(Tags: Bisexual, Lezdom, Bondage)
Kim
What lies behind the apparent conventionality of suburban life? The image put up for public consumption is probably mildly exaggerated at the best of times. Mr Smith's top-of-the-range Jaguar is being bought (... but on the never-never). Mrs Jones's hair is (honestly, not) that colour. From time to time though, the facade hides much more exotic matters...
The arrival of the roast at the table was greeted by general enthusiasm and scattered applause. Carrying the bird carefully on its carving tray above her already visible 'bump', Alexa smiled with real happiness at those gathered. She set the tray down on its assigned place and straightened up to tidy back her full blond hair with a touch of unconscious conceit. Her hair had always been her best feature, or so she thought.
And why should she not be happy? She was pregnant again and hopefully this time all would go well. Yes, a Sunday family get together can be a little stressful but, having said that, it was genuinely good to have the extended Morrell clan assembled from all parts of Oxfordshire and beyond for her twenty-ninth birthday. Apart from Toby, her husband, there were both sets of in-laws and also her younger sister Anna with her spouse, Kevin. Eight to feed and this made for a good atmosphere. The sherry - given to the seven who were not expecting - had already relaxed both the musculature generally and tongues more specifically. Jovial conversation filled the room as appreciative observations were made of the golden and succulent appearance of the turkey.
'I only hope I can do it justice', muttered Anna by way of introducing a more solemn tone, 'My back has been giving me seven shades of hell for the last week and it's affecting everything. I've had it before but this time it's worse than ever.'
'I keep telling you', said Kevin languidly, 'regular paracetamol and ibuprofen - you need a combination of painkillers and anti-inflammatories. Anything else is a sheer waste of time. Why won't you listen?'
Kevin, being one of the staff at the Ashmolean, had a tidy mind. There was an ordered and simple approach to everything. All was either black or white.
Alexa could not let this pass.
'Oh no. I can tell you that massage really works well. I've been going to a fantastic therapist for the past eighteen months. Aches and pains just melt away, believe me. Look, take her business card... Toby - pass it across to Anna; it's on the sideboard behind you.'
Toby did as requested and then stood up to perform carving duties. Alexa was giving her sister an encouraging double thumbs up sign and pointing at the card she was reading, when the house phone in the entrance hall started to ring.
'Sorry about this', she grumbled, lifting her eyes heavenwards, 'probably just another cold call - we're starting to get them even on weekends.'
She disappeared off towards the hall, leaving the family to discuss massage while Toby got on with the carving. After a little while she reappeared, grim-faced.
'My friend Kim has just been told that her brother's been badly injured in a car accident. She's in a state. I'm not sure what I should do for the best.'
She paused, seemingly nonplussed. fingering her small nose ring.
'I wonder - would you mind if I went off to be with her for a while? I'm sure it won't be long. She only lives out at Headington. An hour or so. I can eat mine when I get back.'
Toby was clearly exasperated.
'Oh, for heaven's sake, darling...'
Alexa would have none of it.
'No, really sweetheart. This is important. You carry on and hold the fort. It won't take long.'
Despite a further pained look from her husband, she was waved off with general comments of encouragement, rejoinders to 'go carefully' and 'watch out for the road repairs at the Headington roundabout'.
As she picked up the car keys and wrapped a coat around herself in the hall, she glanced down at the phone. She smiled a secret, hardly noticeable smile to herself as she remembered that the phone conversation had consisted, from the other end, of the single word 'Now'... then by a click as the other receiver was replaced and followed by a few 'oh dears' and 'you poor things' from her end... just for public consumption.
* * *
Alexa walked along the long corridor from the lift, trying to contain her rising excitement and anticipation. This was the first time she had been summoned in this way. Mentally she had prepared for it many times and so she hoped her performance at home had been convincing. Obviously that was the last time she could use the 'emergency in a friend's family' strategy... it had been something of a sledge hammer tactic and something else would have to be concocted for a future occasion. What mattered now however was what awaited her behind the door ahead of her. She glanced up at the dignified, brass plate next to it.
M. J. Patterson M.A. (Cantab)
Relationship Counsellor
Remedial Massage'
She remembered how she had originally thought the two concepts of counseling and massage were an odd combination... before experiencing what Madam offered.
Her thumbing of the doorbell button was followed by only the briefest of pauses before the door opened to reveal Madam Patterson standing there imperiously, a full head taller than Alexa, holding the door ajar and dressed in a dark purple, full-length, satin dressing gown.
'About time, mouse', she murmured in a vexed tone, 'How long can you be away?'
'As long as you wish, Madam.'
'Correct answer', she was told as she was ushered in and along a small entrance hall to the master bedroom.
'Prepare yourself, mouse, immediately'.
Hurriedly, Alexa stripped herself naked, all but flinging her clothes without folding into one corner of the room. She then mounted the large double bed and lay on her back, leaving her legs hanging over one corner. She stretched out her arms, thereby allowing Madam the possibility of fastening them to the far corners of the bed if required.
'Very well, mouse. I have felt the need to indulge myself and have brought you here to do my bidding. Bearing in mind your condition we shall start with the small-medium dildo and work our way upwards. You will not bother me at any stage with shows of pain or discomfort, understood?'
'Of course Madam... absolutely, Madam', responded Alexa dutifully.
