Nursing A Grievance

Chapter 6

This Shanna did with surprising viciousness, which thrilled and gratified Sara for the sake of both her beloved mate and the plans which were even then coming together in the back of her head. For herself Sara felt only the agony and indignity of that most shameful sort of penetration, which she endured out of love and in the interest of nurturing that delightfully sadistic streak in her soon-to-be lifetime partner in dominating and subjugating the despicable coarser s*x. Soon she would open her trove of femdom DVDs to Shanna and truly set about preparing her lover for the wildly exciting and limitlessly fulfilling future they were going to have together. For the present though she simply grunted and sobbed and suffered as madly inspired Shanna reviled her with degrading names, spanked her buttocks and pinched her wildly swinging t**s until they were covered with angry red marks and all the while punched her painfully big phallus violently and relentlessly into her tightest of tender little holes. After a series of three consecutive orgasms the vicious little dyke finally exhausted herself. Then as they cuddled lovingly together in recovery Sara made the next of her incredibly momentous propositions.

“Honey, why don’t you move in with me here? I can’t stand it when you go back to your parents. I need your p***y, your prick, your perfect t**s and lovely face with me all the time. I don’t want to ever be without you. You’re the love of my life and I’d marry you if I could.”

Shanna squirmed around to face her, her breasts tumbling against Sara’s chest and the big c**k she still wore poking hard into her flank. Her eyes were alight with love and delight and her pixie face beamed like a little girl opening a desperately desired birthday present.

“Do you really mean that?”

“Every bit of it.”

“Oh my god, that’s so fantastic! I feel exactly the same way about you. But what about keeping our secret? People are going to know we’re living together.”

“We’ll just put it about that we’re becoming roommates for simple economic reasons – it’s cheaper naturally – and for personal and professional convenience. We can share rides to work and I can keep on mentoring you. And of course we’re doing it because we’ve become such good friends. No one needs to know more than that. And if anyone suspects any hanky-panky, well that’s our business and none of theirs. We can just laugh it off.”

“And continue wallowing in our absolutely wonderful hanky-panky!” Shanna laughed, her eyes gleaming with mischief and intent. “It is decided – I will move in this weekend. Thank you so much for the offer! To show my gratitude I’m going down on you now. And I’m not coming back up until you climax at least three f*****g times!”

Shanna scrambled down the bed. Consumed with heart-swelling bliss at how things continued to progress so well for them, Sara opened her legs, caressed her sore, pinch-marked breasts and basked in ever-growing ecstasy as her wonderful new lover set about servicing her.

4.

Shanna moved in without a hitch. The apartment was small, just one bedroom, but they only needed the one after all. The bed was large, that was the main thing, and after rearranging her clothes and distributing those Shanna had brought they found the wardrobe space adequate, if barely. When Shanna opened the additional five by eight-foot closet between the bedroom and bathroom and saw nothing but unfinished walls of knotty pine, a few shelves up high and a pair of unused rods for clothes hangers she was naturally curious.

“Why don’t we use this closet too? It’s just bare walls and studs with a concrete floor, but it’s got a few shelves and those nice sturdy clothes rods. We could hang our coats in here at least, and store boxes of stuff we don’t currently need. It seems a shame to waste the space.”

“I’ve actually got an idea about that closet,” Sara grinned, setting down Shanna’s computer monitor and arming sweat from her brow. Spring was turning into summer and it was getting hot out. Soon it would be time to turn on the air conditioner.

“It’s kind of a surprise I’m saving for you. Let’s just leave it empty for now, okay?”

“Sure thing, hon.” Ever agreeable, Shanna swept the mirrored door closed and used the light switch next to it to douse the single bare sixty watt bulb inside. “So what do you want to do with the computer?”

Sara gestured across the apartment’s main living space to where her own was set up.

“That table’s big enough for two. If we slide mine around to the side we can put them back to back with yours on the other end. Then we can pull up our chairs by the windows there and have plenty of room and light for both of us.”

“Sounds good, darling!”

And so the day proceeded as smoothly as everything else had. They got Shanna’s electronics set up and connected with a minimum of difficulty, and with the addition of her TV and compact stereo they had an entertainment center for both the bedroom and living area. After a bit of consideration they decided to leave Sara’s big flat-screen high-def beauty mounted on the wall across from the bed and set up Shanna’s smaller, dated, but still nice console model where it could be seen from both the kitchen/dining room and the little loveseat, coffee table and armchair that formed a conversation space adjacent to the computer table.

Sara called her cable provider, from whom she received her internet and home phone service as well, and arranged for a technician to come out with the necessary tools, boxes and splitters to double her current access. Then they tackled the kitchen.

Shanna had brought over only cookware, implements, and table settings that were of superior quality to those already in place. Together they relegated the less necessary or appealing stuff to storage and distributed these better items among cupboards and countertops. Sara’s larder was getting low, but that was actually ideal. Once they determined their combined expenses and drew up a budget they could go shopping together for whatever they wanted or needed.

In the meantime Shanna had brought the ingredients for one of her specialties: a Cajun shrimp and vegetable stir-fry her Louisiana mother had taught her. After the day’s work was done and they’d relaxed a bit with a cold beer each – and took turns rubbing each other’s shoulders – Shanna drew a hot bubble bath, shooed Sara out of the kitchen and into it, and then went to work her culinary magic.

