Obsession

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Caught In The Web: Part Two

Sheila Goode found herself captivated by the strange woman she knew only Mistress Nadine; an insatiable woman who wanted nothing more from Sheila than unconditional love – her kind of love.

Almost an entire month had gone by, a month of confusion and incredible erotic longing, before Sheila received the e-mail she both hoped for and dreaded — the one that would summon her back to the den of her unyielding Mistress. The weeks had been long and agonizing, without a single word from Nadine. All the while Sheila walked around as in a dream. She was distracted, her thoughts going back, at the most inopportune times, to dwell on proud Nadine’s lean booted figure in those tall booths striding back and forth across the stark apartment.

This second e-mail calmly told her that she should report promptly, and that she must be prepared to be punished. A deep shiver ran through Sheila as she took in those words. As she sat there, staring at the message on her screen she knew in her heart of hearts, that she should ignore the command and delete the message, and yet she could do neither. She knew that she had to go.

She knew what that threat meant the minute the door opened to reveal her proud mistress clad in her “playsuit” standing in the doorway, the lethal ruler idly slapping her booted calve, that her heart sank. With lowered head and a sense of dread that was palpable she meekly entered, under the iron gaze of those hard black eyes. It was on that second visit that she was to feel the full stinging impact of that wicked ruler biting into her soft rearcheeks as the smiling Mistress of discipline coolly and methodically spanked the springy cheeks of the young woman who would lay down across her lap offering up her bottom in docile submission.

And now, as she lay there in the aftermath of her spanking, the warmth that had had been generated in her bottom began to suffuse throughout her entire body bringing with it a s****l rush. She couldn’t help wiggling as she buried her face in the seat cushion of the couch, conscious of her body draped across those close-set nyloned knees. Then she felt the electrifying touch of fingers, sure, confident, knowing fingers that probed into her rapidly moistening v****a.

In seconds, she had become so agitated she simply couldn’t hold herself still. The frantic wiggling of her hips was the direct result of the adroit manipulations of the woman in whose lap she lay. For the dominatrix she called “Madam” was, at that moment, stimulating her…between the legs, playing with Sheila’s gaping v****a. When she saw the helpless squirming of those naked hips in her lap, a smile of thin-lipped amusement altered the otherwise stern features of the seated dominant.

An astute observer might also have noted a momentary softening of Nadine’s hard black eyes as she smiled down with uncharacteristic benevolence on the plump mounds placed so conveniently before her: Sheila Goode’s pert behind; so perfectly shaped, so splendidly naked, so totally vulnerable. It made her mouth water.

“Oh, yes.” Sheila heard the breathy sigh of satisfaction as the working fingers abruptly electrified her, causing her to suck in a shivering gasp of air, sending her writhing uncontrollably, like a newly-landed fish on the hook. “Oh,...Pet has such a cute little rump.”

A claw of taloned fingers dug into the pillowy softness in a warning of hurt, then lightly raked up and over an upturned mound.

“Yes. That’s right. Go on. Shake it. Wiggle it for me, my Pet.”

Sheila, laying with eyes closed, warmed to the compliment; felt the rush of deep-seated arousal flood over her. She squirmed some more; her hips writhing in sensuous display.

Now the teasing hand was back in her opened crotch, gently coaxing her moistened thighs even further apart, opening Sheila’s yielding legs even wider, till one leg slid down off the lap to dangle loosely, eagerly inviting those inquisitive fingers to enjoy even greater access to the girl’s most intimate places. Following up on her sudden advantage, the dominant sent her nimble fingers probing even deeper, ruthlessly working over her pet, toying with her rubbery labia, fingering the damp slippery folds of flesh.

An audacious finger sallied forth, insinuated itself between the slick lips, wiggled its way upward, searched for and then found — the hooded c******s. The fingertip played across that hardened love pearl with practiced virtuosity, sending rippling thrills through the girl with its delicate, fluttery touch. Sheila’s moan was a piteous cry; a low wavering plea to be allowed surrender.

Now Madam Nadine, caught up in the grip of her own rising passion, began a slow, deliberate m**********n of her pet, toying with the girl’s moistened cunt, tugging gently on the engorged lips, rubbing, sampling, probing, and then inserting, first one stiffened finger, and then two, right up into Sheila’s hot, wet, twisting core. The blonde jacked up, grunting at the abrupt penetration; her lusty reaction spurred her Mistress on. She jiggled her wrist, thrusting the two joined fingers in and out of the gaping v****a in a sudden flurry of frenzied passion. Instantly, Sheila was moving in response, riding the hand that was jammed in her crotch, clenching her thighs tight, and humping that pleasuring hand like a b***h in heat. She began emitting tight-lip whimpers as her pumping loins met each pumping thrust.

