A lesbian couple celebrates their anniversary

I didn’t have to look at her face to see she was furious.She slammed the door on the way in and she stalkedblindly past me, even as I reached out to greet her. Igrimaced inwardly, for tonight was a special night.
The bra, panties, garter belt and thigh-high stockingswere all pure white and completely transparent for herpleasure. She said it went well with my tan. My blondehair was tied back because she liked to see my neck. Theseams on my stockings were perfectly straight and my highheels were brand new, as she didn’t like slovenliness.
“How was work?” I asked in a small voice, walking quicklybehind her. She wore all black, as usual. A tiny leatherskirt, see-through shirt, no bra, panties so small theyalmost weren’t there, and only high heels and a garterbelt, along with her own pair of thigh-highs. Her longmane of blue-black hair was down and in a sexy kind ofdisarray. That was her bartender’s uniform for the club.I hated watching her walk out the door every night,thinking that so many other women would be looking at herlike this.
“Fine,” she snapped in answer to my question. Her pacedidn’t even slow as she passed the long-stemmed roses setout on the kitchen table.
“Happy anniversary, Enolah,” I said in the same weakvoice. She hadn’t forgotten, had she?

“Anniversary?” She asked, finally turning around to lookat me.
“One month today,” I said, pasting a smile on my face tohide the hurt. It meant so much to me. She merely kickedoff her shoes and walked into the bathroom, slamming thatdoor as well. “I love you,” I called out.
“Love you, too,” she responded noncommittally.
As soon as I heard the shower running I began to cry. Itried to reason with myself. Of course she was busy. Sheworked late into the night, providing for us both. Shewas the strong one, the one with all theresponsibilities. I only had to stay at home and keepmyself beautiful. It wasn’t such a terrible thing thatshe forgot. But it didn’t stop the sobs that wanted totear out of me.
“Kristen,” she said suddenly, in a low and menacingvoice. Enolah almost never yelled. She didn’t have to. Igot up and looked at myself in the mirror, upset all overagain. My eye make up was smeared and there were telltalered streaks on my cheeks. I grabbed a tissue and tried torepair the worst of the mess. “Kristen, get in here,” shesaid in the same voice.
I dropped the tissue and went into the bathroom. “Yes?” Isaid, trying to smile.

“Look at this!” She snapped. She pushed aside thecurtain, allowing me a breathtaking look at her body, andpointed into the corner.
“I’m sorry.” I said, even though I didn’t see what shewas talking about. My eyes were having trouble leavingher pussy and that small, dark triangle. If I looked hardenough I could see a slight coral-red from her lips.
In one fluid movement she’d grabbed my upper arm and waspulling me into the slick shower. Her blood-redfingernail pointed at a small white spot on the tile.Freezing cold water pelted down on me, soaking mybeautiful lingerie. I began to cry again as I realizedwhat it was. Soft Scrub, dried to a powder and stuck on.
“I’m so sorry, mistress,” I sobbed. “It will never happenagain.” I took a washcloth, meaning to rub it off, butshe slapped me and let go of my arm at the same time. Islid quickly to my knees, my hands on the shower floor ather feet.
“You want to get bleach on my washcloths?” She saidincredulously. “You lazy little slut.” She swept down andslapped me on the back of the head. I cried harder butwetness surged between my legs as it always did when Iwas near her. “I’m sorry, mistress,” I repeated.
Her small, perfect feet were mere inches away from myface. I could smell the sweat and the liquor of the baron her body, even a bit of her own juices. I raised myface and tentatively licked her knees. It was as high asI could reach from my position. She slapped me again – nomore than I’d expected.
“I love you,” I moaned, wanting nothing more than to makeher happy.
“You’re a lazy little cunt,” she bit out and raised afoot. I cringed back, expecting her to kick me. She neverhad before, but I knew she sometimes forgot herself whenshe was angry. Instead of a kick, I merely felt theweight of her foot on my shoulder, pushing me back into akneeling position. The cold water spat over her shouldersand head and into my face, but I don’t think I evenblinked. My nipples were so hard they ached and my facewas on fire. Her black eyes blazed into me.
“Mistress,” I pleaded, reaching a hand up to her perfectthigh. She let me touch for a moment, putting her hand ontop of mine and guiding it. She smiled down at me, asmile that meant she was about to bite.
“You like being my slut, don’t you?”
I nodded mutely, trying to guide our hands to her pussy.“You’ll do whatever I tell you to, won’t you?”
