Pillow rodeo

After the lengthy denial period, my Mistress has shown me some mercy and after she has learned about my new lodgings and some of our shared fantasies, she instructed me to wait for a good occasion, grab Red's pillow and ride it, until I cum.

The task seemed easy and pleasant, but it was cleverly wicked... See, I'm not sure of my own feelings towards Red. She's cute, friendly and helpful, I love it when we spend the time together (not much of that lately, mind you, but still...), I like it when sometimes we all sit late in the night, talking some crap, laughing, sipping booze. Red is warm and kinda loveable. I don't think there are some deeper feelings between us, but certainly I have a crush on her. I'd love to grab her one day, pull her into a bed and seize her, blow her mind out with one orgasm after another, make her scream and make her to make me scream. Roughly and gently, wildly and calmly, all day long...

I guess my Mistress is aware of it and that's why she wanted me to push it. I was to violate Red's privacy and fuel my desires further, in a very kinky way...

It wasn't easy to find the good moment - I wanted to enjoy it and so I needed the time. Red intended to leave for home for the weekend, so I took my time and prepared myself. On Saturday I got ants in my pants and I had been greviously disappointed when Red decided to stay. I tried to encourage her a little, but I didn't want to look like if I was hurrying her. And so I waited...
Finally - on Sunday morning she left and told us she'll be coming back tomorrow, straight to the class. I sighed with relief whe the door shut after her. I tried not to rush, but I simply couldn't help myself... Fortunately - or not? - the girls ordered some big cleaning, so we spent whole afternoon dusting, vacuuming, washing and what not. After that I dropped dead on my bed and slept hard 'till late evening.

And then... The game was on.

Yeah, just like that...

I had waited 'till girls shut the lights and silently I slipped out of my bed. I locked the doors and at last I could celebrate my little kink. I stripped nude and slowly I walked to Red's bed, imagining her laying there and watching me with her big, green eyes. I've decided to give her a little show.
I reached under her quilt and pulled out her new favourite nightie, present from our last escapade. I sniffed it, smelling the delicate perfumes and her own scent, subtle, yet recognizable. Shivers went down my spine, when I touched the soft material and ornate laces. I slowly pulled it on me, enjoying it's gentle touch. I didn't want to adjust it, not to leave any signs of my play, so it had to left the straps off, pulling out my boobs, unable to fit them in. Even Red's shapely apples were barely contained, not to mention mine! I felt wetness between my legs, my fanny reminding of herself. I stood there, barely dressed in my crush's nightgown, dancing slowly with my hips, trying to look sexy and teasing. I imagined her laying there, enjoying the show, maybe masturbating to it? It would be soo nice to see her gasping and shaking, biting her lips, with hands pressed between her slim legs. I danced there for a while, giving her a good look over my naked tits and barely covered arse, sticking it out, bending down and showing her my gaping pussy, hot, hungry and leaking. I wish I could do a lapdance for her one day!

Then I decided it's finally her turn to give me some pleasure. I slowly crawled on the bed and gently kissed the place, where I guess her lips should be. The pillow had soft, thick case and smelled with henna (Red's favourite shampoo). My mouth touched it and had to really keep myself in check, not to devour it whole. I imagined Red pressing her cheek to the spot I kissed, like it could transfer my kisses to it. I caressed and fondled the pillow, pushing my boobs against it, wanting to feel Red's mouth on them. The cool touch of soft material made me moan and I somewhat hastily pulled myself up and straddled the pillow, like it was Red's face.

AB-SO-LU-TE-LY!

I kissed it softly with my pussy lips, leaving the wet marks on the delicate fabric. The feeling gave me chills, gentle touch made me dizzy. I imagined touching Red's glossy lips with my fanny, her tongue slipping in, looking for my clit. I gasped and pressed harder, trying to push it deeper, all the way in - but the soft tongue escaped and hid under thin material. I grinded my hips, trying to rub my clit against it, tugging lightly my nipples. I rode it for a long while, enjoying the sensation. I imagined her trying to do her best to satisfy me as I pressed harder, smothering her and demanding more. I moaned, feeling my pleasure building up, I fondled my tits and squeezed them, pulling on the barbells. My moves bacame faster, but it's not so easy to stimulate by just rubbing the smooth material back and forth!
Finally, after really long while I felt desperate. I folded the pillow, so that the corner of it protruded straight up and sat on it, pressing the tip against my clit. Suddenly it took me only few moves to feel the overwhelming heat wave exploding somewhere inside me and by the last effort, I snatched another pillow and stuffed my mouth with it, biting it hard and muffling my screams. And then I came.
I came hard, long, riding the pillow like crazy, screaming into another and curling my fists, trying not to rub my clit harder. The convulsions nearly threw me on the floor, I kept my balance only barely. I came three or four times, constantly screaming, moaning, then finally gasping, unable to make any comprehensible sound.

I fell over on my side, keeping the pillow tight between my tighs, unwilling to let it go. I felt spent, shivers of delight went up and down my legs, the fuzzy feeling deep between them overwhelmed me. I layed down for a while, then reluctantly I stood up on trembling legs.
The pillowcase was a ruin. I stripped it off and left the pillow on a radiator, dropping the case into washing machine. I turned it on and finally slipped back into my bed, after putting Red's nightie back in it's place. I thought of some good excuse, why her pillow smelled my pussy juices, but I left it for another day, drifting off to sleep, full of red, curly hair.

I hope I had satisfied You, my Mistress.

New Year's Red

Sooo... Here it was. The New Year's Eve.

J. opened her eyes and blinked for a while, before realizing about her whereabouts. She suddenly felt deep relief and with wide smile she sunk back into her pillow. Her new home. Big, bright room, filled with smell of old books and... coffee?

'Morning, J.!'

She slowly sat straight, rubbing her eyes. In the opposite corner of the room, Red was sitting on her bed in lacy, green nightie. Bright, curly hair storm surrounding her slim figure, huge mug of smelly drink wrapped with her long fingers. She smiled.

'I could eat you.' J. stared at her, her eyes narrowing..

'Excuse me?'

'You look so sweet, you only miss the icing.' J. carefully watched her friend's freckled face suddenly blushing.

'You like it?' Red stood up and spinned, causing the nightie to fly.

'Is it the one we bought last time?' J. shivered, watching Red's body shining through the thin, lacy fabric. Window behind the girl made her silhouette perfectly visible.

'You bought it.' Red blushed even more. 'I think it's fantastic!'

'Yeah, you look stunning. Like a fresh fruit, ripe to eat.' J.'s voice became dreamy.

'Hungry?'

'Rawr!' J. grinned and made cat's paw. 'I can see two sweet apples to feast on!'

Red blinked, then crossed her arms.

'You're crazy.' she laughed and sat back on the bed. J. laughed too.

'You don't know half about it!' she grinned. Indeed, she was sitting on her bed wrapped in a thick quilt, secretly cupping her fanny underneath. She fought the urge to rub her and barely kept her fingers still. The look of her new roomie barely clothed made J. horny as hell, and after nearly four weeks, her cum starved pussy was killing her.

'C'mon!' she sprung from the bed, her nightie flying. She had purposely put on her loose, violet sleepshirt, barely buttoned - she found it incerdibly arousing to tease and provoke Red with seductive signs. Like now, when she stretched and yawned, seemingly unaware of her carefully shaved pussy peeking out from benath the strategically unbuttoned blouse. With her squinting eyes she noticed Red suddenly turning away and looking at the ceiling. J. chuckled.

'Let's get to work. We've got some party to make!'


J. remembered the whole day blurred and hazy. The lust and promise of coming relief made it hard for her to focus. She caught herself gazing at Red on more than one occasion and had to keep herself from making dirty comments about just everything. She knew few of her bloke mates who went on behaving like horny baboons at the very sight of a girl - and she found it really hard not to follow the same... In the end, she went shopping, just to be alone and without Red in sight. In her hungry state, everything was possible and she didn't want to push her luck. J. thought with fear and building excitement about the coming evening.

