| Lesbian: BDSM: Into a New Life Part 2 (1/6) |
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After a few days I am moved in with Uvonda; during this time she is as sweet and gentle as another submissive, much like Fawn, but I knew this is only the calm before the storm. As soon as I’m settled, Uvonda tells me, “A few words to remember, ‘Position’ means you’re on your knees, laying out with your arms extended. ‘Respond’ means the obvious. ‘Resume’ means you’ll return to your submissive mannerisms. ‘Relax’ means you are one of the human race and can speak freely. Now this is the most important word of all, ‘STOP.’ Once said, we no longer know one another, I shall assist you as you pack, see to it you have transportation home, where you will resume your useless, miserable, existence, there will be no 2nd chance…do you understand the importance of using that word at the wrong time…respond.” “Yes my mistress.” Kissing me lightly, as she bites my lower lip, actually drawing blood, smilingly she continues, “During the times you are in Resume, remember you are no one, nothing, filth, dirt, lower than any living creature on earth, you’ll never wear clothing…you do not deserve to, since you are nothing, you have no shame.” Smiling wickedly she then kisses my lips, brutally rams her hand in my cunt, doing the same to me. I gasp, burst out crying, as I tearfully plead, “Mercy mistress, please.” She screams at the top of her voice, “Position.” Uvonda opens the drawer next to her bed, pulls out a common ping-pong paddle and lays a hard slap on my ass with it, as she says, “ONE.” After another, she says, “TWO.” Between the hurting on my ass, the knowledge of why she’s doing this, my love, and need for her and my just plain perverted feelings about this, I become wet between my legs almost at once, and by the time she has given me 5 whacks with that paddle, my cunt juices are running down my legs. What a strange combination of emotions to have, fear, pain, and love for who is causing it, shame, embarrassment, and a deep desire to please this savior of mine. After the last blow, I’m curled up in the fetal position, on the floor, sobbing terribly. Uvonda lifts me and carries me into her room, lays me on her bed, then so soft and sweet, sugar seems to be dripping from her lips, she tells me, “Relax, speak to me Beth, what is going on in your mind.” “May I please mistress?” “Yes my pet, I just gave you permission to talk to me, just as if you were a member of the human race.” “You know how hurtful all this is that you are doing to me. I become so ashamed, embarrassed, humiliated, and at the same time, sexually aroused, every time you hit me, call me horrible names…I have these conflicting emotions going on inside me, I’m sexually aroused, needing to be fulfilled, I feel ashamed, and more that grows the more excited I become, mistress. I am so confused, I seem to never know how to do what you want me to, or do I ever seem give you any sexual fulfillment. Is there a pur…” “It took you only 4 tries to learn to inhale my exhaling cigarette smoke, only a purposeless, actually stupid person would even want to do that, that was my test to see if you actually wanted to be my submissive, because if |
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