New Emotions

It was two hours before we took a break and that was only because the dog was whining to be let out.

Maybe it was her mood, maybe it was being in my house, but her usual authoritative tone was missing. Sure, like any lover, she asked for certain things to be done, or increased, or moved. (Miss absolutely loved to have her perineum sucked hard. And I can’t believe I just wrote those words). But this was not about a mistress and her pet today. This was about two lovers becoming closer.

I was lying on my side, my head on her full, firm left breast rising and falling with her breath. Her left hand lazily ran along my back and neck keeping me connected and reminding me who I belong to.

My left fingers playfully outlined her constellation of hip freckles. Cassiopussy she liked to call it. I called it mesmerizing.

I sighed a mix of euphoria and dread. Was I really falling in love with a woman?

"You are not in love with me."

Did I mention she’s a mind reader?

I sputtered, "What - how did you- Kayla, I'm not - ."

"Relax. I'm good at this, remember? You are loving the newness and are concerned about how much it scares you to feel so raw. It's not love. Per se..."

I sat up on my elbow. "It’s just that—it all seems textbook Psych 101: I am a healer and a strong personality, so I yearn to let that go so I can be dominated and used and that makes me stronger later and blah, blah, blah. But that's just the relationship." I looked her straight in the eye. "But this? This is more, I know it is. My orgasms are not just from how good you are, sorry." She smiled. I went on. "They are emotional release. Surrender. And I love that… I crave that."

"Carrie...you just made my point for me. Now, I am hungry. Like, legit need-food-for-real hungry."

She extricated herself and let me flop onto the bed. I laughed and looked shocked. "Hey!"

As she left, she said loudly, "If you don't come with, don't be mad at the state of your kitchen."

I was aghast and delighted. I went to race after her, but my bladder said, "Hold up." By the time I got there, she had eggs and turkey bacon out and was about to mix an omelet.

"I assume from med school days you are a breakfast-at-any-time kind of girl." It was 9:43 PM.

"I am, but let me do that. You're my guest."

"Sit, Pet. Now."

The sudden change of tone caught me up short and I complied. I sat down naked at my kitchen table for the first time in my life. Not caring, Sparks sauntered over and lay down at my feet. I patted his head for a minute while admiring the amazing ass in front of me.

"Better. Now stop staring at my ass and get us some plates and silver ware." Again, I looked shocked at her telepathy. “I can see your reflection in the window. Jeez..." She chuckled.

"Oh..." I muttered and got the plates, etc. "It smells delicious, Miss. Thank you."

"If I had fresh onion and garlic, it would be better."

I nodded and thought of Wesley. He always insisted on fresh herbs, etc. He was always a creative cook. I was relieved I wasn't missing him. I wondered if his new fuck likes him to cook for her.

“Turkey bacon?” She cutely rolled her eyes. “We need to talk.”

Just then, toast I hadn't noticed popped up.

"Perfect...you can butter those."

I did, and soon we were eating the best omelet I had ever eaten. I was surprised at how hungry I was. Sex does work up an appetite

She is really cute when she chews. Everything is small. Small bites, small jaw movements, small sips of juice.

But not so small breasts I could not help but admire.

"Okay, on your knees."

Why do I hesitate?

"Now!"

I dropped, my fork clanging to the floor.

"You like looking at my titties so much you can nurse the right one while I eat. And don't stop until I say so."

A flutter of returning arousal shot through me. "Yes, Miss." Keeping my hands flat on my thighs, I leaned forward and took it in. I sucked first, sliding my tongue around the areola edges. Then I pulsed with my cheeks hollow, trying to take more in. She moaned and shivered, her red hair curtained her face. God, I love that.

“Take more; as wide as you can. Suck harder.” I did as directed. My mouth stretched. I sucked while swirling my tongue about and grazing her thick nipple with my teeth.

“Mmm, fuck yes, Pet.”

After a minute or three, I started to feel an ache in my jaw, but I dared not quit. I was even struggling to breathe as she was pushing my face into her flesh, cutting off my nostrils. Then a hair pull and, “Off!”

