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Almost Chance 7-14

by noé bodé

I'm a long-time reader of erotica on the web, but this is my first
submitted story. All comments are happily welcomed.

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Almost Chance Part 7 (FF, FDom, bd)
by NB

Jen looked herself over in the bathroom mirror, checking herself
before she opened the door to signal to Mistress that she was ready
for her next experience. The light outside had almost completely
faded away while she was in the bath and the room was now lit mainly
by the flickering candles Mistress had set there. Before Mistress,
Jen had never appreciated the erotic texture of the light cast by a
candle, but now it was something she suspected she would always
associate with this time. Of course, she didn't look as beautiful as
Mistress in the light - how could anyone? - but it gave her body a
new appearance that matched with the new feelings that dominated her.
She was sultry now, a wantonly sensual creature, one who lived in
that flickering netherworld between light and dark, pain and pleasure.

She checked her collar one more time, making sure it fitted her as
snugly as it had before, twisting her head and neck around, it's soft
grip already fast becoming part of her again. She could pick out the
scattering of pink spots on her chest where the wax had marked her
earlier. It had come off her easily in the bath and now the marks
were soon to fade away as well. It saddened her to see them go,
losing that mark of Mistress upon her, but she knew the memory of
that feeling would stay with her and besides, she had her collar to
show she was Mistress'. She had washed herself thoroughly, just as
Mistress commanded, removed all the sweat and scent of the afternoon
and now the only scent on her was that of the soaps and oils in
Mistress' bath. Her skin was soft, and seemed to glow in the faint
light, as though it was revitalized by the sensual charge within her.

She was calm now, ready for whatever Mistress had planned for her
that evening. As commanded, she opened the door to the bathroom just
a fraction and then stood back from it. Mistress hadn't said how she
should wait for her, but Jen knew what was expected of her from when
she had entered Mistress' house that afternoon. She carefully lowered
herself to her knees, placed her hands in her lap, bowed her head and
waited for Mistress to come and claim her.

She wasn't aware of time passing while she knelt there, though she
knew it must have done. Her mind was totally still and calm, fixed
only on the prospect of Mistress' arrival in the room with nothing
else of any importance to her. She only came alive when she heard the
door being pushed open, the cooler air from the hallway rushing onto
her skin. She could sense Mistress walking close to her, but with her
head bowed she could only see her feet, again clad in leather boots
but a different pair this time.

'Oh, my dear Jen, you have learned so well how to wait for me. Now,
sit up straight and look at me.'

Slowly, Jen straightened herself, her gaze slowly moving up
Mistress' body. The boots carried on up Mistress' legs, past her
ankles, then disappeared under a long leather skirt that steadily
tapered in to Mistress' slim waist where it was secured by a thick
matching belt. Above it she wore a bustier or halter made of a soft
satin that gripped Mistress' flat stomach then moved out to cup her
full breasts. Jen could see the round tips of Mistress' nipples
pushing through the material. It stopped just above the nipples, two
thin straps holding it in place, rising up from the centre of it,
following the exposed curve of her breasts and round her neck. She
wore two pieces of ornate jewellery, matching bands of gold like
snakes wrapping round each slender, toned bicep. Her hair was tied
back into a loose plait, loose wisps falling about her beautiful
face, wearing only a touch of makeup except for her deep red lips.
Jen could see that Mistress was carrying something in her hands, each
holding what looked like two pieces of black leather adorned with
pieces of metal.

'You like how Mistress looks, I see.'

'Yes Mistress, I do. You are beautiful.'

'Thank you, my sweet. You know that I think you are beautiful too,
of course. Now, stand up for me.' Jen rose carefully and delicately,
the difference in height and Mistress' heels meaning she only came up
to her neck. 'I have things for you to wear during your next
experience. Hold out your arms.' Jen stretched out her arms and
watched Mistress place all but one of the things on the bathroom
counter by the sink. The one she held in her hands was a slim tube of
leather, she saw, three large golden rings fixed on each side of it,
thin laces holding it together. Mistress slipped it over Jen's right
arm. It covered the arm from the wrist to just below Jen's elbow,
fitting snugly and warmly when Mistress pulled on the laces to
tighten it and fix it in place. She took a matching gauntlet from the
counter and fixed it around Jen's left arm. Then, she took the other
two, which were similar but smaller, each with only one ring on
either side and crouched down. Jen looked straight ahead, feeling
Mistress' expert hands fix them around her ankles.

