Please

by JustSkipIt

Copyright © 2003

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Part 11
Number Eleven

The week was a busy one. Nonetheless, both girls were very much looking forward to their dinner date on Saturday. And of course, to what they knew would happen after their date. Not that either of them knew but all signs led to a very fun evening for everyone. And part of the fun was that they weren't really coming out and saying why they had this very important date planned. A few times they had asked should they go out on Saturday or Sunday and the implication was clear: Saturday was three months to the day since Tara had "picked up" Willow at the bar and Sunday was three months since the redhead first became her kitten.

But their discussions didn't state that they were celebrating an anniversary explicitly. Instead, they just discussed having a nice special dinner and each asked the other, "should it be Saturday or Sunday?"

Three months.

So much had changed and everything had remained the same But more so. The two witches were more in love than they had ever been or ever thought they could be. And their play seemed to have intensified their love and passion while tempering other aspects of their relationship.

Tara often thought about the difference in their relationship since she had taken Willow as her kitten. When they started the play, she had been somewhat concerned with Willow's increasing dependence on magic and need for power. But somehow, it seemed that by engaging in their play, the redhead had released that dependence when she released her control. At times the two witches would be in the Magic Box, disagreeing over magic or some other aspect of planning and Tara would give her lover a look. Willow would immediately acquiesce and both girls knew that they could expect a particularly fulfilling episode of their game that night.

In deference to the obvious reason for their celebration Tara made reservations once again to their favorite restaurant: Skippys. Throughout the meal Willow expected the blonde to bring up their last visit to the restaurant – the visit when Tara had sat them in the middle of the room to show off her kitten and teased and taunted her throughout the meal. When they had arrived at home she had fulfilled every one of her taunts and more.

But Tara never did mention the prior visit. The two girls enjoyed a pleasant meal with wonderful food and a few glasses of wine. Since the week had been so busy, they finally had the opportunity to catch up without being interrupted by demons, by Xander and Anya arguing over the wedding, by Buffy bitching about Spike, or by Dawn bitching about Buffy. Surprisingly, Tara even asked Willow to drive the short distance home.

Willow reached the house and let them inside. Everyone else was out as she had planned. "Tara?" she asked as she kissed the blonde.

"Yes, love?" Tara answered.

"I …," she faltered, "I got you a present." Tara gave her lover a look and Willow attempted to explain: "I mean I got you a present and me a present and all with the presenty goodness and I think you'll like both…"

The blonde giggled as she hugged her lover. Without releasing her hold she answered, "I got you a present too, love. Do you want to go upstairs?"

"Can you give me five minutes?" Willow requested.

Tara smiled in satisfaction: "Absolutely."

Four and a half minutes later Willow checked her reflection in the mirror over and over again. Good thing I'm not a vampire, she thought, I'd have no way of knowing how this collar looks. She ran her fingertips again over the green leather and admired the way it accented her eyes. Nerves hit her again as she realized how audacious this plan was. Part of that Internet research, the research that Tara had discovered and which had led to Willow "entertaining" her Mistress multiple times now, had been to determine if there was collar etiquette. She had been unable to find any and hoped that this would be ok, that it wouldn't be too far for her lover. The redhead wanted to offer herself to her Mistress at a level deeper and more powerful than she had before. She wanted Tara to know just how much she served her, that she owned her kitten. She only prayed that Tara would understand the gesture. She kneeled in the center of the bed, hands behind her back and eyes down as she waited.

Tara used her five minutes to get two glasses of water and another glass of wine for their evening's refreshment. She had no need to prepare for her gift as it was securely hidden in the closet. At exactly the agreed upon time, she opened the door to the bedroom and smiled at the sight in front of her.

Without speaking, she closed the door and crossed slowly to the bed, setting the drinks on the nightstand. Gently she reached out and traced her fingers along the collar. Willow had fastened it securely and the blonde was surprised to realize just how excited she was by the sight and feel of her lover offering herself like this. "Is this my gift, kitten?" she asked.

"Mistress," Willow began, "your gift is wearing the collar." She waited a second before amending, "and what is in front of me."

Tara beamed with excitement but attempted to keep her feelings somewhat hidden from her lover. She knew without even looking at the bed what her present would be. "Look at me," she ordered as she lifted the bundle in her hands and slowly unwrapped it. She noted her lover trembling with excitement and the wetness already appearing at the red curly triangle between her legs. Holding the leash in front of her, the blonde teasingly ran the leather strap over her kitten's arm and chest.

She lifted the clasp to touch the D-ring centered on Willow's neck and asked, "are you sure, my love?"

Willow gulped as she watched Tara hold the leash. "Please," she finally whispered, "I … everything." She hoped that her inability to express her needs would not deter Tara from taking what was hers.

Tara watched her lover with amusement and excitement. There was no doubt in her mind that she would attach the leash, nor was there any doubt what she wanted to do once she had it clipped on, but making her kitten wait was always fun. "Stay like that, kitten," she ordered as she turned and casually wandered over to the chair. First setting the leash on the armrest, she took a seat and slowly began disrobing. She could see the lust and anticipation in Willow's eyes as she watched the blonde's every move.

Once Tara had undressed completely, she returned to the bed, her every move slow and deliberate. Fingering the D-ring she gently kissed the redheaded witch. As she clipped the leash onto her lover's collar she declared, "Mine."

"Yours, Mistress," Willow agreed with a whimper.

"Mine completely," Tara commented. "Mine to do anything I want. To enjoy as I wish and pleasure and punish at my inclination." She paused. "Is that what you want, kitten?"

"Oh God, yes, Tara," Willow moaned.

Tara smiled at the way her pet was trembling with excitement. The redhead's curly hairs were soaked with her excitement and she could see a drop of wetness beginning to drip down her thigh. Gently the blonde extended one finger to gather that wetness on the tip and lifted it to her lover's mouth. She was pleased as the girl asked permission before taking the juice into her mouth. "Oh yes, kitten," Tara purred, "you always taste so wonderful."

Tara walked around the bed in both directions, still holding the end of the leash. She allowed the tension to vary from completely slack to rather tight and noted the way her kitten's breathing quickened from the pulls she gave to the lead. "You look so beautiful, my love," she complimented her lover.

Willow whimpered in response to Tara's compliment before answering, "thank you, Mistress Tara." She knew that she was shaking with excitement. Nothing in her imagination had given her a good idea of what it would really be like when Tara held the end of the leash in her hands. And now, she was just waiting for what would be next. Of course her Mistress loved making her wait and that was just part of what was so wonderful about their relationship.

But apparently the blonde was tired of waiting. She suddenly moved to sit at the head of the bed and tugged on the leash to turn her kitten around. "Come here, kitten," she ordered as she pulled on the lead rather more roughly than Willow expected. Gathering the leather in her hands she explained, "If you pleasure your Mistress well, you will get your present."

"Please, Tara?" Willow pleaded as she lay in front of her blonde goddess.

Tara looked at her lover as she held the leash in her hands. She tugged it occasionally just to remind the redhead that it was there but mostly just held it securely. "Earn your present, kitten," Tara ordered as she gave another tug on the leash.

The redhead smiled as she whispered, "Thank you, Mistress Tara," and immediately began licking her lover's wet folds. After giving one or two quick strokes, she slowed her pace to draw out her Mistress's pleasure. She knew that Tara liked her pleasure slow and sensual and wanted to please the woman absolutely. The blonde witch's sweet juices were escaping from her core almost faster than Willow could lick them but the kitten kept up her attention nonetheless.

Willow was not surprised to hear Tara's voice as she tenderly made love to the blonde: "Oh yeah, kitten, that's it." Tara loved to talk during their love making whether it was play or not. And during play, she seemed to love talking even more. She would frequently tell Willow everything she was going to do to her, teasing her into a frenzy before actually granting her punishment or pleasure. "Get that soft ass in the air while you pleasure me, kitten," Tara said, emphasizing her order with another tug on the new collar.

Willow moaned as she heard her Mistress's order and felt the tension again on her neck. Tara was certainly taking to the collar and leash well… Feeling a little frisky, the redhead followed Tara's order immediately and even added a slight wiggle to her hips to emphasize her bottom. "Yes Mistress," she remembered to mumble into her lover's wetness.

"Oh God, that's good," Tara moaned as she reveled in the pleasure her kitten's tongue brought. The girl had her mouth latched onto her Mistress's opening and her tongue buried deep inside her channel, thrusting deeper and harder with every movement. Within moments the blonde was no longer saying anything more coherent than, "oh God… oh God… oh Willow… yes…yes…yes…!"

