves to her lips and she opens her mouth to receive them. She fights the urge to gag and sucks on them as she had done her own. The words of praise and acceptance of her act washes away the impulse to gag and any other negative thoughts as she sucks at the fingers.

Withdrawing her fingers from Liz's mouth she smiles as Liz makes little sucking motions at them as if she were a baby seeking a nipple. "Get dressed" she commands and moves her fingers back to her nether regions and dipping in to her honey pot. The woman herself was turned on by her own power and dominance of another. She watches Liz as Liz slowly gets dressed in her old clothing the blouse still missing its buttons from about half way down. With her free hand the woman gestures at the stairway. "Look at the stairs... That way lies freedom." as Liz starts to move away the woman adds, "But," There was a pause from the woman. She moves her hand back to her breast pulling at it her other fingers buy rubbing her clit and her cum leaking the musk overpowering other smells. "Bad girls leave forever..." Liz starts to walk toward them and stops hesitantly. She wants to go but then what would happen once she got up the stairs.

The woman calls out as Liz starts to move to the stairs, "Liz..." When Liz turns back she takes her fingers out and bringing them to her mouth licks them slowly. "Cum for your mistress". She watches and smiles as Liz's eyes roll up in her head and falls only catching herself on the banister at the stairs. The pleasure hit her hard and drops her like a sack of potatoes. Her knees and arms felt weak as she tried to gather strength to move. She lifted herself up off the base of the stairs and held onto the banister for support. Even with the pleasure Liz wanted she did not know if she could survive this ordeal to enjoy it. She thought if she could get away that maybe she could find the way to pleasure herself since it had been opened for her. One by one Liz climbed the steps with labored effort and uncontrollable movements. Her hands kept leaving the support of the staircase and found themselves going to those parts on her body that responded favorably to touch. She moaned and cried, as she had to force herself to move another step. Stopping only to feel the pleasure for the moment. Her mind screamed in torture as her body fought for control. The pleasure seemed to lessen as Liz climbed the staircase. At each tier it seem to fade and with it her will and thoughts. She struggled to go on and was finding it difficult to proceed. Her body and mind craving the pleasure that was being zapped away from her. Tears formed and fell as she tried to reach the top. Her body losing control, as well as the pleasure that drove her to bliss. Her limbs gave way and Liz started to crawl up the steps still trying to reach the top. She felt hot and sweaty as she so desperately moved. She started to peel off the layers of clothes she had on. All the while moving to the goal of the top. The woman watches the epic battle Liz fights as she mounts the stairs till like a dieing man she is reduces to slow crawling. Her fingers move back down to between her legs and again the smell of her musk fills the room refreshing the already saturated air. Liz was feeling empty and alone, scared and loved now as well. Her mind screamed at her that she was a bad girl and needed to stop. Her legs and arms would not move much longer and she looked back at the woman stricken with such despair and defeat. Liz turned around and sat at the second to last step and watched herself just give up. The woman smiles as Liz stops and when she turns and looks down at her the woman removes her fingers once more and only points to the ground before her seated form not saying a word. Her eyes locked on Liz's and Liz can her the woman's voice in her mind, "Good girls come back to their mistress."

The woman's face frowns and she turns her head slightly and tilts it still staring at Liz. Liz looks on and meets her eyes. Her whole being and soul seems frozen as she looks into them. She can see things clearly when she looks at her and feels the cravings tickle her body. Liz tries to move and feels so tired and spent. She starts to crawl back down the staircase to the point that was indicated by the woman. As she moved closer Liz feels the pleasure return and the fears and despair disappear. Her body ached for the pleasure and feeling good and embraced it. Her mind wanted to have goal and it was to do as instructed. Liz started to see it was not what she wanted that was important but what this woman before her, this goddess of a woman wanted that was all Liz need concern herself with. Strange there was peace in that as well as the pleasure that she began to feel pulsing between her legs once kneeling in front of her again.

The woman smiles as Liz assumes the position before her, "Yes... I think you'll do just fine" She sits there watching Liz a moment before saying, "Good girl... now time for dinner" She opens her legs and strokes her leaking pussy. "Come feed my pet... from your Mistress... Mistress Rose" With her hands she guides Liz's head into place holding her there the musk making her head spin. A stray thought crosses through her mind, "I wonder..."she paused and then says out loud, "I will have to experiment with you more my pet." Liz moves on command and eagerly to the woman's waiting and hungry mound. The scent fills her right away and drives Liz into a frenzy. Her mouth latches onto her lips and clit to suck and kiss. The drippings of cum gather around Liz as she begins to lick it up. Her mind rolling over feeding of the pleasure and control she is giving up and into. She never once thought she would be here doing this and as time goes on she would think this is all she ever did. The words from her mistress were heard and passed over as she fed. Her mind forgetting everything else but the pleasure and the name it belongs to...mistress rose.