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“Tell me what to do. I’m yours to command, ma’am.”
“I told you what I wanted you to do.” Helen pushed her onto the bed, head hitting the pillow while Monique’s Mistress tied her wrist to the headboard. She did not reach for the other one. “I want you to think about your indiscretions. You’ve been a terrible, wicked woman, Monique. Lie here and think about what you have done. I have another meeting to go to.”
She’s not…The woman was. She was going to restrain Monique to the bed and leave her locked up in this room until she felt like playing with her again. Monique yanked against the restraint, her arm pulling and her teeth chomping down on her lip.
“Are you all right?”
It was that soft, kind voice of Helen’s that Monique hadn’t heard in a few hours. She opened her eyes and saw Helen looming over her, her hand on her abdomen and her eyes large enough to swallow her girlfriend whole.
Monique stopped wiggling. “I’m… fine.” She forgot the words she owed her Mistress. “It’s just…” Her history. Her fears. Her ex-girlfriend who tried something like this.
Helen didn’t untie her but sat on the bed, caressing Monique’s cheek. “Do you trust me?”
She wasn’t judgmental. She was, however, firm in the way she gripped Monique’s shoulder and eased her back into the pillow.She still wants me to obey.Monique’s safe word flashed in front of her eyes. If she said it, this would all be over. The scene would end, and Helen would unlock that door to let her roam free.And I would feel awful. Monique knew that she would never forgive herself if she didn’t see this scene through.
“I trust you, Helen,” she said, hoping that her Mistress would bend down and kiss her.
She did. Her lips, warm and soft, tended to Monique’s romantic needs.She won’t hurt me.Monique had to believe it. She couldn’t live the rest of her life assuming that every woman who tied her to bedposts would leave her in misery.
“You’ll be back soon, right?”
“I will be back. Before you’re missed by the rest of the household.” Before Monique could express her relief, Helen continued, “Sometime later we’ll talk about why you’re so nervous right now.”
“I’m not nervous.”
Pleasure suddenly jolted through her as Helen lowered one side of the purple negligee and squeezed Monique’s bare breast. “You shouldn’t be. Once I think you’re sufficiently ready… I’ll give you exactly what you want.”
Helen kissed her once more, hand wrapping around Monique’s thigh and prying her legs apart. “I won’t tell you when I’ll be back. When I do come back, you better be ready for me. I expect my darling to always be ready for me.”
Monique blinked away the dust from her eyes. “Yes, ma’am.” She had a free hand. She knew what to do.All I care about is that she won’t do what Jacqueline did.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking about right now,” Helen moved toward the end of her bed, “but you don’t have anything to fear from me. I care about your pleasure. I also care about your discipline. You understand that you have to be disciplined?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. When I get back, I want to see you ready.”
Helen left, the door once again latching behind her. Monique exhaled a heavy breath and looked at the ceiling, her arm still tied behind her head and her mind full of conflicting thoughts.
Did she really trust Helen? In truth, she barely knew the woman. They met a handful of times, had sex once, and now tested boundaries like they had been together for months.How stupid I am.Monique was too easy to trust. Too easy to get into romance. What happened the last time she hopped into a relationship?I got caught up in Jacqueline’s world for almost ten years. A naïve college graduate who wanted to explore the world of BDSM.I liked the taste I got with my first girlfriend.When Jacqueline offered her more? On a scale she could have never imagined? Riches beyond human comprehension? Every trick in the book? How could Monique say no?
So why wasn’t she saying no right now?
She lay there for a few minutes, for a half hour, thinking about her lot in this relationship. This was what she thought she wanted. To serve. To submit. To be used once in a while. The idea of a woman controlling half her life, taking charge, and taking care of her, was all she cared about at the end of the day. Monique wanted her – whoever she was – to coddle her, to make love to her, to make her feel like the most wanted woman in the world. In return?I’ll make her feel like a queen.There weremany simple pleasures in life. There were also many extravagant pleasures. Monique wanted a healthy dose of both, and making a well-to-do woman feel like that was a good representation. Just get through today.
Sexual pleasure. Flashbacks. Monique shouldn’t push her boundaries and conflate the two, but here she was, tied up in Helen Warner’s bed waiting for her to do God knew what.
Monique imagined Helen pushing her down again, using her body for the whim of one woman. Even without someone touching her, Monique’s skin tingled at the thought of Helen spanking her, fingering her, and bringing her down upon something, anything, as long as it delivered promised relief. Sometimes, she imagined Helen wearing nothing but that blouse, her buttons undone and the fabric hugging her form with a hint of the forbidden fruit she carried for a submissive like Monique.“Behave, and I’ll reward you.”Other times, Helen was naked, her body steady as she pulled apart Monique’s legs and dove in.“My princess.”
Monique certainly felt like one. A princess locked away in a queen’s tower, ready to be claimed. There was no queen in the castle yet, but if Monique pleased Her Majesty, she may see a change in her fate.
Her hand hovered around her thigh. Without any idea of when Helen would return, Monique pressed her fingers against her mound and moaned into the pillow.
“What a beautiful sight for these sore eyes.” Helen’s voice wafted into Monique’s ear ten minutes later. “Not every woman gets to come into her bedroom and see a lovely creature touch herself in anticipation.”
Monique opened her eyes, gazing into Helen’s as she stood above her.
“You look… quite ready.” Helen’s hand hooked beneath Monique’s knee and lifted her leg into the air. Monique gasped,her body open and bare to the cool bedroom air.I think I might be a bit wet.With Helen touching her again? That silk blouse pulling against her chest and enticing Monique to embrace her?It’s getting worse. A shudder ripped through her as Helen tapped her fingers against her girlfriend’s thigh. Arousal burst from Monique, caressing her skin and dipping into her most forbidden places. “Yet what are you ready for?”
