Laine was nervous. For weeks her friends and she had been planning to attend the annual "Halloween Leather and Lace Fetish Ball" held in the nearby city. They thought it would be a fun lark to go and see what all the "freaks" got up to on the craziest holiday of the year. Now she was here and her phone was full of texts from her friends, all of whom had something else come up or who chickened out at the last minute. Some of them were obvious lies. One or two admitted that they were scared by, "Whips and chains and such" and one outright said, "Those people are nuts."
She was seriously considering just leaving, but the ticket hadn't been cheap and the drive there had been pretty long and she was reluctant to just turn around and head home. Besides, the curiosity that had compelled her to come in the first place was still there. She took a deep breath and made a quick adjustment to the sexy pirate costume she had on and she headed for the line in the door. In moments she was attracting attention and she could see why. Laine was easily the most covered woman in sight. The costume that had gotten her hit on a dozen times at a party the year before looked totally out of place.
The doorman gave her an odd look as he took her ticket. She knew she essentially screamed "tourist" in this crowd, but these events were huge. She couldn't be the only person here just to look. She entered an enormous building and her senses were nearly overwhelmed by the crowd of people, the flashing lights from the dance floor and the dank smells of leather and sweat.
She almost turned around again. If she had felt out of place in line outside, stepping inside was like falling through the rabbit hole. Everywhere she looked were people in collars on leashes being led around by women with exposed breasts above tight corsets and men in assless chaps. Her mind was reeling. She was drawing more stares than ever and some of the looks were utterly frightening, as if she were being assessed from head to toe. She had never felt so out of place and confused when out of the chaos she heard a voice.
"Is this your first time my dear?" The voice belonged to a woman and was at once drenched in honey and forged in steel.
"Yes!" exclaimed Laine, desperate for someone to help her. "Ma'am," she added, not entirely sure why she had. The last time she called someone ma'am was in high school, but this woman seemed to command immediate respect. She was an imposing figure in thigh high boots beneath a leather bustier and a short, but oddly medieval looking skirt. Her eyes were ice blue and shined like cold fire. Most magnificent of all was her hair. Copper red and obviously completely natural it hung to her waist like a waterfall of new pennies. She was stunning and frightening, but it was more than just her friendly words in a sea of strangers that made her seem inviting. She exuded strange yet welcoming warmth.
"All by yourself?" the fire haired Goddess asked as Laine came closer.
"Yes... ma'am," Laine answered, blushing a bit and still wondering why she was calling this woman "ma'am."
The woman flashed a brilliant smile in return. "Well then, you're in luck. The organizers hired me to answer questions and help out people that seemed confused."
"Oh thank you...ma'am. I was a little overwhelmed. My friends and I thought this would be fun, but they all chickened out at the last minute. Now I'm here alone and I'm starting to wonder why I came at all."
"Would you like me to help you find the dance floor...and maybe a partner once there?" the woman asked with a sly smile.
"No ma'am....actually....I can't dance at all. Yeah my friends were mostly coming for the DJs, but....." Laine stammered.
"There must have been some reason you were interested?" the woman asked encouragingly.
Laine blushed a deeper red. "I.....always kind of wondered why people did things like this. Being tied up or whipped.... I never really imagined...this." She motioned to the crowd and demonstration areas set up around the building.
The leather clad woman gave a faint smile. This young lady had potential. She was obviously not just here for the show. She believed the girl was truly curious. Well, that was why she was here; to assist the curious. The sweet young thing was already acting naturally deferential; her instincts seemed to indicate a submissive streak. Mistress would bring it out of her slowly without scaring her off.
"Why don't we find a quieter area where I can answer your questions? I believe there is a lounge area set up on the other side of the bar. Would you care for a drink?"
"No ma'am. Not that I don't want to talk to you...but I think I should probably stay sober and keep my wits about me."
Another smile was quickly hidden. All the better if she stayed sober, the woman thought.
"What is your name my dear?" the woman asked as she led the way through the crowd. The girl dropped into step three paces behind her. Perfect again, she thought with another hidden grin.
"Laine ma'am."
"What a charming name. I am called Mistress Xanna or Mistress X at these types of events."
"Is that how I should address you...Mistress?" Laine rolled the foreign but oddly sensual term over her tongue.
Xanna smiled warmly down on her again. "Ma'am is just fine actually. Since you are not one of my pets calling me Mistress is not necessary. It is probably a good thing I stepped in when I did. These balls are supposed to be considered casual and it is supposed to be understood not everyone is 'scene' but there are some stripes of Dominants that would see a woman alone and make a claim and it would just cause confusion." As she said this Xanna gave a cold steely warning gaze to a particularly fierce looking bearded man who had been eyeing Laine since her arrival. He shot Xanna an ugly stare of his own before turning away. Laine heaved a sigh of relief. For the first time since arriving she didn't feel compelled to make a run for the door.