And when Nadine withdrew her hand from Sheila’s crotch, she paused to examine her fingers; wet and glistening. She brought them to her nose; inhaled deeply, drinking in the heady scent of the other woman’s arousal.

Quite deliberately, she reached down and brought her curved fingers, still redolent of p***y, up to the lips of the panting girl in her lap, rubbing them lavishly over lips and nose and chin, forcing the submissive blonde to inhale, to drink in the smell of her own p***y juices.

“See how nice you smell, Pet. A tangy flavor, with just a hint of something….uh, butterscotch, I think. Here, take a good whiff.”

Sheila twisted, instinctively recoiling from the smothering hand that wrapped her face, but Nadine’s other hand came down to the small of her back to pin her in place, as the sticky fingers returned to grip her mouth.

“No, no, no, no.” her Mistress tutted. “You must lick them. Go on, lick my fingers!” the words were spat out.

Sheila flushed under the wave of humiliation that washed over her as an acute awareness of her position cut through her like an erotic knife. Here she was, half-naked, stretched out over the lap of the black-suited woman, like a pet cat, dutifully licking at the lewd offering she was given — proffered fingers impregnated with her own love juices.

She heard Nadine’s deep-throated purr of satisfaction. “Yessss…that’s right. Now suck them. SUCK you little w***e!”

Sheila obediently opened up to take in the insistent fingers to let them slide over her teeth so she might suck on them, closing her eyes and drinking in the strange taste of her juices — as she had been told to do.

“Enough!” Nadine withdrew her wet fingers and wiped them on Sheila’s gaping mouth. “Now that was fun, wasn’t it? It’s good that you’ve learned to use that pretty mouth of yours to please me, but for now, your Mistress has a very different game in mind.” She grinned to see the girl’s extended body tense up.

“Oh, don’t worry, Pet. It’s a fun game, you’ll see!” With flattened hand, she stroked the girl in her lap. “I’m sure you will enjoy it…I know I will. Now, for this game we will need a very special toy. Here’s one that I brought, just for you.” This last was punctuated by a light tap on Sheila Goode’s upturned bottom.

Sheila felt Nadine’s legs shift her inert weight as her Mistress reached behind her to gather up something on the table. The object was now held before Sheila’s curious eyes: a slender cigar-shaped tube made of brushed aluminum.

“Look what I found this in this little cigar store I know. When I saw it, I immediately thought of my Pet! You see how nice I am to you? I’m always looking for little toys to keep you amused. And I just couldn’t resist this one. Now, what do you suppose we could use it for? Do you have any ideas?”

Having recovered from the severe titillation to which she had been subjected, Sheila now lay still, panting heavily. Nadine watched her shoulders evening out into gentle undulations, a dangerous smile growing on her lips.

“No, Madam,” the tiny voice came out, half muffled by the cushion.

Nadine nodded. “Well, I suppose, I could let you use that cute mouth of yours…let you suck on it for a while? You’re getting quite good at that sort of thing, aren’t you? Or maybe we could slip it up your sweet little p***y, wouldn’t that be fun? A sort of cigar-store dildo for you …to play with? About the right length, but a bit too thin, I think,” she added skeptically. Then, more pensively: “Let’s see now...where else might we put it?”

Sheila cringed, knowing what was about to come. Her heart was racing with pounding excitement.

“I know!” she crowed. “Your new toy should fit quite nicely up that darling little backside of yours, don’t you think so, Pet?” With that, she passed a cupped hand over the rounded prominences in question. “Sure, that’s it! One can see it was simply made to go in the backdoor. Yep, right up the ol’ asshole, smooth as silk.”

Sheila bit her lip, dreading what she knew was sure to come, yet curiously a-tingle as she lay helplessly across the older woman’s lap, and felt those cool elegant hands slowly, pensively caressing her naked bottom, thoughtfully tapping the twin mounds.

“Yes….you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Nadine purred.

“Yes, Madam,” she managed to get out the whisper as she closed her eyes and swallowed down the knot of rising excitement.

