Cute Girls

Eternal Acquiescence

Liz surreptitiously peered over the book she was reading to watch the little blonde on the floor. She rarely got the opportunity to just sit and admire Jade because the woman hardly ever stopped moving. If she wasn’t bustling about the house to do something for the children or her mistress, she was busy at some other small task. Liz slowly lowered the book to her lap and felt the tension in her neck and shoulders fall away as she watched her girl measure and mark different pieces of glass.

Jade was so focused on the pattern and multiple panes of glass surrounding her that she never noticed her mistress putting down the book she’d been reading and reaching for the camera. Lost in her own little world of color, light, texture and a vision, Jade traced and scored each piece of glass to suit the pattern she’d designed. Soft scraping and clinking sounds competed with her gentle humming and the current song on the radio while the overhead fan blew wisps of her golden blonde hair back and forth along her forehead.

Liz raised her favorite camera to her right eye and zeroed in on the unsuspecting woman’s face. Photographing was so second nature that her hands automatically adjusted the aperture and focus of the lens, but where Liz’s trigger finger would have normally gone ahead and snapped the photo, there was hesitation. She had been enamored with the smaller woman’s profile from the very first picture she’d seen of it, but the love and admiration that swept through her now was a bit startling in that its strength hadn’t diminished at all over time.

She couldn’t be sure how long she sat there, her lens trained on the object of her desire, as her artistic eye settled on pale pink lips before jumping to the straight line of an angular jaw. Liz scanned every line, angle, curve and dimple in her lover’s face with surgical precision before centering her viewfinder on a pale freckle and snapping the photo. The noise of the shutter brought her subject’s head swinging around with interest and she skillfully wound the film to the next frame and captured the playful smirk, complete with squinting eyes, when Jade realized what she was doing.

“I thought you were reading,” the blonde protested with a smile and raised her hand up in front of her face to block any more photos.

“I was. Move your hand, blondie,” Liz replied in a no-nonsense tone of voice.

“Liz, I look like hell and you know I hate having my picture taken.”

“It wasn’t a request, Jade, and you know I hate repeating myself,” Liz said evenly, never taking the camera away from her eye.

She watched with interest as the smaller woman’s posture and body language changed immediately. She tightened her index finger on the trigger and held there, just short of activating the shutter as she waited for the shot she wanted. Through the viewfinder she watched the blonde’s hand move down from her face to rest in her lap as her head bowed just slightly, her gaze falling at Liz’s feet.

“That’s better,” Liz began and readied herself before continuing. “Good girl,” she finished, pressing the trigger in the exact moment an indescribable look of peace, belonging and happiness graced the little woman’s face. It still amazed her that those two words produced such a reaction in her lover, but the look on Jade’s face was an outward expression of the deep understanding, trust and intimacy they shared.

Liz could have finished the roll on her right then, but placed the camera back on the end table and resumed reading her book. She’d gotten what she wanted with the three pictures she took, in addition to setting the tone for the evening. Though her eyes never left the page her book was opened to, she was acutely aware of the blonde on the floor. Jade remained where she was for almost two full minutes before slowly and wordlessly returning to her stained glass.

The brunette waited until the soft scraping noise of scoring glass began again before peering over the book at her little woman. She’d been waiting for an opportunity like tonight for a long time. Their work schedules rarely allowed them the same days off, but the most prominent limitation on ecstatic intimacy was their children. Tonight, however, was the first of a three day weekend where they were both off work and the children were away.

Liz pretended to read for another half hour before closing her book and setting it next to her camera on the table. Jade noticed this and turned to see the brunette light a cigarette, inhale deeply and exhale as their gaze met through the quickly dissipating white cloud. Liz held the gaze for several long seconds before taking another lazy drag on her cigarette.

“Continue,” she said simply and watched the little blonde nod as she returned to her project.

Liz delighted in watching her girl work and the tension in Jade’s body was evident through her actions, as once fluid movements became stiffer and more mechanical in nature. The mood shifted by the second and she smoked in a relaxed fashion as the blonde did her best to maintain her focus on the project, obviously fighting the urge to speak out or look up. Letting the anticipation build, Liz sat motionless and continued watching for several more minutes.

“Enough,” she finally said and watched as the blonde froze momentarily before resting her tools on the floor and placing her hands in her lap. “Come to me, Jade.”

The smaller woman moved to stand but was quickly rebuffed by the brunette.

“I don’t recall telling you to rise, girl.”

Jade resumed her position on her knees and made her way to the brunette’s feet, eyes downcast, a placid look on her face as she settled back on her heels and waited. Liz sat up in her chair and looked down on the kneeling woman for a moment before leaning forward, her face stopping mere inches away from Jade’s forehead.

“Up,” the brunette commanded and the blonde rose to her knees.

Liz reached forward and traced the fingernail of her index finger along the smaller woman’s hairline, down her neck, onto her chest and beneath the neckline of her low-cut tee. The blonde’s soft but sudden exhalation of breath was not lost on Liz and she proceeded to move her hand beneath the hem of the kneeling woman’s shirt. She flattened the palm of her hand against the blonde’s abdomen and slid her fingers past the waistband of Jade’s sweatpants, into her panties to cup her mound.

“Check the time,” Liz instructed and the blonde lifted her gaze to the clock on the mantle. “You’ll watch every second pass for five minutes, at the end of which you’ll alert me by saying “time”.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the blonde breathed, her voice abandoning her as the fingers of anticipation closed around her throat in a most restricting fashion.

Liz wedged her foot between the woman’s knees and nudged them apart several inches, allowing her greater access to gently massage the smaller woman’s pussy. Very little time had passed before she felt the slick moisture of Jade’s arousal seep onto her fingers as she continued the firm pressure of the massage. Liz watched the blonde’s profile and noted the way her pulse ticked rhythmically beneath her jaw.

She pressed a long slender finger between the girl’s slick outer lips and into the warm, tight cavern of her sex, eliciting a poorly muffled whimper as Jade’s pussy clutched possessively around the tip of the intruding digit. Liz leaned further forward and exhaled a hot breath over the blonde’s collarbone and drove the full length of her finger into the little woman’s pussy, not bothering to tease her but taking up a firm, steady rhythm immediately.

A telling moan erupted from the kneeling woman as she struggled to maintain her focus on the ever ticking second hand of the clock. The brunette studied her girl, gauging her every breath and movement. Sensing the time, Liz ground the heel of her hand against Jade’s clit moments before inserting a second finger into her heated pussy.

The blonde gasped and her hand shot out to the arm of Liz’s chair for support, her eyes pinching shut momentarily. Realizing the smaller woman’s struggle for control and focus, the brunette increased the force and tempo of her thrusts, bringing forth several healthy shudders from Jade’s body as the tension inside her built exponentially.

Her chest rose and fell quickly, her other hand reaching out to grip the coffee table in an effort to remain upright as her body thrummed at the bidding of Liz’s fingers. Her legs quivered badly and her hips began to jog in time to the brunette’s hand.

“Please… Oh please, mistress,” the blonde panted, her eyes still closed, her thighs trembling.

“No!” Liz responded firmly, resulting in the smaller woman’s eyes flying open and squinting with the effort of keeping time.