Again I nodded, my fingers coming so close…
“Then get the fuck out of my shower.” With that shegrabbed my arm and pushed me out. I stumbled to the floorand watched her close the curtain again. Tears stood outin my eyes. I looked down at my ruined stockings. My hairwas wet and plastered to my face. I felt like the slutshe said I was.
“Please don’t do this to me,” I begged.
She made no response so I stood, sobbing in earnest, andmade to leave the bathroom.
“Kristen,” she called out, peeking behind the curtainwith shampoo in her hair. “Don’t you dare get the carpetwet. And wipe up that puddle you made.”
I nodded dumbly and wiped it up. Instead of leaving, Iput the seat down on the toilet and waited for her.Perhaps she would let me brush her hair or powder herbody. Anything just to touch her a little.
Enolah stepped out of the shower and stared at me. Herpiercing eyes were enough to make me start crying again.“Look at you,” she sneered. “Mascara all down your face,wet hair snarled and unkempt, the pretty clothes that Ibought you ruined. It’s obvious you have no gratitude inyou. Look at all that I’ve done for you. This is how yourepay me.”
I fell to my knees again, clasping my hands in front ofme with my face on the cold floor. No words I could thinkof could undo hers. It was all true, but I never intendedit. I started at her feet out of the corner of my eye.She never moved, just stood there dripping on the floor.The sounds of my tears echoed off the walls. I was soashamed.
Finally, she sighed. “Get up and go to bed. You can sleepon the floor tonight and we’ll discuss your behavior inthe morning.”
I didn’t have the strength to obey her. My whole bodyrebelled against leaving her. “It’s our anniversary,” Iwhispered pathetically.
“So it is.”
“Please,” I said, anguish in my voice. “Let me love youtonight. I promise I can do better. I can be a goodgirl.”
“Prove it,” was all she said, but my heart leapt. Withmore enthusiasm and desire than I’ve ever felt in mywhole life, I sat up on my knees and buried my face inher pussy. There were still cold droplets of waterclinging there and I licked them up. “I love you,” Imurmured over and over as I tried to delve my tonguedeeper into her. But she wasn’t moving. I knew before Ieven felt her stinging slap that I’d done wrong again.
“That’s all you ever think about. Just getting between mylegs.” She grabbed a towel off the rack and wrapped itaround her body, denying me the sight of her nakedness.
“Enolah,” I cried, grasping at the hem. “Don’t leave me.”
“Why? Because it’s our anniversary? Because you want toget fucked?”
I winced at her crudity. That wasn’t it at all. I livedfor her, not for me. “Please let me be good. Just onemore chance.”
Her hand shot out and grasped my throat lightly, but Icould feel the potential pressure of it. I didn’t resist.I had complete faith that she loved me and would nevertruly hurt me. Her discipline was for my own good. “Justone more chance?” She hissed, her long fingers tighteningbit by bit.
“That’s all you ever get. One chance after another.You’re not worth the money it takes to feed you.” Shesqueezed down once, hard, then released me. “Stand up.”
Shakily, I stood. Horrible thoughts of her throwing meout of her house in just my wet clothes were in the frontof my mind. I couldn’t have been more stunned when shetook my towel and began drying me off. Her moods swingsnever failed to startle me.
“My little sweetheart,” she crooned softly. “You’re justa dumb animal. I know you don’t know any better.”
I closed my eyes and felt her gentle hands on my body.I’d forgotten that I was having trouble breathing. I felther reach around me and take off my bra. My nippleshardened again at the cool air coming across them. Hertongue was hot when she licked them. The towel moved downmy stomach and between my legs, which caused a tremor topass through me. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”
I could only moaned in answer. I felt the towel run downeach my legs and then felt her gently removing mypanties.
“Open your eyes, Kristen.” She wore a smile of distinctpleasure and more heat surged through me. “Now you lookto be the slut that you are.”
I only wore my stockings, garter belt and heels now. Iwas acutely embarrassed and so very wet because of it.She took my hand and led me into the bedroom. My firstduty was combing her long hair. I loved doing this,running my fingers through it in such an intimate way.
She sat in front of a mirror and watched my every move.Occasionally one hand would reach back and caress my ass.I was so cold, with the air conditioning blowing on mymoist body, but her touch was fire. She discarded thetowel and I stared at her breasts while working on herhair.
At long last she turned around to me, at which point Isank to my knees immediately. She handed me a bottle oflotion and put one foot out, toes pointed. I grasped theheel and placed her foot between my breasts, bending myhead to lick her toes as I squeezed some lotion out ofthe bottle.
