BDSM Lesbian Erotica
"The Perfect Kiss," a Licorice Whips story by Sheridan Matthews
Educazione Sntimentale, by Saturno Butto (prints available at ObsessionArt.com)
Balancing two glasses of merlot in her hand and a bowl of unwrapped dark chocolate candies in the other, Maria walked into the den. Rose was lighting the last of what must have been over twenty candles around the room, which, along with the crackling fire and cozy club-like furnishings, made a very intimate setting. She could already smell the mingling scents of the amber and vanilla candles. Smooth, sexy jazz music was playing softly on the Wave radio and the sound of raindrops glancing off the large bay windows only added to the ambience.
Rose turned to Maria and couldn’t help but stare as she set the candle lighter down on a side table. Wearing a black lace, open-bust babydoll with a matching lace g-string that just covered her front side, Maria felt exposed. Well, that, plus her newly shaved crotch that Rose had requested for tonight. The lower half of the babydoll, from the bust down, was a sheer black material that stopped just at her crotch. It was so sheer, Maria felt that it may as well have been invisible. Only where the material folded over itself was there any color. It just couldn’t be any sexier.
Maria smiled shyly and spread her arms out away from her body, exposing her bare breasts, as big as melons, and, barefoot, performed a small curtsy, complete with bowed head. If it was possible to look innocent in a seductive piece of lingerie, she pulled it off beautifully. Rose, infinitely pleased so far with Maria, crossed the room toward her.
Rose picked out her own outfit as well, and—although it wasn’t so dainty—it was every bit as sexy, made of ultra-soft black leather, fitting her like a second skin. The halter-top laced up the front, exposing her own ample cleavage. The halter-top stopped a few inches below her breasts, and the pants stopped several inches below her natural waistline, laced up either side from the ankles to waist, as well as up the crotch. The outfit showed off curves and skin, while maintaining an authoritative air. Capping it off were black patent leather open-toed platform stilettos, displaying her shiny, whore-red polish.
Rose had orchestrated the entire night, searching several websites until she found the perfect look for them both, one that clearly indicated the roles they would play.
“Um,” Maria said clearing her throat slightly, “here’s your wine.” Righting herself, she extended her hand that held the two glasses.
“Mmmm . . . thanks, sexy baby,” Rose said. “Now, open up.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. She carefully took one glass so that the other one didn’t fall. With her other hand, she picked out a chocolate and placed it in Maria’s mouth, allowing her middle finger to rest on Maria’s full, lightly glossed lips.
“Suck it,” she said, and Maria opened her mouth to take in Rose’s finger, little by little, letting the chocolate dissolve around it completely as she sucked. She wouldn’t stop until Rose told her to do so.
Rose drank a long sip of wine. Letting it linger before swallowing, her mind took in the essence of the newest, not to mention last, addition to her coven. She knew she had found the perfect girl in Maria. Eager to please, Rose knew instinctively that Maria would do what she asked tonight, their first night together, even though she was definitely a novice in being a submissive. Maria had already showed her submission by wearing this barely-there lingerie, as requested, and totally shaving her pussy hair. That was easy enough to tell through the lace of the g-string that was so small it may as well not be there. And Maria was drop-dead gorgeous, with her shoulder-length, wavy black hair and a petite body that showcased her killer breasts. The babydoll Rose had picked out for Maria was beyond compare—it was, quite simply, the best, and seemed to be made for her.
“Maria, I want you to caress yourself for me.”
Maria opened her eyes and looked at Rose for a moment. Then she placed the bowl of candy on the sofa beside them and moved her hand up to her breasts.
“No, not there, darling. Those will be for me to enjoy. Caress your clit.”
Correcting her mistake, Maria’s hand moved in the opposite direction to her g-string. It only took the slightest of movements to free her clit from the dainty fabric’s restraint.
Moving closer, Rose put her wine glass down on a side table by the sofa and nuzzled Maria’s left ear, nibbling and licking it gently before moving her attention down her long, tender neck to her exposed nipples.
“I can see it’s still a little chilly in here. I’ll have to see what I can do about that,” she said, chuckling softly. She sucked on one nipple while her hand fondled Maria’s other tit.
Her tits are impossibly large for such a petite person, Rose thought, but they were definitely not artificially enhanced. She’d made sure of that after their third dinner together, when she felt Maria up in the women’s lounge.