As they walked along Laine became increasingly self-conscious of the way she was dressed. Her costume was all wrong. She was still getting a fair number of curious stares and she knew she was standing out, in spite of or possibly because she was wearing a lot more than anyone else present.
Xanna looked back at Laine and saw her awkwardly fussing in her costume. She stopped walking and allowed Laine to catch up. "Feeling uncomfortable my dear?"
"I....my costume ma'am....it just doesn't seem right."
"It's very attractive, but not exactly... appropriate for this type of event."
Laine shifted on her heels, feeling more awkward every second. What could she do?
Xanna leaned in with a conspiratorial whisper, "Actually, if you took off the jacket the bodice you are wearing would work on its own."
Laine's eyes lit up in momentary relief, but then nerves took back over and she bit her lip. "I suppose it would look better, but...." Laine trailed off, thinking to herself. The bodice wasn't indecent and maybe she would attract less attention without the jacket.
Xanna whispered again, "You will stand out less in less here. It's the same as at a nude beach. The person wearing clothes attracts the most attention."
Laine nodded. That made sense. It was almost like Xanna had followed her train of thought. She shrugged the pirate jacket off her shoulders. Xanna took it and folded it over her arm. "There are some lockers over in the same direction I can drop this off in. Now...as for the skirt..."
Laine blushed again. She had chosen a rather long and bulky skirt for an authentic pirate wench costume. She felt terribly and embarrassingly overdressed.
"What do you have on under it?"
"A pair of lace bikini panties and a garter belt holding up my fishnets ma'am."
"Perfect."
Laine's jaw sank as she processed what the older woman was suggesting.
"Wait...just my underwear?"
Xanna gave her another encouraging smile. "It will look just right, especially with the boots you have on."
Laine bit her lip again. She took a deep breath and unfastened the skirt. It fell down around her ankles and she bent over to pick it up. Xanna observed her. Laine had mid-length light brown hair showing off a long curving neck. She was of somewhat average height and weight, but the bodice set off her round bosom and slim waist and the garters and stockings made her ass and legs look amazing. She was a beautiful girl oblivious to her own comeliness. Laine didn't notice the Domina's intense scrutiny as she stood up and handed the skirt over.
"Leave the hat. It's really cute and sets off your hair," Xanna said, accepting the skirt and neatly folding it over the jacket.
Laine blushed deeper still. "I've never thought anything about my hair ma'am. It's just kind of...there. Mousy and there."
Imagining her hair in a tight French braid which she would then clutch hard, pulling Laine close, "It has beautiful highlights. And it's so long and thick. It is really quite lovely" Xanna cooed.
Laine warmed inside at Xanna's words. That this gorgeous woman thought she was anything to look at was a real compliment. They turned down an aisle of lockers and Xanna stopped to drop off Laine's jacket and skirt and tucked the key into her bustier. Laine had a touch of panic. Since there was no way she could drive all the way home in her underwear, Xanna now controlled when she could leave. Xanna turned to her and said, "Don't worry. Whenever you want the key I will give it to you. I just don't see a place for you to keep it on yourself." Laine's nerves calmed again. It was almost as if Xanna could anticipate her concerns and lay them to rest before she had even figured them out.
Xanna began to lead the way again. On the other side of the lockers was the lounge area. Laine looked around with curious confusion. Some of the men and women were reclining on leather chaises and couches while others knelt at their feet on the floor. Xanna steered them over to a quiet table a ways away from anyone else. A woman in a skimpy cocktail waitress outfit crawled over to them as they sat down. Xanna rolled her eyes and intoned in a distant and disinterested voice. "This is laying it on a bit thick. Please stand. I rarely make my own servants crawl, let alone others."
Xanna clapped, and the woman stood and answered, "Thank you Mistress. What would you and your companion like to drink?"
"I will have a mineral water. My dear what will you have?"
"I will have the same," Laine replied. She didn't generally drink mineral water, but she wasn't going to have any alcohol and this didn't feel like the time or place for ordering a 7up.
"Two mineral waters. Thank you My Lady." The waitress bowed and hurried to fill their order. She was back in a flash with a couple of bottles of S.Pelligro and glasses with ice.
Xanna waited until the waitress was out of earshot. "I really should speak to the organizers. Making the waitresses crawl is a bit much. Now my dear what would you like to know?"
Laine shifted a little uneasily in her chair. "I guess my main question is why? Why would anyone do these things? What do they get from it?"