The way Jade chewed her bottom lip suggested that she was struggling mightily to maintain her composure, as bidden by her mistress, who skillfully worked against that very command with the ever present pistoning of fingers inside her pussy. Liz, who hadn’t once glanced at the clock, could almost hear the second-hand ticking as loud and steady as a bass drum, her focus narrowing on the quivering and panting woman before her.

A helpless whimper interrupted the otherwise silent room, and she felt the inner walls of Jade’s pussy begin to contract around her fingers. Always quick to cum, the blonde’s body tensed and quivered beneath the effort of holding on, her control slipping faster than each second that ticked by. Liz maintained the frantic pumping into Jade’s pussy as she moved her free hand to the woman’s breast. She had just closed her thumb and forefinger around the jutting nipple when the blonde screamed, “Time!”

Liz froze, and for a fleeting moment their world stopped. Eyes closed, aware only of themselves and the closeness of the other, they no more than existed in that moment. As profound as that moment was, it was broken when Liz removed her hand from Jade’s body, causing the blonde to gasp. Her chin fell to her chest in obvious relief, disappointment, and momentary exhaustion.

She took several deep breaths in an attempt to regain normal breath patterns and was soon able to support her own weight without the assistance of the furniture. Liz guided her shiny fingers to the smaller woman’s mouth and traced them over soft lips that soon opened and enveloped the juicy digits. Jade’s tongue gently laved over them, her eyes closing in obvious delight.

“Look at me,” Liz commanded, receiving an almost physical shock to her system when brave jade eyes met her own.

Satisfied that her fingers were clean, she slid them out of Jade’s mouth and took the smaller woman’s head in her hands. Holding the blonde’s gaze, she leaned forward and ran her tongue along first the top lip and then the bottom, tasting her girl’s desire and reveling in the undisguised lust she saw in those eyes on the moment of contact. She made a second pass with her tongue and felt Jade’s lips part in anticipation of a kiss.

Liz leaned slightly closer as if to kiss the blonde, watching her eyes all the while and then captured her bottom lip between her teeth, biting it hard. The smaller woman’s head jerked back in surprise, and the brunette watched a tear slide down the side of the kneeling woman’s cheek. The look in Jade’s eyes became one of lust, confusion and disappointment at the realization that the sharp pain in her lip was as close as she would come to a kiss from her mistress.

Liz’s hands slid down the blonde’s head, her fingers wrapping about the smaller woman’s slender neck possessively. Jade’s pulse, vital and strong, thumped beneath her hands, causing her to increase pressure until she could feel every vein, every muscle and every breath. The smaller woman remained as still as a statue, but her relaxation and ultimate trust seeped into her tormentor’s fingers, as if she were literally melting beneath the touch.

Giving a final squeeze, the brunette released her girl and sat back in her chair. She lit a cigarette and took a long drag before speaking through the exhalation, smoke lazily curling past her lips with every word.

“Upstairs there is a list of instructions for you. They are to be followed to the letter, in the order they are listed. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” the blonde said softly.

“Good girl,” Liz finished, bringing the cigarette to her lips and breathing it in as the smaller woman rose to stand. She watched the blonde struggle with the first several steps and had to suppress a giggle when Jade faltered in the stairway, reaching out to the wall and the banister for support before breathing deeply and beginning again.

Jade managed to get up the stairs without incident and once inside the bedroom she closed the door and leaned against it, releasing a long low moan as her pussy throbbed with need. She placed her hand over her heart and felt it pounding wildly as she replayed the scene in the living room. She hadn’t expected Liz’s assault and felt dizzy at the implications of her instructions.

The urge to slide her hand into her panties and finish herself off was nearly overwhelming, but she knew there was a purpose behind the act of keeping time and stopping before she climaxed. Shaking her head to clear the lust induced fog; she pushed away from the door and started toward her side of the bed where a crisp white sheet of paper lay atop her pillow.

Reaching for the list was a surreal moment for Jade. She felt as if she were crossing some sort of threshold. She complied with Liz’s commands on a daily basis, but the knowledge that this weekend was about more than menial housework, her career and caring for the children, gave her the feeling she was stepping through a portal of sorts. She was stepping out of her role as mother, employee and lover and into her role of wanton, submissive slut.

Closing her fingers around the list sent a shiver up her spine, and she began to read the carefully scrawled instructions.

“Under your sink, you will find a purple box of scented cleansing products. You are to take a thorough shower, using each one accordingly. Your underarms, legs and pussy are to be clean shaven and moisturized appropriately thereafter. When you emerge from the shower, you will find a dress, shoes and accessories laid out for you. You’ll wear your hair down and apply your make-up sparingly, with the exception of eyes and lips which are to be more defined. You will find the colors I desire laid out on your vanity.

At no time during this process are you to touch yourself intimately. I will be up to inspect your appearance in an hour and a half.”

Jade carried the paper into the bathroom and turned on the water for her shower, letting it heat up as she re-read the instructions several times. She retrieved the box of shampoos, gels and lotions, taking what she’d need into the shower with her and marveling at the way her mistress could make the familiar act of showering seem so foreign and intricate.

A normal shower for Jade took less than ten minutes and consisted of shampooing her hair, washing her body and quick-shaving her legs. She had to remind herself to slow down and be sure she used all of the soaps and gels she had. There was a special shampoo, conditioner, body wash, face wash, nail soap and brush for fingers and toes, as well as a separate foot scrub. It was, for all intents and purposes, an entire personal spa treatment to be had in the shower. The blonde smiled when she realized that she hadn’t spent this much time on personal care in months.

She finished her shower and stepped onto the bath mat feeling like a new woman. Her mind swam with thoughts of what her mistress had planned as she dried off and went into the bedroom to see what she would be wearing. On the bed lay a new sun dress, white sandals, a lacy white bra and two plain white boxes. Jade reached out and felt her breath hitch in her throat when her fingertips touched the soft, smooth fabric of the dress. She was overwhelmed with love for her mistress as she let her eyes wander from item to item, so thoughtfully collected and laid out for her.

She looked at the clock and mentally calculated how much time she had left. Realizing that she still had to blow dry her hair and apply her make-up, she returned to the bathroom and made use of the body lotion and body spritz from the purple box. She brushed her teeth, dried her hair and returned to the bedroom to dress. Her nipples hardened with excitement as she slid the lacy bra straps up her arms. She was surprised to find how well it fit and ran her fingers over the fabric, feeling sexier by the minute.

She reached for the accompanying panties, only to find that there were none. A warm blush crept up her neck at the thought of leaving the house without anything under her dress, but if Liz had wanted her to wear any panties they would have been there. She reached for the dress and nuzzled her cheek against the inviting fabric for a moment before slipping it over her head and smoothing her hands down the sides. She marveled at the fit of the garment and was overjoyed by how comfortable and attractive it made her feel. The pale blue fabric stopped several inches above her knees and belled slightly, making her very aware of her uncovered sex.