She pinched and twisted the pink bud, gently at first, but steadily intensified the pressure. “Faster, darling,” she instructed. “Let me see you gyrate on your fingers.”
Maria complied, and Rose opened up a case resembling a carry-on make up suitcase, pulling out two clamps, one for each nipple.
“These are black. I bought them just for tonight to match that sexy outfit of yours.” She held the clamps up, displaying the short black chain joining them together. “I know this will hurt, but it’s supposed to, baby. I know what’s good for you. You trust me, don’t you?”
Maria looked and nodded yes, sucking away at Rose’s finger and continuing to massage her own clit.
Rose opened one clamp and fastened it to Maria’s left nipple. Maria’s eyes widened and she started to gasp, until she remembered the command to suck. The second clamp to the right nipple was no less shocking for her. The painful pressure caused her to both suck Rose’s finger and massage her clit harder and harder, as if to offset the pain. To help her fingers glide even faster, she reached farther down and let her fingers swim in her own juices, carrying them back up to her clit.
Rose stepped back a little to admire the clamps and commanded Maria to stop sucking her finger. She smiled at Maria’s new intensity; the reaction was perfect. In fact, it was more than she expected, and she became excited. She hadn’t intended on doing much more than basic directives and nipple clamps to show dominance and see just how submissive Maria would be, but she couldn’t help but go further now.
“This is what I told you the other night when we met for dinner. Pain will make you feel pleasure. Finish your wine,” she said.
Maria drank every drop and set her glass beside Rose’s on the side table. She watched as Rose fished out two more clamps, balls attached to them. Bending down on one knee, Rose affixed both Maria’s nether-lips with the clamps while Maria still massaged her clit.
Maria was surprised to feel the weights tugging heavily at her lips. Rose attached a dangling chain to the nipple clamps and fastened it to one of the clamps below. It was a tight stretch, and when she breathed, she felt her nipples stretch downward in agony. She realized this pain again and again as she continued to gyrate her hips for Rose. Every other second, as she arched her back, the pain renewed itself.
Reaching back into the case, Rose pulled out a leather paddle.
“Maria, every time you gyrate your hips toward me, I’m going to spank you with this paddle. It will hurt, but you must keep gyrating and meeting the paddle in a rhythm. You must endure the pain to enjoy the pleasure that will come to you.”
Before Maria had a chance to consider this new experience that was about to commence, Rose swung the first blow. The sound of the paddle striking her bare buttocks unnerved her as she took in the pain. It went through Maria’s skin to her nerves to her brain—she took in the sensations in a rush of agony. She expected it to hurt, but this pain was searing. She was caught off balance, and when she jerked back up, the nipple clamps tugged at the chain to her nether lips, causing even more painful sensations than she thought possible to endure. Tears sprung to her eyes.
“You must find the rhythm, Maria. We’ll practice this for as long as it takes,” said Rose. She paused long enough to pop another chocolate in Maria’s mouth and deliver her a dismissive peck on the cheek. She might as well have patted her on the head.
Before Maria totally recovered, the second blow was offered to her buttocks, pushing her forward and almost off balance again. Even though the chocolate was still in her mouth, she gasped audibly. She knew Rose expected her to keep the rhythm somehow, so she pumped her hips in an automatic gesture. Tears ran down her face to her mouth, the salty flavor mingling with the chocolate. Open sobbing quickly followed; she couldn’t help it.
Maria knew she wasn’t accomplishing much of any rhythm, but it seemed an impossible task to achieve. It was all she could do to somehow stay on her feet in the middle of the den. But one thing was for certain—she felt a strong attraction to Rose that was hard to identify, and, strangely enough, she wanted Rose’s commands and spanking and clamps and dark chocolate candies like a dog craved treats. She was a successful, confident, hard-working, fast-rising professional in an interior design firm who didn’t take anything from anybody, but somehow, this newly emerging side of hers seemed right.
Thinking this through and making this realization, her body seemed to take over and have a life of its own, leaving her brain in a type of disconnect. No thought allowed, it insisted. It took over, and her hand reached down and two fingers plunged into her vagina while her buttocks arched back to take another blow, willing it to be as forceful as ever. Her fingers reluctantly left their new home for her clit again to massage it with a new passion. Feeling abandoned, her vagina and its newly released juices implored her free hand to a world of exploration. Although tears still fell from her eyes, a more sexual sound emitted from her lips, replacing the loud sobbing.
