The Day My Life Changed
Copyright© 2013 by Memory Heap
Chapter 27: Love Conquers Demons
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 27: Love Conquers Demons - My life changed forever the day that my car died and I wandered into a bar to get some help. Her name was Dani, and she showed me a world that I never knew existed.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Spanking First Oral Sex Masturbation Sex Toys Squirting Exhibitionism
We were on our way to the farm, and I for one was really looking forward to being there. It was a chance for us to be together, to maybe get up to some hijinks of the sexual variety, to maybe do some wedding planning, but above all to just be with each other.
As we were getting ready to leave, Dani had looked at the pile of clothes I had laid out. “I doubt you’re going to need all of that.”
“Why not? We might want to go out to supper one night, or even to go dancing or clubbing.”
“Well, first there’s the whole issue of whether you’ll be wearing any clothes, and then there might be the problem of you being able to get out of your stall to go anywhere, clothes or no clothes.”
When I turned to look at her, I guess my jaw must have dropped open as her statement sunk in. There was only a serious expression on her face. Before I could start sputtering my way through some indignant comments, she finally had to give it up and she started laughing. She pulled me into a hug, grabbing my ass and squeezing it. “Sometimes, you are just too easy.” I reached down and pinched her butt, getting a bit of a squeal in reply.
“Serves you right. Threatening me like that.”
“It might be a promise if you get out of line.” She gave me a quick kiss, then went on, “Besides, you had mentioned wanting try riding again, and you know that starts with being naked.”
“Gonna make me ride with a big old dildo stuffed in me?”
“Hey, don’t knock it. I hated it at first, but it’s a great way to learn to control a horse, especially considering that you’d be riding bareback. The orgasms are really strong, mainly because there’s also this element of fear since you’re afraid you’ll lose control and fall off when you come.”
“And I suppose there’s also the element of fear that you might get whipped if you do come while you’re up there.”
“Yeah, there’s that too. Eve tended to ration orgasms when she was teaching me something, and she doesn’t whip for pleasure very often. She has done me like that, but I had to have accomplished something really good for it.”
I suddenly flashed back to the whipping Dani had given me on the night we met, and I could feel myself getting damp. “So, you didn’t get done very often like the first time you whipped me?”
“No, not at all.” She leaned her head back a little so she could look into my eyes. “That night is still so special to me. You were such a virgin, and you just took everything I threw at you, and then you came so hard when I finished you off, and squirted all over me. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I think that might have actually been when I fell in love with you.”
I giggled a little. “Then? Not later when you were trying your best to fuck me to death?”
She grinned as she remembered that evening. “Well, I think that may have added to it. I was just so blown away by the way you just accepted everything I was doing to you: stripping you, shaving you, making you eat me, whipping you, and yes, trying to fuck you to death.” She pulled me in for a long kiss, and I felt myself getting even wetter, even as another one of those warm, fuzzy pulses went through me.
When the kiss ended, I found myself lost in her eyes for a moment. All I could see there was love, and kindness, and I paused to think about what I was going to ask, or suggest, because I didn’t know how she would react. I finally decided that the worst that could happen was that she would refuse.
I was hesitant as I put the thought out. “Dani? When we’re at the farm ... were you planning on maybe hanging me up, and working me over once more?”
She stepped out of my arms. “What?” She shook her head, almost violently. “No, no, no!” I couldn’t read her expression, was afraid of what she was thinking. “Why are you asking? Why do you think I would?” The words were shotgunning out of her.
I pulled her back into my arms, kissing her everywhere on her face, running my fingers though her hair. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”
I could feel her heart pounding against my breasts, and her breathing was a little ragged. It took her a moment to calm down. Finally, she took a deep breath and asked, “Where is this coming from? Why would you think I’d want to whip you? We agreed your slave training was over a while ago, and I didn’t want to do that training but you insisted. I was so afraid you’d leave me over what I was doing to you.”
I opened my arms to release her, but put a hand on the side of her face and kissed her softly, tenderly. I needed a little distance between us so I could study her reaction, so I took both of her hands in mine and held her at arm’s length. I took my own deep breath, giving me time to gather my thoughts for what I was about to say.
“That first day, in the first few minutes when we met, you told me that you were a dominant lesbian, and that you ... how did you put it? Oh, yes. You said you took pretty little girls like me, and bent them to your will. You turned them into your slaves, and you trained them to serve you.” I gave a quick little smile, remembering how she had unbuttoned my blouse and was massaging my bare breasts as she spoke.
“You scared the hell out of me, and then you proceeded to do just as you said—you made me eat you and make you come, but then when you whipped me, you made me come like I never had before. You made me nearly drown you when I squirted, something I had never done. You did that, with your whips and your fingers, and I think I may have fallen in love with you as you gave me the greatest sex I had ever known. Even before you tried to fuck me to death with that monster dildo.”
This time it was Dani’s turn to give me a quick smile, no doubt as she was remembering the events of that first meeting. She looked like she was about to say something, but I held up a hand to forestall her so I could finish what I needed to get out.