At last it was there. The guests came one by one, music went on and the party had started.
It was not too crowdy - Pat and Mat, couple from the old dorm, R., Mouse's boyfriend and Cat's 'brofriend' Vamp. The two knew each other 'too well to be the couple, but also to give up on each other'. So, they were in twisted 'brother-sister with benefits' relationship. Vamp was bad shit crazy and usually made a lot of pervert jokes, which were... Well, sometimes tiresome, to say the least. She also openly declared himself bisexual on a few occasions and was proud of it. J. liked him for his outstanding personality and twisted sense of humour, but he was sometimes too intrusive for her taste.

Nevertheless the evening was fun and given the ample supply of alcohol, it was spinning to some crazy twists. Vamp's presence and dominating personality quickly steered the discussions to perving topics and with Cat trying to match him, the contest for 'the most perverted twist of seemingly innocent topic' quickly insued. Because of J., everyone tried to speak English, with varying degrees of success, to which J. tried to respond speaking in Polish, encouraged by everyone and reinforced with nice tall of whiskey. Vamp quickly showed his interest in J. and until the Midnight he tried to impress her with his achievements, subtly undermined by Cat's seemingly innocent hints. J. was drunk, but she didn't mind and liked it this way. Heck, how often does New Year happen??

At Midnight the company came out on the balcony to see the fireworks show, but it happened to be the major dissappointment - it was foggy! So foggy in fact, that even the nearest streetlamps were dull and barely visible, not to mention anything flying above in the sky. But the champaigne was cold and tasty and the New Year happened anyway, so everyone cheered and laughed and wished themselves good luck.

'And what do you wish for this year?' J. suddenly heard from behind. Red stood there with a glass in her hand, long, black dress flowing down her body. The green eyes behind her glasses were glossy and bit reddish. Everyone were laughing and drinking and J. realized she stood out on the side, looking into the misty sky. She smiled.

'I... I wished to find someone special last year' she responded.'And I found more of them that I could imagine. I ended up in strange country with no one around to talk to, but suddenly I found myself surrounded with the great and kind people. I'm bit afraid to wish for anything now, because you can never know, what will happen!'

'Heh... I wish to find someone special too.' Red looked into her glass. 'Y'know... The special.'

'Yeah, I hear you.' J. in sudden impulse embraced Red and kissed her cheek. 'But you know what? Since I don't intend to use my wish this year, I can give it to you.' She laughed ' I hereby wish for Red to find someone special and the only!' she spoke solemnly and seriously. And then they both laughed.

'Hey, birdies!' Vamp suddenly appeared from nowhere  'Mind if I join your intimate party? Let me be your someone special for tonight!'

J. snorted and let Red go, turning to the rest of the group. The guy had a peculiar talent to ruining the moments!

Shortly after, the party started to die slowly. Mat and Vamp laid drunken in Cat's bed, R. and Mouse closed themselves in her room and the girls laid tired on the couch and chairs. J. was slowly drifting off, when she heard Cat's voice. The girl was laughing and seemingly mocking Pat. J. listened curiously, but couldn't understand somewhat drunk mumbling.

'What's up?' she asked seemingly amused Red.

'Cat dares Pat to keep her end for their old bet Pat had lost.' Red laughed.

'So, what's the deal?' J. woke up and looked at blushing Pat. The girl was totally wasted, but she remained resolute. J. suddenly exclaimed 'Truth or dare!'

Cat felt silent, looking strangely at J. Red laughed loudly. 'Yeah, truth or dare!'

'OK, truth!' Pat responded quickly, before Cat started to protest.

'When was the last time you came by masturbation?' J. spat out of hand.

Pat went silent, with her jaw dropped. Red was nearly crying with laughter, Cat grinned wickedly. The deep red covered Pat's face, but she quickly gathered herself.

'Yesterday.' she responded calmly. 'With my small, vibrating friend.' she added, sipping from her glass with triumphant look on her face.

'Hah!' Cat exclaimed 'Just you wait, 'till Mat will hear it!'

'He knows all too well' Pat grinned. 'Your turn now!' she pointed to J.

'What? Why?'

'Because you asked! And it was your idea in the first place!' Pat explained 'So? Truth or dare?'

J. looked her in the eye for a long moment, then put her glass on the table.

'Pour me a whisky.' she demanded 'And shoot. Truth for the truth.'

Cat and Pat confered for a while and finally Cat asked.

' OK, so when you have watched the last porn movie and what it was about?'

J. half-smiled for a moment.

'Last weekend, it was the short video of a girl masturbating with some HUGE dong in her bed. There, satisified?' she poke her tongue at Cat.

'Did you like it?' asked Red, but J. objected.

'That's another question!' she laughed 'Wait for your turn!'

'OK, so I'll go with truth too.'

'No, it's Cat's turn!' said J. 'Go ask her!'

'OK... So... Have you ever had sex with a girl? How it was like?'

Cat smiled and blushed a little.

'Umm... Yeah, you could say that. I ended up kissing with one girl and we tried to go further, but the conditions were bad and nothing came of it. But... It was sexy.'

'Yeah? And who was that?' demanded Pat, but Cat only laughed.

'Wait your turn!'

'OK, Red, imagine that' J. started 'Late evening, you come back home and it's dark and empty. In our room you stumble upon me in my bed - naked, tied spread eagle, blindfolded, with huge dildo resting on my belly. I can't see you, I don't know who you are. I would never know it's you.' she paused and took a sip. 'What would you do?'

The girls hissed and giggled, looking how Red's freckles dissappear under deep, purple blush. She grabbed the glass and took a mouthful. She bit her lip for a while.

'The truth is...' she begun but she choked. 'The truth is I wouldn't know what to do.' she finished. J. grinned.

'You wouldn't know?' she asked calmly 'How about untying me and asking what had happedned? Or would you try to take advantage of me? Rape me with the dildo? Make some nasty things to me?' she laughed. 'You would hesitate?'

'NO!' Red exclaimed 'I mean, I would rescue you, of course!'

'Buit you weren't so sure a moment ago?' J. implied with wicked grin, enjoying Red's embarrassment. The other girls laughed at her and poor Red hid her face back in the glass.

'OK J., you asked, so it's your call!' said Pat 'So, do you...'

'Dare.'

'Do you... what?' Pat stopped. J. grinned, feeling tottaly drunk and ready for anything.

'I choose dare.' she repeated, smiling like an idiot. Girls looked at each other. Cat tossed a quick glance at Red.

'OK...' she looked J. straight in the eye. 'Girls, I propose to make her show us all of her piercings. How about that?'

'What? Why?' Pat gave Cat a puzzled look.

'Because I suspect our new roomie have more of them than she want's to show us, now don't you?' Cat asked J., maintaining the eye contact. 'Show us then.'

J. bit her lip and slowly rose up.
'Red, can you help me?' she asked in a soft, husky voice and turned away. Red pulled the zipper on J.'s back all the way down to the small of her back. J. held the top of her dress, then let it loose, allowing it to drop on the ground. She stood there barefoot, with only her g-strings and stockings. Slowly she turned around and dropped on her wide spread knees, cupping her heavy breasts and lifting them up, proudly presenting silver barbells piercing her nipples. She arched her back a little and stuck out her pierced tongue. The small stud in her bellybutton glimmered in the light. J. squeezed her bare boobs, making them stick out some more and licked her lips seductively, challenging Cat in staring contest. She moved her hips in slight rounds, like belly dancing.
After a moment Cat blinked and broke up and J. smiled with satisfaction.

'Happy now?' she asked, ignoring other girl's wooing and hissing. Cat's eyes narrowed and she nodded. J. took a blanket from the chair and wrapped herself in it, sitting back and grinning.

'Who's next?'


It took three more rounds for all girls to give up finally. Everyone made one dare: Pat ordered Red to strip to her undies and go to Mouse's room to borrow come condoms. It ended up with Red being thrown out with a pillow flying through the door after her. Then Red made Cat to get dressed as a whore and show to the girls how deep she can swallow a banana - and she managed to impress them all with her abilities. And for the last, J. chew a bubble gum and challenged Pat to take it from her. It was the moment when Pat tried, but broke - it was obviously a bit too much for her. After that one, girls agreed that it was a good time to finish the party.