As she felt her Mistress quiver around her tongue, Willow thrust it harder before withdrawing it and immediately flicking at her lover's clit. Tara's hips arched from the bed as she orgasmed powerfully, not even noticing that she was still pulling on the leash. She felt her lover's fingers questing at her entrance and heard her low request: "Please Mistress?"

"Oh God, kitten," Tara groaned, "yes. Yes kitten. Use your fingers. Fuck me, baby. Make me come so hard, all over your hand and face, and you'll earn your present." She enjoyed the game of continuing to hold the enticement of the gift over her lover's head.

Willow needed no further encouragement to be inside her lover. Who could ever resist such perfection? Her fingers slid into Tara's wet core with no resistance and she added a third to Tara's shout and tug. The redhead was drenched with her own excitement and could feel her juices dripping down her thighs as she simultaneously absorbed the overwhelming taste of her lover, the clenching of her cunt around her hand, and the tension on the leash.

As Tara screamed again Willow smiled against her clit, glad that she had encouraged Buffy and Dawn to spend the evening elsewhere. Not slowing her hand's motion or her tongue on the blonde's clit, she knew that she was earning her gift as Tara came continuously or perhaps over and over again. Finally the redhead slowed her actions as she realized that Tara was whimpering with pleasure and fulfillment.

As she recovered from the intensity of her orgasms, Tara loosened her hold on the leash but opened her arms. "Come up here, kitten," she whispered.

Willow quickly moved into her Mistress's arms and placed soft kisses on her neck and collarbone. "I love you, Tara," she whispered.

"I love you too Willow," Tara answered, "but what are you giggling about, kitten?"

Willow glanced down and explained, "I was just thinking that it's a good thing I convinced Buffy and Dawn to be out this evening, Tara." She was surprised as the blonde also began laughing.

"What did you tell them?" Tara asked.

"I said that we were working on a spell and that it used a lot of ingredients that might not smell too great," Willow explained. As Tara started laughing even harder Willow added, "but I gave them $25 to go to the movies."

"Wow," Tara laughed, "they must be having a good evening since I gave them $30 to have dinner out while we celebrate the anniversary of our first kiss.

Willow laughed too. "What is that? The 2 year, 3 month, and 17 day anniversary?"

"It could be a Wiccan thing," Tara joked.

Willow again laughed and kissed her lover. "Did you like your present, Tara?" she asked.

The blonde wrapped her hand around the leash once again. "I'm not done with my present yet, my kitten," she answered with a grin.

"Oh really, Mistress?" Willow said, her tone a mixture of cheek and submission.

The blonde raised one eyebrow as she looked at her lover. Before Willow could process the meaning of her lover's look, she felt Tara's lips capture her own and roughly kiss her. The blonde rolled onto her smaller lover's body and thrust her tongue into her mouth, pleased to hear the girl whimper in response. Pulling her lips back she began to caress the redhead's body once again, occasionally pulling or pinching her nipples. "I think you definitely earned your present, kitten," she whispered.

"Thank you, Tara," Willow moaned as she absorbed the sensation of her Mistress dominating her by holding her down and working her nipples. She was surprised as the blonde rolled off her and smiled.

"I think I'll wait here while you go get your present, kitten," Tara smirked. Before Willow could answer Tara waved the leash and pulled it around her lover's back. "Hold this for me," she ordered.

"Yes, Tara," Willow answered excitedly; she loved it when her Mistress required her to restrain herself.

Tara gave a predatory grin as she was the excitement on her kitten's face and between her legs. She leaned forward to whisper in Willow's ear: "your present is in my closet between my black boots and my brown ones with a ribbon on it. Go get and bring it back for your Mistress.

"Thank you, Tara," Willow answered obediently as she fluidly rolled off the bed while still holding the leash behind her back. She hoped that she was putting on the kind of show that her lover would enjoy. From reading the "literature" she had seen on the Internet, she knew that she wouldn't have enjoyed if Tara had wanted her to crawl across the room, but at the same time she was aware that she would have to bring the present back in her mouth. The prospect was surprisingly enticing to her. Fortunately for the redhead, the closet door was slightly open and she was able to use her foot to open it enough to get inside. She had to drop to her knees to get to the present and it made her think of all the time she got to spend in that position while she served her Mistress. Knowing how Tara loved to talk about her dominating her kitten, Willow explained, "this position makes me think about serving you, Mistress."

"Mmm," Tara answered, "that's a nice thought, kitten." She languidly ran her fingertips along her wetness, enjoying the feeling and the relaxation she felt after her powerful orgasms. "You'll definitely be spending some more time on your knees tonight," she teased.

"Oh baby," she told her lover, "I wish I had a camera to take your picture." Willow stood just outside the closet, her hands still clasped around the leash and a black riding crop with a green ribbon around it in her teeth. Her face was graced by an unmistakable grin.

The redhead quickly crossed to the bed, dropping the present on the bed and kneeling once again in the center. "Oh thank you, Mistress," she sincerely moaned as she looked at the toy now in her lover's hands.

Tara turned the crop over and over in her hands as she pulled off the ribbon. "I saw the way you liked this toy when we visited the club." She ran the tip over Willow's upper arm. "Would you like me to use this on you, kitten?"

"Please, Tara, please…" Willow pleaded.

"Please what, kitten," Tara continued to tease.

"Please use the riding crop on me, Mistress," Willow whimpered. "I'm yours, please…" she trailed off.

"Well," Tara appeared to think it over but both girls knew she was just teasing her kitten, "if you insist." She moved around behind her lover and took the leash from her hands, giving it a tug. "I'm going to use this on you, not to punish but because you want it and because I want to give it to you, kitten." She emphasized her promise with another tug on the leash.

Moving in front of the girl she kissed her lovingly before looking her in the eye for a long moment. She wanted to give Willow every chance to safe word but none was forthcoming. "You don't have to count, kitten, but you are welcome to scream," she whispered as she flicked the tip of the toy against her lover's soft breast.

"Mmm," Willow moaned as she felt the contact of the leather flap at the end of the crop. She hadn't expected her Mistress to use the crop on her front but it was amazingly powerful and erotic. The blonde was varying the location and intensity of each hit so that each was sharp but not overwhelming, seeming to heighten her senses. As she felt the crop strike her across the upper thigh, she cried out, "Thank you, Mistress."

Tara watched her lover for signs of distress but Willow seemed almost transported by her sensations. Tara had spent hours earlier in the week testing out the crop to get used to it. She started by hitting a pillow to get the range and eventually used her own forearms and legs for determining how hard to hit. The session quickly reminded her why she had no interest in being dominated but it was obvious that the groundwork was paying off as Willow continued to moan with each hit. Gently she ran her hand over her lover's body, tracing the marks the toy had left before offering the girl a drink of water.

Moving a pillow for Willow to lay across, Tara ordered her, "lie on your stomach, kitten."

"Yes, Mistress," Willow eagerly complied, "thank you for my present."

Tara lay next to her kitten and began stroking her back with her palm and the tip of the riding crop. She could feel the girl's body shaking with excitement and the smell of her arousal permeated the room. "Do you remember the first night we played like this, my kitten?" she asked. "The night I picked you up at the bar?" she clarified.

"Yes, Tara," Willow groaned, "it was wonderful."

"Well," Tara explained, "do you remember our game that night?"

"Of course, my Mistress, it was wonderful," Willow eagerly reminisced.

Tara smiled at her lover's answer. "I cheated that night," she explained cryptically.

"Cheated, Tara?" Willow asked confused about the conversation. In addition to her confusion at the turn the conversation was taking she was having trouble concentrating. Tara was running her hands over her back and ass and had begun playing with her tight hole. The redhead realized that her lover's finger was lubricated and vaguely wondered when she had gotten the lubricant from the nightstand.

"Do you remember the numbers you chose, kitten?" Tara continued as she gently slid a finger into her lover's body. Before Willow could answer she told her, "God kitten, I so love taking you like this. You feel so tight around my finger. All mine."

"Yours, Tara," Willow moaned as he attempted to remember the numbers. "I think I chose four, uh, for the blindfold, three for the ice, eight for the, oh Holy God, nipple clips, and eleven for the whip, my Mistress?" Tara was beginning to move her finger inside the redhead's tight hole and Willow had to concentrate to keep from moving into the action.

"Eleven wasn't really the whip," Tara explained. "I didn't think you were ready for eleven yet. This is eleven." As she spoke she removed her finger and slid a small butt plug into her kitten's ass. "Are you mine?" she whispered.