“You told me, straight out, that you were a dominant, and then proceeded to show me what that truly meant. I became your slave for a month in order to learn what it would mean to be in a relationship like that. We both decided that, after my training, we would be equals in everything, especially as we were preparing to get married. And I fully accept that, and I think we should be equals, because I think that’s important to both of us.
“But I also know that being dominant is simply who you are. It’s ingrained in your very being. But it’s not who I am. I’m the more submissive one of us. Yes, I’m the manager at work, and I can handle being the boss in professional situations, and I know I’m pretty good at it. But when it comes to sex, I don’t always see myself as being on an equal footing. If you were to push me to my knees right now, I’d gladly eat your pussy, and get massively turned on by doing it, but I can’t see myself pushing you to your knees to get my pussy eaten. Yes, I would want you to eat me, but I’d hope you’d do it because you wanted to, and not because I made you.
“That first night, you whipped me because you wanted to do it. At the farm, you whipped me again as part of my training, but you also made sure to make me come really hard, whether it was from whipping me, or from sharing me with your friends. The sex with us just keeps getting better as we get to know each other more and more, and get closer together.
“I think what I’m really trying to say is that I don’t want to see you push down your dominant side just because we agreed to be equals. I think we can be complete equals when it comes to the way we live, and the decisions we make in our lives. But if you ever feel the need to strip me and tie me up or whip me, or push my face in your pussy, just to satisfy some urge for control, and especially when sex would be involved, then go for it. I’ll be just as horny as you, I’ll have all the orgasms you’ll let me have, and I’ll love you all the more knowing that you’re doing it because you want it to be with me, and that you love me.”
Astonishingly, Dani didn’t move, didn’t say anything, but tears started rolling down her face from both eyes. I was afraid I had hurt her, or shamed her, and I let go of her hands in order to take her into my arms. I was so in love with her that all I wanted to do was comfort her, but she held up a hand and shook her head, hard enough that the next flood of tears went sideways.
I wasn’t sure how to react. She just stared into my eyes, and let the tears flow down her face, making no move to wipe them away. Should I get some tissues, should I brush her arms aside and hug her? I ended up just returning her stare, and waiting for the emotional storm to pass.
She finally took a long, shuddering breath, and her voice was shaky as she said, “You get me. You really get me.” At my kind of quizzical look, she continued, “You really understand me. You can feel how I am, and why I did what I did to you on that first day. It’s ... I don’t know ... it’s like some kind of need inside me.
“I don’t know where it comes from. Maybe from losing my parents, maybe from having such lack of control when I was in foster care, or in juvie. It kind of came out more after Eve trained me, and then when there were other girls available to me in the bar. And then ... the day you came into the bar ... I saw you, and you were so beautiful and seemed so available. I just had to have you, I had to control you, and you just let me do all those things to you.
“And then, you disappeared. I thought you were gone forever. I thought I had gone too far, scared you too much. And then you came back. But you said you wanted to be treated the same way I had treated you ... to show you what my lifestyle was all about. I knew then that I had to have you in my life forever. And what you just said ... I don’t have any words. I know I love you more now than I did when we met, more than I would have thought possible. I love you, Kelli. I will never do anything to hurt you. You are my heart and soul.
“You’re telling me that I can be what I was ... what I am. That I can let my inner demons out and control you when the dark mood comes over me and I need to be in total control of the sex. I promise you that you will have all the orgasms you can handle, even if I’m bringing them out with a whip or a dildo. And again, I will never hurt you. I might leave a few stripes on your body, but I will never draw blood, never make you want to leave me. I couldn’t handle that. You are the most important part of me, and you make me whole.”
The tears that had continued to stream down her face now turned into soul-wracking sobs, and I pulled her into me, wrapping my arms so tightly around her that I didn’t think she could breathe. I didn’t say anything, didn’t try to utter nonsensical words. I just held her and let her get it all out. I loved this woman and wanted nothing to hurt her, or to make her think she shouldn’t be part of my life.
It seemed to take forever, but was probably no more than three or four minutes before I felt her trying to pull back from my embrace. I loosened my grip, and when I could see her face, I raised a hand to wipe away her tears, and softly said, “I’m sorry I made you cry. I know it goes against your tough-girl image.”
She smiled through tear-filled eyes. “That’s one.” I threw my head back and laughed from the bottom of my soul. Just hearing that, her code for punishment strokes, I knew that all was right with us. I kissed her as hard as I could, my tongue shooting into her mouth. I felt her teeth briefly closing on my appendage, and then her tongue wrestling with mine. My arousal began climbing. We were either going to be heading out to the car, or heading to the nearest bed. “I love you. I want you.”
With a grin, I asked, “Are you about to push me to my knees and pull my face into that smelly old pussy of yours?”
“I should, but I’ll wait until you’re naked at the farm. I think you’re going to spend a lot of time naked while we’re at the farm. It’ll make it a lot easier to spank you, or whip you, or make you come.”