Starry's Loft ~ Erotica

[starrynitesfemme]

When Darkness Falls ~ part three


The morning sunlight danced along my back as I slowly came awake. Stretching slowly, I gasped, and remembered the reason I was sleeping on my belly. My back was sore and felt raw as I carefully tested movement. Dropping my head back on my pillow I felt tears roll down my cheek and drip from my chin, dropping to the sheets. With a tremulous sigh, I brushed my hair out of my face and remembered the look of disappointment on Your face the night before.

Slowly, carefully I pushed myself up and sat on the edge of my bed. I had to have a shower, I was hoping that the warm water would ease the ache in my back and make my movement less strained. Making my way into my bathroom, I stood staring at my reflection for a moment. Shaking my head at myself I moved to the shower and stepped into the warm spray. I gasped as the fierce spray hit my tender flesh, and reached blindly behind me to turn down the force of the water.

Leaning my forehead against the cool tile, I let the warm water run over my flesh, easing the stiffness, as the tears began to fall again dropping at my feet to join the water as it circled down the drain. Why had I done it? Why had I gone against what You had said? Why had I disobeyed You? Most importantly, how would I ever face You again, knowing I had disappointed You so? My thoughts swirled round and round in my head. Shaking my head to clear it, I reached up for my soap and began to wash my body, hoping somehow to wash away the previous nights events at the same time.

"Girl?" You said from the other room, startling me. I reached to turn off the water, squeezing the water our of my hair as I said: "Yes Sir, I will be right there." Drying myself quickly, I wrapped my robe around me and padded out to my bedroom to find You sitting in the easy chair in the corner. Dropping to my knees at Your feet, I lay my head upon Your knee and began to cry in earnest. "I....I....I am so very sorry Sir." I managed to get out. I felt Your hand upon my head, smoothing my still damp hair away from my face. I heard Your sigh as You leaned back in the chair. Looking up at You, I could see the concern....and something else on Your face.

"We need to talk, girl." You said quietly. The quietness, and the tone You were using made me uneasy. "I won't ever disobey You again Sir." I whispered. "Yes, yes I believe you sweet girl, but that is not what we need to discuss." "Yes, Sir?" I asked quietly, awaiting what You wished to discuss.

Standing up, You moved over to stand by the window, I could feel Your distress, Your unrest.... Something was obviously very wrong. Turning around, You gazed down at me, still kneeling in front of the chair. "I am releasing you." You said with finality. "Sir?" I asked bewildered.

"I can no longer mentor you. I must release you." You said again. "But, Sir..." I said as tears began to run down my cheeks. "I promise to behave better, I promise never to disobey You again." I quickly crawled to where You stood, kneeling at Your feet, pressing my forehead to Your knees. You dropped Your head back, expelling Your breath in a heavy sigh. Your hand dropped down to pet my head, as quiet descended on the room. The only sounds Your breathing and my own. The tears continued to run down my cheeks at the thought of You releasing me, no longer mentoring me. How could it be, I could not imagine?

"Lines have been crossed little one, and the only way, the only honorable way to fix this situation....is for me to release you." Your voice was soft and husky in the quiet room. "But Sir, please, I am sorry, I will not disobey You again... I will accept any punishment You wish me too, only.. please, Sir.... I can't imagine...." I whispered against Your knee, already wet with my tears. A soft sigh came from deep within Your chest, "I know you don't understand, sweet girl, but this is how it must be."

"I have to go sweet girl, I am giving a demo this evening and have much to do to prepare. I will call you later to check on you." And with that and a soft kiss to my cheek, You were gone.

I knelt there, for a long time, reflecting on what had just transpired. Why would You release me? Was it my misbehavior? But, no You seemed, almost...sad. A thought occurred to me then. A thought that made my heart sing and a smile slowly tilt up the corners of my lips. What if You had released me because You had feelings for me, other than a Mentor to Her charge? What if You had released me, not because You were angry with me, but because You felt what I had felt in the alley that night? An indescribable connection, a heady state of desire...something I had felt shame for, knowing You did not feel the same. But.. what if You did?

A smile on the corners of my lips, I began to formulate a plan. I would go to the Dungeon this night. I would go, not as Your charge but rather as simply a submissive. Nodding my head to myself I went into the bathroom to get ready for the evening ahead of me.

