Ginger Ch. 03

As soon as the cab pulled away from the curb, Karen turned towards Yvonne and started making out with her just like she had in the loo at the restaurant. Yvonne knew that the cab driver could see what they were doing in the rear view mirror, and rather suspected Karen of doing what she was doing in order to put on a show for him, but at the same time she was quite aroused at her burgeoning relationship with Karen being displayed in so public a manner.

The cab ride lasted about 20 minutes and deposited them in front of a luxurious looking block of flats. Looking somewhat disheveled, the two women made their way past the doorman, to whom Karen offered a perfunctory greeting, and into the lobby, which rose up the entire height of the building, atrium style. As they waited for the lift to arrive, Yvonne wondered briefly how many women the doorman had seen Karen escort into the building on other nights.

The lift itself was made of glass, looking down on the lobby below, and Karen punched the button for the 24th floor. Once they’d ascended past the 2nd floor Karen turned towards Yvonne once again, and Yvonne assumed they were about to resume making out. To her surprise, Karen instead reached behind her with her left hand and undid the zip to her dress by a couple of inches. With her right hand she reached for the front of Yvonne’s dress, grasping the neckline between her breasts and yanking the dress down just enough to fully expose her bra, followed by pushing the bra down just enough to free Yvonne’s tits from the cups and expose them. Karen reached into her trouser pocket to retrieve the panties she’d tucked in there earlier, and stuffed them in Yvonne’s mouth. The whole thing, from expecting to be kissed to winding up on her knees in the lift with her tits hanging out and her panties in her mouth, had happened so suddenly that Yvonne barely had time to comprehend what had just taken place.

“You are about to enter my home,” Karen said. “Those who come here as you do, do so not just to have sex with me, but also to submit to me. In this place you will address me as ‘Mistress’, and you will follow whatever instructions I give you without fail. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress,” Yvonne replied, lowering her eyes and finding her arousal growing at Karen’s abrupt switch into Domination.

“Tell me your safe-word,” Karen continued.

“Tottenham Spurs.”

Karen chuckled a bit at that, and continued. “Very well, when we reach my floor I’ll lead the way, and you shall follow along behind me on your knees. As this is your first time here I won’t blindfold you at all, but on some future visits you may spend most of the time with your eyes covered. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

The rest of the ride couldn’t have taken more than a few minutes, though it seemed like forever to Yvonne. She knew that no one down in the lobby below could realistically see them, but the position she was in made her feel so slutty that her cunt was positively dripping. Finally the bell chimed and the door opened, and Karen exited the lift and proceeded down the hallway three doors to the left, with Yvonne following along behind on her knees.

Karen opened the door and flipped on the light switch, and Yvonne followed her into the flat, looking around and taking everything in. The furnishing was simple but tasteful and luxurious, and there were small indications of Karen’s kinky lifestyle here and there that Yvonne was surprised to see displayed so openly. The coffee table, for example, seemed to be a thick sheet of glass laid on top of a wire cage-like structure, and on the wall to the left was a St Andrew’s cross, something Yvonne had only seen in pictures previously. Karen pointed her towards the toilet, and indicated that she should take care of whatever ablutions she needed to in there, and to return to the front room wearing only her stockings, high heels and suspenders.

When she did so she found Karen had set out an ice bucket on an end table, and was placing some items in it that Yvonne couldn’t quite make out. Also on the end table was something that looked like a rather large teacup, only with a closed bowl-shaped top and a spout in place of a handle. From another room she heard a low whistle, and Karen left to fetch it, returning a few moments later bearing an electric kettle. She picked up the odd teacup with one hand and tipped it up, pouring boiling water into the spout just to a level where the cup could be set down right side up again without any water spilling. She set it down on the end table again and squirted some oil from a plastic bottle into the dome shaped top, where the water from the section below would warm it. A pleasant and distinctive scent filled the room.

“Ginger,” Karen said. “Whenever I take a new sub I like to establish a theme that’s unique to them. Ginger will be yours. I’ll be including it as an element in much of the play we do, and I have no doubt you’ll very soon find that the slightest whiff of it will be enough to make you very, very aroused.”