She sat down at her vanity and styled her hair the way she knew Liz liked it best. She applied her make-up as instructed, slightly over defining her eyes and boldly painting her lips. She typically wore very little make-up and felt a bit self-conscious about the way her eyes and lips stood out but knew better than to disobey Liz’s orders and left them as they were. She slipped on the new sandals and then made her way back to the bed where the two white boxes sat, as yet unopened. She had been saving them and reached for the smallest box first, opening it with trembling fingers.

Her eyes went wide when she saw the aquamarine earrings inside, and she had a very difficult time getting them in as her fingers shook with excitement. The second box contained a matching bracelet and she gingerly placed it over her wrist, fastening it securely before turning to the full length mirror in the corner. The moment she laid eyes on her reflection, her fingers flew to her throat in surprise. She blinked several times and looked again, trying desperately to find the harried thirty-seven year old she was accustomed to seeing in the mirror.

Jade knew her flaws more intimately than anyone else on the planet and had always been painfully aware of them. Yet, as she stood in her bedroom on this day, she could find very little to pick at. She certainly would have found something, if given time, but the bedroom door opened in that moment. Jade swiveled around in surprise to find Liz staring at her with undisguised lust and admiration.

Jade took a step toward the brunette but was stopped short as Liz raised her palm, silently commanding her to remain where she was. The blonde complied and stood stock-still as the taller woman’s hungry eyes caressed her from head to toe several times. The silence and distance hung heavy on Jade’s psyche. She had to resist the urge to fidget as Liz continued her languid appraisal. A burst of nervous excitement filled the smaller woman when her mistress twirled her finger, indicating her desire for the smaller woman to turn so she could see everything.

Under normal circumstances, Jade would have hated being so closely inspected. Today, however, she felt proud and turned slowly, even going so far as to hold out her arms upon completing the turn. The look on Liz’s face, so full of approval and admiration, was the final straw, and Jade quickly closed the distance between them and flung herself into the brunette’s arms. A quiet laugh escaped the taller woman upon impact and she wound her arms tightly about the little blonde.

“Easy, little one,” Liz exhaled in a strained voice as Jade’s hold on her middle tightened, making proper speech impossible.

Jade let go quickly and looked up with worried eyes. Her lips parted as the beginnings of an apology rushed out and Liz placed her index finger over them to silence her. Jade looked up in confusion. Liz’s eyes bored into hers and a healthy blush filled her cheeks when the brunette slid the tip of her finger over Jade’s chin, down her neck, and onto her chest.

“I wonder how well you followed instructions,” Liz said softly, dragging her finger in a lazy circle around the blonde’s nipple.

Jade’s breath caught in her throat when the taller woman’s fingers moved past her hemline, touched her thigh and began sliding up it. Inch by inch, Liz’s fingers slid higher and Jade found herself unable to break the intense stare.

A strong jolt rocked the little blonde’s frame the instant warm fingers touched her freshly shaven pussy. Wrapping her arms around Liz, she leaned into her tormentor as her body reacted to the feather-soft touch. She rested her forehead against Liz’s chest and tried to maintain her composure as the brunette continued the exploration, feeling everything as though she were painting a mental picture of the view beneath her fingers. Jade’s heart hammered in her chest when strong fingers plowed into her hair and curled into a fist.

Liz’s heart beat solidly beneath the blonde’s forehead, and Jade’s mind scrambled to organize the plethora of sensory information she was receiving. Soft fingers against her pussy, a firm hold on her hair and the rhythmic thud of her mistress’ heart beneath her ear proved a bit much for her. She subconsciously rolled her hips against the hand at her pussy, causing it to stop immediately. Jade froze and felt the fingers in her hair twist tighter, pulling her head back and forcing her to return Liz’s hard gaze.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

Jade opened her mouth to speak, but the only sound to come out was a low moan as Liz teased at her entrance.

“What’s the matter, blondie, cat got your tongue?”

Jade bit her lower lip, powerless beneath the touch of her mistress. The fingers in her hair tightened enough to get her attention, and she attempted to provide an answer to the brunette’s question. She had no more than opened her mouth to speak when Liz forced a finger into her pussy, wrenching a needful moan from her throat.

“No, you can’t help yourself. You can dab a little perfume on your wrists, put on a pretty dress and steal my breath away, but deep down, the slut inside you wins out every time.”

A tiny thought of protest welled up in Jade, but before she could give it a voice her mistress drove the truth home, thrusting deep within the little blonde. Jade’s fingers dug into Liz’s back, her legs buckling just slightly as determined fingers massaged away every shred of decency and composure she’d had earlier. The truth of Liz’s declaration became increasingly apparent as the smaller woman’s moans rose in volume and frequency until her hips were jogging in time to the rhythmic finger fucking.

“Please,” Jade breathed, her fingernails digging into the taller woman’s back.

“Please what, girl?”

“Please, Mistress, please let your girl cum.”

“Oh, little one, I merely intended to help you finish getting ready,” Liz said and abruptly pulled her fingers from Jade’s pussy.

Jade breathed deeply, trying to make heads or tails of the maddening tingle between her legs and wondering when it would finally be appeased.

“Now you’re ready,” Liz stated and took the blonde’s elbow, guiding her from the house and out to her truck.

Without a word, the brunette maneuvered the truck out of the drive and onto the highway. Jade stared straight ahead, not daring to move lest she be reminded of her arousal any more than she already was. Her mind swam with thoughts of where the taller woman was taking her, but after ten minutes of silence, all she could discern was that they were headed southeast.

She had just begun to unwind from the scene in the bedroom when a sudden electric current leapt into her thigh. Jade physically jumped, her eyes snapping down to her leg where a tan hand had taken hold of the hem of her dress and was pulling it up high on her leg. Instinctively, she reached down to stop the fabric, but halted her efforts when the brunette barked, “No.”

She hadn’t paid any attention to her surroundings before that moment, but when a cool current of air kissed her naked pussy she became painfully aware of the traffic surrounding them. Her mind raced as they drove alongside a large semi, slowly approaching the tall cabin of the truck.

“Show me,” Liz commanded, releasing the dress and dividing her attention between the road and the anxious blonde.

Jade looked down to see the last couple of inches of her dress still covering her mound and tentatively reached for the soft blue fabric. Gingerly curling her fingers around it, she stilled, hesitating, stalling, and delaying the inevitable.

“Now!” Her mistress barked, startling her, though she should have seen it coming.

She did as she was told and closed her eyes when she noticed how close she was to the neighboring vehicle. The silence in the cab of their truck was slowly unnerving her, but the feel of Liz’s warm fingers wrapping around her hand calmed her instantly. Jade sighed when Liz guided her hand to her pussy, insisting she touch herself.

Jade knew she’d been very excited before leaving the house, but was taken aback by how wet and sensitive she still was. Several miles passed with her mistress guiding her fingers over her slick folds, and Jade realized they were still traveling in the same spot beside the large truck. The second she opened her eyes, Liz released her hand and sped up. Jade’s body tensed as her side window drew ever closer to the truck driver’s window. Her hand slowly came to a stop and she was dying to pull her dress down, but it was not to be.

“Continue,” Liz ordered, watching the blonde like a hawk as she pulled even with the big truck beside them.