"That is a fairly loaded question, particularly the 'what do they get from it' part. People get many different things out of this lifestyle. But I should probably start with the basics. BDSM or Bondage, Discipline, Sadism and Masochism, is based around the concept of power exchange. One person gives up control to another that they trust. Some people do it to explore things they are too frightened to experience on their own or to not have guilt associated with those desires. Others have a wish to serve and please another. The Dominant partner lovingly instructs the submissive in how to feed those desires."
"What about pain? How does that play a part? Why would people want pain?"
"That is very straightforward. Simple physiology. The body produces potent pain killer known as endorphins. Controlled pain causes the body to kick off so many endorphins it brings on a drug like high. The body also produces endorphins when it feels pleasure. That's how pain and pleasure end up connected for a masochist, because physiologically they ARE connected. The endorphins also contribute to a relaxed state of mind.
"You mean-people do this to relax?"
Xanna chuckled gently, "That is a major reason certainly."
Laine's tense muscles responded to that information by twitching in frustration. She constantly wished she could relax, but between work and night school and worrying about her student loans relaxation was a commodity out of her reach.
Xanna noticed the affect her words were having on Laine. The poor girl was tense as a fence post. She had seen this before; young women so unable to relax they were neurotic. Her heart ached for the poor dear. It made the compassionate Domina more determined that if she could she would help Laine learn the sublime peace she had brought to so many others.
"Is this an everyday thing for them?" Laine asked.
"Not generally. For some, it's an occasional indulgence. For others, it's more of a weekly thing. Only a few live the lifestyle 24/7 and even they break for work or going to the store. Personally as important as this is to me, I couldn't imagine being responsible for someone else all the time. Weekends and the occasional evening are plenty for me."
"So when they aren't here, they're just like anyone else?"
"Sweetie they ARE anyone else. They could be the clerk at the supermarket or the receptionist at the doctor's office or hell even the doctor. We're a community fairly big on discretion. You wouldn't know from just meeting someone on the street."
Laine's eyes kept flittering around at all the strange sights. She was beginning to get used to the collars and leashes and only felt a little shock at the prevalent nudity. However every time she thought she had seen the strangest thing yet something odder still would come into view. She was still confused, but Xanna had shed some light on their behavior and she could look now with some understanding. Her friends wouldn't have even tried. They would have just pointed and laughed at everything that they didn't understand or they would have left as soon as they saw something that bothered them, which would have probably taken about two minutes. For the first time she was happy her friends weren't here.
"I could keep answering your questions all night, but at a certain point I think seeing will make more sense," Xanna broke into her reverie.
Laine nodded again. She was still nervous about the way she was dressed and part of her didn't want to leave the anonymity of the lounge, but she couldn't resist the chance to see for herself if what Xanna said was true. Again Xanna led the way with Laine naturally falling in three steps behind. Laine was attracting considerably less attention than she had earlier and within a few minutes had dropped her self-consciousness over her appearance.
Xanna stopped them in front of a stage set up with what almost looked like an exam table in the middle. One woman was leading another over to the table.
"The B in BDSM-Bondage. This is the simplest and most direct means of giving up control." Xanna motioned to the women on the stage. The first woman ordered the second to lie down on the table. Laine observed in fascination as the woman was strapped down to the table-first by her wrists, then her ankles and lastly by a strap across her chest between her breasts and collarbone. She momentarily saw a look of terror pass the woman's features before the other women leaned over, stroked her hair and whispered in her ear. She then ceased her struggles against her bonds and a look of pure contentment took over her face.
Laine looked on in amazement. The other woman took out a large peacock feather and began to run it up and down teasing the tied woman who shuddered in ecstasy at the touch. It looked...exquisite. Laine wasn't sure why that was the word that came to her, but it felt correct. She had never seen a more sensual act and her own skin felt like pins and needles as she watched.
Xanna was herself watching Laine and could see the color rising in her cheeks and the shallowness of her breathing. There was no question; she was getting turned on. She placed a hand on Laine's shoulder. Laine stiffened at the unexpected touch, but quickly discovered she liked the feeling of Xanna's hand on her shoulder; it was wonderfully calming. Laine was able to take a deep breath and let out more of her nerves. She steeled herself and asked the question that was burning in her mind. "Ma'am, what is she feeling that makes her act like that?"
Was it too soon? Xanna wondered. She let Laine watch the sensuous torture another minute before answering her, judging it as good a time as any. "Would you like to find out?"
Laine looked up at her startled. "I.....I...I have never done anything like this. I...what will happen to me?"
Xanna smiled and unclipped a pair of leather cuffs from the belt of her skirt. "Nothing. All I will do is put these on your wrists and bind them together in front of you, fairly loosely of course. I don't want to cause any unnecessary pain. If you get scared all you have to do is ask and I will let you out."