But not for J. Not yet. She had some plans for The Grand Finale.

Pat and Cat went to Cat's room, to throw boys off Cat's bed, Red slowly stumbled to bathroom, half sleeping and J. slipped into her room, digging in her Very Special Box - her little trasure chest, where she kept her toys. Not many of them, but each carefully chosen and with it's own history behind it. Like the Little John, as she called the huge, naturally shaped dong with suction cup at the end. It was the keepsake from the old days, and brught up all kinds of pleasant memories. It was thick, long and pleasant in touch and despite being shaped after man's penis, J. liked it. And being allowed - even ordered to! - not to spare herself, she wrapped her toy with a towel and waited with beating heart for Red to leave the bathroom.

The girl stumbled outside yawning widely. She waved J. goodnight and without a word she felt on her bed, passing out almost instantly. J. smiled and listened for a long while, waiting. The lights were off, Pat and Cat probably felt asleep, Red snored lightly.


J. went into bathroom and unwrapped her toy. The big vibrator felt suddenly heavy. She carressed the long shaft and looked in the mirror. An idea sparked in her mind. Little tribute for her Mistress, token of gratitude for her generosity.

Girl mounted the dildo on the mirror by it's suction cup and quickly stripped off her dress. After short thoght she sneaked into her room and pulled the high platform heels from the depths of her wardrobe. Shiny, violet, they added nearly one foot to her height and made her look like the cheapest of whores. She kept them for the special occasions, and felt that this is the one - she earned her prize, but it couldn't be that simple. It was the twisted feeling of doing something improper and dirty. She slowly put the heels on and stood up. She wasn't used to that and her legs were bit shaky. She looked herself in the eye and pulled the pink lipstick. She covered her lips with the thick layer and then smeared also her nipples with it. Then she pulled an eyeliner and slowly wrote 'MAGDA'S SLUT' across her boobs and drawn two hearts on her cheeks. She watched herself in the mirror and smiled wickedly.

'I am your toy, Mistress.' she whispered 'And I'm gonna play with myself to your amusement.'

With that she slowly kissed the tip of the dildo and licked along it's shaft. Maintaning an eye contact with her reflection she caressed and licked the toy for a while, before finally opening her mouth and pushing it all the way down her throat. She choked, couged and gagged, pulling off, but immediately she pushed in again. She worked her way, tears running down her cheeks, washing away drawn hearts, black tears dripping on her tits, mixing with thick strains of saliva dripping of her mouth. She tried to swallow as much as possible, stopping at the farthest point for a while, relaxing her throat. She looked herself in the eye, thinking of how degrading and miserable she had to look - half stripped in her whorish outfit, standing in front of the mirror, sucking fake dick with her panties soaking wet, pussy juices running down her leg. Insatiated bitch in heat, desperate loser, able to cum only when ordered and in the most humiliating way. And for the worst part - she liked it this way. Pathetic slut.

J. couldn't stand it any longer. She pulled her panties all the way down, taking care not to bend her legs, sticking her wet hole out in the air. The smell of her juices was intoxicating. She carefully unmounted the dildo from the mirror and sticked it to the flush over toilet. She stood over the the toiled and bent down, impaling herself on the large cock. Her hungry cunt swallowed it greedily, her juices spurted out and loud gasp escaped J.'s mouth. She rode the dildo rapidly, standing on her fours, trying not to fell down on her face. Her legs ached, but the dildo was mounted high enough, forcing her to stand on straight legs. The hot waves filled her belly, running up and down her body, heavy tits waving back and forth, bumping over the toilet seat. She felt dirty, she felt hungry, she felt miserable, she felt insatiated, she felt humiliated, she felt happy, she felt her orgasm building up, ready to burst any moment now. She reached with one hand to her clit, pinching it and rubbing it madly, bringing herself up the egde... And the sudden flash of light blinded her. The world spinned and she nearly felt, heving to but both hands back on the ground. The flash repeated and all of the sudden J. realized it was not her eyes failing. It was the real light!

She straighted up as fast as she could, the dildo pulling out of her hungry pussy with loud, slurpy sound. She heard a giggle and suddenly her heart stopped and wild rush of panic overwhelmed her.
She saw Red standing in the doorway with a phone in her hand. She looked at J. with wicked smile and umnnatural, scary glow deep in her green eye. With another flash she took one more picture of J. stanting nude with humiliating markings on her body, big, wet phallus protruding proudly behind her, pointing straight at her arse.

'Don't mind me, sweetie.' Red said silently 'Keep it up. It's a nice show.'

J. couldn't utter a word, stunned with the awkwardness of situation she was in. Red relied on the doorpost, keeping the phone's camera pointed straight at the other girl. Shge looked her in the eye.

'Imagine the situation you are in now.' Red said slowly, bringing the memory of their truth-or-dare game 'What would you do?'

J. suddenly crossed her arms, covering her breasts, opening her mouth to protest, but Red was quicker.

'Who is Magda?' she asked sharply. 'Who's slut you are?' Tell me!'. Her demanding tone sent shivers of fear down J.'s spine.

'It... It's my Mistress... She is my Mistress...' she spat the words one by one, with her throat squeezed tight. Mesmerized by Red ominous presence, her mind raced, obsessed with single question - 'How did she found me? Why the hell I hadn't locked the bloody door?!'

'Your Mistress?... You  filthy slut.' Red chuckled 'You're a dyke! Hilarious! Tell me, dyke' she contiuned 'Why are you fucking man's cock instead of licking some pussy? It does suit you more, doesn't it?'

J. looked straight into phones camera, hypnotized by it's blue glowing eye. Slowly she realized her position and her eyes filled with tears.

'Red, please...' she weeped. The girl frowned.

'On your knees, slut.' she ordered, raising her voice a bit. She pointed the camera at J.'s red face. 'I want you to present yourself, exactly like before. Show me all your piercings, show me how perverted bitch you are!'

J. felt tears running down her cheeks, her mouth trembled, cold claws squeezing her throat painfully. Her stomach rebeled, she suddenly wanted to wake up from this nightmare. Sobbing and weeping she slowly fell to her knees, spreading them and bringing her pierced tits up, exactly like before. Her nipples painted with glossy lipstick gleamed in the light, juices of her pussy dripped, crating small puddle between her legs. She sticked out her tongue, showing violet barbell piercing it. Red smiled.

'That's some nice, obedient puppy. I can't wait to show this to Cat! Hell, I think I'll wake her up now. Don't go anywhere!'

'NO!' J. cried, abandoning last remnants of her dignity 'Please, don't! Don't do it, please, don't tell anyone, I'll do anything, please! Please, Red! Don't tell..!' she begged, sobbing and crying. Red looked at her with the mix of surprise and wicked satisfaction. She stepped in to the bathroom.

'Anything?...' she asked gently. J. nodded rapidly, trying to stifle her panic. Red crouched, looking J. straight in the eye. 'OK then, do it. Then maybe I'll consider keeping everything for myself.' she looked around and pointed at the dildo. 'Wipe your face and bring me you toy. Don't get up! I want you to crawl on your fours.'

She closed the door and turned the key, pulling it out. She sat at the edge of the bathtub and took the wet dildo, keeping it with tips of her fingers.

'You like to play with it?' she asked. Seeing the girl nodded, she tossed it back at her. 'Show me. I want you to fuck your filthy cunt right in front of me.' Red leaned back a little, keeping her camera still in her hand.

J. understood she had no choice, but to perform. She sat back, spreading her legs wide and slowly pushed the tip o the dildo inside her wet fanny. Despite awkwardness of the situation, she still felt hungry and horny, her pussy trembling with anticipation of being filled with huge toy. With the other hand she reached to her clit, squeezing it lightly between fingers. Slowly, her arousal took charge and she begun to gasp uncontrollably and her hands moved faster and faster.

'Keep your eyes on me!' she heard. Tireless eye of the camera pointed at her all the time. She felt her orgasm coming fast, when Red ordered again. 'Stop!'

'Please...'