Jade turned her head towards her mistress, begging with her eyes to be relieved of the pseudo-exhibitionism. Liz gazed at her for what seemed like a dangerously long time, ignoring the road, understanding the message in Jade’s eyes and lifting her fingers to the smaller woman’s chin. Her face softened and a tiny smile curled one side of her mouth as she nodded and softly responded, “It pleases me.”

Jade’s face brightened at the remark, and with her eyes locked on her mistress she began teasing her pussy again.

“Put your feet up on the dash, slut,” Liz ordered, her voice soft and low.

Something flashed in Liz’s bright green eyes, and Jade recognized the change in her voice as evidence of her mounting lust. Driven to please, Jade dismissed her surroundings and focused all of her attention on carrying out the directives of her mistress. Placing her feet shoulder width apart on the dashboard, she slid a slick finger into her pussy and watched Liz’s face for a reaction. Liz’s attention shifted from the road to her girl and back as they traveled, until a soft moan floated into the air. Liz turned toward the blonde and held her gaze firm. The hunger and power Jade saw there was an intense aphrodisiac for her, and she shuddered beneath the stare as her thumb brushed over her clit.

“That’s it, girl, let me hear what you’re feeling. Don’t hold back. Show me what your body’s been begging for all day.”

Every hungry word Liz uttered sent a powerful jolt through the little blonde’s body, carrying her to the next level of pleasure. Nothing put her at ease and turned her on more completely than the sound of her mistress’ voice, and she was soon lost to all space and time as her fingers danced over her clit.

Liz watched as Jade’s head fell back against the headrest. She looked over to the trucker beside them and let out a wicked laugh at the befuddled look of lust and envy on his face. She reached over and slid her fingers beneath Jade’s and plunged two fingers into the blonde’s wet warmth, causing Jade to arch her back, cry out and clutch at her arm. Every time Liz accelerated, so too did the large truck beside them.

Completely oblivious to the cat and mouse game going on, Jade rode Liz’s hand with unrestrained zeal, coming ever closer to the bliss her body craved. The large cab of their truck, filled with her panting and moaning, became so charged with sexual energy that it made the hair on the back of Liz’s neck stand on end. Her own breathing grew quicker as Jade’s came in bursts and gasps, until once again the blonde was begging to cum.

Never before had she ached for release the way she was now. The tension in her lower back was almost unbearable and she knew she’d never needed anything as badly as she needed to cum right now. A string of whimpers began, growing needier with every thrust of her hips against Liz’s hand. To anyone else, the noise would have been cause for alarm as the sound emulated someone experiencing great suffering, but Liz knew her girl well, knew she’d taken her to that place where one would sacrifice all for the mind-bending climax lurking just beneath the surface.

Jade’s eyes flew open as maniacal laughter erupted from her mistress. She watched in confused fascination as Liz withdrew her fingers, sucking them into her mouth and licking them clean while the open-mouthed trucker watched. Disappointment flooded the little blonde, but she had precious little time to dwell on her circumstances before Liz down-shifted and slammed on the accelerator. Their truck raced forward, speeding past the eighteen-wheeler as the driver accidentally veered onto the shoulder and hit the rumble strip before abruptly swerving back into his lane and reducing speed.

Jade tensed as they crossed three lanes of traffic to make the fast approaching exit and raced down the large hill, carrying them away from the highway. She had no idea where they were going, but one look at Liz’s face told her they were almost there and that there would be no more games from here on out. Her knuckles went white around the door handle when they jerked off the pavement onto an old dirt road that led into a heavily wooded area.

Her first inclination was to be nervous, but wonder and excitement took over and her heart pounded with anxious want. Thousands of questions rose to mind, but she didn’t dare voice any of them as they darted through the forest, narrowly missing trees and large potholes as they went. The only thing Jade was aware of, other than the large trees racing past her window and the jarring noise of the truck on the trail, was Liz’s determination.

She found it easier to look at Liz than watch the road, and she marveled at the intensity of focus she saw in the brunette’s profile. Jaw set, eyes riveted to the road and the insistent tick in the woman’s cheek spoke volumes of her preoccupation with the task of driving. A feeling of loneliness swept over Jade and she fidgeted in her seat for several minutes before finally deciding to break the silence.

She never got the chance to utter a word, though. The truck slid to a sudden stop at the edge of the woods, causing her to lean heavily into her seatbelt as it held firm across her chest and waist. Jade’s head snapped forward, for fear that they were about to hit something, but to her great surprise she found herself staring out at the ocean from the edge of a cliff. The late afternoon sun was perched just above the water on the horizon, the soft orange hue of the water broken only by the dazzling sparkles of the sun off the crest of wind driven waves.

“Get out,” Liz said gruffly, engaging the emergency brake.

Jade found it difficult to comply right away as she struggled to process everything and catch up with the moment at hand. The slamming of the driver’s side door pulled her from the haze of thoughts clouding her mind, and she reached for the handle on her own door. She had no more than set one foot on the ground before strong fingers dug into her arm, forcibly pulling her from the cab of the truck and tugging her along the edge of the cliff.

She stumbled at first but quickly gained her balance and did her best to keep up with the brunette’s long, purposeful strides. A sudden gust of wind blew up the face of the cliff, raising her dress and exposing her from the waist down. The cool mist from the waves below kissed her pussy and caused her to inhale sharply at the surprise sensation. She was very aware of her arousal as her slick lips glided against one another with every step. It wasn’t until they were about fifteen yards from the building that she noticed the lighthouse.

Stunned by the realization that she’d been completely oblivious to the massive structure until then, Jade found herself wondering what her mistress had in mind as they approached the black and white spiraled tower. She’d seen the old building hundreds of times before but always from the water. She now knew their approximate location and wondered how Liz had found it and why she’d brought her here.

Out of the corner of her eye, Jade noticed a sign that read NO TRESPASSING. The warning gave her a moment of pause, but the insistent pull on her arm gave her little chance to process the legalities of their being there. She tripped again as Liz ascended the stairs of the old lighthouse and physically shook her head in an attempt to gather her focus. Everything was happening so fast. She could barely hear anything for the battle being waged by the good and evil sides of her psyche. The angel on one shoulder warned against proceeding, while the devil on her other shoulder violently prodded with his trident.

Once again mastering her balance, Jade mounted the stairs and took her place behind Liz who was standing just to the side of the door, looking up at the round body of the tower. Not daring to look around again and risk the chance of displeasing her mistress, Jade remained where she was and waited. Not an easy task as her pussy throbbed, her heart pounded and her palms began to sweat.

“Open the door.”

Jade looked up in astonishment, first to the door and then to her mistress who was eyeing her expectantly. Looking back to the door, Jade felt the strain of responsibility fall squarely on her shoulders. Obeying her mistress had never been a question until this moment, but running about town “sans” panties was one thing. Trespassing on private property was entirely another. Jade took a deep breath and looked back up to the brunette, her face drawn, an obvious look of regret in her eyes.

“I can’t. We’re not supposed to be here,” the blonde explained feebly, hating the disappointment she saw in Liz’s eyes.

“Open the door, Jade.”