Laine looked over at the ecstatic face of the woman on the table. Could she feel like that? Did she want to feel like that? She didn't know the answer to the first but she knew immediately the answer to the second question was an emphatic "yes." She looked up into Xanna's ice blue eyes and made her decision. "Yes ma'am. I....I would like to know what it feels like ..."
Xanna smiled again. "Ok my dear. Put your hands out in front of you."
Laine put her hands out and closed her eyes as Xanna approached. In a moment, Laine felt smooth leather around her left wrist and a tug as it was tightened and fastened followed by the same around her right. Then she felt the two pulled together and clipped and her wrists were immobilized. Laine opened her eyes. For the first thirty seconds or so she told herself that nothing was different, her hands were just held together. Although she could still move her fingers, Laine started to feel confined by the cuffs within a minute. The sense of confinement began to grow into a feeling of fear. The sinking sensation created by those dual emotions begat more fear. Laine felt like she was coming out of her skin.
Laine felt Xanna's hand on her shoulder, calming her. Her voice purred in Laine's ear. "Don't fight the fear. Embrace it. Stare down your vulnerability. Your willingness to show your vulnerability is a sign of strength not weakness. Your lack of power is true power. I won't let anything happen to you that you don't want to happen."
Xanna's words created a core of calm like the eye of a storm in the maelstrom of swirling emotions of Laine's mind. She took a deep, shuddering breath and steadied her head. She looked up at Xanna's face and the glorious smile shining down on her filled her with a joy than she couldn't remember feeling in years.
"Now you need to understand the concept of the 'safeword.' This is a signal that you give me to stop. Any time that you feel threatened or that you can't handle any more, saying your safeword will immediately stop me and end whatever is happening. I personally like to use what we call the 'Stoplight.' If everything is ok, you respond 'Green.' If things are beginning to scare you but not so much you need to stop, say 'Yellow.' And if you have to stop right then say 'Red.' Do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am. I understand."
"Good girl." Xanna looked back at the stage. "Oh wonderful, she is now demonstrating rope bondage. I love this Domina's rope work."
Laine sat and watched in awe as the woman who had previously been tied to the table was stood up and trussed. The ropes were wound around her body making patterns and swirls around her breasts and collarbone. They went down around her waist and hips and between her legs before going back up and tying again to the ropes around her shoulders. Very slowly and artistically her whole body was immobilized from her neck down to her ankles. When she was finally done the Domina showed off her handiwork. Laine couldn't clap with the rest of the crowd, but her eyes as big as saucers said more than words or applause ever could.
Xanna looked on quite pleased. Laine had been so focused on watching the exhibition she had ceased fighting against her cuffs and relaxed. Laine wouldn't know, but Xanna did that this was Laine's first taste of "subspace" and it appeared she found it pleasant. Xanna put her hand back on Laine's shoulder. Laine had begun to feel fatigue from her hands being out in front of her, but at Xanna's now welcome touch her muscles relaxed again. "It's beautiful ma'am."
"Yes it is my dear." Xanna continued to stroke her shoulders and neck comfortingly. Laine's whole world seemed to be expanding chaotically around her, but instead of panicking every minute she was less frightened and more accepting of her surroundings and situation. The feeling that Xanna was pleased with her was like a warm glow within Laine.
Xanna helped Laine to her feet, as her bound hands made balancing to stand a bit difficult. "Follow me dear," Xanna said as she led the way once again. Laine fell into step behind. She stopped for a moment to congratulate the Domina and compliment her work. The other Lady gave Laine a warm and understanding smile. Laine didn't feel as much like a foreigner or tourist now.
Xanna began to walk them through the exhibition space before stopping in front of another stage. Two men and one woman were standing in a straight line as a leather clad man strode back and forth behind them. "Ah, perfect. The D in BDSM-Discipline. The Dom is having the submissives stand at attention. If they move..." Xanna trailed off as Laine saw the answer. Just then one of the men twitched a muscle in his quadriceps and the Dom laid a sharp strike with the riding crop he was holding to the back of the submissive's thigh. Seconds later the woman moved her neck infinitesimally and he dropped the crop across the top of her shoulders. Laine winced in sympathy with each fall of the crop, but Xanna was delighted to see that otherwise she was standing straight and tall and was barely moving an inch. She doubted that Laine was conscious of her own reaction to what she was seeing, but Xanna was taking in every tiny detail.
Laine was frozen stock still. She felt complete empathy with the three people on the stage. She could feel their wish to please and their disappointment in their failure every time the crop fell. She could sense their desire to improve and force their bodies to obey his wishes. What would it feel like to want to obey someone that much? She wondered.