'I said stop, you whore! Mount it on the wall there' Red pointed on the tiled wall in front of her. J. crawled and did as she was said, then Red ordered her to turn around and fuck herself again. This time she put the camera way and spread her legs slightly, pulling up her green nightie, present form J. Kneeling girl saw cute mound, covered with short, curly red bush. Red reached and parted her pussy lips with two fingers, showing J. pink, dripping entrance. She licked the finger of her other hand and slowly circled it around her somewhat enlarged clit.

'Look at it, my sweet pet' she whispered 'You like other girls' pussies? Tell me, do you dream of them?' Red moves became faster, she breathed rapidly. 'Do you like to eat pussies? Tell me!' she demanded. J. couldn't bluch anymore, but she was close to it.

'Yes' she gasped, trying to focus on her own pleasure.

'I can't hear you!'

'Yes, I do!' J. repeated louder, soft moan escaping her mouth.

'You do what?! Full sentence!'

'Yes, I like to eat pussies!' J. cried, riding her mount wildly, her pussy squirting with juices.

'So do it.' Red snapped. 'Lick my pussy, you lesbian bitch. Make me cum with your filthy tongue!'

J. rode back the dildo rapidly, feeling her orgasm coming, but Red was merciless. 'Now!' she scolded.

The girl reluctantly stopped and leaned forward, trying to reach her oppressor's pussy, but the bathtub was bit too far. She slowly shuffled forward, feeling the dildo slipping out of her, much to protest of her pussy. She felt frustration building up, when the toy left her cunt again, third time this evening, withoud satisfaction. Red grabbed handful of J.'s short hair and pulled her up between her legs.

'I want you to drink every single drop of my juice.' she demanded, gasping loudly at the touch of J.'s pierced tongue. The barbell slipped over her clit, sending thrilling sensation through her body. 'I wan you to make me scream in pleasure!'

J. put her skills to use, pulling out every trick she could remember. Soon, Red was squirming and grinding her fanny against J's face, pulling her hair tightly, nearly suffocating her. Suddenly she came and she came hard, squirting her juices with wide stream straight into her pet's mouth. J coughed in surprise and disgust, but her face was held tightly and she had no choice, but to swallow.

Finally Red rested and let her go. Breathing heavily, she looked J. in the eye, her face glowing.

'Dyke.' she spat out, this time she suddelny smiled. 'Dirty, filthy slut. You're good. I think I'll keep you around for a while.' She looked at the dildo on the wall. 'Bring it to me. In your mouth.'

She studied the long toy for a while, looking at it's glistening surface. She looked J. in the eye.

'You want to cum?' she asked.

'Yes... yes, I want to cum.'

'How badly?'

'I... I need to cum, Red. Please, let me cum! I hadn't cum in the month, I'm going crazy!'

'In the month you say? Ooo... that's long!' she made concerned face. 'OK then, I think I can help you. Turn around, arse high, spread your knees, face on the floor and keep your hands behind your head! Now!' Red issued series of quick commands, in the second she was staring at the gaping, wet hole, oozing with juice. She gently pressed the tip of the Little John against it and rubbed it slowly up and down the wet slit.

'What do you want me to do?' she asked gently.

'Please, stick it in me, fuck me with it!' she heard desperate plea. She smiled, then reached with the other hand and touched J's wet clit, provoking loud gasp.

'You really want it?' she teased. 'Inside? Deep? Hard? Ramming your hole?'

"Yes... Yes!'

'And will you cum for me? Will you thank me?'

'Yes! Please Red, do it!'

'And you will hold still 'till I finish with you?' Red played with J.s clit, pushing the dildo slightly, the tip hald buried in dripping wet folds, moving upand down, from the clit to nearly between her buttocks.

'Yes, yes, anything! Just please, put it in! Put it hard, fuck me, make me cum, please Red!'

' As you wish, my pet.' Red grinned wickedly, pinching J.'s clit hard, and reaching one leg forward, stepping her foot on girl's head. 'As you wish.'

In one swift move she drove the dildo up the wet slit and suddenly thrusted it hard and deep, right between poor girls buttocks.

J. screamed loudly at the unexpected intrusion, her bowels twisting painfully around thick phallus ramming her arse with long, fast thrusts. Red wasted no effort to rape her playthings tight arsehole, at the same time rubbing her clit wildly. J. spasmed and tried to get up, but foot on her head puinned her tightly.

'NO! NOOO! RED, STOP, IT HURTS!' she screamed, but suddenly the overwhelming wave of pain and pleasure flooded her and her scream turned into orgasmic groans and moaning. Red worked her for a long while, ripping one orgasm after another from J.'s body, 'till her moans turned angain into cries of pain. She pushed it for a while longer, just for the pleasure of torturing J., then she suddenly ripped the dildo off the girl's arse, causing the painful yell. She dropped she dirty toy at the collapsed heap in front of her, then she stood up.

'Clean it.' she pushed the dildo with her foot to J.'s face. The girl curled, totally spent, sobbing and trembling. 'Wash it, I mean, I don't want some crap-eater in my room.' Red picked the phone and unlocked the door. 'When you're done take some rest. I want you fresh and at full strength tomorrow. I have some plans involvin you... My toy.'

She left the bathroom, leaving weeping girl lying on the cold floor.

Red letter day

Here it was, after a week of waiting. The day when I took Red shopping. The task was simple as that. 'Put your writnigs on, take Red shopping, buy some clothes, ask her for feedback'. It included added bonus - 'You can play and cum while in a dressing room, but ONLY then. If you dare.'

I like Fridays - they are usually free or almost free (only one class every other week) and the day startead easily as usual. A. rushed  hurriedly, cursing at the late hour. I lied down silently, pretending to sleep, just not to anger her anymore. She is really upset lately, I guess it is beacuse of her boyfriend.

Old saying goes 'idle hands are devil's playground'... I stroked my boobs for a while, trying to ease the tension on my hurting nipples. The worst are barbells - I love playing with them, but during prolonged denial they beacem unbearable - though I don't want to remove them, not to damage the piercings... Once the door went shut, I sprang out of my bed to take cold shower - it usually helped. So was this time, but... Not for long :/

Just a brief relief.

I had to focus on a something. I cleaned the room, toroughly, I made my nails with some nice, fancy pattern, I skipped through an 'Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.' episode (the series sucks, BTW. like, srsly), I shaved clean (working my fanny was really hard without disturbing her...) and generally tried not to think about things that could go just WRONG today. Or maybe not so wrong... Maybe, Red actually... BRAIN, STAHP!

Then I couldn't just sit down anymore. I dressed up and went down to meet my... well, date. So to say.

Red was there. Alone. Sitting in her cute, fluffy robe, sipping something hot, looking absolutely lovely, sweet and sexy. My throat went instantly dry, when she yawned and stretched, her robe parted and revealed a bit too much... I felt my legs trembling, I folded my arms to hide them shaking. She smiled and asked when I intend to leave. We agreed to leave at 4 PM, so I rushed to prep myself.

I had not any specific instructions about my writings, so I did the same words again, only this time in different way. I didn't want Red to spot them easily, and giving that I was to show myself to her... i wrote "cycki suki" just below my nipples, in rounded lines, then "wlasnosc Magdy" just over my slit, so I could hide it inside panties, except maybe low-cut ones. The worst were words "zadek szmaty" i had to write on my buttocks. I did it with small, crooked letters little over my hips, with small arrows at the beginning and at the end, to show the point of interest. I aimed to hide it with panties' waistband and... I did it. Phew. Hope it would be enough....

The evening was pleasant, not even cold. We went for a walk, chatting and enjoying free time. Fridays are rare occassions when we both are free, so I savored every moment. She was curious of my life in Oz, I asked her about living here a lot. We dumped the outlet idea an went to the mall, so we could just take a break and sit somewhere to talk.

