Posted by Moore on April 22, 2004 at 15:57:23:
Desire O'Bannon raced from her class as soon as the bell rang. Henry held the door open for her, bowing deeply. "My Lady," he said. Desire paused long enough to curtsy and reply, "My Lord." They were in a play together that Henry had written, playing a married couple in the time of the Renaissance set amongst Machiavellian intrigue.
Desire ran across campus, ignoring the usual stares. Desire is five foot eight, long and lean, with red curly hair that would have cascaded down her back to her butt if she wasn't running. Her pale skin is accentuated by a light sprinkling of freckles on her shoulders, and her green eyes remind the viewer of a cat. She isn't pretty; she is beautiful. Desire could have been a model if she had the confidence. Desire had gotten a nickname at college, the "Goddess of the Moon," due to a private pagan ceremony that she had been discovered doing naked beneath the light of the full moon in her freshman year.
Perhaps to balance the gift of her external beauty, her inner life had been very ugly until recently. Desire's mother had chosen men foolishly. Desire's father had left before she was born, and Desire always tried to cling to any father figure in her life with a discomforting desperation.
Desire' stepfather had claimed her budding sexuality and twisted it into something ugly. He did things to her for years, dark shameful things that ruined her ability to trust, to love. Desire's mother didn't believe her, and took the stepfather' side. Desire never learned to express her natural sexual needs normally; for her satisfaction the sex had to be wrapped in shame, humiliation or pain.
Desire had a rough patch in high school. She drank too much alcohol to make her brave enough to seduce and fuck. She slept with men, trading sex for the attention she desperately sought, trying to please the man in her life so much that he wouldn't leave her. Desire took drugs to drown the shameful guilt of her wickedness. Desire was on a downward spiral. Nothing Desire did could fill the hole in her, and she came close to losing her joie de vie. Desire felt herself going too far down the path she didn't want to travel on.
Going to college saved her. Desire reinvented herself from the first day. She was seventy miles from her dealers, her stepfather and mother, and the other negative people who had continually hurt her. At college Desire stopped using and being used. It was like a switch had been flipped and her old self was gone with all of its pain. She dated a few guys, like Henry, but didn't feel the need to have sex with them in order to get them to like her.
And then she met the love of her life, Cindy.
Cindy is only five foot two inches tall, but talks so loudly she seems bigger. Cindy has straight black hair to her shoulders. Cindy is curvy, with nice girl muscles from exercising at the gym.
Cindy seemed to be everywhere Desire looked at the start of sophomore year. Desire enjoyed the company of her new friend, going to movies or out for ice cream. Cindy finally asked Desire in frustration why Desire didn't realize Cindy was flirting with her. Desire was shocked at first. She had never thought of having a woman before.
Once Desire got used to the idea, she liked it. Cindy took things slow with Desire, but they rounded the bases within a week. After they had consummated their relationship one evening, Cindy asked Desire if she had any non-vanilla tastes. Desire told her she loves chocolate. Cindy laughed and held her tight and asked Desire if she had any kinky sexual desires. Desire blushed furiously, but dared Cindy to show her what she meant.
Cindy is a Domme. Cindy started Desire's training. Cindy bound Desire playfully, then rewarded her. Cindy started disciplining Desire with light spanks with her hand. Desire wanted more. Cindy rapidly increased the pace of Desire's training. The bondage grew more elaborate, more intense. Desire was spanked by hand, then a with a belt, then with paddles and whips. Cindy had Desire address her only as Mistress in private, and had Desire move around on her hands and knees. Cindy had Desire only use her mouth to manipulate objects, like when Desire would dress or undress her Mistress each day. Cindy studied Desire, and broke her down, and made a toy of Desire for her complete amusement.
Within a month from the beginning of sophomore year, Desire was living with Cindy as her sub, as her slave. Desire found giving up power and being controlled and disciplined what she always craved, but didn't know how to express. Desire relished the punishment for her wicked, lustful needs. Desire became infinitely more malleable from the spanking then she was before it, and she did whatever Mistress Cindy commanded her to do without hesitation.