Karen led Yvonne over to the St Andrew’s cross and helped her to her feet, binding her wrists and ankles to the corners with short lengths of rope. She then poured a small amount of oil from the warmer into the palm of her hand, anointing Yvonne with it, starting with her neck and shoulders and continuing down her back and her buttocks before moving to her arms, chest, abdomen, and the soft folds of her sex. Karen was humming a soft tune as she did so, and Yvonne savored the first touch of Karen’s hand on every part of her body. She found the combination of the warm oil and the scent quite relaxing, and started to drift off into almost a doze when she was brought back to full alertness by the sudden sting of a flogger on her shoulder blades. She had no idea how long the flogging lasted, but the cadence was regular and Karen moved around her shoulder, her buttocks and the back of her thighs. Just as she was starting to adjust to the sting, and to expect and even crave the landing of the next blow, it stopped.

Karen left her alone for a short while, and Yvonne began to drift back into a somnolent state. This time she was brought back to awareness by the simultaneous touch of Karen’s left hand on her hip and an electric wand style vibrator on her pussy, bringing her from near sleep to being on the verge of an orgasm in a matter of minutes.

“You like that? You want to cum?” Karen whispered in her ear.

“Yes please, Mistress,” Yvonne whimpered.

“In this place orgasms require permission, at the risk of punishment.”

“Please Mistress, may I cum?”

“Do it! Cum for me now!”

Yvonne succumbed to the sensations on her clit, allowing her orgasm to course through her body. To her surprise, Karen didn’t withdraw the vibrator as her orgasm started to subside, but rather held it in place, forcing another orgasm out of her, followed by another, and another. After the first two or three the orgasms ceased being pleasurable and became more painful instead, until Yvonne would have agreed to practically anything if she could just stop cumming. All in all Karen held the vibrator in place for about the same length of time as the flogging had lasted and then finally, blessedly switched it off and withdrew it.

“Your first lesson tonight was that you must strictly follow my instructions, or suffer the consequences. This was your second lesson: you experience pain when and because I want you to, and you experience pleasure when and because I want you to. If either or both of those happen to be enjoyable to you, that’s a small matter, of little import compared to my desire that you experience them. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

Karen withdrew, and although she didn’t dare turn her head to look directly, Yvonne observed her moving about the room, taking the glass plate off the top of the cage-like structure and standing it up behind the settee. She left the room, only to return a few minutes later having divested herself of her clothes. Karen untied Yvonne from the cross and led her to the cage, indicating that she should lie down atop it, on her back with her legs together and her arms hanging down on each side. Karen bound her to the cage in this position, and as she did so Yvonne got her first really good look at Karen’s body, the full tits that she found so appealing, the length and long line of her limbs, the flatness of her tummy, and the neatly trimmed blonde down that covered her sex.

Karen fetched something from the ice bucket then knelt down on either side of Yvonne’s head, one leg on each side of the cage, and attached a pair of very cold clamps to Yvonne’s nipples. Yvonne gasped aloud at the sudden pain in her tits, and a shudder ran through her entire body as she adjusted to the sensations. She looked up lustfully at Karen’s pussy, which was frustratingly just out of reach of her tongue, longing for her first taste.

“If you want it, ask for it,” Karen instructed.

“Please Mistress, may I lick your cunt?”

“Good girl,” Karen said approvingly, before lowering herself onto Yvonne’s face, the sub’s yearning tongue reaching out hungrily, needing on a primal level to taste her Mistress, to attempt to please her. Karen allowed her to do so for a few minutes before standing up abruptly. “Not bad,” she said, “although of course you’ll get better with practice. But for the moment I have a better idea.” She left the room again and returned a few moments later with a double-ended penis gag and instructed Yvonne to open her mouth. Karen inserted the smaller end of the gag into it and fastened the strap in place around her head. As Yvonne struggled to adjust to the rubbery taste in her mouth, gagging just a little, Karen applied lube to the larger end and resumed her previous position, lowering herself onto it. She was quite literally using Yvonne as a sex object, fucking herself with an artificial phallus that was protruding from Yvonne’s face. Karen reached for the wand vibe and applied it to her own clit this time, bringing herself to orgasm after orgasm, squirting all over Yvonne’s face in the process.