Xmas time... Hell of a people inside, but we managed to slip into few places. We hanged around few popular stores like H&M or Reserved, just looking through casual stuff. Then Red took me to Oysho and my heart went crazy.
You know, usually Red is not like that, but she has that subtle something which makes everyone around want to cuddle her. She is touchingly sweet, helpless and cute, she loves fluffy things, pyjamas with teddy bears and flowery dresses... Little girl, never grown up. If felt strangely warm and fuzzy inside, to watch her move between shelves and squealing with watery eyes over some bunny slippers. I simply wanted to hug and kiss her. When she had shown me the lacy nightie, I was totally obsessed with the idea. She went out of the changing room with bit sad face - the nightie was perfect, but too expensive, so with sad face she put it away... And then I did it. I hugged her, kissed her cheek and said we would see about it. She was surprised, but took it as a joke and hugged me too. And then... I felt I'm totally wet. Like, I mean it, literally leaking. I was hardly able to let her go and she asked if I'm allright, blushing and heart beating!
We left, but I remembered to check back here.

Next stop: Intimissimi. The same store in which I did my first task. I told her I need to fill some gaps in my lingerie and such, so we dug after some stuff. After a while I asked for help to choose between two sets of black, lacy corsets with garters and matching panties. We took it just for fun, though I liked the idea... But strangely I wasn't turned on. It was all pleasant and fine, but not very arousing. When Red also found something herself, we were gone for changing rooms.

When I closed the curtain, I suddenly stopped and calmed. I stood there, looking myself in the eye. I was red on my face, I felt warm moisture between my legs, girl of my dreams was nearly naked just behind the thin wall and at last I was free to do anything I wanted.

And I just stood there, motionless. Watching my lips tremble, my eyes sudddenly filled with tears.

I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It... it was just...
FUCK!!!

I realized what was happening. I took a quick glance into my panties and...
It was bloody mess. Literally bloody.
Friday. 13th. It just had to be like that...

This couldn't be much worse!

The whole idea went to crap, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. I didn't even bother trying to change, I wanted to die. I sobbed quietly and clenched my teeth. I hate the world!!!

Red talked something while I was fighting the bloody ruin. When we got out, she instantly realized something was wrong. It wasn't too hard, given my makeup was wasted and my eyes red. We walked out and with breaking voice I told her I have to go to the restroom. She walked me there and when I was done with my things, she waited with few pills and heartily smile. Now it was her turn to return the hug. She asked me calmly, if I want to go home. I took a deep breath and relaxed a bit, even managed to produce weak smile. I shook my head and asked her if we could just sid down for a while/ We sat in the cafe, we took hot chocolate and just sat there talking. Red smiled all the time, with her freckled face radiating with compassion. We sat there for like two hours and after that I made my decision. I left her for few minutes and returned with small package.

I just couldn't help myslef. I bought her the nightie she was so freaked about. She tried to protest, but I dismissed her, explaining, that I owe her for her time, her help and for ruined party. And when she wanted to repay me, I just told her I would gladly see her with just that on, to see if it is really that perfect. She laughed and told me she'll see to it.

Just my imagination...

We went back to the dorm and when I got to my room, the first thing was mailing my Mistress about my failure. Then I climbed into my bed, curled and bit my pillow, crying out of frustration and pain - my stomach started it's killing campaign. It seemed that this month I won't be able to walk again...

I'm sorry Mistress. Not this time.

Cat & Mouse

The pain was almost unbearable. Arched back was killing her, legs trembled a bit, hot darkness enveloping her was choking and suffocating. Suddenly her guts twisted again, when she felt gentle touch on her head.

It was all sunny day, with a good, strong breeze. The beach was secluded and hardly accessible, but both surfers wanted exactly that. They both dragged their boards and bags and finally dropped them in big rock's shade.
'I found it last year and checked back yesterday.' said black haired girl. 'No one had stolen it.'
'Yeah... Looks good.' short blonde dropped on the sand. The sky was almost clean, the wind blowing stadily, perfect conditions. 'What was all the fuss yesterday?' she looked up at Cat, who was slowly stripping of her wetsuit. She looked sharply at Mouse.
'You were a dissapointment to me, remember?' her light blue eyes narrowed. Mouse curled her fists and nodded. 'And of course you remember, what does it mean?' Cat scolded. Mouse murmured something under her breath.
'Well? I can't hear you!'
'A punishment.' Mouse spat the words louder nad tried not to look at the small package the Cat dig out from her duffel bag. Brunette nodded.
'A punishment.' she repeated. 'Get up and strip. And look me in the eye!' she added, when Mouse slowly rised up and pulled the zipper on her back. She tried to withstand the stern and suddenly furious look of her former friend, now - momentarily - the mistress. She let slipped out of the wetsuit and let it drop. Sudden chill gave her goosebumps, the small, dark nipples suddenly sprang out, forming red cherries on the top of small, well-roudned boobs. She stood there, trembling a little, despite of hot wind blowing in her back. Cat slowly walked to her, also nuddy, waving her hips. She dragged sharp-ended, black nail over the light skin of her beloved girlfriend - right now little more than a rubber sex doll. She felt her fast pulse and sharp breath.
'Are you prepared well?' she asked in soft, husky voice, nearly touching blonde's ear with her lips. She reached with the tip of her tongue and licked her delicately.
'Yes, mistress...' Mouse shivered at the memory of her morning arrangements. Cat smiled wickedly.
'Good. You know I don't like the mess.' she unwrapped the package and produced a black, latex hood with big D-ring on the top. She pulled it over Mouse's head, pulling her long hair out of the hole in the back. She buckled the collar straps benath the chin and fastened them with a small padlock. The hood was covering girl's head tightly, apart from her mouth and chin, leaving her in the silent dark. The layer of foam was sewn in over the ears, muffling the incoming sounds and Mouse suddenly found herself nearly cut off from the outside world. She barely heard the waves and the distant voice of her mistress saying 'Come on.', followed by pull by the D-ring on top of her head. She stepped carefully forward, feeling hot sand under her feet. She was led to the water, as she felt cold waves licking her toes, then back to the beach again. Then they turned around and muse got into the water nearly knee-deep. Then back again. After a while she completely lost her orientation, but then suddenly the pulling stopped.
'Careful now' she heard, as Cat made her crouch and on her fours. Then she grabbed her hands and made her curl her fists, wrapping them with some kind of thick rubber band, before pulling them back to the ground. Mouse felt a hole in the sand right before her.
'There are four holes around you.' she heard. 'I want you to find them all and fit into them with your hands and legs.' She felt a smack on her arse. 'Move it, bitch!'
The holes were dug small but very deep - deep enough to fit both legs and arms, so that girl had to half-stand, bent at her waist, half-lied on her belly. With Cat's small help, she sank into ground and immediately realized she is being buried there. Cat poured the sand back to the holes, stuffing it with some stick, so that all of Mouse's limbs were totally immobilised. The position she found  herself in was barely comfortable - she couldn't really lie down, but also couldn't really support on her hands. Though before she was able to speak, suddenly a rubber gag was fit between her teeth and started to inflate.
'I think I'll keep you here for a while.' said Cat, crouching next to half-buried girl. She dropped the pumping pear, still attached to black, inflatable gag she left in Mouse's mouth. Her muffled mumbling and cosntant wriggling made har smile widely. This was exactly how she wanted her - struggling, helpless, unable to move, to speak, to plead. She stretched and simply walked off towards her rig.
They both loved sufring, with all of it's variations, from riding waves to windsurfing to kite... They were coming here twice a year for a long holidays, usually with bunch of other friends. This time was no different, except today they wandered alone to the wilder beaches, not easily accessed and thus barely visited. The perfect place for their... activities.
Cat wore back her wetsuit. She just loved the touch of the foam on her bare body, encasing her with soft, thick layer. Her favourite part was to dip slowly, with her suit filling with cool water and caressing her hot flesh... She lied down on the board and swimmed toward the nearest waves.