As the hours passed, I again bathed, preparing myself outwardly as well as inwardly for what was to come. Standing in front of the mirror, I carefully applied my makeup. Walking nude from the bathroom, I sat upon the edge of my bed. Slowly I slipped my foot into one thigh high stocking and drew it up my leg, followed by the other. Slipping on a soft black knee length leather skirt, I quickly zipped up the zipper and walked over to my closet, I reached in, taking out the black corset I had yet to wear. I Had been nervous and shy about wearing it, but tonight was definitely the night for it. Slipping into the corset, I called my roommate in to tighten the laces behind me. There was some debate over which shoes to wear....the thigh high black boots...or the black stilettos? After she left, I decided to opt for the stilettos and turned to the full length mirror.

Reaching up, I let down my hair, feeling it cascade over my shoulders as I looked at my reflection. Smiling softly, I turned slowly, looking at myself from all directions. Catching sight of the time, I quickly grabbed my floor length black cape and drew it over my shoulders, fastening it at the neck. If I did not hurry, I would be late, so with one last glance in the mirror, I left for the Dungeon.


Later...

As I entered the Dungeon, I took several deep breaths, trying to calm my mind and still my clamoring nerves. I had never entered a Dungeon before without You. From the stairs where I stood, I could see the full length of the dungeon. The ceilings were open, showing the black painted duct work giving the space an open, but somehow sinister feeling. The lighting was subdued and though there was enough light to see clearly, it seemed dim and intimate. There were people milling about in small groups but voices were kept low and quiet. Gazing around the cavernous room, I saw to my right a scaffolding, from which a submissive could be hung, suspended or placed in any manner a Dominant could wish. Turning my head slightly, I saw a leather bench, obviously a spanking bench and blushed lightly. In the far right corner stood a free standing St. Andrews cross, a nude female submissive was chained to it, her back covered in red welts. Making my way down the stairs, I kept my eyes downcast. If Sir was giving a demonstration, I assumed it would be in the back room. Making way through the crowd I walked down the hallway and stepped into the doorway of the back room.

Tentatively stepping forward, I watched from the back of the crowd as You spoke to another Domme at the front of the room. I caught my breath as You turned a bit, taking in all of You. Black leather boots, black leather pants, and a black T-shirt....a quick smile darted across Your face as You said something to Your friend and then Your back was to me again. Taking a deep breath, I stepped closer, through the crowd until I was in the front row. Watching as You prepared the table beside You, laying out Your collection of canes and a variety of floggers. I gasped softly, realizing exactly what You were demonstrating this evening, and feeling still the marks left from Your cane just the previous night. I closed my eyes for a moment, wondering if I could do this. Opening my eyes again, looking at Sir, I realized I could do this... had to do this...because in my heart... I knelt at Your feet always.

Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, my eyes downcast, I stepped quietly forward and knelt at Your feet.

Continued...

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[starrynitesfemme]