Looking back at the door for a fleeting second, Jade then cast her eyes down and stood silently, as she gave in to the doubt and fear within her. The sound of Liz’s leather jacket creaking with movement was the only warning she got before the jarring sound of breaking glass filled her ears. Jade gasped and jumped at the abrupt noise, her eyes darting to the door where Liz’s elbow had penetrated the glass pane just above the doorknob.

The brunette reached inside, unlocked the door from the inside and opened it quickly, pushing it open wide and pulling the startled blonde inside. Jade stumbled into the dark room and willed her eyes to adjust to the low light as the door slammed behind her. She still couldn’t see very well, but the dank, musty smell told her the building hadn’t been occupied in quite some time.

Puzzled and anxious, she began to turn around, but instead found herself moving forward at the urgent insistence of Liz’s hand between her shoulder blades. Her hands shot out in front of her in fear of running into something, and Liz scoffed at the fearful gesture.

“Having trust issues today, are we, girl?”

“It’s very dark, Mistress,” Jade replied softly, though she had been asking herself the same question since her hesitation in the truck. It wasn’t like her to second guess her mistress’ instructions and she could only wonder at why she was having such a hard time giving over today. Sure, she’d been stressed at work, the kids’ schedules had grown hectic and it had been months since she and Liz’s last scene, but it still didn’t make sense. This was what she craved. The opportunity to submit completely was at hand, and still she hesitated.

“Excuses,” the brunette spat.

Jade reluctantly lowered her arms and began moving forward at the guidance of the hand at her back. Dust swirled about them, tickling her nose and burning her eyes as they proceeded along the rounded wall.

“Step up,” Liz said, continuing to push her as they reached a darkened stairwell.

Jade did as she was told and began climbing the stairs, dragging her hand along the wall for guidance. Her very presence in the building was cause for anxiety, but on top of that was the knowledge that she’d disappointed her mistress. The remainder of her anxious feelings were directly linked to her anticipation of why they’d come here and what awaited her at the top of the stairs. The climb seemed interminable, but in a matter of three or four minutes, a dim glow filled the stairwell.

Every step earned her more light, less dust, the sound of waves crashing against the cliff and the heady scent of the ocean. Jade treaded lightly, as she silently measured the placement of each step while Liz’s boots stepped heavily on the creaky wooden stairs.

Confidence. Everything she does exudes confidence, Jade thought to herself as the noise echoed against the walls of the tower. Jade wondered how Liz did it, but quickly resigned the question and simply marveled at the realization that the brunette’s unshakable confidence was a large part of what intrigued and aroused her.

The rhythmic thud of heavy motorcycle boots, the strong hand at her back and the conviction she’d seen in Liz’s eyes downstairs were all part of the overall strength that turned her on. Simply standing close to Liz was often enough to ignite her desires, and today was no exception. She thought of the clock on the mantle, ticking away the seconds as the brunette pushed her arousal to the edge. She remembered the scene in the bedroom and the episode in the truck and felt her hands begin to shake as she reached the landing at the top of the stairs.

Jade’s mouth fell open the moment she arrived on the landing and was able to see through the massive wall of glass around her. Westward, as far as the eye could see, were green treetops blanketing the earth, and she had the sudden childish urge to bound across it as if it were lush clover. She now regretted her earlier protest to enter the lighthouse and knew she’d always remember the way the sun cast a golden glow over the trees, giving the landscape a dreamlike quality where all hard edges were smudged and softened.

The sudden whisper of warm air against her neck startled her. She hadn’t heard Liz step up behind her and had no idea she was so close. Breath after steady breath coasted over her neck and shoulder as she stood motionless at the railing. She longed to lean into her mistress, to feel the texture of leather against her skin and melt into the protection of strong arms around her, but something told her to remain as she was.

Liz’s specialty was the tease. She manipulated anticipation better than anyone Jade had ever known. No matter how well Jade’s logical mind knew that, she was never able to conquer her desperate need to know, feel, experience things NOW! Patience was not one of her strong suits.

Her entire body tensed momentarily when she felt the neckline of her dress tighten, followed by the sound of tiny zipper teeth parting at her back. It didn’t seem possible that such a subtle sound could fill the huge glass enclosure, but even the noise of the ocean below disappeared from Jade’s ears as Liz tugged the zipper down to the small of her back. Several spots of her skin grew warm as soft fingertips settled against the base of her neck, sliding outward slowly and pushing the shoulder straps of her dress aside.

The contrast of cool fabric and warm fingers caressing her skin sent shivers through her and she held her breath when the brunette’s palms flattened against her back. She wondered if Liz could feel her heart pounding and decided it would have been impossible not to. She wasn’t entirely certain that the brunette couldn’t actually hear it, the pounding was so powerful.

Liz leaned forward until Jade could feel each breath against her spine. She couldn’t resist the intricate tattoo there and reached out with her tongue. She traced the heart in the center and received a tiny moan from the blonde. The sound, it seemed, was the beginning of the end for the brunette. With lightning quickness, she pushed the dress down Jade’s shoulders, grabbed her upper arms and spun her about before the dress even hit the floor.

A startled gasp escaped Jade but was silenced as Liz’s full lips crushed against hers in a deep, demanding kiss. Powerless beneath her mistress’ hunger, Jade melted into the brunette, getting lost in the kiss she’d been waiting for all day. Try as she may, without reaching for the brunette, Jade moved ever closer until her entire body, down to her thighs, was pressed against the taller woman. If it was possible, she would have climbed inside her lover and happily stayed there forever.

As it was not possible, she let out a satisfied whimper when Liz’s arms wound around her, squeezing tighter by the moment until the very act of breathing grew laborious. Jade groaned into the brunette’s mouth when the taller woman loosened her hold, causing the zippers on her jacket to scrape over her captive’s lace covered nipples. The throbbing between her legs reappeared with a vengeance and she ached for her mistress to take her, but Liz had other ideas.

She broke the kiss abruptly and released the hungry blonde, moving behind her and shedding the black leather jacket. Jade, realizing she was naked but for her bra and shoes, stood breathless and stared out at the ocean. She listened intently for any sign of what her mistress might be doing, but dared not turn around until instructed to do so. Arms at her side, thighs clamped firmly together, heart pounding and eyes wide open, she waited.

“Remove your bra, slut.”

Jade complied quickly, noting the deep, airy quality Liz’s voice had taken on since the kiss. She felt her nipples stretch and tighten as the late afternoon air kissed them for the first time. She almost jumped when Liz’s hand closed around her right wrist, bringing her hand to rest on the back of her head. Liz then followed suit with the left before raking her fingernails down the blonde’s back, over her ass and down the length of her legs.

“Have I ever put you in danger, girl?”

Jade was confused and instantly recognized the firm tone of voice as one of mild accusation and ire.

“No, my Mistress.”

“Then there is no excuse for your disobedience downstairs,” Liz stated plainly.

“No, Mistress,” Jade answered quietly.

“Do you trust me?” Liz asked as she wrapped a thick band of leather around one wrist.

“Yes, of course, Mistress,” Jade replied, adoring the weight and tightness of the bonds around her wrists.