'Now my dear, I am going to take you down to my cellar. You have
already had some experience of what you will encounter down there
when I bound you this afternoon, but the sensations this time will be
much more intense. However, the difference this time is that you will
not be permitted to have any release when you are down there. You
have already learnt how to control and delay your pleasure somewhat,
but now you must be able to do it totally and delay any climax until
after you leave the cellar. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'Understand that this is an order from me, my sweet. Disobeying it
will mean that I will have to punish you, and that punishment may
include not just pain but also you not being allowed to come to my
bed. I do not wish to punish you, but I will do it without mercy if
you disobey me. Do you understand, my dear Jen?'

'Yes, Mistress.' Jen was scared for the first time, but it was the
prospect of not being able to enter Mistress' bed that was terrifying
her. She could see a darker side to Mistress when she talked of
punishment, a cold look in her eyes that reminded Jen of the absolute
power she had given up to her, but it was the possible consequences
of that power that scared her, not the power itself. Mistress had
talked of pain, but Jen could think of no worse pain than being
denied the chance to experience the full pleasure of Mistress' body.

'One last question, and then you shall follow me downstairs. Do you
remember the word I told you earlier? The word I said you were to
utter if the pain got too great, if you were about to be damaged?'

'Yes, Mistress. It was 'strawberry', Mistress.'

'Good. Remember it, and do not be afraid to use it should it be
necessary. Now, follow me downstairs.' As she turned, Jen saw
Mistress' bare back for the first time, exposed from the waist
upwards, the bustier she wore virtually backless. Mistress' back was
covered with an enormous gold and red tattoo of a bird enveloped in
flames. It began at the base of the spine, the bird's body flowing
along her back, the flames wrapped around it, the wings stretched out
across her shoulder blades. It was a beautiful piece of art, but on
Mistress' back it seemed alive, the patterns of the ink matching her
muscles, moving as she moved, in time with her, almost alive on her
skin, a being of power. Jen blinked hard, squeezing her eyes, wanting
to be sure she was seeing what was really there and not
hallucinating, but as she opened them it was still there.

Mistress spoke without looking back, knowing what Jen had seen. 'You
like my phoenix, my dear?'

'Its...it's beautiful, Mistress.' Words didn't seem appropriate,
unable to capture the full majestic power Jen could see.

'It is a symbol of power and mystery, my dear. An immortal creature
continually reborn in fire. You should know that very few people get
to see it, my sweet Jen, I only show it to the most special of within.'

Jen thought on what Mistress said as they descended the stairs
towards the cellar. She wondered why Mistress would want to hide
something so beautiful away, keep it covered up away from the world,
but she knew that displaying it, showing it off would draw attention
to her. Even now, walking behind Mistress, it was as though she were
looking at a piece of magic on her back, something far beyond the
normal world she had known before Mistress had claimed her. Maybe,
Jen wondered, it truly was a magical symbol, the source of the
intoxicating power Mistress held over her. And how would she feel
when the spell ended?

Her thoughts returned to the present as Mistress reached the bottom
of the stairs and pushed open the heavy oak door that stood there.
There had been no lights on the stairs, and Jen had become accustomed
to the gloom as they walked down into the ground below the house, lit
only by what filtered in from the house above them. The cellar,
though, was lit brightly, and as Mistress opened the door for them,
it flooded through the doorway, bleaching out Jen's vision. She
followed Mistress' shadow into the cellar, the floor becoming cold
stone, slightly damp against her bare feet, the cool underground air
chilling her skin slightly.

