1. Cruel Wednesdays


    Date: 10/14/2014, Categories: Lesbian, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    features, but I had seen too much. I couldn’t let it rest. An idea occurred to me. “I - I could live with you. You’d not have to worry about finding me. I could be…” The words rose from my tummy and filled my chest, filling me with an all-encompassing devotion and almost choking me. “...yours.” Her breathing sped up. “Again,” she hissed, “you have no idea what you’re asking. It won’t,” here my heart did a somersault of joy when I realized that she hadn’t used the subjunctive, “be as easy like it was. My game’s about control. About controlling your desire, your climax, your need, but…” Her hand stroked over my cheek and made me melt inside, “also everything else. If you’re mine, I’ll control if and how you dress, what makeup and perfume you wear. I’ll control who sees you and touches you, and have no illusions, I will let others touch you. There will be days where I tease you, arouse you, only to deny you release time and time again without mercy. It won’t be just one cruel Wednesday afternoon a week. Do you still think you want that?” “Yes!” God, I had no words for how much I wanted that. I lifted her hand to my mouth, and looking deeply into her eyes, I ...
    whispered, “Yours. Please, make yours, with everything I am.” I planted a tender, loving kiss on her palm and felt giddy when the worry in her eyes transformed into joy. “What’s your name?” She inquired softly. “Linda.” “Good.” A mischievous smirk spread over her lips. “You’ll be something akin to a servant here, so you should have a matching name. Perhaps something French? Let me think… Oh, I know, I’ll call you Minette. Do you like that?” My response tumbled from my lips without conscious thought. “Yes, Mistress.” * * * * Five minutes later, I had taken the girl’s place bound to the headboard, and I was back in that beautiful place of suffering for my goddess. The love that welled up in my chest when she looked at me with that unbridled, gleeful desire found its release in salty streaks down my cheeks, and when she came again at the girl’s tongue, I felt complete. I moved in the same day. My clothes went into a locked wardrobe, and I spent the night at the foot of her bed, lulled to sleep by her even breathing and dreaming the most wicked, passionate dreams, cruel dreams of desire and need, and I felt peaceful and safe because I knew they’d come true.
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