Liz reached around her and opened the large glass door, flooding the light chamber with the scent of salty air and the incessant crash of waves below. She pushed Jade into the doorway, taking one wrist and clipping the D-ring it to an I-bolt in the frame. The little blonde’s eyes went wide as several puzzle pieces fell into place. Liz had been here. She knew the lighthouse was unoccupied. She had fixed the bolts where she wanted them and stored her equipment there for tonight.

Both hands firmly clipped in place at forty-five degree angles above her head, Jade located the sun as it lazily dipped in the sky. Inches from the ocean, glowing orange and gold, she would have been transfixed by it under any other circumstances. As it was, she hung her head in shame. She’d been tested and failed. The day’s events were quickly catching up to her and she felt her grip on things slipping. All the surprises, the constant arousal, the lingering anticipation and the knowledge that she hadn’t trusted Liz were hammering at her in the worst way.

“Stand up straight, girl,” Liz commanded. She nudged the blonde’s feet to the side until they were shoulder width apart and stepped away. A loud smack broke the silence between the women and Jade bit her lip hard to keep from crying out as a rush of tingles and warmth rushed into her ass. The suddenness of the slap had caught her unaware and she felt as if the world had spun off its axis.

“You’re anticipating me, slut. You know better,” Liz said very close to her ear before delivering another sharp slap to the blonde’s rounded ass. The blonde’s body jerked in surprise and Liz knew Jade was on the verge of breaking down. Knew the focus was not there and that the little woman was punishing herself far worse than she ever could. It was a testament to how badly the little woman needed to let go, to be taken, to be completely controlled.

Liz flattened her hand against the pink handprint on Jade’s ass, feeling the growing warmth, but more so, letting the blonde feel her. “I’m here,” her hand seemed to say, as it slid over her girl’s bare hip. “Feel me,” it demanded as it closed around a jutting nipple, pinching firmly. “Remember me,” it coaxed, sliding up the little woman’s chest and curling around her neck possessively.

A visible change occurred in Jade the instant warm fingers wrapped around her neck. Any and all self-admonishments or nerves gave way to the deep sense of belonging she felt when her mistress held her this way. Unspoken possession flowed from those fingers and soothed her mind, taking her to the place inside that she felt most herself. A place of peace and calm, devoid of paradigms or precedents and so special in its rarity that she latched onto every passing second and clung to it with all her might.

So relaxed was she, that the unexpected breath against her bare shoulder produced no outward reaction from her. Breath after breath of gentle air coasted over the surface of her skin, producing goose bumps along her chest, back and arms. Her anticipation gone, Jade floated on the joy of knowing that she was little more than a vessel for her mistress’ pleasure. The logic and reflex centers in her brain went dormant when she felt the cool kiss of leather slide along the sides of her neck, cinching tighter as the clasp was fastened and locked in back.

“It’s been too long, little one. Too long since I placed this collar on you and exercised my desire at the mercy of your voluptuous body,” Liz said, her voice taking on a sinister edge and thrilling the woman before her to no end.

As was her habit, Jade tugged at her bonds, testing them for strength and range of motion. Liz watched the little ritual and while she didn’t fully understand it, she knew it was a good sign. Over almost as quickly as it began, Jade breathed deeply and finally stood still. Liz moved in behind the smaller woman, letting her forehead rest against the base of Jade’s neck

“Tell me,” she said against Jade’s spine as her hands slid around the blonde’s sides and covered her breasts, kneading them roughly.

“Your slut is sorry, Mistress. I won’t doubt you again.”

“See that you don’t.”

Liz stepped into the blonde, hugging tightly with her arms and grinding her hips into Jade’s lush backside. Her hands went to work, kneading the small breasts beneath them until determined nipples grew firm and pressed into her palms. She had never known a more responsive lover and thrilled at the way Jade’s body reacted beneath her touch. Hungry for more, she slid her hand down the blonde’s belly, over her clean shaven mound and pressed the length of her finger into Jade’s slit.

Pleasantly surprised by the slick texture she found, Liz inhaled sharply, again grinding her hips into Jade’s ass. The little blonde shivered hard as Liz’s fingers manipulated her clit, pleasing her with firm circular strokes one moment and then shifting to feather-light caresses the next. A throaty moan filled the lighthouse as two fingers filled her pussy, causing her to thrust her hips forward in search of more pressure.

Liz growled into Jade’s back and pushed away from her as though the bound woman was suddenly too hot to touch. She turned her back, clutched the railing and re-centered her focus. Her stance was rigid and her breathing was slightly off as a bead of sweat rolled ominously down her neck. She pinched her eyes closed for a moment before standing up straight, roughly pulling her fitted, white t-shirt over her head and dropping it at her feet.

Turning back to Jade, she studied the lines of the woman’s back. Classic lines along her slut’s neck and shoulders, called to her lips. Smooth, creamy skin interrupted by various tattoos sent strong electric currents to her nipples. Intensely strong thighs and calves, reminded her of the many times they’d been locked around her waist as she fucked her girl. Liz let her gaze wander back up the blonde’s body admiringly. On the verge of commenting on Jade’s beauty, Liz’s moment was interrupted when her own hand entered her field of vision, reaching of its own accord to touch the beauty before her.

Damnable weakness, she thought to herself, as her inability to resist the blonde crested yet again. Reaching quickly for her belt, she unfastened the silver buckle and yanked the long leather strap from her waist. With lightning speed, she folded the belt in half and sent a powerful slap to the blonde’s ass with it. Jade moaned softly, her head falling forward as her body relaxed. Liz ducked under Jade’s arm and stepped onto the balcony of the lighthouse.

She flung the belt into the ocean and turned on the panting woman with a look of raw need in her eyes. She reached forward, grabbing a fistful of blonde hair, and jerked the blonde’s head up until their eyes met. Time seemed to stand still as they stood, face to face. Eye to eye. A captive and her tormentor. Two beings reduced to their most basic animal nature. A strong breeze blew in off the water, pushing Liz’s curly brown hair forward until it hung wildly over her face.

Jade licked her lips as she looked into her mistress’ eyes, saying just as much with the simple gesture as Liz had with her belt only moments before. A deep and unspoken understanding passed between them, inciting Liz to bare her teeth and dive at Jade’s neck. She thrilled at the feel of yielding flesh as she bit her girl. Jade moaned loudly and pulled at her bonds, desperate to meet the hunger in her mistress bite for bite.

Liz reached up and pinched Jade’s nipples harshly, biting her again and snarling against her flesh when the blonde lunged at her, teeth bared. Moving away quickly, the brunette ducked past her girl and reached into her bag again.

“Where did my hesitant girl go?” Liz called over her shoulder sarcastically.

“Use me,” Jade responded harshly, eliciting a wicked laugh from her mistress.

“I hardly think you’re in any position to be making demands, girl. Now shut up and close your eyes.”

Jade moved to look over her shoulder in the direction of Liz’s voice.

“Now!” Liz commanded sharply, her voice reverberating through the glass chamber and cutting through the haze of lust to reach the saucy blonde.