"Oh … God… yes… Tara…," Willow gasped as she felt the intrusion. Even though her lover had gently relaxed her sphincter with her finger and lubricated both her hole and the plug, the sensation was overwhelming.

Tara smiled as she explained, "I want you to hold this plug in your tight little asshole for your Mistress while I whip your ass. Do you think you can do that, kitten?"

"Please. Yes. Please," the redhead whimpered as she tightened her muscles around the plug.

"Good girl," Tara said as she delivered the first snapping blow with the crop. By the third stoke Willow was moaning and whimpering wordlessly. Tara could see that the girl was trying but was having trouble keeping the plug held tight so every few strokes, she pushed it back in for her.

"How are you doing?" she asked as she took a break from using the crop on her kitten's ass.

"I… the… thank you," Willow barely managed to gasp as she tried to control her breathing.

She was confused by Tara's statement: "you're doing so well that I have another surprise for you." Then she felt the blonde touching the plug again and it began vibrating.

Willow gave up any hope of containing her shouts as she felt the vibrations through the plug. "Oh God! Tara!" she shouted over and over occasionally interspersing a "thank you" as the blonde returned to whipping her with the crop.

Knowing how close her lover was to completely losing it, Tara dropped the crop but tugged on the leash. "Mine," she growled again as she brushed her free hand across the redheaded witch's clit. "Come for me, kitten," she ordered as she speeded up her hand's movement, feeling the vibration from the small "bullet vibe" through the prone girl's body. "Come all you want!"

Willow needed no further encouragement to release her climax. Her body felt like she was exploding and she couldn't even identify if the climax was coming from her skin where Tara had whipped her, from her ass still holding the shaking plug, her cunt, or her clit. "Fuck! Tara! Yes!" she shouted. Her excitement was even further increased as her lover continued talking to her: "Oh yeah, kitten, come for me. Come while I fuck you so good."

Then she felt the blonde's hand pass along her lips and when she parted her teeth, she felt the handle of the leash inserted between them. "Hold this for me, kitten, so I can fuck you with two hands and hear those wonderful whimpers you make while you come," her Mistress purred. The redhead didn't even have time to wonder why Tara needed two hands before the girl placed both hands on her hips and pulled back lightly. "Up on your knees, kitten," she ordered and Willow complied immediately, moaning her compliance into the leather of the leash handle.

Her screaming moan was wordless but easily understood as Willow felt her lover press against one leg from behind and insert her fingers into her cunt. She couldn't tell how many it was but the fullness she felt from the plug still shaking in her ass made it feel like the blonde's whole hand. "Oh baby," Tara whispered, "you're taking me so good. Three fingers and I'm fucking you so deep and hard." Suddenly the vibration was gone but the plug remained and she felt the rubber starting to saw in and out of her loosening hole.

Tara knew her own climax was approaching as she dominated her lover so thoroughly. She loved the way the girl gave everything up to her, surrendered every ounce of control, every ounce of resistance. Her thumb in the end of the butt plug allowed her to press it in and out of Willow's ass and each time one of the indentions on the surface passed her sphincter there was a small pop as well as a sexy moan from the redhead. Her own clit was pressed against Willow's thigh and slid wetly against her skin. "Keep coming, kitten," she whispered. As she felt Willow's cunt contract around her fingers she promised her, "not today but another day, I'll fuck you like this but with my strap on. Would you like that, kitten? If I stretch you out with this plug and tie you down and whip your ass and fuck you, slapping against the marks?"

Willow could only scream and moan against the leather, finally dropping it from her mouth and collapsing on the bed, her body shaking from the power of her orgasms. She didn't know if her Mistress wanted her still on her knees or holding the leash but there was no way she could stay like that for another moment. Unable to form coherent thoughts she simply moaned and whimpered, "Thank you… Need… Love… Hold…Please…Please..." Apparently it was clear enough as the blonde gently pulled her fingers and the toy out of her lover's body and moved to gather her in her arms.

Both girls lay unmoving from the intensity of their climaxes and their play. Tara's hands idly caressed Willow's spent body and nimbly removed the collar which she dropped with the other toys on the floor. "Did you enjoy that, my love?" she asked quietly as she offered Willow a drink of water.

"Couldn't you tell by the incoherent moaning and screaming?" Willow giggled as she nuzzled into her lover's neck.

"It w-wasn't too far?" Tara asked again, hungry for reassurance.

Willow leaned forward cupping her lover's face in her hands. "Never, baby. It's never been too far. I love you and I love everything you do for me." She gently kissed the blonde before hugging her tight. Suddenly she let go and flopped back onto the bed. "But now I need to pass out and dream of this for about 18 hours," she tiredly informed her lover.

Tara smiled down at her love. "I'll clean up the toys and get a washcloth to wipe you off and then we can sleep as long as you want, my love," she told her as she moved quickly to the bathroom. A few minutes later she wrapped her arms around the smaller girl who was already falling into slumber. "Happy Anniversary, my love," she whispered as she placed a kiss on her neck.

"You too," Willow mumbled, "thank you, my Mistress…"

Part 12
Entertainment

Tara gave Willow another kiss before the redhead left for class. Once again she had a Friday all to herself; Dawn and Willow had school and Buffy had work. Perhaps the blonde would do some cleaning before heading to the Magic box. But first, a shower was definitely in order.

As Tara was pulling her clothes from the dresser and closet, she noticed something sitting on her pillow. Crossing to the bed she immediately thought of Willow and how loving the girl could be. Obviously she had left some sort of a love note. The envelope showed Tara's name in cursive and lay on top of a bound journal.

Tara, my Love, my Mistress, my Everything,

I know that you have a free day and don't even have plans to go to the Magic Box until later, so I wanted to leave you a little treat. Please know that if I didn't have class all day, I would be honored to make your every wish come true. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this gift.

From your devoted kitten.

Tara smiled, knowing that her morning plans had just changed. She took her shower but then returned to the bed, running her hands down her body as she got into a comfortable position on the bed. Opening the journal, she began to read:

Willow shifted her weight nervously as she waited for her Mistress to enter the room. Tara had indicated that she was to be punished. Surprisingly, the redhead didn't know her offense. Often, the offense was either intentional or minor, anything to get the kitten her craving of pain and pleasure. In the months since they had been playing, Willow loved the way her Mistress was continuing to train and use her. She was increasing the punishments to fulfill greater and greater of her pet's desire, and of course, enjoying her pleasure at the same time.

The click of the door told Willow that her Mistress was in the room but she didn't look up. "What a nice view, kitten," Tara leered as she approached the kneeling figure.

"Thank you, Mistress," Willow squeaked.

The redhead was surprised as Tara bent down beside her and gathered a handful of hair, pulling her head up to force the redhead to look at her. "Do you know why I'm going to punish you today, kitten?" the blonde asked.

Willow answered quickly with excitement already coursing through her body, radiating out from the tension of her hair pulled tight from her head: "No, my Mistress. But you can always punish me, for any reason, whenever you want."

Tara smiled a little sexily and a little cruelly as she heard her lover's words. "Yes," she agreed, "I can. But today I have a good reason to punish you." She dropped the redhead's hair and clipped the leash onto her pet's collar before standing and moving across the room. Willow could tell that the blonde had retrieved something from the dresser and she held it out before telling her to put it on. Willow obeyed instantly, fastening the blindfold around her head before returning her hands to the small of her back.

"Stand up, kitten," Tara ordered, "and put your hands in front of you." Willow assumed that the blonde meant to fasten a restraint to her wrists and felt slightly disappointed. She loved restraining herself for her Mistress and always felt honored when the girl allowed her handle the task. She often fantasized about using a spell or figuring out another way to fully restrain herself and leave her body spread-eagled on the bed for Tara to find – a gift of sorts.

Rather than feeling the leather of her restraints around her wrists, however, the redhead felt Tara's fingers intertwine with her own. In the meantime, her other hand tugged on the leash to pull the girl forward. "This way, kitten," she commanded as she tugged. Willow again felt somewhat shocked as the blonde guided her fingers to wrap around what she recognized as the back of the desk chair. Was her Mistress not going to tie her for this punishment? "Wait here," she heard her lover order and then heard the door opening.

Why would her lover be opening the door? Willow trembled with excitement and anxiety. What if someone was passing the room and saw her like this? No one could mistake the tone of the scene as Willow bent forward over the chair, her eyes covered with a blindfold, a collar fastened around her neck and dangling a leash. After a few seconds, the blonde returned and Willow thought that she might have heard her set a glass down on the desk. It also sounded like she had set something heavy on the edge of the bed and the redhead could only wonder what that might be.