Xanna let Laine absorb the lesson she was observing for a few more minutes. She seemed to be learning the concept of "Discipline" quite well given her lack of complaint or struggle about her bound hands. She could see Laine transforming in front of her and it was the most seductively intriguing work she had done in years. Laine was learning a great deal faster than she had even hoped and Xanna wanted to keep her moving to keep the lessons moving and prevent intimidation. She motioned for Laine to follow her again. A large crowd was gathered around another exhibition booth a little further along. Xanna moved as if to pass it, but Laine stopped and asked, "What is going on over there ma'am?"
Xanna paused and gave another glowing grin. She hadn't intended to have Laine see this, but since she had asked...
"It's an exhibition of body piercing, which explains the crowd. A lot of people that wouldn't go near anything else here would be drawn to it."
"That is...rather painful isn't it?"
"It can be. It can also be quite pleasurable, especially once it heals. Not all piercings are meant to be permanent and heal. Temporary body piercing is a fairly common form of S&M pain play. That is Sadism and Masochism, the last of the BDSM acronym. A sadist likes to inflict pain and a masochist enjoys receiving pain," Xanna explained. "In general, most Dominants are sadists and most submissives are masochists, but those aren't hard rules just generalizations. Beyond the sadomasochistic element piercings can hold other significance. Doms and Dommes often have their submissives marked with a piercing as a sign of ownership or as a way for them to show loyalty."
Xanna looked Laine in the eyes and answered the question she knew was behind them. "I do it myself. When someone enters my service, I have them marked with a silver ring."
Laine blushed, and then went white as a sheet. "Where are they...marked?"
"That my dear is something only they and I need to know, but I can say none of them have complained
Laine gulped.
Xanna laughed and added, "Many women enjoy it whether they like pain or not. Depending on where it's placed it can be very stimulating. The piercing heals fairly quickly leaving behind just the benefits."
Laine felt a twinge and an an aching feeling of need between her legs. She wasn't a virgin, but her experience was limited to guys around her own age that didn't have much experience of their own. She barely had a concept of what was "stimulating" and what was not. She was beginning to think that there was a whole lot more in the world that fell in that category than she had ever suspected. The flood of new thoughts and sensations running through her were starting to have a profound effect.
Laine's eyes began to flitter about the room randomly again as she tried to clear her mind. She noticed an upstairs area she had missed earlier. It was set towards the back of the building and was poorly lit. She could just barely make out the shapes of people and what looked like a large X. "What is up there ma'am?" Laine asked.
Again Xanna questioned herself whether things were moving too fast or if Laine was ready. One look into Laine's eyes and the question was answered.
"That is the open play space or the "dungeon" as some would call it." Xanna waited a few heartbeats before casually asking, "Would you like a closer look?"
Laine chewed on her lip again. "Would it be ok...just to look? Or would that be rude?"
"At this type of even it is quite alright and even expected. Protocol is changed by circumstance."
Laine knew in a part of her mind that things were progressing both within and without her that she didn't understand. The question was-did she want it to stop? Would her curiosity let her stop? When Xanna looked her in the eye to ask if she wanted a closer look it frightened Laine how much she had wanted Xanna to make exactly that suggestion.
"Yes ma'am I would. I am....curious. I can't deny it."
"Of course you are. And there is no shame in being curious and learning." Xanna patted Laine on the shoulder and again Laine was warmed by the glow that Xanna's touch and kind words created. Laine dropped into step behind Xanna and followed her across the room and up a metal staircase. Scattered around the space were numerous areas occupied by odd looking furniture and anywhere from two to six people attempting to ignore the crowd. Set up in the center of the space, surrounded by various seats, was the wooden X Laine had caught a glimpse of downstairs.
Xanna took one of the chairs and Laine, after a quick glance around the room, took a cue from the others and sat herself at Xanna's feet. Xanna was again surprised by Laine's instincts and quickness in learning. She took off Laine's hat and sat it down next to her and put her hand on the back of Laine's neck and began to stroke her hair gently and rhythmically.
A man in leather pants approached the X and tugged on the leash in his hand. Out of the shadows came a totally naked woman except for the collar around her neck attached to the leash. She crawled to him and he stood her up. He caressed her up and down from her wrist to her breast and back as he cuffed her to one arm of the X and then the other. He then stroked her legs from her ankles to her inner thighs as he secured them to the bottom arms. When he was finished she was standing spread-eagled; her buns and back presented to the Dominant and the avidly watching crowd.
Why wasn't she running away in shock from what she was seeing? Laine wondered. Instead she sat engrossed as the Dom pulled out a leather strap. He ran it over the woman's bare skin sensually and down between her legs and over her shaved pussy. He kissed her then stepped away. His arm reared back and the strap struck her anticipating backside. The girl jerked against her restraints from the blow and it took her a moment to collect herself and respond, "Thank you Sir, may I have another?" Again the strap fell on her pert posterior. She let out a noise that was somewhere between a scream and a gasp. "Thank you Sir, may I have another?" This time the strap dropped across her shoulders. She shrieked and begged again. The blows kept coming until her ass and upper back were red and instead of asking for another she finally cried "Uncle" and he released her into his affectionate embrace. Laine was amazed by his tenderness, as if having just beaten a woman until she had begged to stop was somehow the most loving act imaginable.