Jade complied with the order, turning back to the ocean and taking in the last vestiges of sunset before lowering her head and closing her eyes. Liz reached out and dragged her nails over the blonde’s back. Again Jade moaned and leaned into the sensation, begging for more. Liz reared back with the long horsehair flogger and landed the first blow over her girl’s right shoulder. Jade’s hips rolled forward as the tips of the flogger snapped over her shoulder, striking her chest and nipple to send an intense heat straight to her core.

“That’s my girl,” Liz said, narrowing her eyes and drawing back again to repeat the action over her opposite shoulder.

Jade’s body shivered in delight as her mistress went to work with their favorite toy. The sounds of Liz’s soft grunting, horsehair swishing through the air and the distinct sound of hundreds of tiny tassels striking her skin was music to the bound woman’s ears. Every strike, strategically placed and methodically delivered, was answered with a moan or a gasp as Jade soared ever higher in her quest for ultimate release.

Hunger consumed the brunette as her arm recoiled time and time again, each lash conveying the depth of her desire, her need. Not just any need, but need for this woman alone. No other had ever evoked such passion, desire and lust in her. A powerful, controlling emotion that could only hope to be filled by her girl’s complete surrender. Jade absorbed every ounce of pain, understanding what drove her mistress.

It was that very need that twisted pain into pleasure for Jade, bringing a string of lusty moans from her boldly painted lips. A whirlwind of emotion, sensation and passion merged to bring them both a sense of freedom and empowerment, attainable only when their darker sides were unleashed.

The sharp sting of each blow translated almost instantly to a warm rolling pleasure for Jade. Each powerful smack of horsehair became an erotic caress. Jade’s hips rocked in rhythm to the thrashing and her skin was soon covered in a light sheen of sweat as Liz panted behind her. Pausing to remove her black bra, Liz watched as a powerful shudder rocked the smaller woman’s frame.

“A little too warm in here for the shivers, slut,” she said sternly.

“Please,” Jade breathed.

Landing a sharp blow to the blonde’s thigh, Liz’s eyes narrowed.

“That doesn’t tell me anything, girl. Say what you mean and mean what you say!”

“Please, Mistress. I need you.”

“What is it you need, slut?”

“You!” Jade cried in desperation. “I need you. Need to feel you. Use me, my Mistress. I’m yours.”

Liz unleashed a hail of blows to the blonde’s back, ass and legs until Jade’s knees went weak and she could barely stand.

“Please, God, Please let me cum,” she screamed.

“Cum for me girl,” Liz growled, striking her again and watching in awe as Jade’s body went rigid, every muscle straining as her climax gripped her.

Liz stood, transfixed by the sight before her as the little blonde convulsed and writhed once more before her knees buckled entirely. Stepping forward in an instant, Liz wrapped her arms around Jade’s torso and held her to remove the strain on her wrists. With a final shudder, Jade’s body went slack, her head falling back to rest on Liz’s shoulder. Breathing heavily, they stood basking in the aftermath of a session more powerful than the great Atlantic Ocean beneath them. Each woman lost in their own silent reverie of the whirlwind of emotions just experienced.

“Thank you,” Jade rasped against Liz’s cheek, to which the taller woman responded with a deep kiss.

Infused by the closeness of her mistress, Jade gained her feet and turned into Liz as much as her bonds would allow. Liz broke the kiss and ducked beneath the blonde’s arm to stand before her on the balcony. Naked from the waist up, Liz slid her hands over her damp skin as Jade looked on. Paying special attention to her pierced nipples, she touched and teased herself until the smaller woman began straining against her bonds in an attempt to get to her.

“What’s the matter, slut?”

Jade pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at the taunt. Liz continued, sliding her hands down her abdomen and unbuttoning her jeans. Her eyes never left Jade’s face as she lowered her zipper and reached inside to massage her pussy. A telling moan escaped her lips as she pressed the damp material of her panties into her slit.

“Mistress,” Jade growled softly.

Liz either didn’t hear her or was blatantly ignoring her and leaned against the railing behind her. One hand toyed with the curved stud in her nipple while the other continued its languid massage on her pussy. Jade was torn between a voyeuristic dream come true and her raging desire to please the softly moaning brunette. She still struggled for freedom, albeit weakly, but seemed resigned to watch for the moment. The uniqueness of bearing witness to such a private moment always captured her focus.

Liz’s need for release was nearly palpable and Jade looked on as the brunette’s head fell back. The hand at her breast now clung to the railing as the intensity of the massage increased. Jade’s thighs were pressed tightly together in a vain attempt to provide any sort of pressure to her aching pussy as she watched her mistress’ hand slide beneath the black lace panties.

“Please!” she cried, finally gaining Liz’s attention.

“Was there something you needed, girl?” Liz asked, pushing away from the railing and closing the distance between them.

“Please let me taste you, my Mistress.”

Liz traced a slick finger over Jade’s lips and felt goose bumps race up her arm when the greedy blonde sucked it into her mouth. Abruptly pulling it from Jade’s hot mouth, she unclipped the cuffs from their respective bolts and pointed to the ground at her feet. Jade fell to her knees and looked up at Liz expectantly. Turning her back on the smaller woman, Liz dug her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and jeans and pushed them all the way to her ankles. Bent at the waist, her pussy glistened mere inches from Jade’s face, bringing a soft whimper from the blonde. Liz casually stepped out of the jeans and leaned forward, catching the railing as she fell.

“I’m waiting.”

Jade’s lips were on her pussy immediately. Liz moaned and pushed back, grinding her pussy against the blonde’s face. Jade’s tongue was everywhere, diving inside, sweeping the length of her slit, manipulating her clit, pushing her ever closer to the point of no return.

“God, Yes! Fuck me!” Liz cried.

Her knuckles went white around the railing and her legs shook uncontrollably. Jade moved to lie down on the balcony and reached up, wrapping her arms around Liz’s thighs. She pulled the brunette to her knees and once again buried her face in her mistress’ pussy. Liz released the rail and ploughed her fingers into Jade’s short blonde hair, forcibly pulling her closer. Her body stiffened and a long low moan rumbled in her throat as Jade’s tongue pressed deep inside her.

Jade moaned and grunted into Liz as the taller woman rode her face with wild abandon. She looked up the brunette’s body, drinking in the sight of her woman’s face. Lost in her own maelstrom of pleasure, Liz chewed her bottom lip, biting down hard when Jade’s fingernails sank into her thighs. Her grip on the blonde’s hair tightened ten-fold, wringing a sudden cry from her slut’s lips. Neither woman faltered, so hungry were they for absolute ownership of one another’s pleasure.

“There’s my little Tigress,” Liz grunted, giving one final twist with her wrists before releasing Jade’s hair. “Well don’t tease me, you little slut! If you’re gonna scratch and bite, do it right!”

Jade dug her nails into Liz, dragging them down her back and over her ass. Liz stiffened and moaned her pleasure so loud Jade almost took it for a scream of pain. The brunette rode down even harder now, her pussy covering the blonde’s nose and mouth until she had to fight for breath intermittently. Jade wouldn’t have had it any other way and scratched Liz again and again, harder each time.