The little smile on Nadine’s cold features twisted up into a decidedly evil grin, as she sat there, languidly stroking her favorite.

“Of course you would! Come now, Pet. Reach back; grab your cheeks for me. Spread ‘em!”

The blonde shifted in her lap, squirmed upward as her hands came back to clasp her rearend. Nadine watched the slender fingers of those well-manicured hands as they tightened, talons digging into softly pliant cheeks. Sheila clutched two bulging handfuls of her taut buttocks and spread open the secret valley between them, exposing that most intimate place to the curious gaze of her implacable Mistress.

Nadine stared, fascinated by the newly-uncovered anus: a small pinkish grommet deep-set in a tallow valley, that was now spasoming, clenching instinctively at its sudden exposure to the air.

“Ummm…very nice.” Nadine extended a single finger to lay the tip just on the tiny ring of muscle; lightly scratched at it with the pointy nail; observed the way the vulnerable anus tightened in instinctive fear at the first tentative probing.

“Oh, no, Pet,” she crooned, “Pet mustn’t tighten up like that. It seems we have our work cut out for us here. But you’re such a clever girl; so eager to please. I just know she’ll learn our new game in no time. But first you have to learn to relax so as to open up the backdoor whenever Mistress comes a calling — that’s where our little toy comes in.”

The exposed anus clenched down. “What’s this? Afraid? Oh, but you’re not afraid of taking it up the ass, are you, Pet?” her voice was kind, solicitous, as if she were soothing an anxious child. “Don’t worry. Madam will make sure that your toy is well oiled so it will slide right in. You’ll hardly even notice it…that is, till it’s all the way up your ass!”

Although the girl in her lap couldn’t see what was going on behind her, Nadine had paused and was opening a tube of lubricant, to squeeze a dollop of the greasy gel on the rounded tip of the rod.

While Sheila waited, obediently holding her buttocks open as instructed, her Mistress thoroughly greased the silver shaft and then, almost as an afterthought, brought the tube of lubricant to the cringing asshole to squeeze out yet another dab directly onto her intended target. A fingertip touched Sheila on the rectum, thrilling her to the core. Grease was applied as the pad of that finger moved in a small circle; Sheila melted. Then the impertinent finger tentatively probed the rim of the tightened opening. Sheila felt an incredible surge of s****l warmth pass over her. Her breath was coming hard; she tensed up when the cold metal tip began inquiring at the entrance of her rectum.

The tube poked gently at first, tested, encountered stiff resistance from the clenched knot of muscle. Undeterred, the persistent tube tried again— a light but steady push this time: gently, then harder, till it started to hurt, and Sheila, with eyes clenched tight, cried out and arched up.

Sheila’s cheeks coiled down, straining to close, to instinctively clench on the rude invader, but Nadine managed to keep her grip on the squeezing butt, preventing the buttocks from snapping shut, holding her open to penetration. Sheila clenched her eyes shut, determined to endure what she must: the hard press of the metal tube demanding entrance into her body.

She took a deep breath; forced herself to relax, and then jerked in surprise as the tube abruptly forced the its way through little gate …and she felt it…in her bottom! Sheila twisted in Nadine’s lap, managing to cut off a muffled grunt. No more than a fraction on an inch had been gained, but the gate had been breached and while she sweated and panted, her Mistress allowed her a few seconds respite to accommodate to the uncomfortable feeling of the rude presence in her butt, before working another inch smoothly up the girl’s slowly twisting ass.

Nadine looked down, fascinated by the way the submissive girl’s asshole clenched spasmodically on the shaft, instinctively trying to expel the foreign invader. She smiled as she increased the pressure and watched the rod slowly disappear up Sheila’s tightening bottom. Taking a firm grip on the base, Nadine twisted the shaft, screwing it into her squirming victim, causing Sheila to moan, a low and breathy, open-mouthed moan.

Sheila arched her back and jacked up as, inch by inch, the dreaded shaft made its inexorable way up her anus till almost all of the silver tube had been swallowed up and only the very end remained sticking obscenely out of Sheila’s ass.

Sheila lay with eyes closed, legs loosely parted, the metal tube peeking out. Submitting to what must be. She knew she had to endure this latest trial, the discomfort of having the smooth metal tube inserted up her ass, because her Mistress wished it to be so; the Mistress who dominated her…body and soul. The Mistress...whom she could only obey. Nadine flicked the protruding end with her fingernail; the girl in her lap grunted into the pillow at each playful tap.