Jen looked around and saw that the cellar was large, maybe even
bigger than the house above, filled with a series of small alcoves
and archways. Several of the ones she could see near her looked
almost normal, filled with wine bottles, but others held strange
equipment, devices she didn't recognize but which seemed to carry a
sexual charge to them just in the way they looked. The walls showed
some of the purpose of this room too, all sorts of things hanging
from them, the sight of them simultaneously chilling and arousing Jen
' ropes, chains, bonds, canes, whips, all manner of things that she
could imagine Mistress using on her in either love or anger.

She had followed Mistress to a point in the center of the cellar
when she stopped and turned to face Jen.

'Now, my dear, I want you to turn around to face that wall and then
move your legs apart until they're against the rings in the floor.'
Jen turned herself through 90 degrees to face the wall and looked
down at the floor seeing two iron rings beside her, each securely
bolted into the stones of the floor, looking solid, like they'd been
there since the cellar was built. She carefully moved her legs apart
until they were by the rings, about two feet apart, keeping her arms
by the side.

As she positioned herself, Mistress walked over to the wall behind
her and came back. Jen could sense her standing behind her, feel her
eyes examining her body, her posture as she stood there waiting.
Then, she crouched down by Jen's left ankle and used a short leather
strap to bind together the ring on the floor with the gold ring on
the outside of the leather cuff round Jen's ankle. Moving over to
Jen'sright leg, she repeated the process fixing Jen in place before
standing in front of her. Jen could she that she was carrying a long
cord of fresh, clean, thin white rope.

'Hold out your arms for me, my dear, with the palms facing each
other.' Jen did as she was ordered, seeing the rings on the inside of
her arms line up in front of her, light glinting off them. She
watched as Mistress began threading the rope through the six rings,
binding her arms together, allowing just a few inches of movement as
the rope traced a pattern through and around them, eventually
emerging from the tight nest of knots, running out past her hands and
down to the floor.

Mistress took the loose rope in her right hand and moved it up and
down, side to side in slow movements, letting Jen see how it now
controlled the movements of her arms.

'Now my dear, look up and slowly raise your arms above you.' Jen
tilted her head back, slowly raising her arms, making both movements
slowly, deliberately, knowing that her bound ankles would make her
fall to the hard stone if she lost her balance. She saw another iron
ring in the ceiling, smaller than the ones by her feet, hanging down
almost directly above her head. Mistress moved closer to her as she
looked up, the rope still held in her hand as she walked around and
behind Jen. Then, she stood close behind her, Jen feeling the soft
satin brushing against her back, reaching up to feed the rope through
the ring. Jen watched as Mistress pulled the whole length of the rope
through the ring, then felt it pulling at her arms, drawing them up
closer towards it. Behind her, she could hear the click of Mistress'
footsteps as she walked away from her, then the faint sound of the
rope being drawn through another ring, her arms slowly being drawn up
till they were directly above her, her body being slowly stretched
out from the bonds in the floor to the rope in the ceiling.

She felt Mistress tugging on the rope, more insistent this time, her
body straining in response. As her arms were pulled up above her, she
tried to lift herself up, push herself onto the balls of her feet,
but the straps on her ankles held them in place. The upward pull
ceased then, but didn't let her back down, her body remaining fixed
in position, legs totally straight, forming a triangle with the
stones below, torso stretched out, arms straight and pointing to the
sky, head thrown back. She heard Mistress walking back towards her
and raised her head so it was between her arms again, looking
straight forward at the wall ahead of her. The footsteps got closer
and closer, until Mistress was alongside her and then in front,
looking her up and down.

'Oh, how wonderful you look, my dear. Now, what shall I do with you
next?' She smiled, her lips curling in anticipation, her eyes shining.

Almost Chance Part 8 (FF, FDom, bd)
by NB

As Jen stood there, her body stretched between floor and ceiling, she
realised that Mistress' earlier actions had been merely preparation
for what she was undergoing now. She had never been bound before this
afternoon but now her body was already accustomed to the experience it
was going through. She could feel the strain in her muscles, from her
splayed legs up to her stretched arms, but her mind was not
registering it as pain, merely as another sensation given to her by
Mistress, another part of her education as a slave, another experience
she underwent willingly.