I sucked her toes while I massaged and moisturized herleg, occasionally rubbing her foot as well. After workingin high heels for seven hours, her feet were alwaystired. I delighted in bringing them back to life, lovedhearing her moan when I hit the right spot or eased outan ache. I treated the other leg with the same care,thrilled to hear her little murmurs of pleasure.
When both were done I was given a slight nod to indulgein my favorite pleasure. I lay down on my back and placedher left foot between my breasts and her right on myface. I scraped my teeth across her instep and the pad ofher foot, nibbled on the heel, and licked all of it. Isucked her big toe and nibbled at her short, paintednail.
I loved worshiping her feet, tracing the delicate archeswith my tongue, teething on her hardened heels. They wereso small and perfect. I rubbed my tongue up and down thelength, kissing the tops of her foot as well. Her otherfoot pointed again and I felt her big toe tracing its waydown my belly. It stopped just below my navel and Imoaned in frustration, rubbing my cheeks on her foot andlifting my hips to her.
Her foot pressed down flat on my stomach, pushing into myflesh. I groaned and licked harder, hoping she wouldsense my desire. She answered my need immediately, andher toe was suddenly massaging my clit. She placed herfoot at an angle so that it jay just inside the slit ofmy pussy. I rubbed my hips up to her, writhing as sheloved me in this manner. The feel of her foot sliding inmy juices was enough to make me orgasm almostimmediately.
My pussy lips grasped at the side of her foot and Ibegged her with my body. Then her toenail nicked my cliton purpose. I screamed and bit down on her heel as shelaughed. “You fucking slut,” she sneered. “Lick yourwetness off me.”
Eagerly, I sought out her other foot and sucked it like ababy would a bottle. I could taste my juices on her,running my tongue up and down the side of her foot. Iwanted to devour her. Both my hands grabbed onto herankle and when she put her foot fully down on my face Ionly wanted it pressed harder. I squeezed my thighstogether, trying to receive a bit more pleasure. Myfingernails sunk into her calf. I wanted more.
“You little bitch,” she suddenly exclaimed. Then both herfeet were off me and she was prying my legs apart. Herblack hair hung in her face and I couldn’t see herexpression. Soon enough, I did. She turned to me, herface a mask of fury.
“You get no pleasure without my permission. Keep yourwhore’s legs apart from now on.” Upon saying that, shepushed her index and middle fingers directly into my cuntcruelly. I screamed but couldn’t help arching my hips tomeet her. The thrust of her fingers was punishing, meantto give no pleasure. It didn’t matter. I felt ecstasy. Iopened my eyes to see her watching me intently. Herfingers moved in and out of me slowly, digging into thesoftness of my swollen pussy.
“I only do this because I love you,” she said.
“I love you, my mistress,” I said and began to cry again.She got up off me and sat at the edge of the bed. I knewwhat she wanted and crawled to her, feeling so veryundeserving. With tears on my cheeks, I carefully spreadher alabaster thighs and kissed them passionately. Ididn’t go immediately to her lovely pussy, but teased hergently. I loved cherishing and worshiping her body. Shewas the only lover I’d ever had who would let me take mytime in it.
I felt her body ease back and knew that she was proppedup on her elbows and staring at the top of my head. Iloved nothing more than to look into her eyes as Itongued her and see her expression. Slowly, I licked herlips, savoring the taste of her juices. My hand wanted tostray to my own pussy, but I kept them both firmlyplanted on her waist. I licked the inside of her, rubbingmy tongue on the ridges of her labia, then around andaround in a tight circle. Her hips were moving on theirown accord, grinding more into my face.
I loved it and pushed my tongue in farther. Her clit wasbetween my lips before I could stop it and I sucked itwithout thinking. Her hands grabbed my head and shesmothered me in the most beautiful way possible. My facewas pressed firmly between her legs and I couldn’tbreath. I didn’t care. My hands sought her breasts justas she began to orgasm, wetness actually spurting out ofher sweet pussy. I rubbed my face in her juices and drankher.
Her thighs closed on my head like a vise and even as Istruggled she reached another orgasm, making any pain onmy part negligible. How I loved her. When her thighsfinally relaxed I licked the wetness off her thighs andgot on the bed with her. She gave me a slow smile andreached out to caress my face. My own need was making mywhole pussy quiver.
I kissed her hesitantly and she returned it withsurprising force, her tongue delving into my mouth, herteeth nibbling my lips. I climbed astride her and loweredmy hips onto hers. I settled between her thighs as wekissed, feeling my enlarged clit rubbing against hermound. I moaned into her mouth and her hand grabbed myponytail, forcing my mouth to move with hers.