Internally admonishing herself for her lack on concentration on the punishment, she felt her senses narrowing to concentrate on the feel of the wood grasped in her fingertips, the soft and total darkness of the blindfold over her eyes, and the now-returned tug on her collar. She could tell that Tara was winding the leash around her hand to increase the tension just enough to make her submissive aware of it.

Willow gave out a small moan as she felt her lover's hand begin to caress her round bottom. "Do you know why I'm going to punish you today, kitten?" the blonde asked in a teasing tone.

"No, Mistress," Willow answered.

She thought she might have heard the blonde stifle a giggle as she explained, "Honestly, baby, I can't imagine what you were thinking…"

"I'm sorry, Tara?" Willow offered, still wondering what she was about to be punished for, not that she minded.

Three slaps quickly fell on the redhead's ass, warming the skin but not really hurting. "How could you, kitten?" the blonde teased as she delivered another two slaps.

Willow had trouble keeping up with her Mistress's taunts and slaps. She sounded like a character from Sesame Street: "One. Two. Three. Oh, Four, thank you, Mistress. Five."

The next few slaps were harder and Willow moaned as she leaned back into the contact. "I can't believe that you chose that dress, kitten," she explained as she continued spanking her kitten. "The color was hideous and the arms looked like some sort of sea monster."

Even as one part of her mind was directing her mouth to continue counting the punishment, another part ran through lame excuses. Anya had been quite adamant about the bridesmaid's dresses and the only thing that kept one of the others from being guilty of this transgression was that Tara and Buffy were both busy the day that the ex-demon went shopping. Before she could stop herself, Willow blurted out, "But Mistress, don't you think that wearing the dress was punishment enough?"

A hard tug on the leash and five much harder slaps to her ass told the girl what her Mistress thought of that bit of lip. "Oh," she teased, "you must want so much harder a punishment." She laid a few more slaps on her lover's ass as she asked, "Is that it, kitten? Do you want harder punishment?"

"If it pleases you, my Tara," the kitten obediently responded as she took a few gasping breaths. Her spanking had turned more intense at the end and she took a few precious moments to catch her breath.

Tara again tugged on the leash as she led her kitten away from the chair. "You will definitely please me, kitten," she promised. "And have more punishment," she added almost as an afterthought.

Willow had to force her mind to return to the present moment. Tara was not following any pattern that she had used before. The spanking had been quite mild and now the blonde was leading her away from the chair. In contrast to the light punishment to this point, her Mistress seemed to be really enjoying handling the leash. She tugged the smaller girl across room before ordering her to kneel which Willow did immediately.

"Put your arms out and lean forward, kitten," Tara ordered before fastening her lover's wrists to the legs of the bench. Willow felt the continued tension on the leash as her lover moved and then knelt behind her, forcing her legs wide and stroking her through wet curls. The grasp with which she held her pet's clit was intense, surprisingly so given the wetness. "Who do you belong to, kitten?"

"You, my Mistress," Willow moaned. Her clit ached and her lover was really tugging at the leash and collar.

"Tell me what that means, kitten," Willow heard her Mistress order as she felt fingers sliding into the girl's wetness. There had been no warning, no subtle preparation for the intrusion and the redhead could feel her cunt contract.

She tried to concentrate on her answer in spite of the excruciating fullness of her lover's hand inside her. "It means I belong to you. You can do anything you want with me. Punish or pleasure. It means I live to pleasure you, my Mistress," she gasped. Just as quickly as her lover's hand had entered her, it now withdrew and she felt Tara wiping her juices on her reddened ass.

"This is not nearly red enough," Tara commented as if just pondering the sight. Willow felt her lean forward over the redhead's body and explain, "I want to fuck you, baby, so that I feel the heat of your raw ass on my stomach."

"Yes, Tara," Willow breathed, "please …"

She felt the tug of the leash on her neck again as Tara moved around to the front of the bench. Moments later she realized that the blonde was sitting on the front of the bench, straddling it, her own wetness an inch or less from her slave's mouth. "Do you want to please me now, kitten?" she teased.

"Yes, Tara, please," Willow answered, licking her lips as she thought of the feast so close to her mouth.

"And do you want more punishment?" She then asked.

Willow was surprised at the second question. How would she both pleasure her love and receive her punishment? Nonetheless she answered honestly: "Yes Mistress, for you."

"Pleasure me," Tara ordered as she gave a tug on the leash. Willow was grateful when her lover finally ordered her to begin pleasuring her. It was torture to be so close to such a sweet treasure and to not be allowed to touch or taste. She craned her head to gently lick up her lover's outer lips, gathering her wetness into her mouth. She tensed her arms to feel the tension of the restraints against her wrists and hoped to feel Tara tugging on the leash once again.

"Oh that's very good, kitten," Tara moaned. For a moment there was just the sound of Willow's mouth moving over her lover's center and then the blonde spoke again: "But you still need punishment." Willow smiled as she thought of how wet she would be by the time she was done pleasuring her Mistress and receiving another punishment.

The redhead's head snapped up against the limit of the leash as she felt something hard and smooth touch against her ass. How was her Mistress doing that? The forceful tug on her leash brought her mouth back to where it should be and Willow began her task again as she heard her Mistress's voice. "I'm not the only person who had to wear that dress," she explained, "so we're going to have help punishing you today, kitten."

Oh God, Willow's mind shouted, Buffy is going to help punish me? She wondered why Tara had released the tension on the leash. Then it occurred to her, her Mistress was giving her extra time to safeword. How could she tell the girl that she had no interest in safewording? That being punished by Buffy would just let her show how devoted to her Mistress she was. She hoped that she would do Tara proud. "Thank you, Tara," she whispered.

Tara leaned down and whispered in her lover's ear, "I know your mouth is going to be very busy so you don't have to count." The redhead's only reply was a muffled groan into her Mistress's wetness. She could still feel the paddle resting against her ass and wondered when Buffy would start her punishment. Would the girl talk to her? Was the kitten going to "have to" pleasure her too? Resolutely she returned her full attention to her Mistress's pleasure.

The first blow was no harder than a spank would have been, but it hinted at much more. The next was slightly harder and the next slightly harder. "That's it, Buffy," Tara moaned and Willow imagined that her Mistress was enjoying watching the slayer paddle her kitten.

"She's so wet, Tara," Buffy commented as she continued paddling the redhead. A part of Willow's brain splintered off to wonder about the indications of all this. What was Buffy doing? Was she into BDSM play? Was she gay? Was Tara inviting her to join them? But the larger part was only thinking of licking and sucking as fast as she could to lap up her Mistress's increasing juices and the sensation of each blow on her ass. She could feel her own juices soaking the bench under her and beginning to drip down her thighs.

At the next blow, a particularly hard one, she lifted her mouth just far enough to whimper her thank you. As she did, she felt the familiar tug on her leash, enforcing for her the knowledge that she belonged to Tara. Redoubling her efforts, she thrust her tongue into her lover's wet channel and felt the blonde begin to shake and contract.

Shaking with excitement, Willow lapped more furiously at her lover's quivering center. Buffy hadn't stopped paddling the redhead and she was starting to wonder if her ass was red enough for her Mistress yet. Feeling the tension on her collar lessen, Willow knew that Tara was finished for the time being.

She felt the blonde stand up from the bench and then felt her warm breath against her ear. "Oh kitten," Tara moaned in a very satisfied voice, "that was wonderful." Willow assumed that Tara must have given some signal to Buffy to stop.

"Yes, Mistress, thank you for allowing me to pleasure you," Willow answered.

"What about Buffy?" Tara teased.

Willow wondered what to say. As much as she enjoyed the paddling, it was all for Tara and she wanted to communicate that. "Thank you for helping my Mistress punish me, Buffy," she decided on.

Apparently her answer had satisfied her lover as Tara laid a soft kiss on her kitten's lips. The blonde began running her fingers through Willow's hair before stroking down her back and then caressing her bottom. "Warm…" she mused as she felt the redness and the quiver that ran through Willow's body. "Now, kitten," she said while moving her hand to stroke her lover's wet lips, "I've been bragging to Buffy about how well you serve me." She addressed the slayer: "Isn't that right, Buffy?"

Willow could almost hear the smirk in Buffy's voice: "Definite bragging. Telling me how much she loves for you to spank or whip her little ass…" The redhead felt a hand on the object of description, and assumed that Buffy was touching her again. "And about how well she pleasures you with her mouth." This time she felt the slayer's fingers stroking her lips and teeth, as if checking out a horse she was considering buying. "And about how much she screams when you fuck her senseless," Buffy added.