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Desire took the stairs two at a time. She opened the door to their dorm room. Desire saw Cindy sitting, waiting for her, but Mistress didn't look angry with her yet. Desire dropped to all fours and lowered her eyes, and nudged the door shut with her nose. Within the room Desire was a slave, and not allowed to use her hands or speak without her Mistress's permission.
Desire crawled over to her Mistress and kissed her feet. Cindy stood and walked over to a heavy wooden block table which resembled an upside-down u. "Come," she ordered. Desire crawled over obediently, feeling the growing excitement as the scene started.
"Take off my clothes," the Mistress ordered. Desire only used her mouth as she unbuttoned her Mistress' shirt. The red head tugged at the sleeves until she took the garment off. Desire folded the shirt and before scampering back to undo her Mistress' skirt. It too was folded neatly and put away. Desire snuck in a lick on her Mistress's hip as she tugged down the brunette's panties.
"Good. Stand up," Mistress Cindy commanded. Mistress Cindy stripped Desire quickly. "Lay down on the table, on your back, and put your hands above your head."
Desire obeyed, happy to please her Mistress. Cindy got rope, and bound Desire's hands above her head to the table. Mistress Cindy looked over her slave's lovely shape, and licked her lips in anticipation. Cindy squatted down near Desire's feet.
"You are gorgeous. I could just eat you up. If you ever get a fatal disease, I am going to eat you for real." Mistress Cindy began kissing one of Desire's toes. She took the toe in her mouth, sucked hard, licked another toe, and then took Desire's big toe in her mouth, nipping at it. "I'd bite off your toes." Cindy nibbled on Desire's Achilles tendon, tickling her and making her squirm. "I would like to sink my teeth into your calf." Cindy said as she licked up her calf, then up the softness of her inner thighs. Cindy teased her, curling her tongue around Desire' sex. Desire knew she could only moan her frustration. If she complained, Mistress would punish her. Cindy licked Desire's bellybutton and caught some of the soft skin between her teeth. "I wonder what you would taste like if I took a big bite," Cindy started. "I bet ..." Suddenly they heard music loud enough they felt the beat throb in their chests; Peaches, "Set it Off." Their next door neighbors had a new stereo they liked to blast at full volume, repeating the same song over and over.
They looked at each other, and tried not to laugh. Mistress Cindy reestablished the mood by licking Desire's breast. Her nipple responded as Cindy teased and nipped at it with her teeth.
Cindy laid down on the table next to her while she continued giving her chest love bites. Mistress Cindy put her hand on Desire's thigh and stroked lightly with her nails, causing the red head to squirm.
"Don't cum until I tell you that you can," the Domme whispered warmly into her sub's ear, loudly enough to be heard over the blaring music.
"Yes Mistress," Desire purred.
Mistress Cindy controlled her slave's physical response, stoking her sex as she bit and tasted the sub's chest and neck, bringing her near to pleasure and then pulling her back.
Desire got closer and closer to forbidden pleasure as Misters Cindy inserted one finger at first, then two. Cindy nipped harder. A small part of Desire's mind wondered what she would wear tomorrow to cover up the hickeys her Mistress was sensually making on her neck. Desire tried to control her growing excitement, but Mistress Cindy knew Desire's pale body too well. After several delightfully torturous minutes, Mistress told her slave she could orgasm. Cindy put her teeth to Desire's freckled shoulder and bit hard. Desire squeaked as she shook and came, the pain of the bite adding to the pleasure.
Desire looked over at her beloved Mistress when her senses returned to her. Cindy looked a bit guilty, and had bright red blood dripping from her mouth. Cindy had bitten harder then she had planned, but Desire gave her forgiveness with a smile. Cindy cleaned out Desire's wound tenderly. Cindy untied Desire, and they snuggled. Their neighbors blasted them with music for several hours, but Desire still fell asleep until dinner time.
Cindy offered Desire her favorite chocolates later as a way to apologize. Cindy fed her submissive lovingly, lovingly feeding her chocolates hand made by Bernard Callebaut - truffles, dark, milk and white chocolates in the Belgian tradition ordered from a specialty shop in Chicago. They played classical music, lit vanilla scented candles, and took enough time to savor every nuance of flavor that crosses one's palate, and followed each bite with a sip of full bodied merlot.
Desire hoped she would be bitten more if she was going to be rewarded like this.