“Oh yes, that’s lovely,” she heard her Mistress purr, and she warmed to hear the pleasure in those words.

“Stand up now, Pet.” She coaxed the girl to her feet.

Sheila, with the open jacket of her business suit hanging loose from her shoulders, and otherwise nude from the waist down, tottered on her high-heeled shoes. Still feeling a bit woozy, she swayed in place, as she looked down at Nadine with soft glazed eyes. She was possessed by her. Her blond face was flushed; hair bedraggled. She took a breath; wet her lips. Without thinking, her hands went behind her to curiously touch the strange intruder now lodged up her behind.

“How does it hurt, Pet?”

“A little,” Sheila conceded, working her overstuffed anus in an effort to accommodate to the odd feeling in her bowels.

“Well, you’ll get used to it.” Nadine was casual. “You better get used to it, ‘cause you have to learn to live with that little friend of yours back there, my Pet. It’s going to be your constant companion for the next three days. And whenever I put it up your ass, or better yet, tell you to put it up your ass; then up your ass it goes and it will stay there, till I give permission for its removal. Of course, if we’re going to have you walking about like that we shall have to see to it that it’s secured in place, so that there’s no danger you will lose your new toy.”

Sheila looked down at her, confused, apprehensive, yet every fiber of her body tingling with excitement.

“Now go to the sideboard — the top drawer, and bring me what you find there.”

Sheila moved to obey, turning her back; humiliated, acutely aware of the perverse exhibit she was making of herself. She felt her Mistress’s eyes on her as she made her way awkwardly on her heels, comically waddling with thighs held carefully together and buttocks clenched while the little visitor shifted with each step she took.

Inside the drawer she found nothing but a curious pair of panties — thong panties, made of thick black rubber. She felt her pulse racing and closed her eyes as she picked up the kinky underwear. Holding them clutched tight to her breast, she made the return journey, shuffling in small steps back across the thick pile rug. She silently presented the rubber panties to her seated Mistress.

Nadine took them, held the tangle of straps between her hands, stretching to test the taut elasticity of the thick rubber. Apparently satisfied, she motioned the blond woman closer. And as Sheila leaned forward, her hand on Nadine’s shoulder to steady herself, Nadine arranged the panties at her feet, and then urged her to lift each foot in turn to step into them. Nadine pulled the panties on over Sheila’s shoes, drew them up her legs, and pulled them tight into the crotch before letting them snap into place. Sheila winced. The panties were tight, especially between the legs where the thick rubber strap was pressing the painfully-present dildo deeper into her. There was no doubt in her mind: it would be held securely in place.

Nadine took her time adjusting the strange panty, running a finger under the waistband to settle it low on the hips, and then seeing to it that the back strap was lodged precisely up the valley, seated deep between the cheeks. Finally, she grabbed the back strap and yanked it up into the crack of Sheila’s ass, pulling on the stretchy rubber and getting a couple of grunts from the girl each time the elastic strap pressed into her vulva.

“There now. These will work nicely, don’t you think? Oh yes, they should keep your new toy tucked away up there,” she smirked, self-satisfied, while giving the standing blonde an affectionate pat on the butt. “Of course, being so equipped may require some ‘adjustment’ in your daily routine. It’s understandable that, should you have to have to heed the call of nature from time to time, and you should feel free to do so. But immediately afterwards, you will re-insert the toy up the pretty little bottom of yours. You’ll have to do it yourself of course; be sure to lubricate it properly. Then simply hitch up your new panties and you’re ready to go.” She ran a finger under the strap as if to assure herself of the snugness of the fit. “You do understand what you must do, don’t you?”

She looked into Sheila’s eyes, with her eyes that suddenly flared, hardened.

“Yes, Mistress,” the impaled girl’s answer was a hoarse whisper; her blond head hung low. She stood looking down at the imperious Dom, her body all a-tingle, super-aware of the impertinent intruder that had been insinuated up her behind, of the dull throbbing presence in her bottom.

“Good. Now. On your knees”

The blond submissive obediently dropped to her knees before the seated brunette, kneeling upright only inches from those closely-pressed legs. She had the strongest desire to lean forward and draw her extended tongue up those straight nyloned limbs, licking her mistress’ legs, but she dared not move. She had to wait until the moment of offering, when those lovely legs slid slowly open in that silent invitation that Sheila knew so well.