Tara's next words both excited and scared the redhead a little: "Would you like to see?" Buffy must have nodded because Tara directed her, "Please give us a few minutes alone." After a few seconds and hearing the sound of the bathroom door shutting, Willow felt her lover kneel down by her. She was offered a drink of cold juice and felt Tara's fingers stroking her face. "Do you want this, my love?" she gently asked.

Willow didn't know how to go about answering the question. Tara had broken roles to ensure that the game was alright. The redhead wanted to serve her lover, to show how much the bragging was true. And she had always fantasized about this. Sinking back into her role, she answered, "Yes Mistress. I want to serve you always, any way you would like."

During the few seconds it seemed to take Tara to process her lover's answer, Willow heard the bathroom door open once again. When she next spoke, she had also returned to character: "What a good kitten… I want you to show Buffy those skills I bragged about." Willow felt a slight tug on the leash and found her mouth nuzzled in the unfamiliar smell and taste of her best friend.

Guessing that the slayer would like her pleasure more rough, she thrust her mouth and tongue quickly and forcibly against the girl's center. The slayer was definitely turned on. Her juices were flowing and she was bucking against Willow's mouth. "Oh yeah," Buffy moaned, "lick me..." She seemed to falter at the end as if not sure what to call the girl. "Tara," she managed to say, "what do I call your slave?" Her voice rose an octave on the last word and Willow smiled into the wetness.

"You may call her 'pet,'" Tara answered. Willow felt the familiar pressure of the strap-on at her entrance. "But only I call her, 'mine.'" As she said the last word, she slid the entire length of the dildo into her lover.

"Yours," Willow moaned as she began to feast on Buffy's musky presence.

If Willow had been capable of rational thought she would have been amazed at the intensity of sensation. Buffy had her hands wrapped in the redhead's hair and was pulling her mouth against her dripping pussy. She apparently enjoyed talking as much as Tara did. "Oh yeah, pet," Buffy almost shouted, "keep licking like that. Your Mistress has good reason to be so proud."

Willow redoubled her efforts as she was reminded again of her purpose: to make her Mistress proud. She could feel Tara's fingertips digging into her hips and each slap of the blonde's stomach on her ass reminded her of the double punishment she had received.

She couldn't keep from moaning, almost screaming into Buffy's wetness as she felt Tara's hand leave her hip and grasp her clit. The other hand held the end of the leash and each thrust caused the handle to sway against her thigh or ass. She smiled as she heard her Mistress moaning with each thrust into her kitten. She knew the blonde was close to her own climax when she started talking: "Kitten, you look so hot – with your hands tied and the blindfold on. Your mouth is buried in Buffy's pussy just for me and your ass is so red. And when I look down I can see this cock just slamming into your cunt." Tara's hand's movement over her clit intensified and Willow realized all at once that the blonde was coming, her body shaking as she continued thrusting into her helpless servant.

Willow scraped her teeth lightly along Buffy's clit, wondering briefly what it would take for the slayer to feel her own release. As Tara finished shaking, the blonde witch leaned forward, draping her weight over her kitten while still moving her pelvis to thrust in and out of the girl. "When Buffy comes, you may do the same, my kitten," Tara whispered in her ear before giving it a tug with her teeth.

As if given permission by Tara's words to Willow, the blonde slayer began to shake and scream, pulling the kitten's hair even tighter. It wasn't a conscious effort on Willow's part: she started coming at that exact second, following her Mistress's order perfectly.

A few minutes later, Willow lay on the bed. Tara had asked Buffy to carry her kitten there and the slayer had done so before kissing her friend on the forehead and leaving the witches alone. "I love you," Tara whispered as she smoothed lotion into her lover's tender bottom.

Willow could feel the love and gentleness that Tara was putting into her caresses as well as the passion that she put into their scenes. She rolled partially over and kissed the blonde gently. "I love you, baby," she whispered, "thank you for today."

Tara was silent, continuing to caress her lover's tender bottom until they fell asleep.

As her final climax subsided, Tara closed the journal, laying her head on it. After a few minutes, she leaned over and placed it in her nightstand. It certainly had been a good way to spend the morning and she smiled, thinking of her kitten's thoughtfulness. But she had her own idea of how to punish the girl for the bridesmaid's dresses…

Part 13
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Part 14
Girls Night Out

I finished my shower and entered the bedroom to find Tara already nearly dressed. "Wow," I commented surprised that she had dressed so quickly, "that was quick." Tara had laid an outfit on the bed for me: jeans and a nearly sheer white blouse. My lover was also wearing jeans with a black leather vest which looked very fucking hot. In fact, I wanted to take her right there and then.

Anya had returned from her honeymoon complaining that she hadn't had a bachelorette party. Apparently she sat next another set of newlyweds on the plane to Hawaii and had heard about the woman's wild bachelorette party. "We're going out this Saturday night," Anya had declared Wednesday afternoon and no amount of pleading could convince her to change her mind.

She called and reserved a table at Sunnydale's only male strip club. We all argued that if we simply had a party at the Bronze, Dawn, Giles, and Xander could all come but she said that part of the point of a bachelorette party was to keep the men and children out. Then I said that the two of us had no interest in seeing mostly naked men. Anya being Anya declared that we should simply imagine mostly naked women and that she and Buffy would have enough fun for everyone.

As I was still thinking of the things I would love to do with Tara's body, I felt her arms wrap around my waist. Her lips were touching my ear as she whispered, "I'm not thinking that I'll be very excited about the show."

"Me neither," I agreed, noting how her arms were brushing up against my breasts, my nipples hardening already.

"I'll need something to keep me entertained," Tara teased.

"What were you thinking of, my Mistress?" I asked hopefully. I didn't know if she wanted to play but it was certainly worth the chance.

"I had a few ideas, my kitten," Tara whispered as her fingertips moved to my nipples, beginning to twist and tug at them.

"Any you want to share with your kitten?" I asked as I felt the wetness growing between my legs.

"Go ahead and get dressed," Tara whispered, "I set out your clothes."

As I moved to pick up her selections I decided to egg her on a little: "I was surprised that you didn't want me in a skirt," I said. Of course it would get her. The most basic rule I should know is to address her correctly.

I looked up to see her smiling her beautiful lop-sided smile while I quickly dressed, hoping for a punishment before going out. Perhaps she would pepper my ass until it was tender and let me serve her so I could feel the heat and the wetness throughout the evening. God I hoped so. My lover sat on the edge of the bed patting her lap. Her teasing tone made it clear that she was going to make it a fun evening for both of us. "Not only questioning your Mistress but forgetting to address her correctly," she clucked her tongue.

I kept my head down, both to be subservient and to hide the smile spreading across my face and pulled my pants and panties around my ankles before lying across my Mistress's lap. "I'm so sorry, Mistress Tara," I told her as I folded my fingers together behind my neck. I wondered if I was already making a mess on her black jeans and found the thought both exciting and nerve- wracking. If so she might want to punish me or make me serve her either of which was exciting and scary. The being out of control. Being in her control.

I could almost feel her smirk as Tara told me, "Oh I'm sure it won't." I smiled again knowing that it would certainly happen again. Forgetting to address my Mistress correctly was a way to receive my punishment and it had been sorely lacking lately. Or maybe not sorely…The first spank was light but they grew progressively harder as I counted and thanked my Mistress. She had become quite the expert on dispensing punishment and I could think of few things I preferred to laying across her lap counting out the strokes, at least for starters.

The spanks were getting more intense and my voice rose as tears came to my eyes. My Mistress gave me a few more spanks after the tears started. Then I felt her hand caressing my warm bottom. "Warm," she breathed.

"Thank you, Mistress," I told her as I felt her sliding out from under me.

"Lie right here," she instructed me. She had turned my body as she moved so that my upper body lay on the bed while my legs hung over the side. The fact that my pants and panties were around my ankles left me feeling completely defenseless. She pulled my hands from behind my neck and put them behind my back. "I'll be back in a minute," she informed me and I wondered if she was going to give me more punishment.

When she returned I felt her hand on my back, holding me firmly to the bed. "Mistress Tara," I begged, "may I please pleasure you to make up for my impertinence?" I was dripping onto the bed and wondered just how wet she was.

Her hand stayed in place as she whispered in my ear, "We don't have that much time, kitten." Then I felt both her hands on my back and wondered what she was doing. Fingers probed in my wetness and between my ass cheeks. I jumped involuntarily at the surprising feel of her fingertip tracing a circle on my tight hole but her other hand held me down, gripping my hair. Then the shocking feeling of her soft tongue, circling my opening.