The passage of time had no meaning for her. She felt as though she was
part of the ancient stone she was bound to, its strength flowing into
her through the leather bonds tying her ankles, eternal and
unyielding. Struggle was pointless, yet also unnecessary - this was
her place, her role now, just an extension of Mistress' desire.

Mistress had watched her impassively for a while, standing in front of
Jen, her eyes moving up and down slowly, looking carefully over her
body, studying it almost as an artist would, taking in every detail of
the model in front of her. Slowly, in silence, she circled round Jen,
studying her from all angles, taking in the full perspective of what
she had created. Then, her study completed, she began to touch Jen,
her fingers on her skin lightly, almost like silk, tracing the pattern
of her muscles from her thigh to her hip. Unable to move or react to
the touch, Jen had sensed every moment of the touch, each fingertip a
separate event on her skin. Mistress kept her touch far away from
anywhere Jen had previously considered erogenous, but her entire body
had become attuned to Mistress, responding to her touch like it was a
drug pushed into her system through the skin.

She could feel Mistress behind her, sense the look on her face as she
touched Jen's spine, starting just below her collar, one solitary
finger moving down it, each touch on her vertebrae echoing through her
body. Slowly, it traced a downward path, reaching the base where it
was joined by another, the two then taking separate courses around the
curve of Jen's rear, others gradually joining them in their slow
circuit until they were underneath the soft flesh, both of Mistress'
hands now held against the skin, beginning to grip it firmly. The grip
loosened, then returned, becoming a massage, each hold sending warm
waves of pleasure flowing through Jen. Her breathing became heavier
and she felt herself move slightly, involuntarily, her hips swaying in
time with Mistress touch, their movement shaking the rest of Jen's
body, the rings in the ceiling creaking slightly as her arms
transferred the movement to the rope securing her there.

As her muscles moved, she felt the strain in them increase, resisting
the inexorable movement of her body. Still, though, her mind didn't
register it as pain, each message from her nerves filtered through the
blissful sensation of Mistress. The massage became more insistent,
harder, the tips of Mistress' nails digging into the flesh beneath
them, sharply contrasting with the warmth of her skin. Jen gasped,
trying to control herself, remembering Mistress' talk of punishment if
she found release in this room. The touch moved now, still massaging
the flesh, but two fingers also rubbing at the entrance of the tight
hole between Jen's cheeks, hard nails rubbing the edge as an insistent
fingertip pushed at the entrance. She could remember Mistress pressing
there earlier, along with her questioning and wondered if now would be
the time that she took her virginity there. Part of her mind craved
it, trying to push down on the fingers there, wanting to give
everything of herself to Mistress, but part held back, fearing that
Mistress taking her there would be too much to resist, that her body
would succumb to forbidden release and the inevitable punishment that
would follow.

As her mind concentrated on this dilemma, Jen realised she was losing
concentration, and control of herself with it. She forced her mind
away from the feeling of that one touch and let her attention take in
her whole body, sensing the warm flow of sensation from each muscle,
trying to take control and rise on top of the feelings, not letting
them drag her under as they rose. Her heart steadied its frantic beat,
and she could feel Mistress slowing down the rate of her massage, the
pressure from her finger gradually relenting until it disappeared
entirely.

She heard Mistress walking away from her, footsteps echoing off the
stone, then returning, a soft clang against the stone as something was
set down behind her, slight scraping movements as Mistress positioned
it carefully.

'Now, my dear, I am going to untie the rope that holds your arms to
the wall. When it is undone, I want you to slowly lower yourself into
a sitting position until you feel the chair behind you. Do you
understand?'

'Yes, Mistress.'

The footsteps clicked away again. Soon, Jen had a sense of a slight
tugging on the rope, then its pull slackened slightly, Mistress
carefully letting it run out. Keeping her arms straight above her,
still feeling the gentle pull, Jen bent her knees, lowering herself
down until her rear touched a small soft cushion. As Mistress let out
more rope, Jen lent backwards, pivoting on the stool until her back
touched a thin, straight cushion that ran along her spine until it
ended at her shoulders. At its tip, like the top of a T, she felt a
bar running out at both sides, also cushioned.