Time passed slowly. Cool shade ot huge rock moved slightly and now the burning sun was shining straight dowm on the Mouse's arched back. She had no idea how much time had passed. Her back ached terribly, she could barely move her limbs, the wind blowing small grains in her latex-clad face, tingling and itching around her drooling mouth. Her jaw was killing her and long list of crazy ideas kept coming to her mind. Left alone in darkness, semi-silence, with pain her only companion, she was totally unprepared for sudden wet, cold touch over her body. She screamed loudly through her gag, when cold, wet towel covered her - quite literally - hot body, head to bottom. The feeling was surprising but also relieving, as her back started to burn a little. The gag flatted suddenly and she slowly closed her mouth, happy to ease the pain. Not for long.
She felt something moving right in front of her, then wet, salt-smelling, cold flesh pressed against her lips.
'Lick.' she heard barking command. The tried do say something, but gentle yet unrelenting pull on the top of her head made her follow the order. She was thirsty and the hood was hot as hell, she feared the heatstroke...
Cat relaxed, lying down on her back. The hot, wet touch on her fanny made her shiver. She covered her toy with wet towel, not wanting it to spoil to quickly. She had her plans about it. For now, for example, she wanted it to please her hungry pussy. She spread her legs widely, stretching her pussy lips a bit, giving her toy easier access. The blonde was used to serve her mistress without second thoughts, although sometimes she needed some encouragement. Cat closed her eyes and let her feelings flow, enjoying the rising tension in her belly and at the tops of her nipples.
Mouse licked the wet, fleshy hole, eager to taste some moisture. It was not enough to satisfy her thirst, but it brought some relief. Her tongue was dry and swollen, scratching, rather than licking, but she worked her way. She knew Cat good enough to understand that pleas won't get her anywhere, they would only make everyting worse. Cat loved her writhing and begging, but she was determined not to give her that satisfaction. Suddenly she felt sweet moisture with her tongue. Something lime was pouring from Cat's pussy... Mountain Dew?!
Cat sipped from the bottle, then tilted it again. spilling a drink over her belly, watching as it flown down her abdomen and in between her legs, straight to hungrily lapping mouth. Her toy was doing good, so she decided to reward her in a way. Also, fun aside, it was really hot and she really didn,t want her toy do die of a heatstroke and thirst. Suddenly she arched back and loud scream ecaped her mouth, as wet, hot tondue worked its way to her clit and drilled it hard enough to bring her over the edge. She growned wildly, while her toy made her cumming hard. She finally collapsed and breathed heavily.
- That was good. - she said smiling and patting hooded head. She picked up the gag and quickly put it back in place, inflating it even more than before. The she stretched on the hot sand, smiling to the sun, enjoying the pleasant moment.

It was a nasty surprise. Mouse thought it'd be over after that, but no - the gag returned, covered in sand, itching, scratching and worst of all - stretching her mouth even farther! She choked on her scream, feeling tears gathering under the hood, mixing with hot sweat. She wriggled wildly, but again - no avail. Her curled palms were of no use and tightly dug in limbs were held with surprising efficiency. She only thing she could do was to wait for her mistress' mercy... And suffer.
Suddenly she felt something warm and wet touching her fanny lips. She yanked, but the touch was slow and unyielding. Wet fingers carresed her snatch and after a while they sank inside. She felt the arousal building up inside her. The unrelenting hands caressed her pussy, touching, stroking, teasing her clit and fucking her suddenly wet hole, over and over, not too fast, not too slow, just steady pace, constantly driving her towards an awkward yet uncomparably pleasant...
It stopped.
She wriggled, but no change. Cat just stopped and walked away.
Mouse screamed out of frustration and humiliation, feeling her wet snatch dripping with sticky ooze...

She again lost the sense of time. She didn't know if it was few minutes or few hours, before the dried towel was removed and replaced with new one. She gagged and screamed in shock. She felt sweat and tears and salive flowing down her face, when the gag was removed again, this time nearly immediately replaced with drinking straw. She greedily sucked the fresh water, tasting better than the sweetest wine. After a long while she finally let go, but again, sharp order 'Lick!' hit her like a club. Will the Cat ever let her go?! She clenched her teeth and tried to turn her head away, but sharp pull brough her back straight. Smooth fingers clamped her nose and she was forced to gasp for an air, and then her lips were again pressed against hot, wet pussy. She cried and tried to please, but no effect. Her words were muffled by soft, fleshy gag she was forced to appease.

After her fourth or fifth orgasm, Cat was really tired. It was almost six hours since they got here, the waves were perfect and her legs were trembling from constant surfing, but she loved this kind of fatigue. This day could never end! In short breaks between catching waves, she enjoyed the services of her toy, dug deep into the sand. It seemed happy, as it never complained - those all incomprehensible mumblings couldn't be treated as serious grievances, now, could they?... All in all, her toy shoud also felt pleased, she paid careful attention to bring it pleasure and excitement, caoutious not to bring her over the edge...
Nevertheless, it was the time to get back home. There was only one last thing Cat wanted to do. The very reason she made this whole installation.

The gag went off, the straw went in. Mouse felt completely indifferent, her mind was absent. Her limbs were numb and tired, her whole body was stiff and aching. She felt completely broken and wanted nothing more than to be left to die in peace. It the most torturous thing she ever experienced and she was filled with pure hatred to her tormentor. No, not even love-hate feeling, not some criss-crossing feeligns of anger and pleausre - it was pure, untouched hate. She was out of her mind and she knew with terryfing certainty, that this time it will be all over. It would be the last time she ever talk to her so-called mistress - to spit her in the eye and be done with all that.  She was calm and resigned. What worse could happen?
And then she stopped, wondering, why Cat is not teasing nor using her again. There was no sign of her around, not the slightest sound. Only distant hum of the sea.
'Cat?...' she asked the air with weak voice, her sore throat barely able to produce sound. 'Cat?'
The answer was a silence. Was she gone again?
Then, suddenly, she felt wet, very warm touch on top of her arched arse, right between the sticked out buttocks. The hot liquid slowly dripped and flowed between them, gahtering in and around the dent of her arsehole. She shivered and then another touch brought her sudden realisaton - thick, ovoid shape, pressing gently against sensitive opening.
- Right behind you. - she heard vicious voice behind her and loud scream escaped her mouth, when Cat drove thick, shaped dildo deep down her arse, in one, smooth move. The cold, wet intruder made her straighten up and howl in sudden pain. It was actually not that bad, but the surprising assault was most unpleasant. Mouse screamed and begged Cat to stop, as she felt the long, deep thrusts, alternately painfully fast and painfully slow. Short haired mistress was relentless and fucked her toy mericlessly, obsessed with her own, selfish pleasure. The double, strapless dildo fit deep inside her kitty was moving and teasing her sensitive flesh, as she kept pumping her toy's tight hole, harder and faster.
It took her awhile, but eventually, when her toy's screams and weak pleas almost died out, she felt sudden burst of heat and she collapsed on blonde's arched back, groaning loudly. She writhed over her body, both glistening with sweat.
After a while she kneeled low, in front of her toy and pulled up her chin with her fingers, then touched her lips with still glistening tip fo the dildo.
'I hope you had prepared your arse well' she hissed viciously 'Cause I hate when you leave my toys uncleaned. Now, open wide.'

Red writings

Yesterday evening was... Incredible.

The task Mistress had left me with for a weekend was to write down on my body few things, then get dressed and go to meet Red for at least quite some time. Also, as a punishment for spoiling Her toy earlier this week, I was forbidden to play with myself until my Mistress returns. She had not left me any specific instructions about my outfit, so I was to prove myself.

Because of my last week adventures and general weariness I skipped an occassion to hang out with my roomie on Friday night, which happened to be really good idea. She came back early in the morning, totally wasted. I dare not to think, how would I have looked like after that... When I got up, she mumbled weakly from depths of her bed about some pills and some herbal tea. Well, that was then, when language barrier is so high! I gave her my painkillers and strong, black tea and left her alone. I guess it was the best I could do, though I felt bad about it. I wish I could do more.

I went down to see Red. I was curious if she did herself too, but fortunately she was just sleepy when I met her right in front of her room. She was sneaking to the kitchen, dressed in the green, fluffy dressing gown. With her hair flying and springing in all directions she looked like a willow tree after hurricane. I spooked her a little, cause I caught her totally unprepared. She looked so sweet! I cheered her and asked, if she could help me later with my studies. Fortunately she agreed, laughing, that she had had the same problem too in her first year. So I rushed back to my room to prepare.

