I was so nervous, as I walked toward the front door of the house in to which I was moving. It was more than a new home for me; it was the beginning of a new life. I had never made a commitment on such a high level before. Roughly one year prior, I met a woman online with whom I had much in common. We chatted almost daily, and it wasn't long until we met in person, and became fast friends. Soon after, we became more than friends. I had been bisexual since I was a teenager, so being in a lesbian relationship was nothing new to me. One day, however, Emily revealed to me a lifestyle in which she had often partaken, and invited me into that lifestyle.
I was stunned. A request of such magnitude had never been brought before me in my life. When I first came out to my family about being bi, they were very accepting and supportive; but I still thought of myself as conservative. Now, here I stood, before the door of my new home, my new relationship, and my new life... of service.
Emily would be my Domme, and I would be her submissive. She assured me this would be different from what I assumed was a normal Domme/sub relationship; that she loved me, and these were merely the roles we would play. Of course, I would technically be her love-slave. Obedient in every way, but still treated tenderly.
I was so nervous.
Emily had allowed me to move my things into the house the previous day, while she took care of a few personal errands. When we shared this house for the first time, she didn't want any moving to be going on. I knew Emily was already inside, waiting for me. With a final deep breath, I reached for the doorknob and opened the door. The foyer was empty, and there was no sign of Emily in any of the immediate rooms.
"M'Lady?" I called out, addressing her properly, as I took off my snow-covered winter coat. As I placed it on the coat rack and removed my wet boots, Emily came into view from the kitchen, wearing a smile that brightened the room.
"Miranda!" she exclaimed, practically running to me. She quickly wrapped her arms around my waist, placing her lips across my own, and giving me a long, loving kiss. There was no tongue wrestling in this one, though I returned it to her regardless, placing my hands lightly atop her arms as she held me. "What took you so long?" Emily asked me when the kiss was finally done.
"Traffic," I answered, with a hint of complaint in my voice. "With these weather conditions, the roads are all backed up."
"Well, I'm glad you're here. There's a few things I haven't been able to get to. First thing's first: there's two bed sets in our bedroom. I need you to pick one and make the bed. Then take the one you didn't choose and make the bed in the guest bedroom." With another quick kiss that was more like a peck, Emily went back to the kitchen to continue cooking supper. I did as I was told, and headed upstairs.
This was all sort of new to me. In previous relationships, there was equality. No telling each other what to do, with the expectations that the task would get done without argument. But this was different. She was my Domme, and I was her submissive. Emily had promised not to overwork me, but I still had a position in this relationship; part of that included doing as I was told.
"I want you to enjoy serving me as much I would enjoy having you serve me," she had told me one day, as we discussed the parameters of such a relationship. I had agreed, though the first week was more of a trial run than anything. Thankfully, Emily had agreed to that as well.
When I arrived in the bedroom, I liked the bed sets that I found on the dresser. The first was black, satin bed sheets, with a zebra-print quilt and pillow cases. The second set had satin sheets and pillow cases as well, though their color was a deep, midnight blue. The quilt that went with it was black, with the artwork of a howling wolf's head in front of a pale moon. Wolves were Emily's favorite animal, and I was particular to them as well. So I chose the wolf set for our bedroom.
"I chose the wolf set for us," I reported, as I made my way back downstairs.
"Nice," Emily answered, closing the oven. I joined her in the kitchen, leaning back against the counter. "We're having homemade lasagna tonight, and it's gonna take some time in the oven."
"So that's why you're cooking so early," I observed.
Emily placed a finger over my lips, with a quiet "shh." Then she took my hand and led me into the living room. She slid the coffee table further away from the couch and closer to the t.v., giving me space to stand near the center of the room. As I stood there, Emily slowly circled me, her hand moving across my shoulders as she examined my body. Finally, she stopped in front of me and moved her mouth to mine once more. I closed my eyes as I accepted her kiss, our lips parting this time to allow for our tongues. As we kissed, I moved my arms up slowly to hold her, but Emily pushed them back down gently, moaning "Mm-mm."
I knew what that meant. She was leading our sex, and I was only to do as directed. Emily warned me upon my agreement to enter this type of relationship that this would happen often. For me to be given control was to be a reward for good service. It was something to be earned. For now, I obediently followed Emily's lead. Standing there with my arms at my side, I continued to kiss M'Lady. Her tongue swam in my mouth, like a fish exploring every corner of his tank. I could taste her chapstick as well, like sweet peaches.
It almost came as a surprise to me when I felt her fingers lightly upon my perky, a-size breasts (over my flannel blouse), as I had become so lost in her kiss. I moaned softly as she caressed with care, content to touch me as if I were a fine china. After a few moments, her grip became more firm, as her hands cupped my breasts fully. I could feel a warmth between my legs, slowly building. Emily soon moved her fingers together, opening the buttons of my blouse one by one.