“Love me,” she whispered, though no less demanding. Irubbed my pussy on hers, relishing in the feel. Mytortured clit was so swollen that it felt about to burst.I felt like I was fucking her with my own tiny cock. Icould feel my wetness running down the inside of ourthighs. When her legs wrapped around my hips I though Iwould die.
“Mistress,” I sobbed in her ear. Her free hand reachedfor my breast and she pinched my nipple, then rolled itbetween her thumb and forefinger.
“My sweet slave,” she uttered. My hips rubbed franticallyagainst hers, feeling that I was once again close tocoming on her. In one swift movement she tightened herlegs and effectively lifted my pussy from hers. “Stop,”she said softly.
I couldn’t stop the hot spark of temper at that word andmy eyes showed it before I could mask it. She rolled overon me before I could even apologize. A sound slap and ahard look made the tears begin in earnest. Her handstroked my throat and I braced myself, knowing what wascoming. She closed around my windpipe and bit down hardon my shoulder. An airless, soundless scream issued fromme and when she looked back at me there was blood on hermouth. I watched in fascination and terror as her pinktongue licked at it.
“You will always do as I say,” she seethed as her headbent again to taste my blood.
At last the pressure on my throat let up. I drew in agreat gasping breath and only nodded. She sat up then andpositioned herself above my face. Slowly, never lettinggo of my throat, she lowered her lovely ass onto my openmouth. How could I have been angry with her? My tonguecame out of its own accord and I began licking before sheeven got close enough. Licking my mistress’ ass issomething I’ve always felt very privileged doing.
When I met her it was the one thing she was shy about andI opened her up to it. It made me feel so dirty to lickher tight little asshole and to kiss and nibble hercheeks, but knowing I was the only one who’d ever done itto her was a heady feeling. I licked her and delved mytongue into her with aggression. She moaned and writhedon top of me almost immediately. Her hand alternatelygrabbed and released on my throat.
I wanted to touch myself so bad that the need was drivingme insane. Mindlessly, I ate her beautiful ass, kissingand licking and biting. She began rotating back and forthon me, my tongue coming into contact with either herpussy or her ass. I didn’t care which.
My fingers kneaded her ass cheeks as she fucked my faceonce more. My hands roamed over her narrow back. Idelighted in the sweet taste of her ass and the way sherubbed her juices all over my face. When she stopped Imerely looked up at her, dazed. Her breathing was heavyand her eyes were alight so I knew she’d not had anotherorgasm. She bent down and kissed me, then got off thebed, making me wonder what she had in mind.
“My sweet slut,” she said, turning her back on me. “Thisis for getting angry with me.”
I watched in confusion as she opened her drawer full of“toys”. Turning back around I saw that she held a whip.It had a long, woven handle and many short strips ofleather at the end. It was an instrument designedspecifically for a pussy or cock. I cried out, justseeing it. It was a sweet torture, indeed.
“Get down on your hands and knees,” she said patiently. Idid as she bid immediately, spreading my thighs wide. Thewhip came down on me just as quickly, striking the markperfectly. I howled in pure pleasure and arched my back,allowing her whip more access to my clit. I could hearthe smacking sound of my own wetness as her whip struck.
The striking became more rhythmic, moving in time with mycraving. She would speed up and bring me to anexcruciating brink, then slow to a teasing lick. I wassure I would never be satisfied again, I was so in need.
I broke, lowering my head to the floor and begging formercy. I heard her laughter, taunting me. But the littlewhip sped up, harshly caressing my clit. I rocked backand forth and then, at long last, I exploded. I screamed,my fingernails digging into the carpet.
She rubbed my pussy lips with the rounded handle of thewhip as I rode the waves of my orgasm. She was close now.I felt her hot breath on my ass. I felt like it lastedfor hours and when it was over I promptly dropped to thefloor, shudders still racking my body.
I became aware of her feet at my face a while later. Shewas nothing if not patient. I gave her, her tribute,lazily licking her toes and the tops of her feet. Ikissed them in gratitude even as my eyes slid shut.
“Come with me, Kristen,” she said quietly and took myhand, pulling me up. I wanted to balk at the idea of anymore, but she only led me to the bed and lay down besideme. I cried a bit more when she pulled me close andkissed my forehead.
“I love you,” Enolah said. “I’ll never let you go.” Ifelt her hand between us as she began alternatelymasturbating me then herself.
I snuggled closer to her, my face in her breasts. “I loveyou, my mistress.” I said sleepily.
We both knew I would never leave.