When Sara emerged wrapped in a lovely silk kimono Shanna had insisted on her using a blissful thirty minutes later it was to a domestic paradise she’d never envisioned. Soft music played, mouthwatering aromas permeated the apartment and the only light came from dozens of candles. The table was set with the finest of their combined kit, fresh cold beer waited in glasses just beginning to bead with moisture and Shanna was transferring her delicious concoction from the wok she’d brought to a serving dish.

“Have a seat, my benefactor. Dinner is served. And of course you can have your dessert any way you like it: on her knees before you humbly sucking your c**k, on all fours offering up her tight little ass, or even splayed out naked on the kitchen table, begging for you to do whatever you will to her. You’ve made my life a wondrous joy since the moment we met, and I’m eager to repay your incredible kindness in any way I can.”

Sara tried to protest that she was the one who’d been blessed. Shanna would have nothing of it. She pulled out a chair, ushered her into it, and slid it under her as she sat. Onto their plates she laid a bed of steaming white rice and then ladled out that delightfully spicy-smelling stir-fry. At last she sat down too and picked up her glass.

“Here’s to the best cohabitation ever conceived and executed! May it begin auspiciously, proceed beneficially, and never ever end!”

“Hear, hear! And here’s to you beautiful: the sexiest and most fantastically wonderful lover a lucky lady like me could ever have discovered!”

They clinked and sipped, and then ate.

The meal was of course sublime. The atmosphere was heavenly and the conversation both loving and engaging. And true to her word Shanna dramatically stripped afterward, divested Sara of that kimono and then slavishly prostrated herself. Eagerly she offered up that amazingly desirable body to whatever satiations Sara chose to take no matter how demanding or perverse.

She sucked her c**k and clit and orally serviced her interminably.

She played with her own p***y and t**s shamelessly, performing before her supposed benefactor like a harem-girl her overlord and owner.

She insisted Sara spank her ass, slap her t**s around and twist and pull those extraordinary n*****s until tears streamed down her smiling face and dripped from her chin. And she indeed offered up her anus repeatedly. She even retrieved Sara’s biggest dildo for her – which they had yet to even experiment with – personally strapped it about her crotch and eagerly assumed the most degrading positions she could think of. And despite her constant sobbing she endlessly demanded that Sara pound her harder, and harder, never satisfied with the number of orgasms her lover achieved and always begging her to try for at least one more. Not until nearly four in the morning did she at last declare herself satisfied. Only then, with her breasts and buttocks spanked red, her butt-hole abraded nearly raw, her throat hoarse from screaming in ecstasy and pain and her lovely young face all puffy from crying, did she at last allow Sara to enfold her in her arms for a night of sorely needed restorative sleep.

The next day, Sunday, Sara set out to make this up to her. When they awoke at noon she brought Shanna breakfast in bed. She worked ointment into her abraded anus and gave her a full-body massage. Then at shortly before two o’clock she went to a box hidden in the closet.

From this Sara withdrew a pair of police issue handcuffs she’d stolen months ago during a shift in the Emergency Department. Seeing these left unattended in an examining room with the keys sticking out – no doubt set aside in haste by an officer or security guard dealing with a wounded criminal or unruly patient – Sara had quickly claimed them, already dreaming of the day she could give her dominant s****l impulses full rein.

She never imagined she’d first use them with submission in mind. Nevertheless she locked her hands tightly together behind her back. Carefully she hid the keys in one of her sexy high-heeled boots, which she pushed back out of sight. Then Sara summoned all her courage, quieted her considerable qualms, squared her shoulders and marched back into the bedroom.

Standing before her astonished young lover she boldly presented herself shackled naked and helpless. Firmly she declared that she wouldn’t divulge the location of the keys that would free her until she was reduced to an even worse condition than Shanna had been in. Slave Sara now belonged to Mistress Shanna, hers to do whatever she wanted with until Monday morning.

Despite her earlier insistence on being subordinate, Shanna instantly betrayed her incredibly dominant innate nature by immediately lighting up with passion at this magnificent opportunity. Her strikingly blue eyes blazed out with such a maniacally sadistic zeal that Sara quailed tremulously upon seeing it. Who was the true dominant female here, and what had she foolishly gotten herself into? The nasty way Shanna had reacted to Tommy, and the amazingly vicious fashion in which she’d taken Sara’s ass cherry should have warned her against this. Unfortunately it was too late for regrets. Shanna was already springing out of bed and strapping on her c**k, her earlier debilitation effortlessly banished by the prospect of payback. Nevertheless true to her generous intent Sara stayed desperately committed to suffering and submitting to whatever her insanely demanding dominatrix required of her, even when those demands far outstripped her worst imaginings or the previous day’s most depraved excesses.

As portended by Shanna’s eager reaction and instant vehemence, Sara’s direst expectations were superseded almost immediately. Kneeling handcuffed in front of her suddenly limitlessly cruel Mistress, she didn’t just suck her c**k. With her head clutched and controlled by scalp-hurting fistfuls of hair, Sara soon found her mouth and throat being extravagantly and pitilessly f****d with it even as she wept and retched and drooled helplessly all down the front of herself. And after that Shanna didn’t just slap her t**s around or twist her n*****s a bit. First she bound a nylon stocking tightly about each enormous udder where it joined her chest.