"Oh Gods, Mistress Tara," I moaned, unable to believe the sensation.

After a moment or two she pulled away. "That's a good start," she declared as she took one hand from my back.

"Thank you, Mistress," I whimpered. Then I felt her fingers on my tight hole again. They were wet with lubricant and she quickly slid inside as shock waves traveled through my body. Her finger was moving inside me, relaxing my ring of muscle and I felt myself grinding against the bedspread. I could come if she would allow it from the amazing sensation of her dominating me so thoroughly and the friction on my soaking clit. Then she pulled out and I moaned in disappointment. A second later two fingers pressed against my opening, even more wet than before. As my rosebud blossomed under her thrusts and I groaned into the bed, I could feel more and more wetness on my hole and seeming to flow into me. She must have been pouring lube along the channel formed by her fingers.

"Kitten," she whispered as she continued thrusting, "tonight I am going to fuck your hot little asshole with my cock."

I ground my teeth as I tried desperately to avoid coming at her words. "Yes, Mistress," I gasped, "please …take me. I'm yours."

"I want you ready for my cock though," she said and I didn't have the time to wonder what she meant before I felt a butt plug sliding into my hole. She held it firm as she instructed me, "Pull up your pants, kitten."

What? I thought, shocked, she wants me to wear this out? And apparently she did because after I pulled up my pants and panties she smirked at me. "I have to go wash my hands," she informed me as I dropped to my knees. She ran her hand over the bed and taunted me: "You got the bed all wet and messy, kitten."

"I'm sorry Mistress," I groaned, attempting to become more used to the unfamiliar sensation of the plug and wondering if she was really going to make me keep it all night. I couldn't imagine going out for Anya's party like this. At the same time, the excitement of the secret was nearly as arousing as the physical sensation.

Tara went to wash her hands and returned, revisiting the subject of the mess on the bed. "When we get home, we will see how sorry you are," she teased. I had my head focused on the floor and felt the hot blush on my cheeks. Would people be able to see that something was going on? Would people know our game? Then her fingers were nimbly tying a choker around my neck and she lifted my chin, guiding me to my feet. "I'd rather this was your collar but we'll wait until we get home, sweetie," she told me.

"Thank you, Tara," I told her, kissing her softly.

She kissed me back and told me, "See, I told you I had some ideas to make the evening more interesting." We joined Buffy downstairs and Tara took the keys, saying that she would drive to pick up Anya.

"Why isn't Willow driving?" Buffy asked since that was the habit.

"She wants to drink tonight," Tara smoothly lied, "so I said I would drive. "

"I can drive," Buffy offered and I heard Tara think, "I'd rather one of us drove even if we were drinking."

"I agree, my Mistress," I thought back at her, amused that I could address her that way and gratified at the blush that spread across her face. As we drove, I could feel the plug in my ass (how could I not?). It was initially uncomfortable but arousing at the same time. She had used so much lube that it didn't hurt and seemed quite secure. Each bump in the road jostled it slightly and I started to wonder if she wasn't doing it intentionally when she hit a pothole and then looked at me with her sexy smirk.

We pulled into a parking space just next to Anya's car and got out to find her leaning on the driver's side door. "You're late," she announced and waved her hand around the parking lot. "Just look," she complained, "all these women are here before us and they'll be closer to the sexy men and their penises." "I should have driven slower," I hear Tara muttering under her breath. She placed her hand on my lower back, guiding me into the club and told Anya, "I'm sure there will be room." I wasn't exactly sure what she was referring to but the way the plug was stretching my muscles there would be room for whatever she wanted to do. Oh god, when we got home. And if she decided to punish me first…Jesus God!

We entered the club, not surprised by the pounding music, bright lights, or the testosterone in the air. The table Anya had reserved was by the stage—unfortunately—and a waiter wearing a bowtie and little else came over to take drink orders. My lover ordered me a margarita with a shot of tequila as a chaser and a beer for herself. Buffy and Anya both decided that mine sounded good and copied the order.

An hour and a half later, it seemed that Tara would definitely be driving us home and that Xander would have to come pick Anya up at the end of the night. Buffy and Anya were having a drinking contest in honor of the party and had had three drinks each. The more they drank, the wilder they got and both were enjoying quite rabid heterosexuality, catcalling the dancers, putting dollars in their G-strings, even exchanging deep kisses with a few of the sweaty men. Anya tried to convince Tara and I to engage in the game but Tara said no thank you to the ex-demon and told me that she had already gotten as close to a penis as she wanted.

I turned to whisper in her ear, "The only one I want to be close to is yours." I was happy to see her gulp.

After a few more minutes she excused herself to go to the restroom. By the time she returned, I had started to wonder what was taking so long. Between the couple of drinks and the plug in my ass, I was feeling incredibly horny and I couldn't wait for my lover to take me. "You were gone a long time," I told her, using my sad little puppy-dog face to let her know that I missed her.

"I called Xander while I was there," she explained. "Told him that he would have to come pick Anya up."

"When can we go home?" I whispered in her ear, tacking on, "Mistress."

"Soon, kitten," she assured me as her hand dropped onto my lap under the table. She started just resting her fingers on my leg as she had been before but quickly started stroking my jeans, nearing my arousal. I had stopped being aware of Anya, or Buffy, or the dancers or any of the rest of it. All I could think of was my lover and the way she would surely take me as soon as we got home. I could feel her tense excitement and couldn't wait to serve her.

"May I go to the restroom, Tara?" I asked obediently.

She nodded and whispered in my ear, "Be quick, kitten."

I stood and made my way quickly through the club. With every step, I could feel the plug jostling in my ass and it was making me even more horny. I had to figure out how to take care of my needs without disturbing it and I noted the abundant lube around my ass and on my panties. Oh Goddess, this was going to be amazing. My lover had never fucked me like that and I couldn't wait. There were so many women in the bathroom, washing their hands and fixing their makeup that I had to wait a few minutes to get to the sink and wash up.

I stepped into the hallway and started back toward our table but was surprised as arms folded around my waist from behind. Fingers brushed my necklace and I heard Tara's voice in my ear: "Come this way, kitten." We stepped through a door and my lover quickly locked it behind us.

I dropped to my knees keeping my head down and hands behind my back while attempting to determine where we were. From that vantage point, I could see the tile floor, the door, a toilet, and a urinal. We were in the men's bathroom! I waited for her instruction, unable to believe that we were in the men's bathroom or understand why. "This is the m-men's bathroom, Mistress," I nervously said.

Strong fingers wove into my hair and she pulled my head back slightly. "We won't be disturbed, kitten," she assured me, "the dancers all use the one in their dressing room." Before I could speak she kissed me hard, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and taking exactly what she wanted. She pulled away, appearing satisfied by my raged breathing.

"The boys only use this room for one thing," she informed me. One thing? What thing would they use this for if they have… Ok. I have to admit that my brain wasn't really functioning all that well. Tara's hands were unfastening her jeans and she opened the button-flys just enough to expose her strap-on. I wondered when she had put it on and realized that she must have done it when she had gone to the restroom. But the harness? She had to have put that on while I was in the shower. Oh Goddess, she had planned this all along.

Unbelievably she rolled a condom onto her ever-hard prick and then stepped closer, winding her fingers in my hair. "Do what the boys do in this room, kitten," she ordered. I leaned closer unable to believe what we were doing. I had little interest in giving her a blowjob and was sure it couldn't feel good to her but it was so fucking hot. Here I was on the floor of a bathroom, on my knees, sucking on my Mistress's cock. I was serving her and loving it. I knew that she would always find more ways to punish me, more ways to pleasure me as long as I submitted to her will and gave up all control. My mouth worked her cock as if she could feel what I was doing, licking and sucking, taking as much as I could. I imagined that it was her clit and how good I was making her feel by working it so well. I could hear her encouraging me, calling me her kitten, and saying how lovely I looked, serving her on my knees.

Then suddenly she pulled away and I fell forward slightly, hitting her thighs with my face. I looked up and smiled at her. "Thank you, Mistress Tara," I whispered.

A smirk spread over her face as she asked, "Thank me for what, kitten?"

"Thank you for letting me suck your cock in this bathroom, like the boys do, Mistress," I answered.

She pulled me to my feet and then pushed me forward to the sink, taking both my hands and placing them on the edge of the bowl. Then I felt her hands roughly unbuttoning my pants and pulling them and my panties down around my ankles. "I liked it," she hissed in my ear, "so I'm going to give you a little present." I felt the plug moving in my ass and I moved back into the motion slightly. I was as turned on and wet as I had ever been. Then she pulled the plug out and deposited it in the sink in front of me. And then…

Her cock slid right up my asshole and I groaned. "Oh Fuck," I moaned, only slightly aware that I wasn't addressing her correctly.