Once my blouse was open, Emily brushed gentle fingers underneath it, across my shoulders, letting the clothing article fall to the floor behind me. Having worn the warm shirt all day, I felt a sudden chill run down my spine from its sudden absence. My body must have jerked from the feeling, as I heard Emily let out a giggle. I smiled with her, as she moved her lips to my neck, her cheek rubbing against my own. I let out a soft moan, my eye still closed, and was finally allowed to touch M'Lady. Emily took my hands in hers, and moved them to her breasts, which were not much bigger than mine.
"Gently," she whispered to me, in between kisses to my neck and ear lobe.
Following her instruction, I held her breasts with my fingers underneath, my thumbs rubbing her nipples in a circular motion. Her t-shirt hugged her like a second skin, and her bra felt like it might be made of spandex. Whatever the case, I could feel her hardened nipples as though I was rubbing her bare skin.
Suddenly, my own bra felt loose, as Emily unhooked it. Slipping her fingers underneath the shoulder straps, she guided it forward and let this drop as well. She bent forward, suckling on one of my breasts, while still caressing the other. As she was easily six inches taller than I, she had to lower herself quite a bit. Not wanting to continue in that position, but not wanting to take her lips away from my nipples, Emily bent her knees, wrapped her arms underneath my buttocks, and lifted me up. Now, with my breasts perfectly elevated, Emily alternated from side to side, giving each nipple special and equal treatment. I lost myself in her touch, allowed to wrap my own arms around her shoulders as her tongue lapped quickly up and down at my hardened nipples. I leaned my head back with my eyes closed and mouth open, feeling the bottom of my short, natural red hair sway against the top of my shoulders.
Emily turned and moved, gently lowering me onto the comfortable couch. She kissed her way down my stomach as she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulling them down along with my white cotton panties. I'm sure I would need new underwear when this was over, as I was already hot and wet. With my jeans and panties removed, I relaxed into the position that M'Lady moved me into, one leg leaning off the front of the couch, the other propped over the rear cushions. I moaned a bit louder as I felt the tip of her tongue rub lightly over my outer lips, and continue on to my clitoris.
After licking both sides a few times, Emily wrapped her arm under and around my thigh, and used her thumb and forefinger to hold my vagina open. She then licked my inner lips, causing me to moan even louder. "Oh, yes, M'Lady," I let out, a little louder than normal speaking volume. Emily kissed her way back up my body, her mouth wet with my juices. Before kissing my on the mouth again, she quickly wiped herself clean with the back of her hand, then wiped it off on the couch cushion; I may have been hers, but I had limits I was not ready to explore (like tasting my own juices) and she was willing to accept that.
"Strip me gently," she commanded me in a soft voice. Her tongue back in my mouth now, I began lifting her t-shirt. We broke our kiss just long enough for me to get it over her head, then continued on. I could feel her fingers sliding into my easily, only two at first. As she moved a third inside, I found it hard to remember to open her jeans, as my body convulsed every now and then. When I had her jeans and panties removed from her, I went to work on her front hook bra. I was able to open it, which was apparently good enough for M'Lady, as I was unable to slide it from her shoulders.
Our bodies fully exposed to one another, Emily pressed her own vagina to her knuckles, and moved her body back and forth, allowing her vagina to press her fingers into me. We continued our passionate kiss, one of my hands on the back of her head with fingers laced in her long, jet-black hair, the other on the midpoint of her back. I began sliding the latter hand down, moving to her butt cheeks, until I heard her moan "Mm-mm." Promptly I returned my hand to her back.
Suddenly I felt my orgasm building. I began moaning louder, as Emily picked up speed. Before I knew it, my body jerked hard as I climaxed, as if without my permission. I screamed loud through our kiss, lost in the sensation caused by M'Lady.
"Oh, M'Lady!" I yelled, when our mouths were finally parted.
Just as I felt my muscle relax, Emily said to me, "We're not finished yet." She gently pulled me up, more guiding than pulling, and turned me around. I leaned back against her, as her hands directed. With one hand, she rubbed my aching clitoris in a fast, circular motion, and caressed my breasts with the other, all while kissing my neck.
"Finger me, Miranda," Emily whispered in my ear. I quickly moved a hand back, sliding three fingers easily into her warm wetness. "Let me know when you're close!" she said, half moaning herself. My own moans were increasing again, in both speed and volume.
"Here it comes, M'Lady," I warned. Suddenly I was exploding again, harder than before, as Emily thrust her fingers back inside of me. I could feel her orgasming as well, our bodies convulsing together as we let out our chorus of ecstasy cries.
After what felt like an eternity, it was finally over. Completely exhausted, I leaned back against Emily's body, as she held me like a teddy bear. Finally she gave me a playful pat on my stomach. "Clean up and get dressed," she said. "You're free the rest of the night. I'll start you off more seriously tomorrow."
--To Be Continued
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