'Good.' Came Mistress' voice from the far wall. 'Now, lower your arms
until they rest on you.' Jen did as she was commanded, feeling the
strain disappear from them, her body slowly relaxing as the contours
of the chair supported her. She could feel the soft cushions pushing
against her, metal bars dimly perceivable behind them, her back at
forty-five degrees to the ground, her legs still spread open, bound to
the rings in the floor. Mistress walked round to stand in front of
her, then crouched between Jen's legs, swiftly untying the rope
between her arms then letting them fall, untied, by Jen's side.

'Relax for a moment, my sweet Jen. Then when you are ready, lift your
arms over the bar so they rest behind your back.' As she stretched her
arms out, Jen watched Mistress remove the rope from the rings and coil
it slowly, carefully. Jen could feel the strain in her arms and
shoulders, but it wasn't pain, more just an awareness of exertion and
the lingering sense of excitement and arousal that suffused her entire
body. She was aware of her whole body as an instrument of pleasure,
what should have been pain just a sense of the sweet touch of
Mistress. Jen watched Mistress hang the rope on a hook on the wall,
then select three slender gold chains from nearby. Jen raised her arms
up, moving them around the bar and behind her back, feeling the
cushioned metal slot in warmly beneath her armpits as she sank into
the chair.

Mistress walked behind her, crouching down and using the chains to
link the rings on Jen's gauntlets together. They were bound only
loosely, but enough to stop Jen moving her arms from behind her. Her
posture meant she was pushing herself out, her breasts rising from her
chest, her sex displayed, spread legs holding it apart. Mistress
returned to the wall and took two long pieces of cloth from a shelf
then turned back to Jen. As she walked towards her, Jen saw that they
were long black gloves, Mistress putting them on as she walked, each
stretching up past her elbow, stopping just short of the gold bands
around her arm. She stood between Jen's legs, then slowly knelt
between them, lifting her skirt slightly as she lowered herself to the
ground.

Jen felt the touch of warm satin on her skin as Mistress rested her
hands on her legs, leaning slowly towards Jen's exposed sex. Her lips
moved tantalisingly close, Jen bracing herself for the contact of
Mistress' lips on her sex, but they paused just before Mistress
reached it, holding her head there as she breathed in deeply, then
softly blew on it. Her breath was cool on Jen's wet lips, flowing
around them, over her swollen clit, making Jen tremble with pleasure.
Her hands began to move as her head remained still, the soft gloves
roaming over Jen's thighs, down her outstretched calves as Mistress's
breath played on her sex.

Jen felt her eyes close as her head fell back, her neck unsupported by
the chair. Her arms pulled at the chains between them as she felt the
forbidden urge to grasp Mistress' head and pull it into her tempting
her with its impossibility. Her hips began to move, lifting herself
off the small cushion below her, her back digging deep into the
cushion behind it, but Mistress' mouth always remained tantalisingly
out of reach, her hands moving back to Jen's hips. A fire was building
within her, starting in her feet then racing through her legs, her
muscles taut as she strained against the hold of the chair. Her heart
was beating hard, her breath ragged as she fought to keep herself
under control, feeling as though Mistress' breath was flowing into
her, filling Jen with her presence.

Mistress' hands moved up the exposed length of her torso, spread flat
across her stomach, then to her breasts, slowly moving all over the
soft mounds then gently stroking the nipples with her fingers. The
tide of pleasure rose within her again as her nipples responded to
Mistress' touch, the fire becoming intense, sweat pouring off her,
each soft caress sending her body through wild desire. Jen fought for
control of herself as the touch became more insistent, the breath
harder against her sex, no longer cooling her but adding to the heat
within. She tried to concentrate, fix her mind on the task of riding
out these waves, but it was betraying her, flooded with sensation, the
sweet torment of her bound limbs mixing with the delicious sensations
flowing from Mistress, her touch and breath seeming too much to
resist.