Liz panted wildly. Short, quick breaths Jade had come to recognize as the only outward sign of her lover’s pending release. Digging in once again, Jade clawed at Liz’s back as her tongue ravaged the writhing woman’s clit. The low growl emitted from above was the only warning she got before Liz’s world exploded. Jade’s arms wound tightly around her mistress’ thighs in a desperate attempt to remain connected as Liz’s hips bucked, grinding her pussy against her girl’s face.

Jade watched in amazement. Untamed curls whipped back with the force of Liz arching backwards as pure bliss coursed through her. Jade admired the way Liz’s skin glistened in the moonlight as her breasts rose and fell with every heaving breath. She couldn’t see the taller woman’s face, but she was quite satisfied with the lines of her neck, jaw and chin. She carefully collected each image in a mental collage to remember for eternity and brought her woman back to earth with one gentle swipe of her tongue.

A full body jerk gripped Liz and she rolled her weight forward, catching herself with her hands on either side of Jade’s head. Her legs shook badly, but it didn’t stop her from moving to lie atop her wicked girl. Looking intently into the little blonde’s eyes, she was acutely aware of her own soul staring back at her.

“Incredible,” was all she said and Jade’s arms flew around her neck, followed by a languid, loving kiss.

Liz broke the kiss and reached behind Jade to unfasten the leather collar at her neck.

“No!”

“Watch it, girl!” Liz warned.

“Please?”

“Patience, little one,” Liz instructed and continued.

Jade frowned heavily but dared not protest again. Liz got up and pulled her jeans and shirt back on. She helped Jade up and back into her dress. The evening chill was arriving quickly and she draped her jacket around Jade’s shoulders. Jade looked confused but said nothing. She didn’t necessarily feel cold and would have loved nothing more than to stay up there all night in Liz’s arms, but Liz seemed to have other plans and continued packing up.

“Do we have to leave right away?” Jade asked softly.

“Who said we were leaving?”

“Nobody. I just thought…”

Liz turned and smiled wide, “I know what you thought. Come with me.”

She took Jade’s hand and led her onto the balcony again. They spent a moment scanning the water and the starry night sky before Liz took Jade’s face in her hands and stared deeply into her eyes.

“Wait right here.”

“Okay.”

Liz returned with a flat black box and placed her hand on the lid before speaking.

“Why did you ask me to leave your collar on earlier?”

Jade’s confusion was evident in her eyes, but she gathered herself and answered truthfully.

“Because I always feel so lonely, so lost without it.”

“What does that collar mean to you, Jade?”

“It means I belong to you, of course, but there’s so much more, Mistress.”

“I can’t tell you how pleased I am to hear you say that, little one.”

Jade smiled wide, warm and tingly all over with Liz’s praise.

“There simply aren’t words for the way I feel about you.”

“It’s okay. I think…” Jade began, but was cut off.

“Shhh… Let me finish. I could never express with words what I intend to express with these,” Liz finished and lifted the lid to the box.

Jade’s eyes opened wide, her hand flying to her mouth as she gasped in surprise. Liz watched her girl’s eyes as she looked in the box, up at her, and back again several times. Knowing her as she did, Liz could almost hear the cacophony of questions shouting in Jade’s mind as she tried to understand what was happening.

“Jade,” she finally said, drawing the blonde’s attention away from the box.

“Yes, mistress?”

“The first time I touched my tongue to your lips, I knew my life had changed forever. The first time you pleaded for release, I knew I’d never seek the intimacy of another. The first time you addressed me as Mistress, I experienced a greater level of purpose and belonging than ever before. The gift of your submission has taken me places that I could not reach alone,” Liz said solemnly and pointed to the items in the box. “These are the symbols of my commitment to you. This collar is my pledge to protect, love and cherish you above all. Your acceptance is your surrender to me as the dominant force in your life as well as your promise of loyalty and devotion everlasting.”

Jade nodded her understanding and Liz continued, pointing inside the circle of the collar to a silver ring that gleamed brightly against the black felt.

“We have created countless memories and traversed many obstacles together. Where one of us has faltered, the other has been strong and maintained the stability of our life together. The gift of your love has filled every empty place in my heart. You are the love of my life and the other half of my soul. As long as I live, I want you beside me, giving me the opportunity to make you as absurdly happy as you’ve made me,” Liz finished and looked up from the box to see tear-filled eyes staring back at her.

The crashing of the waves below mirrored the power Liz’s words had on the little blonde. Liz reached forward and stroked Jade’s face, letting her words sink in. Her soft touch confirmed the words she’d spoken and as she waited patiently for some sign that she should continue. Askance would happen only once and she wanted Jade to understand that her acceptance or denial would be forever.

Jade nuzzled into Liz’s hand and turned to kiss the center of her palm gently. Electric currents raced up Liz’s arm, jump-starting her heart as she realized the moment of truth was upon them.

“Give yourself to me, Jade. Say you’ll marry me.”

Locking eyes with the taller woman, Jade moved Liz’s hand from her face and placed it over her heart. A tiny tear slid down Jade’s cheek, followed by the most radiant smile Liz had ever seen.

“I gave my heart to you long ago, and I can’t wait to marry you.”

Liz lunged forward and wrapped her arms around the little blonde tightly, crushing the box closed and trapping it between their bodies. Jade giggled into her lover’s chest as Liz squeezed her ever tighter.

“I love you,” Jade whispered against her neck and Liz released her to retrieve the white gold engagement ring from the box. Her hands shook slightly as she placed it on Jade’s finger before lifting the blonde’s hand to her lips and kissing the ring on her finger.

Jade expelled a heavy sigh, shivering as Liz straightened and grew serious. Unable to maintain the brunette’s steady gaze, Jade glanced toward the horizon and let the blue and purple sky soothe her and calm her racing heart. Liz studied her profile for a moment and reached for her chin, bringing her face around until their eyes met once again.

“Honor me with your submission, Jade. Accept this collar as my promise to love, protect and guide you as you surrender your mind, body and soul to me for the rest of our days.”

Jade lowered her eyes to the sterling silver collar Liz held and listened carefully to her mistress’ pledge. She could scarcely believe it was happening. She’d dreamed so long of finding the one she could trust with her very soul. Standing before her now was the woman she’d been waiting for, the only person in the world who knew her completely and accepted all of her without exception. Slowly raising her eyes to Liz’s one last time, Jade saw the hope and promise there. In those moss green pools, she saw love and understanding identical to her own for Liz. That moment, on the balcony of an abandoned lighthouse overlooking the mighty Atlantic Ocean, Jade experienced the moment of absolute clarity she’d been waiting for.

She closed her eyes and slowly bowed her head, breathing deeply as she knelt before her mistress. The darkness that engulfed her as she waited was finally without fear or worry. There was no sadness or regret from the past nagging at her heart. The cool breeze tousling her hair was a loving caress, without annoyance or threat. She didn’t know how long she waited, for time was an earthly convention that did not exist in this moment of complete surrender.

The touch of cold steel against her warm flesh was as acute as a branding iron and no less permanent on her memory. When it was secured, soft hands wound around her neck, covering the sterling silver tubing. There was no obnoxious lock, no visible seam in the elegant choker. The continuity embodied the all encompassing nature of their bond, as well as their mutual commitment to a love without beginning or end. A love that had always been and would forever be.

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