I pulled back with a loud pop, sucking in a breath. There was a mark the size of my mouth on her flesh. Nothing to last long, but sexy as fuck.

“Left!”

I adjusted to partially under the table, not caring if it strained my back. A longer suck this time; my twisting mouth suction made her laugh as she ate. When she pulled me off, my chin was soaking wet, spittle dripping down on my breasts. Miss hooked her fingers under my chin and stared at me. And I think I loved that most of all.

“Damn girl, you are good.”

“Thank you, Miss.”

“I am going to shower.” I got excited. I hadn’t had shower sex in a long time.

“Not you, Pet. Stay and clean up this kitchen. I know it’s yours, but I expect it to be spotless. Should you fail inspection, I will be leaving immediately.”

Now, that would be a punishment I could understand.

Her mantra, that she spoke that first night in the hotel, echoed in my brain. “Don’t fear me, fear your own failure.”

She headed upstairs, and Sparks whined. “Yeah, me too…,” I whispered.

I made quick work of the kitchen. I was usually efficient and appreciated clean things mostly because of my profession. When I was satisfied, I hurried upstairs and was disappointed she was already drying off.

“Kneel next to your bed.” She headed back downstairs after tossing me my towel (which I hung). Her pet knelt, hands comfortably flat on her thighs. After a handful of excruciating minutes, she came back upstairs. “Well done.”

I knew I had done a great job, but to hear her acknowledge it was everything.

Before I could say thank you, she sat on the edge of the bed. Her legs spread wide. “You may eat my pussy for dessert.”

“Thank you, Miss.” It tasted sweeter because it was a reward. Psych 101.

Back to the grind

I would like to report that we stayed in bed for the next thirty-six hours but she left before midnight to take care of some personal things. There was still a wall that I could not see over. Maybe I just had to earn the view.

The only bump in an otherwise smooth laundry-and-a-run-Sunday was a couple of texts from Wesley soliciting times he could come and pick up some things. He wasn’t wasting time and neither was my heart.

Monday was on the regular, with rounds in the morning and office hours in the afternoon.

When I got in my car between, he called. I tapped the screen. “Bloop.”

“Hello?”

“…surprised you picked up. How are you?”

I decided to be honest. Seemed like an easier path forward.

“I’m surprised you haven’t told me where you are.” I cleared my throat. “I’m guessing you don’t want to talk about us. Feel free to correct me.”

That was one loud, fucking silence.

I tutted. “How am I? Well, my lover and I are getting closer and I’m very satisfied with who I am lately. Can you say the same?” I knew the last part was a bit snarky, but I wanted him to know he had no more influence on me. Well, that was not totally honest.

“Okay…well yes, I’m doing all right." He had that patronizing tone I hate. "Paula is a good person. I think we fit well. Look, Carrie, I’m sorry all this happened. I really am, but—.”

“Don’t say ‘but’. As soon as you say that, I no longer think that you’re sorry. Wesley, we failed. Come and get your shit when I’m not home. Sparks is mine. Call Deirdre, you’ll need a good lawyer.”

“Seriously? That’s all you’re—?” Bloop!

I disconnected before he could finish. I didn’t want to be warm. I didn’t want to be gentle as direct would be more efficient, and I think kinder in the long run; like amputating an infected toe. Wesley wasn’t awful. Wesley was steady, reliable, and a bit controlling. Yet we had fit well together, hadn’t we? So why did I fall out of love so quickly?

So, it was Paula, his supervisor… I’m not surprised. She’s a bit rounder than I am, a bit younger and he often talks about her obsession with her nieces and nephews. Sounds to me like this was all about having children, since I, the OB, had recently voiced I was not ready. Fucking textbook irony. Psych 101.

Not about him

During my office visits, I was a mix of settled and sad, with a sprinkling of irritation.