Her hands grasped my hips, digging into the skin as she bent over to whisper in my ear: "Fuck? Is that what you want, kitten? Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes…please…Mistress…" I panted and begged. She was slowly moving in me and it was absolutely incredible.

"Like this?" she asked as she snapped her hips, thrusting the dildo fully into my hole. She seemed to like my wordless whimper of an answer as she repeated the motion a few times. I could hear her breathing and knew that she was close to coming. She continued, alternating slow and fast thrusts and telling me what a hot sexy little ass I had and how much she was enjoying fucking it. "When we get home," she breathed, "I might do this again."

It was absolutely incredible. She was fucking me hard and dominating me completely. I could feel my wetness dripping down the insides of my thighs. As hard as she was fucking me, it didn't hurt, probably because of the hours spent with that plug stretching me out and the lube she had so generously applied. Her fingers gripped my hips harder as she began shaking. "I'm coming, kitten," she snarled through clenched teeth. I ached to come but I couldn't until she said. My legs were shaking as she finally released her grip on my hips.

She began slowly thrusting into me again and reached around to caress my swollen clit. Her other hand went to my shoulder as she leaned forward to whisper in my ear: "You are such a good kitten. You please me so well. I love you, baby."

"Than…Mistress…," I whimpered as well as I could.

"Look up, kitten," she commanded, "look in the mirror so you can see your Mistress fucking you." I glanced up, taking in the sight of the two of us. Tara looked wild with her soaking bangs swaying over her eyes. The second our eyes locked she ordered me, "Come for me, kitten," and I saw stars as my body shook and quivered.

I clenched my teeth and lifted my hand from the sink to cover my mouth, needing to scream and not wanting to at the same time. I bit down on the skin and felt another climax explode on top of the first.

Then I felt her cool hands stroking my face and her arms wrapped around my waist. "Are you ready for me to pull out, love?" she asked gently and I nodded. She pulled out slowly and gently, pulling off the condom and tossing it in the trash. "Are you ok, baby?" she checked and again I nodded. I leaned over the sink, breathing heavily with tears running down my face. The entire experience had been so intense that I couldn't help the wave of emotions I felt: pleasure, pain, gratefulness that Tara would make my fantasies come true, love, joy, and so many more. She stroked my hair and after a minute I felt her hands turning me to face her. Gently she kissed me and then wrapped me in her arms for a loving hug. "I love you," she whispered as she kissed my tears.

"I know," I choked out, "thank you, Tara."

"For you, baby," she told me as she again kissed me. She stepped away for a moment to pick up her bag and pulled a ziplock from it, putting both toys in it and putting both back in her bag. "Do you need help cleaning up, love?" she asked.

"No," I smiled, "give me a minute and I'll join you at the table." She kissed me again and started toward the door. "Tara," I said as I reached out and grabbed her hand.

"Yes, love," she responded, turning back with a worried look on her face.

"Can we go home soon so the kitten can show her Mistress how much she enjoyed her evening?"

A smirk crossed her face as she responded, "I'll go tell Buffy and Anya that we're ready to go."

Part 14B
Switch

The ride home was surprisingly quiet. By the time I got back to the table, Tara had told Anya and Buffy that we were ready to go. Despite her rather ribald and rabid display of heterosexuality, Buffy yawned and said she too was ready to go. The four of us stood in the parking lot as we waited for Xander, watching women coming to the club and others leaving in various states of inebriation. And honestly, none of them had anything on Anya or Buffy. If there'd been caveman mixture in their drinks, both of them would have been scratching and grunting with gusto.

Xander pulled up and got out of the car with a sideways look at Tara as if he thought she should have controlled everyone else somewhat. Of course she had certainly controlled me tonight. Mmm. And more later from what she said. Oh God.

"Xander," Anya slurred, "I just stuck dollars in a lot of sexy men's underwear. You need to take me home so we can have orgasms."

He blushed and shrugged at the three of us. As usual, none of us even batted an eye. Anya was horny and inappropriate any evening so of course she would be even more so tonight. It was like Anya squared or maybe cubed.

"The woman does like her orgasms," Buffy slurred. "Do I need to go patrol?" she asked as she got in the back seat of the Jeep.

Xander quirked his eyebrow as if to say, "what as drunk as you are?" and told her that he and Giles had taken care of it. As if in response, Buffy closed her eyes and started snoring.

"Bye, Xander," I called as Tara and I got in the car. As Tara drove, I thought back over the evening. Her hand rested on my knee in a gentle yet firm way, showing the tenderness of her love for me, almost in contrast to our activities not thirty minutes earlier. Not that they weren't loving but …getting fucked up the ass in a bathroom? Not exactly everyone's idea of a romantic interlude. Nonetheless. Wow and did I mention wow? And she had teased me about doing the same thing again when we got home. Or punishing me. God, I was so gone. Hers. Completely. Totally. Hers.

I glanced over and she was driving with almost a smirk on her face. Adorable.

For a few minutes I tried to think of something to say. Something that would express what the evening meant to me. Something more so that would be appropriate to say with Buffy seemingly asleep in the backseat. Quickly I gave up and we rode home in silence. Tara woke Buffy who snapped to attention, fists curled before understanding that we were home. I wondered if she'd be asleep before she was even in bed. We followed her up the stairs and watched that she made it into her room. Then Tara nodded at our room and followed Buffy. Obviously she was going to take off the Slayer's boots before joining me.

The detour gave me time to get into Kitten mode. I quickly used the bathroom and undressed, putting away my clothes before putting on my collar and kneeling in the center of the room. Since my eyes were down, I only heard Tara enter the room but didn't see her. She didn't address me but I could hear her slowly undressing. When she was finished she went into the bathroom and I heard the water running for a few minutes. Then I heard her footsteps padding softly across the floor and the sound of her lying down on the bed. "Join me, Kitten," she commanded.

I rose and walked over before joining her on the bed. "Lie on your back," she whispered and I obeyed immediately. Part of my mind wondered what might be coming. She started stroking my stomach lightly, allowing her fingertips to tickle at the base of my breasts. I closed my eyes and took a breath to force myself on the sensation and felt myself slipping gently into a more submissive space.

"You are such a wonderful, Kitten," she whispered as her fingertips traced my collar. My collar. I loved wearing it so much. In just a few months I had gotten so used to it. It was something that just belongs on my neck. Something that says everything about my position and my love for my Mistress.

"Thank you, Mistress," I responded.

"It's all about power, isn't it?"

"Power, Tara?" I answered, completely confused. I was even more confused as I felt her fingers pinch the clasp to release my collar.

"Let's see," Tara purred. I looked up to see her fastening the collar on her own neck.

"What, what, what…are you doing, Tara?" I asked.

"What have you learned, Willow?" Tara asked intently. She looked in my eye for a moment before looking shyly away.

My mind spun as I tried to understand what she was saying. Ok, not understand. My IQ is 178 and I scored a 1540 on the SAT, I think I can understand. But what am I going to do? Tara wants me to top her. What? No, really. I mean what?

I looked to Tara for some guidance but she had her eyes coyly demurely cast toward the bedspread. When I had come to the bed, she had been lying mostly on her front and a little on her side to reach out and pet me. Now she had moved her hands by her sides and simply waited for my word. For some instruction.

None. No instruction.

No…

Nothing…

Ok. Try to focus. I raised one hand and gently stroked Tara's arm. So soft under my fingers and I reversed the motion. This time she shivered slightly. Really, what does she want? What would I want? I stroked her skin again, bringing my nails into it. She shivered at the touch. Again, I repeated the motion, a little harder and heard her moan quietly.

"What do you want, baby?" I whispered in her ear.

"Whatever you want, Willow," she whispered back, seeming a little embarrassed.

Ok something to focus on. "What is your safeword, slave?' I asked her. She needed to know that this was serious. To me the the collar is sacred as she well knows. If she wants to put it on, she will put it on.

"Handkerchief," she giggled, "Mistress. Handkerchief is my safeword." I laughed out loud at her choice, knowing how Giles's habit of cleaning his glasses anytime anything sexy happened was funny to her.

Ideas crowded my mind. "We will start slow," I whispered as I wound my fingertips in her hair. My nails continued their journey, marking her beautiful white skin with red lines. "Your skin looks so gorgeous like this, baby," I whispered, "does it feel good?"

"Yes," she moaned.