Rose was pleased beyond all measure about how well Maria was handling her first foray into submissiveness. Her other eight submissives were also very good at accepting directives, but none of them had matched such perfection with the pain the first time. Rose wasn’t holding back at all, and Maria was not only handling it, she was embracing—no—enjoying, it. Rose decided to pick up the pace and see if Maria could match it.
Maria did. She bucked her hips and started to bring her fingers up to lick her sexy juices.
“No, baby, that’s for me,” Rose redirected Maria’s intentions. Maria obeyed and let Rose have the honors, denying herself the pleasure. Rose sucked Maria’s fingers in such a way that made Maria want to feel the paddle up and down her thighs. She felt she needed to make this somehow an official plea since she was a newly minted submissive woman.
“Please, please, would you consider paddling me on my thighs, front and back? I’d like to feel the release of pain there as well . . . if you feel it would heighten my experience into submission.” She desperately hoped that it was okay to ask such a thing.
Although Rose was pleased, she felt the distinct need to have the upper hand in this situation. She released Maria’s fingers and put down the paddle, going back, once again, to the bottomless pit of the case. She pulled out a whip.
Normally, such a tool was reserved for a severe punishment, but Rose felt challenged.
Maria tensed instantly.
“That’s a fine request you’ve made, but let’s up the ante,” Rose said. She unraveled the whip and let it crack in the air, making the flames of the nearest candles flutter in the aftermath.
She released the whip again, marking the underside of Maria’s ass. Impressively, Maria handled it well. She sobbed, and the tears picked up, but she handled it. God, she was a perfect pick for the last coven submissive!
Rose unleashed the whip again and again on Maria’s expectant thighs, then giving due attention to the fronts of her legs. Maria bucked and thrashed and cried and sobbed, putting her hands in her mouth, running them over her breasts, then running them into her hair and pulling. Ultimate pain consumed her, and it was obvious that she didn’t know quite what to do with herself.
Delivering one final blow to her reddened ass, Rose then dropped the whip. Maria sank to the floor and Rose bent down to scoop her up and deliver tiny kisses to her forehead and cheek as a mother would to a child.
“You were perfect, baby. You were perfect,” Rose said over and over.
Oddly, Maria felt proud at her accomplishment. Rose lifted Maria up and moved her over to the rectangular-shaped black leather ottoman. She lay Maria down on her back, positioning her so that Maria’s head hung completely over the edge. Rose gathered up one of Maria’s hands, kissing the palm, before she tied it securely with a black satin sash to the leg of the ottoman. Moving over to the other side of the sofa, she repeated the same action and gave Maria yet another chocolate from the bowl. Maria moaned and swirled the chocolate around her mouth, making sucking noises as though it were a miniature penis in her mouth.
For a brief moment, Rose lingered on the thought of using the penis gag, but eventually decided against it. Poor Maria had been through more than any other submissive before her tonight. She had earned her place as the final selection and deserved a reward fitting of such achievements.
Rose, in a moment of pure tenderness for her newest subject, leaned in to deliver a warm, heartfelt kiss. Lifting Maria’s head in both of her hands, her tongue searched out Maria’s. Together, they sucked on the chocolate, delighting in its flavor mixed with the lingering taste of Maria’s juices. Passing between both sets of lips again and again, they took turns sucking the candy into mere nothingness. Maria was careful to make sure Rose had the last of it in her mouth.
Rose’s lips eventually left Maria’s to suckle her chin and then her breasts. She tenderly unfastened both clamps from Maria’s nipples, caressing each lavishly with broad strokes of her tongue. She took care to knead them over and over. Before heading further south, Rose reached back up and kissed Maria so deeply that Maria thought she might come on the spot. Her head gladly rose up for Rose’s, and they suckled passionately on each other’s lips. Maria’s hips bucked in the open air, wanting so much more.
“I’m yours,” Maria said, in between the kissing.
“Yes. And you’ll be the others’, as well being the last coven member . . . just not tonight,” Rose said, loving Maria’s acceptance of her new position as the final submission into her coven.
Maria knew that it would be an adjustment to meet the other women who had come before her, and do their bidding as she was obligated to do, but after tonight she would meet any challenge to please her soon-to-be mistress. There was one task left, and that was for Rose to pleasure Maria to the point of orgasm. Although Maria was quite aroused after the erotic and masochistic events of the night, she had still not achieved orgasm. This was all so new to her, and she was feeling so many emotions.