Most things were mundane until my 2:30 arrived. Cathy had been with me for a couple of years. A fit, tall, dyed-blonde woman in her mid-30s. She was everything one would think of when picturing a sex kitten at a nightclub. She never dressed her hot body conservatively, nor casually. Everything was short skirts, heels, and tight tops. She made slutty look professional.

This was not a regular visit though. I checked her chart over, and chief complaint was “irritation when I have sex.” Hmmm, considering I knew she was quite active, this would be a problem for her.

“Hello, Cathy. Good to see you.”

“Hey, Doc. I bet you say that to all the girls.”

I softly laughed, looking over to see her already in the stirrups. Her pose and her smile reminded me of Kayla that life-changing day. Cathy’s pussy was very long…

“Damn, Doc! Take a picture!”

I blushed slightly as I must’ve been staring. But I recovered easily by noticing that indeed her vulva was a little red. And slightly swollen.

“Yes, I was just taking a look. Would you like to tell me what’s been going on?” While I gloved up and sat on my stool, she spoke of “fucking a lot lately.” Not just her male SO and girlfriend this week, but at least two other guys that she worked with. “At least”? Had she lost count?

I was on target.

“I will start by asking, 'Are you sure all of them are clean and free?'”

She looked jokingly incredulous. “Nothing goes in this sanctuary that hasn’t been blessed. Honestly, I think maybe I overdid it? Is that even a thing?”

I manipulated her labia checking the rash and for other signs of possible infection. She subtly winced. It looked like a garden-variety abrasion.

“It can be. If it’s all right with you, I’d like to check inside. Anything hurt there?”

“It does. Things can get a little rough in my bedroom, if you know what I mean. This just feels different than before.”

I nodded, trying to ignore the little flutter I got between my legs. I leaned in and put my fingers at her entrance and opened it slightly. I looked with my penlight. Same type of red irritation showed just inside. “So, when was the last time?”

“Last night around one in the morning”

I chuckled. “Sorry, I meant the last time you had this type of irritation. Have you ever experienced this before?”

I withdrew and removed my glove. She smiled, not the least bit embarrassed.

“A few years ago, when I switched birth control. For the first time ever, I didn’t feel like fucking. Sorry, Doc, that’s what it is. Isn’t it?"

“No need to apologize. That is what it is. I think this might be basic vaginal dryness. It can happen for a lot of reasons. Hormones, psychology, diet. And of course, your level of arousal.”

“Damn. I’ve never had trouble getting wet. It’s actually kind of been a problem sometimes.”

“To be on the safe side, I’ll take a swab and we’ll check it. Make sure you didn’t catch anything. In the meantime, try to take a couple days off. And just use some regular aloe or vitamin E on the area. Make sure it isn’t scented nor flavored. A cool gel should give you relief and keep your clothing from irritating the area.”

I put one hand just over her clitoris and used my thumb to hold her labia open. I slid a sample swab through her lips. I didn’t realize it, but I was going slower than I have in the past. And my thumb was moving…fuck….

I dropped it into the tube and capped it.

“Whoo, that was nice. I know you’re just being a doctor, but you know how to take care of a pussy.”

I turned to label the vial as she slid off to get dressed. “I know we’re not friends or anything, but is something going on with you, Doc? You seem…different.”

Oh my God! My staff noticed. The women at that club noticed. Was it starting to show to my patients as well?

“Cathy, you can rely on my confidentiality, but that doesn’t automatically go both ways. Things at home are... in flux.”

She was zipping up a miniskirt, and I couldn’t help but admire her sexy, long legs. Some women are just born to wear heels.

"Sure...sometimes we just need to move on. To be honest, Dave and I are not doing so good. I think I’m dry ‘cause he doesn’t turn me on like he used to. Sad…” She surprised me by putting a hand on my shoulder and looking at me with soft eyes of understanding. Her voice was low. “He doesn’t dominate me the way he used to. And I miss it.” Her voice went to secret-sharing. “And I think you know exactly what I mean.”

I saw her pink panties on the table. I am sure my face was on fire. I coughed. “You forgot your…”

Her body was very close…

“Goin' commando. S'what my doctor prescribed.”