I continued stroking her back and ran my fingertips over the wisps of hair at the base of her neck. "We're starting slow," I again assured her as I ran my hand down her back until it rested on her ass. "Have I ever told you how much I love your ass?"

"No,…" a few beats went by as she obviously considered her next word. "Mistress."

"Oh," I smiled, "I like the sound of that. I'll be your Mistress tonight and you can be my little slave." My fingertips ran down the crack of her ass and I heard her inhale sharply. I gently tickled her tight sphincter with the tip of one finger. "Such a beautiful ass," I murmured, "and virginal too." As her first and only lover, I was all too aware of the virginal state of her tight ring. I felt wet just thinking about it. Would she safeword?

"Just thinking about your white ass, has made me all wet, slave," I growled.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," she whimpered as I dug my fingernails harder into her skin. I stood suddenly and went to retrieve the box of toys from the closet, aware of the feeling of trepidation emanating from her. I pulled a pair of handcuffs from the box and waved them at her, motioning with my hand for her to roll over on the bed.

As I fastened her wrists to the headboard I whispered my instruction: "A good slave knows how to keep her Mistress happy." I bent to gently kiss her before tucking a bell in her hand. "That's your safeword," I told her, "because your mouth will be very busy." I gave her no time before climbing up to straddle her face. God, I was fucking dripping down her chin already. I'll tell you what though, my lover is nothing if not a great lay. I mean what do you think got me so into her years ago? Ok, that and falling in love with her. But the moment her mouth hit my cunt the first time, I knew I would never miss boys.

And she didn't disappoint this time. No. Not a bit. She slowly licked every millimeter of my pussy, soaking up my wetness before concentrating on my clit. "Oh God," I moaned, "that's the way, baby. Oh yeah, my little slave." I've always loved when she talks to me during our play and this was at least as much of a turn-on. "Look at you," I whispered, "tied to the bed. Sucking your Mistress's pussy. Such a good little slave." She redoubled her efforts, licking and sucking, thrusting her tongue inside until I came screaming, my hands clenching the headboard.

After I recovered, I leaned back on my knees and looked at her. God, she looked so amazing tied there, my juices running down her chin. I reached down and tweaked one nipple lightly. When she arched into it, I repeated the motion on the other side. "Oh," I exclaimed as I began pulling and pinching on her hard nipples, "someone likes the feeling. Someone likes the pain."

"Yes, Mistress," she moaned.

"Is it a surprise?" I teased.

"Y-y-yes," she stuttered and I knew I had hit on something very intimate for her. Would it be possible for her to use this experience to move beyond her past? I bent my lips close to her ear and whispered, "Would you like your Mistress to free you of your fear?"

Her voice cracked as she quietly said, "Yes, Mistress. Please."

"Roll over," I instantly commanded. She did with some difficulty. Her arms crossed as she did so and I left them that way. I did have her lift her hips so I could slide a pillow under them though.

I ran my hand over her ass before asking, "Now slave. Who does this fine white ass belong to?"

"My Mistress," she said, trembling.

"Do you want me to spank it?" I asked.

"Yes, please," she whimpered back.

"What?" I teased.

"Yes, please," she answered. Apparently enjoying the game she continued: "Please Mistress. If you think this slave is worth it, please spank her white ass."

I know my mouth curled into a smirk. How could it not? I had no idea this would be such a turn on. But God. I mean really…God!

"Mmm," I hummed as I ran my palm over her cheeks. I leaned forward so that my mouth was up against her ear. "You were so naughty tonight, Tara," I teased. I didn't worry that she wouldn't understand, but it was an excuse for what I was about to do. "I think you need a nice spanking for the way you acted at the club tonight."

I could smell her wetness already. "Oh yes, Mistress," she whispered, "please spank me and teach me a lesson."

"There are many lessons you have to learn," I told her. I surprised her with a quick snapping slap to her ass.

"One. Thank you, Mistress," she said.

"Well," I teased, "apparently you don't need to be taught that lesson. You will always count and thank your Mistress unless told otherwise." I spanked her two quick slaps to her warming skin.

"Two. Thank you. Three. Thank you, Mistress," she said again.

Oh this was definitely fun and worth the effort. Quite fun times to be had for a time to come. The spanking and counting continued through four and up to ten. I ran my hand over her pink skin as I thought out loud, "I wonder if that is enough. What do you think?"

"W-whatever pleases you," she answered. Oh, a mistake. You'd think she'd know better than that.

"Oh, sweetie," I said, "I can't believe you forgot to call me by name." I began peppering her gorgeous bottom with slaps as I told her, "I had been planning to stop at ten. But you forgot a rule."

"Oh God. Sixteen. Thank you, Mistress," she whimpered.

"Or maybe you didn't forget at all…," I teased.

"Seventeen. Thank you," she said. I could feel her relaxing into the pain. Relaxing into my control.

"Maybe you just wanted to make your Mistress spank your pretty ass more," I continued.

"Eighteen. Thank you," she said with a hint of excitement in her voice. Oh yes, this was more like it.

"Is that it? Were you trying to trick your Mistress into a spanking?"

"No, Mistress," she whimpered, "Nineteen. Thank you."

"But you did want more?"

"Y-yes," she whimpered, "yes. Mistress. Twenty. Thank you."

A few more and she would be coming on the pillow. I didn't want that though. Not yet. I added three more spanks with her counting and thanking me for each. "Who does this ass belong to, slave?" I asked her on the next spank.

"You, Mistress. Thank you. Twenty-four," she gasped. She was grinding her hips into the pillow. If this wasn't her first time, I would definitely forbid that as she had forbidden me to do it in our play.

"Such a pretty ass," I commented as I ran my hand over the now reddened skin. It didn't quite burn to the touch but it was definitely warm. She would need some TLC and lotion when we were all done. In the meantime. "One more," I said smirking.

"Thank you," she nearly shouted, "Mistress. Twenty-five." I could hear the desperate need in her voice as she said the final number.

"Roll back over love," I commanded in a soft loving voice, puling the pillow from under her as she did so. I noted how tender her bottom obviously was by the way she gently allowed it to touch the sheet. As soon as she had rolled over, I began stroking her skin. I placed soft kisses on her neck and lips. "I'm so proud of you, love," I told her lovingly. "You took that spanking so well for your first time."

"Thank you, Mistress," she moaned.

"I think you deserve a reward, slave," I said as I lowered my fingers to her soaking wet pussy. "Tell me what your Mistress is responsible for," I said, knowing that my ending a sentence in a preposition would make her crazy and not really caring.

"M-my punishment and my p-p-pleasure, Mistress," she moaned as I filled her pussy with three fingers.

"Mmm," I whispered, "so wet. So ready for your Mistress." I pumped my fingers rapidly in and out feeling the tell-tale signs of her impending orgasm. Knowing it was near, I slowly pulled entirely out. "Oh," I teased, "was that too quick?"

"As you wish, M-mistress," she stuttered. I could feel the tension in her body as she attempted to control her breathing. I slowly slid down her body and began kissing her thighs, licking up her delicious juices. She was absolutely soaked, breathing heavily, clenching her teeth to keep from screaming. And I hadn't even touched her clit yet.

I ran my tongue from the bottom of her cunt in a long slow line up to her clit avoiding the sensitive nub, then repeated the action on the other side. I could hear inarticulate moans and grunts and knew it was time to reward my slave while showing her what it means to be mine. Gently I flicked the tip of my tongue against her clit. As I did, I took the three fingers which had been in her cunt and lowered them to touch against her sphincter. Her juices transferred easily onto her hole which tightened at my touch. I knew she was nervous about this. How could I not have known after all these years? "Do you want to make your Mistress happy?" I whispered as I continued brushing her clit with my tongue.

"Yes," she nearly screamed, "Please Mistress. Do whatever you want with your slave."

At her final word, I slid a finger into her ass. Oh god, I nearly came myself as I felt her tight smooth opening taking me in. I would do everything with her. Everything for her. I sucked her clit as hard as I could and felt her coming, her ass tightening on my finger, her pussy bucking against my soaking chin.

Long moments or seconds or minutes later, we lay cuddled on the bed. She had a look on her face of languid peacefulness that I knew well. I unbuckled the collar for her and kissed her over and over. "I'll be back in a second, love," I whispered. I returned with a washcloth and lotion and gently cleaned her up before asking her to roll over so I could lotion her reddened bottom.

Then I lay on my back and gathered her tired body in my arms. "I love you so much, Tara," I murmured into her hair over and over, feeling her arms wrapped around my middle as we both drifted into sleep.

To be continued...

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