When Darkness Falls Pt 4

Closing my eyes, I tried to quiet my breathing. I heard an exclamation, and a laughing voice say: "It appears You already have an eager volunteer." I felt a blush grow on my cheeks as a low conversation was carried out, I heard my Mentor swear which was a rarity. Determinedly, I kept my eyes lowered. I could hear boot falls as my Mentor stepped close to me, a shiver coursed through me at the familiar sound.
“What are you doing here girl?” Your voice was deep and chilling.
I opened my eyes and raised them to meet Your own. “I am Yours, Sir.” I whispered, a single tear rolling down my cheek.
Your breath came harshly, but I could not read Your expression. “Do you have any idea what you are saying little girl? Or what you are doing?” You asked.
“Yes, Sir.” I whispered. “I am Yours, and I am offering myself to You. To do with as You will.”
A sigh of exasperation escaped Your lips and You ran a hand through Your hair, Your eyes never leaving my own. I felt another tear roll down my cheek as I lowered my eyes. Taking my chin into Your hand, You lifted it, bringing my eyes back to You.
“Do you fully recognize what You are offering girl? Do you understand what those words mean?” You asked softly.
“Yes Sir, I do.” I said, keeping my eyes upon Your own without wavering.
“Do you recall the safe word we discussed at the beginning of your training?” You asked me.
“Yes Sir, I do.” I answered quietly, awaiting Your will. Stumbling a bit over the words I said: “I kneel a. . at Your feel always Sir.”
Searching my eyes, and with a small smile on Your lips, You nodded once before motioning to another submissive that I had not noticed standing nearby. You stepped away and resumed Your preparations for the demonstration as the girl came to me and gestured for me to stand. Coming to standing, I followed the girl as she led me close to the cross. Whispering, she instructed me to remove my clothing and showed me where to put it aside. I took a deep breath as I realized I would soon be nude in front of all of the people watching. Feeling the blush start anew on my cheeks, I slowly undid the clasp of my cape. Folding the cape neatly, I lay it aside and felt the girl step behind me to unlace my corset. Reaching behind myself I undid the clasp on my skirt, and allowed both garments to slide down my body. The girl took them from me and quickly placed them on top of the cape. Feeling eyes upon me, I felt my body begin to tremble a bit as I slid one stocking down my leg and then the other.
Though fear was present, as well as nervousness, I could also feel excitement growing within me at the thought of what was to come. To surrender to You, not as Your student who had misbehaved, but as Your submissive was making me breathless. The girl placed me in front of the cross and motioned for me to get upon it. I could feel Your eyes upon me as I was restrained to the cross, Your gaze as substantial as a caress. As my wrists and ankles were securely restrained in leather cuffs I listened as You began addressing those in attendance. I closed my eyes and tried to still my breath, slow my heart rate so that I could hear what You were saying.
Listening to You as You described in detail the process of caning, I felt the air as it moved over my bare flesh. It seemed to whisper to me of pain and pleasure, of sensations not yet experienced, and I felt my nipples grow hard against the cross I was restrained to so securely. As You talked, I could hear Your boot falls as You moved over to the table where Your equipment was laid out. You continued to describe how to warm up Your submissive as You stepped close to the table.
My body trembled and tensed in anticipation of the first strike of Your flogger. For just a moment, I felt Your hand as it ran over my back. I felt myself grow wet at this simplest of touches as You pointed out the safe places for striking and those that were not safe. I heard Your voice and it washed over me as I felt the first strike of Your flogger. You continued to describe the warm up as You continued to strike my flesh with Your flogger. My breath was coming in short gasps as the pain of reawakened welts mixed with pleasure deep within my belly.
I was lost in sensation, floating in the safety of Your control as You continued the demonstration by moving onto a more substantial flogger. Each lick of the flogger was a flame, the heady mixture of pain and pleasure making me moan under my breath. I lost track of time as You continued, finally stilling as You showed those in attendance a variety of different floggers.
As You moved closer to the cross, You touched my cheek and I opened my eyes in response. You were discussing the importance of checking in with Your submissive, of the care and awareness that must be used when doing a scene. Searching my eyes, You nodded once in satisfaction and moved back to continue Your demonstration.
The first strike of Your cane caused me to jump against the restraints, biting hard upon my lip to stop myself from screaming. The fire of this caning on top of already raw welts was biting. I began to whisper, so low as to be unheard by those around me. “Yours, Yours, Yours.” Making an effort to relax into the pain, not fight it or the restraints, I awaited the next hit. The next strike of Your cane came harder across my ass and You followed it by trailing a hand across my burning flesh. I could feel a rush of wet between my wide-open thighs at the heady mixture of sensations. I was lost in the moment, no longer aware of how many times You struck my flesh, or the words You spoke. Aware only of belonging to You, surrendering to You in each moment I was wide open and awaiting Your will.
I was aware of Your hands smoothing something into my back and ass as Your voice washed over me, describing aftercare in detail to those in attendance. Your hands were gentle, and so soft as You touched me, I felt myself melt into the cross as a soft smile crossed my lips. As You stepped away from the table and brought the demonstration to its conclusion, the girl came to me and began to undo my restraints, rubbing my wrists and ankles softly to bring back circulation. Helping me off the cross, the girl wrapped my cloak around me and led me to a chair. A glass of water was pressed into my hands and I took a grateful sip of the cool liquid.
My eyes lowered, I could hear the crowd asking questions, and others moving away. The girl had left my side and I was alone with my breath and the sensation of returning from sub space. The sound of You approaching brought me to sharp awareness and I raised my eyes to meet Your own. A soft smile was upon Your lips as You once again cupped my chin in Your hand and looked down into my eyes.
“You did well my girl.” You said huskily.
Tears filled my eyes and I smiled tremulously as I whispered: “Thank You Sir.”
Wrapping an arm around me, You helped me to standing and led me out of the dungeon. Once outside, You led me to Your car and slid me carefully inside of the passenger seat. Sliding behind the wheel, You started the engine and pulled out into traffic. Trying to get comfortable in the seat, my eyelids grew heavy in spite of my discomfort and I closed them.
I was startled awake as You opened my door and motioned for me to get out. Blinking sleepily I realized with a shock that You had brought me to Your own home. I followed You up the walk to Your door and waited while You unlocked it. Stepping inside, You flipped the lights on and led me into Your bedroom.
“Whose?” You asked quietly as You pushed me down to sitting upon Your bed.
“Yours Sir, only Yours.” I whispered in return.
“Are you wet for me my girl?” You asked with a dangerous gleam to Your eyes.
“Yes, Sir.” I whispered, blushing softly.
“Yes what girl?” You asked quietly.
“Yes Sir, I am very wet for You.” I answered in a soft whisper.
“Show me.” You said.
“Sir?” I asked, confused.
“Open yourself for me and show me how wet You are for me girl.” You said with a wicked smile.
My breath caught and I gasped as realization washed over me. Whispering: “Yours.” I lay back upon the bed. Moving my thighs wide apart I opened my lips to Your gaze. I could feel my wet growing as Your eyes watched my every move.
You growled low in Your throat and grasping my ankles, yanked me to the edge of the bed. Staring down at me, You undid Your belt and slid down Your zipper. I could feel my heart beating frantically against my chest as You took out Your hard cock.
“MINE.” You said harshly.
“Yes Sir, Yours, only Yours.” I whispered in response.
With no further words You slammed Your cock deep inside my pussy. My body arched in response and I moaned aloud. Thrusting inside me, You pinned my wrists to the bed above my head, Your eyes holding my own. “Whose?” You asked.
“Yours Sir.” I whispered through a moan as my body arched to meet Your thrusts. Your cock was hot and hard, deep inside me.
Holding my wrists with one hand, You dropped Your other hand to my breast and rolled my nipple between your thumb and fingers. Continuing to fuck me, You pinched my nipple and bit down upon my throat. I could hear a growl deep in Your chest as You began to fuck me harder and faster, slamming into me over and over again. I could no longer control my moans as You claimed me. “Mine, girl. You are Mine.” You said low and deep as You thrust inside me. “Come for me NOW.” You said. With those words, I tumbled down and into the abyss, coming hard, my muscles contracting around Your hard cock as I screamed aloud “Yours!”