As the Dom led his pet away Xanna was observing Laine. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, her cheeks were burning red and she was agitatedly writhing in place. She knew that reaction. The time to strike was now or never.
Xanna leaned in near her hair stroking hand and whispered in Laine's ear, "Why you naughty girl. Trying to get yourself off as you watch another woman tortured. How would you feel if you were in her place?" Her hand gripped the back of Laine's neck and pulled a bit sharply on her hair. Laine sat up straight, a sign of shock on her face. Xanna looked her right in the eye, hiding her concern behind her stern expression. If Laine backed down now, she had made a mistake and had pushed her too far and too fast.
A shot of adrenaline ran through Laine and...something else. It was like a dark fire lit inside the blackness of her fear. It coursed through her veins burning and searing her mind. She remembered Xanna's words from earlier and didn't run from the sensation. She let it absorb into her being. It was the most intoxicating feeling she had ever encountered. Laine cast her eyes down and whispered, "I'm sorry ma'am."
Xanna raised Laine to her feet by the hair she had gripped in her hand, yet she was also still stroking the back of Laine's neck with a soft fingertip. Her other hand trailed down her collarbone and to the laces tying her bodice. "Are you ok? If you want me to stop, say it now. Otherwise, I won't until you say your safeword," Xanna gave Laine one last out.
It felt so good to do what Xanna wanted. She didn't want out now. Laine shook her head and replied, "Green." Xanna's smile created that wonderful glow again which mixed with the dark desires stirred up inside her and almost made her swoon.
Xanna released her hair and quickly untied the bodice and threw it on the chair she had been sitting on moments before. Laine's delectable breasts were exposed and Xanna resisted the temptation to play with them. It wasn't easy, but she kept her passion under control. She ran her hand down Laine's waist and over the curve of her abdomen and pulled the lace bikini briefs off. Xanna felt the dampness on them and smiled again; Laine was a naughty girl indeed.
Xanna took Laine by her bound hands and led her over to the X. "This is called a St. Andrew's Cross." Xanna undid the clip connecting Laine's cuffs. "Place your arms on the cross," Xanna ordered. Short lived relief; it still felt good to change positions, Laine thought as she obeyed. Xanna secured the cuffs to the cross. She then bent down and attached similar cuffs to the tops of her boots around her calves and locked them. Laine was immobilized. She felt the glorious fear of anticipation.
"I'm going to blindfold you. I want you to focus on what you're feeling, not trying to see. It's for your own good. I don't want you to get hurt trying to look at me at the wrong time."
Laine nodded. The blindfold went on and outer darkness combined with inner darkness. She felt like she was floating in an endless pool of black velvet.
"I'm going to start with a rope flogger. This won't hurt; it will just establish a rhythm." Xanna stroked the soft silk rope against Laine's cheek. The gentle gesture sent a sensual shiver down Laine's spine.
Xanna stepped back began to swirl the ropes in a figure-eight pattern. It fell along her taut shoulders and changed and gently danced against her naked backside. Laine's breathing soon fell into time and her heart matched its beat with the fall of the flogger. The endless ocean of black velvet that seemed both inside and out of her swirled and embraced. She relaxed in her bonds and let out a deep breath that carried all the stress of the rest of the world.
Xanna stopped and in a few seconds Laine sensed her standing nearby. She felt Xanna's hand on her shoulder in the familiar way. "Excellent my dear. Just relax. This is a light flogger. It's made of deer hide. It's very soft, but it does slap a bit. This will be your first taste of pain and I want you to remember every bit of how it feels." Xanna again stroked the flogger against her cheek. This one felt almost like a rose petal softly brushing.
Laine tried to heed Xanna's words and relax, but she tensed in anticipation of the first strike. It started into the same figure-eight motion as before. The first fall was light and the sensation of a rose petal returned across her bare behind. Then it dropped again, a little harder and Laine felt the first tiny sting. Her breathing quickened, but Xanna stopped and whispered again, "Relax dear. Breathe slowly and evenly." Then she resumed.
It didn't hurt... much. Each even fall of the flogger left a tiny sting. The tiny stings became larger as they combined with others until her entire ass was warm. The pain was minimal, but not non-existent and Laine was starting to feel the rush of endorphins into her system.
Xanna stopped again. This time she was little longer before she came back to Laine's side. "You're doing wonderfully my dear. Is everything ok?"