“I didn’t preh….”

She was gone and left me wondering if I had “submissive slut” written across my forehead.

It hurts when I do this

I arrived at Kayla's house on Wednesday. We were finally going to be able to see each other (I know, it had only been three days but cut me some slack). I packed a small bag: a waste of time as I would probably be naked as soon as I walked in the door. I was in a short dress with the heels she demanded.

She had left her apartment door unlocked. I stepped in, closed it and locked it.

“In here, Pet.”

She was in her living room, sitting on the couch in a pair of thigh-high boots and a topless corset that made her breasts look better than ever. Gorgeous red hair was in a tight ponytail, green eyes smiled deviously. She was holding something long and thin in her slender hands, and I realized it was a classic riding crop.

My mouth went dry and my eyes must’ve gone wide. I was dreading this moment in our relationship. Not because I didn’t think I would enjoy it. More that I was afraid I would.

She let out a sigh of exasperation accompanied by a slight eye roll. I immediately dropped into submissive pose.

“Sorry, Miss, you just look so beautiful.” It wasn’t a lie, but it was designed to hopefully ease her irritation.

In the car on the way over, I had worked out that it was unpredictability that I was fearing. She had inexplicably smacked me before on my ass, breasts, and even my face.

The leather end of the instrument was under my chin, lifting me up to stare directly into her eyes that I adored. I gulped, and shivered slightly.

“You knew this moment was coming, Carrie. I told you, I wouldn’t be introducing pain and punishment if I wasn’t willing to put in an effort with you. This is actually a compliment.”

I nodded in understanding, shocked that it made sense.

“Stand, strip, turn away.”

I was lightning fast and stood with my arms behind my back in only my heels. My heart was thumping, and my breathing was speeding up. I could tell I was clenching my buttocks, preparing for the first blow. I hoped she would not be too severe. She had promised. She has spanked me a couple of times in bed; mostly while we were fucking. It had never been too much, and I had actually enjoyed it.

“Color?”

We had decided on the streetlight method of safe wording. Green for go, yellow for slow down or talk, red for stop!

“Green,” I whispered.

“What?” she snapped.

“Green,” I repeated with more volume.

The first thing I felt was her hands on my wrists. She pulled them up above my head, and I knew to interlock them.

I heard her heels as she slowly walked around me, running fingers under my turgid nipples and across my goose-fleshed hips. She was in front of me, but I did not make eye contact.

She suddenly grabbed my loose, dirty blonde hair and pulled my head back. My breath caught

“Fuck, you are delicious. You’re sexy. You’re beautiful. And you are…miiiine.”

I blushed. The crop ran from my collarbone up to my jaw and back down, tracing the line of my throbbing jugular vein. “I have something for you, a gift.” She kissed just where she had touched on my neck, and I almost collapsed. “I think you might know what it is. And I will love giving it to you. But I’d like to see how this first session goes.” She let go of my head and I gasped as I righted myself. “You won’t be earning as much as confirming.” The crop was sliding under my right breast. “There will be times when this sort of thing will feel like punishment. I expect you will enjoy that, won’t you?”

“Probably, Miss. I hope I can please you.”

She gently shook her head and kissed me, soft and loving. A tiny bit of tongue and an awful lot of euphoria.

In a blur, she was behind me, and I felt her hand smack my cheeks six times. I gasped at the pain, but also the surprise. I shook with each. This was more than she had done before.

“Those are warm-up.”

I was not sure if I liked it or not. My vagina informed me she did.

I could hear Miss’ breathing grow huskier. Excitement filled her voice when she asked, “Color?”

“Green… green, Miss.”

She ran her fingertips across my right stinging cheek. It gave me a sex-shiver. I involuntarily pushed back against it, requesting. She moaned, sliding her finger up and down my crack. Oof, the sensations…

“Hands on the wall. Lean.”

She tapped the insides of my calves, and I knew to widen my stance.

Whoosh, crack! Right lower cheek.

