Trinity Dejavu

I’ve never written erotic fiction before (so don’t be to harsh), the following is adapted from an IM conversation with a work colleague. Well, not exactly a conversation, I wrote, she read….

“I’m thinking you would look very sexy on your knees”.

Eyes down, you lift your hands and whisper “Bind me Mistress”.

I wrap a cord around your wrists and secure them together. Softly stroking your hair with one hand, I pull you to you to your feet and lead you away.

I stand you facing a wall and hook your bound wrists over a peg holding you immobile. I tear your jeans down and bare your soft smooth behind. “You will be mine girl, ask me for my collar.”

“NO!!!!!” you say, “You might have tied my wrists but I’m the boss here!”

“Are you?” I whisper and stroke your bare bottom with my nails. Seconds later you hear a sharp crack and feel your hips pressed to the wall, almost delayed the skin on your bottom erupts in a wave of heat.

A second and a third spank strikes your bare flesh in quick succession, before you feel soft soothing fingers running over your painful bottom. I lean close and kiss your ear, whispering “So girl, do you want my collar or shall I continue?”

I roughly push your feet apart and you slip down slightly, unable to straighten up with your legs parted. I spank your bare bottom again before gripping the tender flesh of your cheeks. A hand comes up your back to your hair and pulls your head back.

“You will be mine girl, I always get what I want.”

Pressing you up against the wall and gripping your hair with one hand, I spank your bottom with the other. You gasp, your breath coming hard, the sensation filling your whole body. I kiss your ears softly and stroke your tender bottom.

“Who do you belong to girl? Do you submit?”

“No,” you whisper, “I’m… The… Boss…”

I lean against you, biting your shoulder and digging my nails into your tender bottom.

“Are you girl? I don’t think so”

“Nooo!!” you scream and wiggle against me furiously. I press my hand to your sex and feel its hot moisture.

“But your body is mine girl”.

“Isn’t,” you whisper, almost moaning. I grip your bottom hard, pull you head back by your hair and suck on your ear.

“Isn’t it girl?”

“Noo, no,” you whisper.

“No what girl?”

You hesitate for a second, I gasp harder and pull your hair and bite your neck.

“No What girl?”

“No mistress,” you whisper, your eyes looking down in shame.

“Good girl,” I whisper between kissing and suckling on your ear, pulling your face to the side and kissing you softly. Pausing to savour the touch before kissing you again deeply, I grip your bottom hard and feel your body rise and fall in my grip.

“You know what I want to hear girl,” I whisper between kisses. I press you to the wall hard with my whole body and softly pat your behind.

“Ask for my collar!”

Still panting, slowly you come to your senses. “Don’t call me girl. I’m not your girl.”

I slide my hand up between your legs and slip two fingers straight into your hot moist sex. “Oh but you are, girl. I’m just allowing you to admit what your body has already decided.”

Gripping your neck with her other hand I pin you to the wall hard. “You are already mine.”

“Hmmmm,” I say confidently, removing my hand from your sex, “perhaps I should let your body speak for itself?”

I leave you hung up against the wall and return a moment later, rubbing something cool and hard against your tender bottom, running it along your soft curves and across the back of your neck.

“Do you know what this is girl? This is your last chance.”

Sliding it slowly down your back I switch the device on low, and a soft vibration tingles against your skin. I run the tip of the dildo against your bare cheeks before spanking you softly.

“Now girl, I’m going to spank you softly and you’re going to hold onto this, drop it and we will both know what your body wants.” I slip the vibe gently into your sex, your eyes grow wide and you gasp as it slides in without resistance.

“Hold on tight girl!” I whisper before letting go of the vibe.

You squeal as you hold on, gripping it inside you, its gentle vibrations spreading through your lower body. I pull your head back by your hair and slap your bottom gently.

“I’m not your girl!” you say and push the vibe out, it falls to the floor with a clatter.

“Oh my, girl, we are going to have to work on that rebellious streak! Nothing like a girl with a little spirit.” Picking up the vibe I place it horizontally between your legs, the tip just touching your sensitive nub. You hear a lound smack and a second later you lift yourself onto to your tip toes reflexively, gasping as an intense heat seems to spead out from your tender backside.