Laine nodded and replied, "Green."
Xanna ran her hand along and felt the heat coming off of Laine's glutes. She squeezed a cheek playfully and Laine nearly jumped. Her hand teased and rubbed and then came down sharply in a slap. Laine did leap a little bit, but Xanna's firm hold on her shoulder kept her steady. Xanna's hand came down again and Laine groaned as the sensation of Xanna's touch combined with the touch of velvet engorging her soul. Xanna ran her hand down Laine's legs. The inside of her thighs were wet. Xanna forced herself to not respond. If she wanted to be able to safely control Laine, she needed to control her own behavior.
Laine nearly came when Xanna touched her and she was having trouble making sense of what was happening. She had never suspected she was bisexual, let alone that she would end up tied to a cross and loving every minute. The only thing she knew was that she didn't want to stop.
Laine felt a rougher texture on her cheek this time. Xanna explained, "This is a heavier flogger. It's made of cowhide and it will DEFINITELY hurt. Remember if you need to stop, give your safeword."
"Yes ma'am. I will, "Laine replied in a daze.
The first fall was much harder than the previous ones had been and Laine's body jerked from the force. "Don't flinch, I don't want to injure you," Xanna's stern voice cut through the fog of shock. Laine steadied herself for the next blow. It fell, not quite so hard but still with a force and a thud that sounded through the dungeon. Xanna found her rhythm, slower to give Laine more time to recover between strikes. Shrouded in darkness, Laine was becoming less and less aware of the sounds of the Ball; the pounding music and the cries of the submissives around her seemed distant. She was sinking deeper and deeper into that wonderful velvet sensation. Each cut of the whip brought her to another level of welcoming dark quietude.
Xanna picked up her pace and pressure. The slaps of the leather were hitting harder than ever. The darkness began to split and it was as if an explosion of lights was happening behind Laine's blindfolded eyes. It felt like the whole world was turning inside out. It was overwhelming. "Yellow," she mumbled, not sure if Xanna had heard. Xanna slowed her blows, but they dropped harder still. Laine's whole body felt like it was on fire. She cried out inarticulately once, twice, three times before she couldn't handle another moment and shrieked, "Red!"
Xanna immediately stopped and came to Laine's side. The blindfold was removed. Her cuffs unhooked. She slumped into Xanna's arms and everything went into a grey haze.
Laine came back to awareness stretched out on a couch with her head in Xanna's lap being gently soothed. She tried to raise her head, but she was dizzy. Xanna patted her and said, "Don't try to get up too fast. Give yourself a moment."
"Where am I?" Laine asked confusedly.
"This is the first aid and aftercare room. I brought you in here to recover and clean you up. Fortunately I didn't break any skin. I don't think there will be a mark on you past tomorrow. So I laid you down and put some lotion on to make you feel better."
Laine had noticed the stinging in her backside felt less sharp than it had been. She pulled herself up and put her head in her hands. She was reeling from what she had just done. She couldn't comprehend her own mind anymore. She let out a sob of desperation.
"What's wrong my dear. Did I hurt you?"
"I...I don't know what to do. I don't know what this means.... What do I do now? What am I?"
Xanna cradled Laine in her arms. "It doesn't have to mean anything. You can walk away and never think about it again if that is what you want."
Laine shook her head. "No I can't, not after this. It was too..."
"You have options my dear. You can come to events like this. You can find someone you know that can teach you and train you safely. Or I can refer you to people that can help you."
Laine shook her head again. "No one I know can ever know about this. And I'm scared of anyone else hurting me." She looked up into the icy depths of Xanna's eyes. "Please ma'am...I want to learn...and I want you to teach me." She dropped down off the couch, knelt and kissed Xanna's boot. "Please...Mistress...I want to serve you."
Xanna bent over and lifted Laine's chin up. Her eyes flashed with emotion. She raised Laine back up to her knees and leaned in for a kiss. Laine was shaking, but didn't break the embrace. Xanna's tongue gently probed until Laine's lips parted and the kiss went deeper. They sank into each other as the kiss continued hotly then gently and back again.
They finally parted to catch their breath. Xanna rained her glorious smile down on Laine. Laine nervously chewed on her lip as she had earlier and shyly glanced at the beautiful woman holding her so closely. Xanna put a finger to Laine's mouth. "No more shyness. No more fear." Her finger traced along the bow of her lips and down her cheek to the curve of her neck.
Laine surrendered herself to Xanna's touch. Fighting herself was useless. Xanna knew what she wanted better than she did. In one evening Xanna knew her more completely than anyone else. The thought brought a wonderful feeling of peace to her mind.
"I want to make you happy and bring you pleasure Laine. I want to teach you all the incredible ways to feel that I am aching to show you. If you trust me enough to give me that chance..."