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[starrynitesfemme]

Sweet Surrender

The storm seemed to attack the house with a vengeance. The sky above preternaturally dark and ominous. Wind assailed the trees, their branches whipping back and forth as if pulled by invisible strings. The rain fell in a deluge, obscuring my view of most of the yard outside and pouring down the kitchen window like a waterfall. The sound of it pounding on the roof was deafening. I smiled to myself as I returned to my work. Adding spices to my pot I felt, still the call of the storm. Storms like this called to me, urging me in dark whispers to abandon my work and come to play. The trees in their unrestrained dance seeming to taunt me, daring me to cast aside my inhibitions and let the storm become my lover.

The house was filled with the scent of simmering soup, my own perfume and that undefinable aroma that only fierce storms carry. Quickly ripping up the lettuce and adding it to tomatoes, avocado and green onions already in the bowl I dragged my attention back to the job at hand. In the background, mingling with the music of the storm Sarah McLachlan's haunting "Possession" played softly. Rinsing my hands in warm water I once again became lost in the storm dancing outside my window.

Walking through the house, here and there I turned on a light to ward off the encroaching darkness, making the house warm and inviting. Moving softly to the back of the house and into my bedroom I quickly straightened the comforter and my thoughts returned to the previous weekend. Stepping into my bathroom, I quickly turned on the taps, adjusted the temperature of the water and added a few drops of essential oil to the water. Unbuttoning my blouse I slipped it off my shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor in a pool at my feet. Reaching around, I unclasped my bra, letting my breasts fall free. Bending over I quickly lit candles around the tub, felt the temperature of the water and stepped out of my slacks.