A. intended to stay the bed nearly whole day, so I had no problems with the bathroom later. I stripped naked and put on my violet set- a push up bra and tiny thongs. Then I wrote 'cycki suki' over my breasts with CD marker, a word on each boob, then 'wlasnosc Magdy' just over the waistband (with small arrow below, to leave no doubt about what it says). And while this was rather simple, writing over my buttocks wasn't so easy to do in the mirror! Few times I had to clean the wrongly drawn letter - fortunately it was easy wiped with a nail polish remover. In the end the letters and whole words were little crooked, but the sentence 'zadek szmaty' was readable. Though correct writng 'S' and 'Z' in the mirrored view was major pain.

I felt excitement, when I wore short skirt and overknees, trying to find a blouse that will cover my tits but only so far for the letters to hide. I was not ordered to dress in any particular way, but I suspected what my Mistress meant. Y'know, it's natural to fulfill the orders quite literally, but it is only good if you are in direct contact and close supervision. It's the particualr battle of wits between the domme and the sub, to attack with orders and defend with clever following, to outsmart each other. But here, in our online relationship, it is up to me to do my Mistress' bidding not only literally, but also intentionally. And though I wasn't forbidden to wear pants and skivvy, where would be the fun with that?

When I sat over my bed with my makeup case open, A. woke up for a moment and asked if I'm going out. I answered absently that I'm just going to get help in my studies and got mumbled 'uh-huh' in return. I smiled and was just about to put on a eyeshade - I bought myself new violet set, from black to deep purple, seven colours, awesome! - when suddenly it hit me. I stopped with my hand raised.
'Why am I doing that, again?'
Well, the answer seemed pretty obvious - I followed my Mistress' order, the one I brought on my head myself and was ridiculously happy about it. But it was not about the whole write-on-my-body-and-get-caught thing. It was about makeup. And outfit. And whole appearance. And my building up arousal, butterflies-in-belly crap. I tried to ignore the doubts, turning them down as my desire to proudly represent the elegant style of my Mistress, to not embarrass her and... No.
It was about Red.
I was preparing for a bloody date!

I slowly put the hand down, still looking myself in the eye. I had the whole vision of myself ready in my head, looking stunning and tempting, walking in there with the seductive smile, moving smoothly and efficiently... Bloody hell, I was going to my colleague to learn frigging maths! J., what's the fuck up with you?!

I bit my lips and closed the makeup case. Fuck! I am up for the Red!

It was... Well, it was terrible. I hardly know her, she is older than me, she's from a differenrt culture. I'm a lesbian, she's probably not so crazy about girls. But honestly, I wanted to actually do her. And without all that dating and romantic crap, I wanted to make her scream. And her to make me scream even louder. Just like that.
Suddenly, the whole idea of meeting her seemed no so tempting anymore. I felt the writings on my body burn. And what if she actually is interested in girls? What if we end up in some warm and cozy place, where she'll see that I am owned bitch? The worst part of it was the writing below my belly - I really didn't want to show her, that my pussy does not in fact belong to me...
Damn, you J.! What are you thinking? Just go there and do what you were said to!

I punt on the makeup, but no bananas - just an ordinary one, maybe bit more careful. And coloured. For a moment I considered actually taking the sweater, but the dorm is really warm and I didn't want to sweat. I took only black scarf and went down to meet my destiny.

Red was there, sitting in simple jumper and shorts. Her hair were still mess, only clamped at the top, glasses hanging on the end of pointy nose. She looked at me and I could swear she blushed. Her roomies were there too and greeted me. I stood there, my heart raging, my face blushing, my belly burning. I barely held the books in my hands. Red smiled at me. There were only two chairs, both taken, so she sat me on her bed, at the table. I suddenly felt incredibly stupid. I normal case it wouldn't be a problem, but now... I took my books and asked her to help me figure out few things.
Next two hours we had passed at learning. It was really helpful, though I could barely focus. I was toying with my scarf, biting and pulling it involountarily, trying to cover my suddenly too generous cleavage. Red smelled nicely, the shock of her hair flied everywhere - it have to be bloody annoying - and I couldn't take my eyes off her long, green-nailed fingers. I wanted to hold them and put them under my blouse, to pull of her jumper and grab those perky titties of hers, bite them, squeeze them, suck them...

YES!!

'You allright?' I heard her voice. I shook my head and smiled.
'I guess I'm tired', I replied and crossed my fingers to keep them from trembling. In a whim I understood my Mistress' viscious plan. I sat next to the babe I wanted to screw badly, with my body marked with humiliating signs of my nature and ownership. I was branded as a bitch, slut and someone's plaything, sitting here sweating and twisting in silent agony.
I was just about to stand up, when Red stretched and yawned. It was dark outside.
'We're going to the camera. Wanna hang out?' she asked me suddenly. I freezed. Was she asking me out? The other girls encouraged me and I agreed, totally confised. 'But what camera?' I asked stupidly. It happened to be the name of the cafe with - apperantly - the best chocolate in the city. They asked me if A. would go too, but I said she had not looked good in the morning and that I doubt. We were to set off in an hour.
I rushed to my room and tried to calm down. I was asked for a bloody date. Well, not clearly a date, but... Now, hold your horses, J. It's not just you and Red, the other guys will be there too. I tried to breathe calmly, but to no avail. I was still nervous and INCREDIBLY horny. I thought about wiping off the writings, but then... I pushed that thought away. The won't be seen unless I strip and there were no chance for that, so why should I? It's still part of the game...

We went out. It was cold, windy and bit snowy. Snow! I saw it for the first time in my life, like, for real. The girls were bitchin' for the weather, but I was happy - it was the first time I saw the Winter. It was not like I have imagined, but Red assured me, that this is just prelude. It will vanish in a day or two and then the real thing will come. Nevertheless I was glad to see it with my own eyes. Also, the strong wind brought in the fresh, clean air, cleaning a bit the old, polluted air of the city.
We got to the cafe, full of the people at the time. We chatted, bit like at the party, but now I could understand more, because girls talked slower and to my amusement, mostly in English. I was grateful for that and in turn tried to speak Polish, but even though girls cheered me a lot, it still made stupid spelling mistakes and my grammar was still awful. It was really pleasant evening. The girls were all kind and really nice - I guess I made new friends tonight :)

But the most surprising part was yet to come.
When Mouse and Cat - it was my first involoutarily thought the moment I saw those girls - went to the restroom, we were alone with the Red for a moment. I felt awkward, because I didn't really knew what to say. I sipped the chocolate - white, with strawberries: awesome! - and watched the people, whe suddenly Red giggled.
'May I ask you something?'. I was startled 'Shoot.', I replied.
'Well... I'm just curious. What do you have written on your breasts?'
I freezed. I blushed. My heart stopped then suddenly raced as if it would break free. My hands were shaking so badly I had to hold them between my legs. I instantly pulled my bloody scarf, which slipped and shown the top of the letters, protruding just a bit from my cleavage.
'Nothing.' I replied quickly. Too quickly. My face nearly burned away. I frantically looked for some credible story.'I... I just lost a bet.' Phew. That should do.
'A bet?' What did you do?'
'We... We were arguing with my friend about the movie.' Damn, that was stupid! But I had to improvise. 'And she won and made me write something on my boobs for a day.'
'Come on! What's does it say?' she teased me, laughing. I wanted to die. Seriously. I wanted to close my eyes and make it all vanished. Instead I was sitting there with the hottest girl in my dorm, smiling at me kindly and asking me about my bloody shame! FUCK! J., what have you done?!
Red teased me for a while and then, suddenly I looked her straight in the eye and smiled wickedly.
'Promise you won't tell? Anyone, especially A.'
'Promise.'
I looked around if nobody watched and pulled the collar of my blouse slightly, revealing my 'bitch's tits'. Red gasped loudly then chuckled, covering her mouth. I felt sudden relief. I don't know, what I was expecting, but her friendly laughter made me a bit more confident. I hid the writing and asked Red again not to tell anyone.