"I trust you more than I trust myself Mistress," Laine said with a look of utter devotion.
Xanna gave a sound of pure exultation and embraced Laine again.
Xanna took her hand away for just a moment and unzipped the back of her bustier. Her honey dew sized breasts spilled down in front of Laine's hands. Laine tentatively reached out and touched one. It was the first time she had touched another woman in lust. She never knew they could be so soft. Xanna stretched out on the couch, inviting Laine to explore her body at leisure.
It was fascinating to Laine how another woman's body could be so similar and so different at the same time. She was enthralled by every inch of Xanna. The tiny dimples on her belly and the birthmark under her arm were so wonderfully endearing, the imperfections making the whole that much more special.
Xanna unbelted her skirt and let it fall around her boots. She kicked it off into a heap on the floor. She finally removed her own dampened panties. She pulled Laine in closer for another rapturous kiss; their naked bodies rubbed together. A deep, lustful shudder passed through both of them.
Xanna finally gave way to the temptation that had been there all evening to touch Laine. She caressed the exquisite breasts she had been admiring ever since she got Laine out of that ridiculous pirate costume. The other hand ran over the red and roughened skin she had created earlier, sending a searing dose of endorphins to Laine's brain and body.
The hand on Laine's breast squeezed and teased her nipple until it grew hard. Laine let out a whimper in the back of her throat. Xanna squeezed tighter, sending another intoxicating dose through Laine's system. She gasped as it surged through every nerve.
"You know I'm bad for you, don't you Laine?" Xanna hissed in her ear. "I'm trying to addict you to pleasure like a drug dealer with a new customer. But I think you crave that addiction...and I want to feed it."
Laine felt a surge of fear that fed the dark fire Xanna had lit. Xanna was right; she wanted this. But it didn't feel bad at all. It felt more right than anything ever had in her life. She had never felt better.
Xanna's hand moved from Laine's warm, raw ass to her slick inner things. A finger reached towards the soft folds between her legs. She slid it around the wet lips of her labia. Laine was incredibly tense in that area. She took a second finger and began massaging her pelvic muscles in a circular motion. Laine had always been unaware of her own body. She had never noticed just how much stress she was carrying through her pubic region.
Xanna's whole hand was now massaging the struggling muscles. The tip of her index finger found the button of Laine's clitoris and began to rub. Laine threw her head back in shock. None of her boyfriends had ever bothered to try and find her clit. She bucked on Xanna's hand, simultaneously seeking to escape and intensify the sensations.
Xanna slipped a finger inside her wet channel and begin to twist it around. Laine gave a yelp and Xanna pulled her mouth to her breast to force her silence. Laine began to suckle on Xanna's tit. Her tongue played on Xanna's rosy bud and her lips sucked in the soft flesh.
A second and then a third finger joined the first inside Laine. Xanna was slowly stretching her until suddenly Laine spasmed and gripped her fingers tightly. Xanna didn't stop; she pushed Laine through the orgasm and continued the stimulation. Laine shook furiously as Xanna drew climax after climax from her formerly frustrated and now rapturously shuddering body.
Xanna took Laine's mouth off of her breast and forced her head down between her legs. "Show me how much you want to serve me. Worship me through my pussy."
Laine was momentarily thrown. She didn't really know what to do, but she wanted to make Xanna feel as good as she felt. She pressed her lips over Xanna's warm mound. She teased and probed with her tongue as if she were kissing. Xanna's moans told her she must be doing something right. The hand on her head tightened its grip and forced her face in closer. Laine increased her pace; lapping at Xanna's sopping wet petals like a cat with a saucer of milk. Xanna arched her back and thrust herself as close as possible to Laine's adoring mouth. Laine buried her face in Xanna's folds, exulting in the feel of her Mistress' juices running down her chin and knowing she was responsible for that wonderful reaction.
Xanna pulled her hair tight and screamed as Laine's loving ministrations brought on a thunderous orgasm. Laine felt the power of Xanna's release and her body responded with its own climax. They slumped into the couch, their sweat and pleasure stained bodies still entwined. Xanna gave Laine the lightest peck on the tip of her nose. Laine was filled with the greatest and purest joy she had ever known.
"It's getting late my dear little Cinderella and the Ball is going to end soon. Do I lose you like the Prince at midnight?" Xanna asked with something between a laugh and a sigh.
Laine thought for a minute. Tomorrow was Sunday. She didn't have work or school. She didn't have any homework waiting at home. Her friends wouldn't expect to hear from her before Monday.
Laine shook her head. "No Mistress, my schedule is free. Wherever you go, I will go."
Xanna's smile shined down again. "Well then my dear, follow me."
And Laine followed.