Reaching up, I quickly gathered my hair up into a clip. Slowly sliding down into the warm scented water a soft moan escaped my lips. The sweet scent of jasmine swirled around me as I began to run the soap and loofah over my skin. Gazing in the mirror hanging over the tub, I scrubbed until my skin was pink, my mind wandering back to Him, always to my Sir. Quickly running a razor over my skin, I finished my bath and sat upon the edge of the tub to rub scented oil into my skin. As my hands slid along the length of each leg, I felt again His touch, His desire. Hearing His voice whisper "Mine." I stood to smooth the oil into the skin of my back, hips and stomach. Remembering with forbidden pleasure the feeling of His hands on my flesh.

Trembling, my knees growing weak, my mind and body remembered the feeling of His fingers, His fist deep within me. Leaning on the counter for a moment I said "Stop it" to myself in the mirror. Shaking my head slightly as if it would help to clear the memories away I reached up to take out my hair clip. Letting my hair tumble down my back I began to brush it out, the feeling of it against my bare back sensuous. A spray of Shalimar at each pulse point and I grabbed my robe off the hook and wrapped it around myself.

I walked back through the house to check on dinner. "Bring Me To Life" coming from the speakers now, I began to hum softly as I stirred the soup. I was expecting Him for dinner tonight and glancing at the clock I realized I still had quite a bit of time before He would arrive. I began to clear off the kitchen table, putting away my stacks of papers and written work and the coffee cup from my morning coffee.

Turning the soup down to low, I leaned again against the counter watching the storms fury. A flickering of the lights above me and then sudden darkness filled the house. The storm had gotten tired of waiting for me and had decided to make me play with it, I thought to myself with a small smile as I reached to light the candles on the kitchen window sill. Walking through the house, lighting additional candles to push away the darkness. Now, without power, the sounds of the storm were my music. Wind whistling through the trees, fat rain drops pounding down on the roof above my head. I smiled softly at the sounds.

Stepping back into the kitchen, I stood again in front of the window, watching. With no warning, I was brought back and against His body...hard. I gasped with fear and then arousal as He pulled my hair away from my neck and whispered huskily in my ear "Mine."

"Yes,..Yours." I whispered. His fingers threading through my hair, He roughly grabbed a fistful and pulled my head back.

"Whose baby?" He asked urgently.

"Yours..Only Yours." I answered as His mouth claimed my neck and throat, softly licking, then sucking and finally biting as He growled low in His throat.

"Yes, Mine...Always Mine." He whispered. "I want you Now." He said as his hands roughly pulled open my robe, pushing it down until it fell around my feet.

I shivered as the air caressed my naked flesh and trembled as His Hands came up to cup my breasts. Pulling me back against Him, He continued His assault on my neck as His hands squeezed my breasts, His thumbs brushing my nipples until they were hard and aching.

Moaning softly, I pressed my body back into Him, feeling the length of His body against me. Beginning to pinch and pull at my nipples He whispered in my ear again, "Mine, always ... only Mine." Pulling me tighter against Him, He growled softly and I could feel His hardness pressing against my ass. Gasping softly as His touch became more aggressive, I could feel my wet pooling between my thighs.

"Now babygirl, I want to be inside you Now." He said, as He guided me toward the kitchen table. Lost in His touch, His desire I lay forward on the table as His hands guided me too. The wood of the table was cold against the warmth of my breasts and belly sending a chill down my spine, a chill soon dispelled by His touch. His hands roamed from my head, down my neck, my back and over my ass.

I moaned softly at His touch, feeling my wet begin to trickle down the inside of my thigh. The sound of His belt being undone was my only warning before He was pressed against me. With one long, slow thrust He filled me, His cock buried deep with me. A soft moan escaped my lips as His fingers buried themselves in my hair again and He pulled my head back.

"Whose baby?" He asked.

"Yours, only Yours." I whispered in response.

"Yes, Mine." He said as He began to slowly rock into me.

His hands on my hips, fingers digging into my flesh even as I pushed back into His thrust made me gasp into the night. His breathing became ragged as He thrust into me more deeply. Filling me completely, claiming me...my body arching back to take Him more deeply within. I moaned His name aloud as His rhythm increased, thrusting harder into me.

"I want more babygirl, I want all of You." He whispered as He thrust into me.

Sweet surrender, I was lost to the moment, lost in my surrender to Him. "Yes, I am Yours." I whispered, feeling my muscles deep within tightening around His cock, pulling Him ever deeper. He growled low and deep within His throat and began thrusting harder, deeper and faster into me. "Come for me babygirl,." He said ... and with those words I was tumbling as if from a great height...screaming His name out as He whispered mine and we came to rest together.

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