Again and again you hear the crack of a bare hand striking your bottom, the sensations building one on top the other. I stop and press myself to your back and kiss your neck, soothing your tender bottom with my hand.

“Now girl, you will try again, or I will turn you around and spank your sex like that.”

Your eyes widen in shock.

“Now girl, we will try that again won’t we.” You nod your head, unable to speak, the thought of your sensitive sex being punished has stunned you into silence. I kiss the back of your neck as I slip the vibrator from its position and place its tip against your sex.

“You will hold it this time, won’t you girl?”

You force yourself to nod slowly, the rebellion burns like a fire in your eyes.

The vibrator slides into you sex with almost no resistance – you know you will have to grip it tightly, you are your own woman, not somebody’s girl, even if she happens to have the upper hand.

A tingling sensation fills your hips again and I press you against the wall, my hands reaching round and cupping your breasts. I kiss your neck softly. “Now girl, let’s see shall we.”

I stroke your tender bottom whispering “My poor girl, I will look after you soon enough”.

I kiss your shoulder along to your neck and blow softly against your ear.

“That won’t work,” you say, “I’m not your girl!”

I pull your hair with one hand and grip your bare tender bottom with the other, my nails digging in to your flesh, the warm sensation spreading from your cheeks. The vibrator’s soft humming feels like it’s building inside you.

“I’m not your girl,” you whisper. You try to relax and keep composure, but your grip doesn’t feel as secure.

“It won’t drop,” you think to yourself, “I’m my own woman.”

I pull your head back by your hair and bite your ear lobe, a gasp escapes your lips and the dildo seems to move. Your eyes wide, panting as the gentle vibrations fill your sex, your nub aching for attention. You hold on tight. “Soon sweetie, soon you will be my girl.”

“I… won’t,” you pant as I pat your bottom, gripping your hair tightly and gently biting your shoulder.

“You are,” I whisper.

“Nnn.. no,” you almost moan.

The vibratrations are making it impossible to tell if you have a good grip or not – you strain your muscles holding on as tightly as you can, the sensation in your sex is making it harder and harder to concentrate. I hold your hair back and kiss up the back of your neck. “Now girl, you’re mine.”

You gasp and depsite your best efforts the dildo slips to the ground.

I pick it up and slide it between your legs, not quite touching your sensitive clit. “You’re my girl arnt you?”

A soft moan escapes your lips – you need the vibe, you need it to touch you, you want it.

“Ye..s… yes” you whisper. Pressing the tip against your swollen clit for a second I feel your body start to tense in my grip.

“Good girl,” I say, kissing your neck, “but you have to ask.”

Swallowing hard, you don’t want to say, but you need to, your whole body screams at you.

“Pp.please mistress.”

The sensations from the vibe reaching your sex keeping you on the edge – I press the tip to your clit for a second again and bite your neck softly. “Ask me, girl.”

In the moments silence that follows, broken only by the gentle hum of the vibrator your eyes look down and you sigh “I’m s-so tired. P-please let me rest.”

“I will keep you here all night pet, you know you are mine.”

I stand back a little and tap the vibrator against your sex. “So close girl, so very very close, your body has already betrayed you.”

Your legs are quivering on the verge of orgasm, but you are denied – the attention of the vibe on your sex only serving to keep you on the edge, your breath escaping in short pants.

“All you have to do is ask”.

Your body heaves against mine. So close, you whisper “please mistress”.

“Pardon girl?”

“Please Mistress.. p.lease!”

I press the vibe to your clit hard and scratch my fingernails down your back leaving red trails. Your head rolls back and eyes wide you moan “OoohhhhHH!”

I bite your neck softly and feel you tighten in my grip. You shudder hard against me as the orgasm so long denied erupts from your sex and consumes your whole body – you pull against your bound wrists, stretching yourself. A squeal escapes and becomes a solid moan as I hold you tightly and whisper “That’s my girl.”

Panting, I lift you down from the peg and carry you over to the bed – your legs and arms are weak and you can barely stand. Holding you close in my arms I stroke your hair, whispering “Good girl, it’s ok now, I’ve got you.”

A moment passes and you look up me with tears in your eyes and kiss me softly. “Thank you Mistress.”

Lifting yourself up you offer me your wrists still bound.

“Collar me Mistress, I’m Yours”.

Thanks go to Mariana for proof reading, you’re awesome!!