“OH fuck!” It was so sharp. Every nerve in my body was alight. It was remarkable.

Whoosh, crack! Left.

“Col-?”

“GREEN! Oh god, green!”

She laughed wickedly then proceeded with an even ten, five each. I was panting, tears falling and not all from pain. Mostly a sign of my mind's unshackling.

“The pink handprints look so sexy. And my cunt,” she groped my vulva in ownership and I yelped, “is a fucking mess. Count down the next from ten.”

“Ten!” Whoosh, crack! That one felt harder.

Whoosh, crack!

“Sssevennn…” My pussy was on the verge.

Whoosh, crack!

“Fiiive…” My skin was getting numb, but my cunt was starting to spasm. What the fuck was happening?

Whoosh, crack!

My knee bent and I faltered. I breathed deeply then stood strong again.

“Yeh…yellow…”

“Tell me.”

“I am very c-close to orgasm. And I don’t know if it’s allowed.”

There was a brief joyous laughter that made me smile and drop my head.

“You are the cutest, fucking, sexiest, goddamn thing I’ve ever used. Good girl for asking.” Her voice dropped lower. “Not yet!”

Whoosh, crack!

"Three!" so close! Sweat was in my eyes, my nipples ached to be sucked, pulled, slapped!

Whoosh, crack! My brain was on fire.

"Two!" My arousal was dripping. My orgasm coiled in my belly rattling a warning.

Then...Nothing happened. I was foggily aware. Why had she paused? Tinnitus roared in my ears. Had I done someth -?

"CUM!"

Whoosh, crack, explosion!

"WUHHNNN!"

It was the grand seizure of orgasms. I had never experienced anything close. I was shaking, screaming! My vagina clutched at nothing while freely flowing with what I surmised would be a thick liquid. My hands shook, and my mouth went dry. I had no sense of equilibrium.

The pain returned and my ass wailed. My voice wanted to echo it, but it forgot how to function.

My first aftercare

The gel was soothing and cool. The pillow was supportive but yielding. The sheets were soft against my sweat-dried skin. The sheets?

"You passed out again."

My eyes were hungover fuzzy. I forced focus and half raised up. She was on the edge of her bed holding a tube of something she was applying to my welts and marks. I looked back. I was red and a bit purple.

"Holy fuuu..." I gravelly muttered.

"It's quite a sight the first time. I think it looks beautiful." She put the back of her hand on my facial cheek. "I was so impressed by what you took. You need to know that that was some advanced force I was swinging." She was a bit wide-eyed, and I felt a strange pride.

"Don't roll over. This needs a minute. Here." She handed me a sports drink which I was unaware I was craving. I drank it all and handed her the empty. My throat felt like I had been screaming because I probably had.

"What was that flavor?"

She smiled. "Ice citrus something."

"It's horrible."

There was that genuine laugh I loved. "Sorry, Pet, but it's what you needed. I'm prescribing it after every session. Am I right to assume there will be more?"

I looked at my abused ass. My pussy opened her eyes, smiled, and went back to blissful rest.

"Yes, Miss." A deep sigh. "It was..."

"I know."

She stood and put the gel on her dresser, then turned back holding a long white box.

"You earned this."

My heart raced and all of the sting and sear floated away. I opened it and there it was; black leather with a silver buckle and ring. There was a small stethoscope charm attached, and my heart leaked out of my eyes. It was almost as good as Wesley handing me his grandmother's ring eight years ago. Lying next to my collar on the cotton bedding was a slender silver choker. This one had a small tiara charm.

"One is for Doctor Pet, the other is for Princess to wear in public. I hope you accept them both."

My mind, body, and heart were spent, yet all three were suddenly and electrically ablaze. I loved that I had a choice.

"...don't know what to say."

She smiled and caressed my arm. "You say, 'Yes, Miss,' and I put it on you."

"Yes, Miss."

"Good girl."

"Yellow."

"Okay?"

"Is it weird to say I love it?"

Her eyes were wet and she shook her head. "Best pet ever."

To Be Continued...

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