Then, a sharp pain came from her nipples, Mistress gripping them
tightly between her fingers. Jen half-moaned, half-cried as the
sensation came to her, the pain bright against the soft colours of her
pleasure. It took her higher, her body responding to it as it did to
all sensations from Mistress, but she found she could focus on it,
keep herself centred, use it as an anchor against the release she
craved but dare not take. As Mistress gripped tighter, pulling at the
hard nub, stretching it, Jen heard herself moan again, louder, the
reaction instinctive and uncontrolled, but she still had control.

She could feel Mistress' head moving closer to her sex, the breath
becoming closer. Jen braced herself, focusing on her breasts and the
feeling there, trying to prepare herself. When it came, it was like
electricity on her sex, the touch of Mistress' tongue like a series of
electric shocks running through her. Jen felt her hips rocking, her
stomach spinning as Mistress' tongue ran along the outside of her
lips, tasting her, drawing in her scent. Desperately, Jen bit into her
lower lip as she sucked in air deeply, feeling her legs beginning to
tremble, her fingers stretching out, her arms pulling at the bonds,
all crying out and ready to give way, wanting her to lose herself. She
could feel herself about to surrender, the last dam in her mind about
to fall to the rising tide when Mistress' touch suddenly stopped, her
fingers releasing Jen's nipples from her grip, sliding down her
stomach as she moved her head slowly backwards, breaking the electric
contact as she carefully stood herself up.

Jen almost relaxed, but realised that would be a mistake, would lead
to her giving way to the tension that still burnt strong in her.
Carefully, she raised her head, feeling the sweat from her face slide
down and rub against her collar. Opening her eyes, she saw Mistress
standing between her legs, carefully removing the gloves as she licked
Jen's taste from her lips. Jen breathed deeply as she watched her, her
body still held in delicious agony, the fire only slowly burning down,
her body returning to her control.

'Well done, my sweet Jen. Very well done.' She smiled. 'So close to
release, yet still you did not succumb to it. I had not dreamt you
could learn so quickly.' She finished taking off the gloves and
returned them to the shelf, Jen watching the patterns of fire across
her back as she walked. 'You are almost assured of joining me in my
bed tonight, my sweet. Almost. You have one last ordeal in this
cellar, but I have faith in your ability to triumph, my dear.' She
walked around behind Jen, crouching again to undo the chains and
remove them, then lifting Jen's arms slowly over the bar and freeing
them.

She moved back round to the front, crouching at Jen's feet and undoing
the straps there as she spoke. 'Now, I shall give you a few moments
alone to relax and prepare yourself for the final test. Take the
chance to relax yourself and ease the strain of your muscles. I shall
bolt the door as I leave and you will hear it unbolt as I return. Be
ready for me when you hear that. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'Good. I shall see you again soon, my sweet Jen.' With that, she undid
the last strap and stood up, quickly walking away from Jen and out of
the door. Jen heard the heavy bolt slam into place, sealing her in the
room. Carefully, she began to move, already wondering what Mistress
would put her through when she returned.

Almost Chance Part 9 (FF, FDom, bd)
by NB

After Mistress left, it took Jen a while before she was confident
enough in her body to attempt movement. She could feel herself
trembling, even shivering slightly as she came down from her high,
streams of sweat cooling her body, the cool air of the cellar running
over her. Waves of pleasure still roamed through her body, looking for
somewhere to break, and she knew she had to be careful with her
movements, careful not to arouse herself and give herself release.
Mistress wasn't there to see her, but Jen knew that she would know
when she returned if Jen had taken forbidden pleasure, taken the
release that wasn't allowed in this cellar.

She rose carefully from the chair, noting now just how precarious her
position on it had been, how slim the cushions and bars that supported
her had been, how much she'd relied on Mistress' bonds to keep her on
it. She could see her sweat covering it, steadily dripping down to the
floor below, reminding her of the flow she could feel between her
legs. She walked in unsteady circles, her legs barely supporting her,
still strained and exhausted from her ordeals before. The rest of her
body had the same feeling - the muscles stretched and strained from
her hoisting, the nerves still tingling from the pleasure Mistress had
delivered in the chair. The combination of strain and delight mixed
within her body, each reinforcing the other as she walked, trying to
centre her mind and return herself to some semblance of normality.