She looked on from her prone position as Madam undid the loosely fastened belt of her gown allowing it to slip from her shoulders to the floor and her tall, statuesque body and her full, heavy breasts to be seen... the upright, shiny knob of the silver dildo strapped to her groin made its appearance in turn as she advanced upon Alexa. The latter squirmed inside with a mixture of half-fear and sexual frisson. This was the New World which Madam had opened up for her - one which the two of them explored, roughly once each week, in all kinds of ways.
For a year and a half now, Alexa had found her true self. She had been able to abandon the pretense given to the world of being a modern woman, the equal of and complement to a male partner. She had been able to relax and submit, as her nature had always intended her... and to a superior, strong and dominant woman... in the same vein.
* * *
Alexa had not been converted or seduced into lesbianism - Madam's skill had lain in bringing out what already hovered deep within, hesitant to allow itself ever to be seen.
For Madam, Alexa was not just the perfect possession, a submissive foil to her own dominance, but she also had the outward appearance of the perfect victim... ordinary, small, pregnant, vulnerable... but most of all willing, her eyes now half closed in that resigned but eager state of anticipation. Small breasts, an almost though not quite shapely figure... but a slower mind - an inferior female, only ever intended by fate to be the plaything of one superior to her. Mousey by nature, her slave name duly reflected this.
'Up with you, then'.
Effortlessly Madam raised Alexa's legs to the vertical and pulled her body further towards the edge of the bed. Alexa shivered in readiness but Madam paused.
'You are completely sure that it's a female this time? We don't want the same trouble again.'
'Yes, Madam, the ultrasound was quite clear according to the technician.'
Good, thought Madam, a small smile crossing her haughty features, hopefully no need to order the silly thing to abort again.
Madam brought the head of the dildo to rest atop Alexa's few curly, light pubic hairs and then slowly pulled back for it to end up upon her labia majora, nuzzling them slightly so as to part them.
'Ready, mouse?' she queried.
'Of course, Madam' replied Alexa in a slightly high, unnatural pitch caused by the tension, and closed her eyes.
Madam wasted no time. She was a powerful woman and had done this many times before. Making the slightest of backwards movements with her hips, she then rammed forward, upwards and into Alexa with the full length of the dildo. Alexa's eyes widened and her mouth was jerked open with the sudden intrusion and pain - she had started lubricating, prompted by her thoughts of Madam's dominance over her, but was as yet fairly dry.
Her owner noted the effect with satisfaction but paid scant heed to any discomfort she was causing. She set up a rapid back and forth thrusting, burying the short dildo to its hilt with each penetration. As she did so, she dug her nails into Alexa's thighs, slowly working her way up and under her rear where she started to gouge with a vengeance. She took in that her subject was now beginning to lubricate fully, accepting the dildo without trouble and achieving the beginnings of clitoral arousal - and decided that this had gone far enough.
'Time for a change, mouse,' she uttered, dissatisfied and withdrawing. She lost no time in removing the strap on and choosing another from the small table adjacent to the bed.
'Yes, this one is just a little longer but with a much greater diameter... let's see how you cope...'
Again she lost little time in positioning herself and impaling Alexa with the new dildo. A small cry came from her victim as she achieved full penetration.
'Stop that, you silly little bitch. Will a gag be necessary, do you think?'
Alexa was cowed.
'No Madam, accept my apologies, please. It will not happen again.'
Madam leaned heavily over her, buried fully to the hilt of the dildo inside her. She stopped with her face almost touching Alexa's nose ring which she had obliged Alexa to wear as a sign of ownership gleaming just below.
'Let's be clear on one or two things, mouse...' she hissed in a menacing tone, 'you will not give me any cause to believe that you have any reaction but total acceptance of what I do to you, correct?'
'Understood, Madam.'
'You will also be certain to encourage your sister to make an appointment with me, correct?'
'This has already been done, Madam, I am sure she will call you before long.' Alexa was filled with genuine pleasure at being able to give her owner some good news.
'Good, now repeat your Vow of Enslavement to me. Hurry.'
'I, Alexa Morrell, do hereby swear that I am bound to Madam Patterson without possibility of release for as long as she sees fit. I acknowledge her as my absolute owner and her word as my instruction, to be obeyed without question. This Vow supersedes all other contracts I have made in my lifetime, including any marriage vows or promises made to my spouse.'
'Ah, excellent, mouse... and you will remember your sworn commitment to bring your daughter to me when she reaches the age we have mentioned..?'
'Of course, Madam, without fail.'
'And you recall that I shall be needing you to service Mr Collins on the 30th in the afternoon... and that I shall be taking a photographic record...?'
'As you require, Madam.'
'Very well, mouse, we shall continue with the dildo for a while - I wish to try one last one, thicker still, on you - and then I'm afraid I shall have to hurt you somewhat'.
'As you require, Madam.'
'The correct response'.
Madam licked her lips eagerly and poised her hips once again...
* * *
When Alexa finally rejoined the family party it was already well past the coffee and biscuits stage. She made a rather hurried entrance, spluttering excuses as she removed her coat and giving a tragic rendering of her girlfriend's supposed woeful state. These last eighteen months had brought out the expert liar in her, quite apart from all else.
'And to end it all, just look at this... I managed to let the car door whack me in the face. I'm afraid I'm going to have a bit of a shiner. I can tell you it stung for a while!'
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