Rose warned her last night, as she was flying in from a design conference in Seattle, that it would be hard to deal with so many new sensations rushing over her in waves.
The new mixture of pain and pleasure would be a challenge, Rose said, but Maria seemed to be handling everything well so far.
Welts were forming rapidly on Maria’s thighs and ass, but she might as well endure one more whipping since she’d come so far tonight. Rose reached one final time into the case on the sofa and brought out a handful of clothespins and a smaller whip made of several shorter leather and rabbit fur strands.
Watching the whole time, Maria understood what she had to endure. She raised her head and looked straight into Rose’s eyes.
“Yes, I’m ready to be your submissive. I want to have the one right left to me to call you my mistress . . . please,” she said, as clear as any bell ever sounded.
Spurred on by the complete compliance, Rose quickly grabbed one more handful of clothespins and crossed the room. She went to the bottom of the stairs in the foyer and called up to the other eight submissives to come and assist her, something she’d never done in the past to an inductee. Naked, they came almost before they were called and gathered around the ottoman. Rose barely breathed the order to fasten clothespins to Maria’s body. One by one, the clothespins were clipped onto every possible part of Maria’s tits and the inside of her legs.
When they finished, Rose lifted Maria’s right foot to the top corner of the ottoman, fastening her foot to the sash as tightly as she could. She then did the same to the other.
Rose took the second whip, lasing it into the air for a few practice strokes before focusing solely on Maria’s pussy. Maria writhed and screamed as much as she could for the mere moments she was able.
Rose quickly commanded for one girl, the first submissive, to give Maria another chocolate. The others had somehow known to retreat from the room. The girl, Emma, gathered a chocolate in her hand and straddled the narrow ottoman. Hovering over Maria’s head, she inserted the chocolate into her pussy and commanded to Maria come and get it. Bending to the will of her superior, as Maria knew all the other submissives were now, she raised her head high and buried her nose into the dominant’s pussy. Opening her mouth and reaching her tongue deep into Emma’s vagina, she found her target.
Grabbing her own piece of chocolate, Rose dropped the whip and bent to her knees in front of Maria’s pussy. She unleashed the clamps that had been torturing Maria’s lips for what had seemed an eternity. As blood flowed back into the lips, Rose opened her mouth wide and fully tongued Maria’s pussy from the bottom up to the clit. Keeping her tongue wide and flat, she placed the chocolate at its base, and pushed it up into Maria’s vagina.
Once again, pain and pleasure kissed each other as Maria tongued and sucked Emma’s pussy and Rose performed the same pleasure to Maria at the end of the ottoman. Maria’s brain felt that same disconnect as her body started to take over to the utter abandonment of submission. The submission that knows pleasure welcomes pain.
Maria’s and Rose’s tongues found the same rhythm and both pussies being pleasured matched it. Gyrating hips and searching tongues had the candies finding their ways to the mouths of Rose and Maria. Emma somehow detached herself from the scene, leaving Maria’s mouth lonely. Rose would not be pleased if Emma came. As Rose swirled the rapidly melting chocolate over Maria’s pussy, Maria reached her breaking point. Swirling her own chocolate remnants in her mouth, she continued to match Rose’s rhythm.
Pain and pleasure melted into one as Maria came into Rose’s mouth. Rose swept her tongue one last time deep into Maria’s pussy and stretched upward to kiss her. Maria’s juices and the last taste of their chocolates enhanced the deep kiss to the ultimate of sensations.
“I love you,” Maria finally whispered.
Rose got up and, still fully clothed, and went up the stairs just outside of the den. Emma and two other submissives crept back to Maria. One by one, Emma instructed them to remove the clothespins. Picking up a thin leather paddle, she delivered continuous blows to the girls’ backsides as they went about their task.
When the clothespins were all removed, Emma ordered the girls to take Maria up to Rose’s room. Once there, they fastened her arms and legs to the posts of Rose’s bed in a spread-eagle fashion. Rose, purposefully, had fallen asleep in the time it took them to bring Maria to her bed. Emma stood before Maria and tongued her sex in such a naughty way as to arouse it mercilessly. And, there she remained all night, hoping Rose might wake and have mercy on her.
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Copyright January 2012, Sheridan Matthews
Published with permission from author on OystersandChocolate.com. Copying or reprinting this work in part or in whole without permission is illegal.
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