Obviously ;)

We were home before midnight, after a long walk and a few drinks later. I remembered not to waste myself again, so I got back relatively sober. As I laid in my bed that night, I thought it was life's irony, that I spent the whole afternoon and evening with three girls, from who only the one, the most imortant one noticed my secret. I thought about her long into night, stroking gently my body, trying at all costs avoiding my pussy. My stomach was again on fire, I felt an unbearable tingling deep inside me. Next time I'll have to use some cuffs to keep myself from touching... I drifted off, dreaming of smooth body, full of freckles and fire.

Dream of freckles

Hope I satisfied You, Mistress.

Easy balls

Yesterday was at last pretty normal. I wasn't sick, I slept well and without perils of epic hangover.

To my surprise, I noticed my pussy hungrily accepted my new toy. And she didn't like me to remove it... Of course, the best part of ben-wa play - at least as for me - is to tease my kitty with them, putting them in and pulling back again, never let them to settle. I toyed with them for a while, enjoying my growing lust, then reluctantly let it go. Even so, I've already made a mess in my bed!

The day was sunny, though cold and windy - I love my coat, but I really have to find a new one, more suitable for Polish weather! I enjoyed the sun, walking slowly to my school. The toys were buzzing delciately, keeping me constantly aware of my pussy and dreaming my Mistress. I keep wondering, how does she look like? What kind of person she is really? I she stern and focused?



Sensual and lustful?



Is she playful?



Caring?



Or purely mean?



Is she elegant?



Kinky?



Teasing?



I wonder, what kind of fantasies are her favourite? Is she into pain? Or abuse? Or maybe she just enjoy being in control? How does she like being served? Rough? Gentle? Does she like to torment her toy herself? Or just watch it play? Is she straight domme or she likes to switch?

The more I wondered, the more slippery I became. In the class I often drifted away, feeling deep blush on my face. I found that even when I sit apparently motionless, I can get turned on by only slight moves of my hips. The rettles inside my ben-was made a good work - too good, as I was soon to find, when I had to get to the restroom few times, just to stop my kitty from completely ruining my jeans. But... I just couldn't resist. When I returned home it was already dark. I was panting and weak, my lust heated, my hands involountarily sneaking into my pants...

I needed to calm myself, to focus on something else. So I thought it would be nice to apologize the girl throwing the party day before for the mess I did. I bought a bottle of nice chardonnay and early in the evening I knocked on her door.
She opened bit surprised. She didn't want to hear any apologies, she was more worried about me. She told me the bloke was a jerk and she should knew better than to invite him and such. Then it was I who was surprised - I know it wasn't my fault, like, for real, but I felt sorry: I overreacted too.
We were sitting alone, her roommates were out. She had lovely dress and I thought I never saw her wearing pants. When asked, she explained, that it's an old habit - her father always said, that real girl should wear skirts and dresses. And so she did, and now she used to them so much, she hardly do wear anything else. She laughed a bit, when I asked her, how is she doing in this weather. 'It's genetic, I think', she answered. I guess she's right...

Not THAT red, but... close enough :)

She brought coffee, we sipped wine and chatted. I think I like her. She is cheerful, she smiles a lot and is really, really beautiful. She is slim, with curly, reddish hair, small framed but she moves like a gymnast. I like her long, green-lacquered nails, long, pointy nose, myriad of freckles covering her face.. I think she is the prettiest girl I met here. And then... And then my ben-was awakened.
It's not like they were sleeping, up till now, oh no! But now the tingling in my pussy and gentle rattle of hidden toys suddenly became much more intense. It was hard not to wriggle.  We talked and talked and I felt more and more turned on. I imagined her body under the soft fabric, I almost felt her perky tits gently pressing against mine, her sweet, wet kitty hidden timidly under trimmed, red bush, leaving wet kisses my own clean shaven mound...

Dream pussy...

I felt sudden mix of grief and relief when her roomies came back, laughing loudly, ruining the moment of intimacy. I got up and left, promising I'll see her soon - she was on the same faculty, so, putting the more pleasant reasons aside, it can be good to know someone, who could help me with my course.
I had a hard time not to run back to my room and satiate my hunger. Instead I walked unnaturaly slow, trying to breathe evenly and quietly. A. greeted me with a carefull look and asked me if I met my mysterious date again. She has I good eye, I give her that. Or it is me, wearing my feelings up my sleeves... Anyway I explained where I've been and then I took a shower. Cold one. Really cold. I needed that. Badly.

It was late, when I finished mail to my Mistress, addressing some questions she had ask me lately. Suddenly I felt sleepy and as soon as I got to my bed I instantly drfited away, with dreams filled with red and green...

I hope I satisfied You, my Mistress.

Balls in play, another day

Second day.
Today one of my first thoughts was to get to any adult store and get anything lighter than my bloody ben-was. I like them so much, but I guess they were not designed to keep them in while walking. They are heavy and very smooth, which makes them really slippery. On my way to the store I had to stop few times just too keep them in. The most awkward thing happened just in front of the store - one of the balls just slipped out and after a while it fell out of may panties to my leg.
It was terrible. I couldn't do a thing because my tight jeans were too thick to operate the ball. Also I stood on a street and it would look terribly stupid if I would just put my hand into my pants and manipulate somewhere by my crotch... The only thing I could do was to play along. I got into the store.

Fortunately it happened to be really nice boutique with rather exclusive merchandise... and equally exclusive prices. But I didn't care - I was desperate to get rid of those bloody balls...
I nearly forgot ho I like such stores... I spent at least half an hour or so wandering form shelf to shelf, looking through colourful and sometimes bizarre toys. Like a kid in candy store :) Seriously, I could spend my whole money here... At last I found series of Fun Factory toys. They looked awesome - cute, colourful, very pleasant in touch and design. Not too cheap, but then again, I couldn't help myself :)

My new toys <3

The dangling ball in my pants reminded me I have to get back home eventually. Thank God for my long coat... I took the bus and finally I got to the dorm. A. instantly recognized I walk strangely, but I just blamed it for my bladder and quickly shut myself in the bathroom.
Phew! That was a relief! The new ben-was were bit smaller, but also lighter and coated in silicone, meaning the won't be as slippery the old ones. And they also have another curious thing - the inside balls!
See, my metal balls are hollow (I guess) but empty. The new, plastic ones have another set inside, meaning they constantly vibrate delicately during every move. It's peculiar feeling, when something moves deep inside your bowels... At first it felt odd, like if my stomach rebelled. Then it felt uneasy, like some small animal got inside me. Then it started to tingle and... Hell, it was whole range of feelings, but one in particular - it was very exciting. I was doomed.
Before I got out of the bathroom, my arousal went through the roof. I never thought the bloody thing is so sensitive. My old toys doesn't rattle and their usage is... bit different. But those two babies are dangling whenever I move, even if I write to fast. Damn. My pussy woke up and in few moments my panties were dripping and the familiar feeling of being on fire started to build up...

I'm not sure, how much can I take...

A. asked me if I feel good, with all that blush and burning ears and almost forced me to bed. In my state I was about to offer her to join me for the fun, but I resisted the urge at the last moment. It was so nice to drop the tight jeans and change to something more comfortable!

I kept the ben-was in 'till the evening. While sitting in class and talking weren't as bad, but the walk from my dorm and back after the courses was a complete mess. I stopped at least twice, breathing heavily, trying to calm my raging heart. The balls held firm and with much less effort, though the feeling was still awkward and the feeling of discomfort grew steadily. Nevertheless, my constantly stimulated pussy wouldn't let me forget about her, desperately demanding my attention. I tried to confom her back at home with warm shower, but with no avail. What's worse, our neighbours are throwing a birthday party tonight and I don't have really good excuse not to go.

But the most surprisng feeling I got today was irrational reluctance, when my roomie's BF came visit her. I was in my own world, I saw everything around through some fuzzy filter, feeling everything in sensual, erotic way, and then his black figure went in, shattering my visions. I felt angered, like he ruined something I was expecting. I don't know what...

I feel bit frustrated. This will be the long night... Hope I survive without jumping on people.

Hope it won't happen T_T