She concentrated on her clothes, what little they were, feeling how
closely they fitted her, how much a part of her they had become. She
almost failed to register that she wore Mistress' collar now, the band
of leather round her neck merely registering as thick skin to her
senses, its touch, like Mistress, feeling part of her soul. The
gauntlets around her arms were warm and tight, fitting her perfectly.
When Mistress had bound them with rope and chains, it had felt to Jen
as though the bonds were part of her arms, tied directly into her, her
skin not slipping at all within the tight leather. The ankle cuffs
were the same, snug against her skin, just an extension of her,
letting her be bound to the hard stone below as though it was entirely
natural.

She found that concentrating on that helped to control her, reminded
of her subservient place beneath Mistress, that her body was merely
Mistress' tool, nothing more. As she thought on this, she heard the
noise from the door, the rough slide of the bolt, then a metallic echo
as it was dragged open. Quickly, instinctively, she turned to face the
door and dropped carefully to her knees, lowering her head and resting
her hands in her lap as the door swung open. She heard Mistress walk
towards and around her, then stand behind Jen.

'Sit up, my dear.' Jen stretched up slowly, feeling the back of her
head touch Mistress' hands as she raised it. Before she knew what was
happening, Mistress' hands moved quickly, around her face, Jen feeling
something soft against her skin and then blackness as she went beneath
the blindfold again.

'Now stand up.' Jen brought herself to her feet, carefully, gradually,
manoeuvring herself by sense rather than sight, her strained body
quivering slightly as she forced herself up, desperate to not slip and
embarrass herself before Mistress. Soon she managed it, standing
straight, sensing Mistress watching from behind her. As she stood
there, Mistress moved around her, taking her hand and leading her
silently across the room. As before, Jen's other senses heightened to
compensate for her current blindness, hearing the slap of her feet
against the bare stone, feeling its contours beneath her feet as she
walked.

Mistress stopped her, twisting her around to face in a certain
direction. 'Spread your legs for me, dear Jen, as far as they were
before.' Jen followed the command, moving her feet steadily across the
stone until she felt the iron rings in the floor against them. As her
feet stopped, she sensed Mistress crouching, again binding her feet to
the rings. She heard movement then, Mistress walking around the room,
gathering things, positioning something in front of her, the sound of
a rope being threaded through a ceiling ring before her. Mistress
walked behind her and spoke.

'Now, my dear, I'm going to hold your shoulders. When I do that, I
want you to slowly fall forward, keeping your body straight until it
comes to a rest. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Mistress.' She couldn't prevent her voice from wavering a
little, unsure of what she was falling into. She felt Mistress' hands
on her shoulders, holding them firmly, and Jen began to move herself
forward feeling Mistress holding her back as she began feeling gravity
pull at her dragging her down. Slowly, she moved forward until she
felt something, a soft cushion gradually touching her chest, round and
firm against her belly, tapering up to a point between her breasts. As
she settled onto it, she felt Mistress hand loosen their grip on her
shoulders letting her settle onto it.

'Take a moment to become used to it, then hold out your arms in front
of you.' Jen felt the cushion pushing into her, supporting her,
getting used to breathing with the pressure on her chest, feeling the
strain in her calves and hamstrings as she leant. Slowly she raised
her arms from their hanging position next to her until they were
straight in front of her, a new strain across her shoulders as they
moved.

Mistress' footsteps moved round until she was standing in front of her
then Jen felt her grip the gauntlet on her left arm, wrapping a rope
around it and through the hoops. The rope was loose as Mistress let go
and took her right arm, then taut again as Mistress began tying the
same pattern around that arm. She realised that it was a single rope
binding both arms, looping through a ring in the ceiling above her. In
her mind's eye she saw herself, lying forward, resting on the cushion
that was raised from the ground on steel bars like the chair, her arms
bound in front of her. She was completely hopeless before Mistress,
bound and prone, her sex exposed between her outstretched legs, her
small breasts hanging over the cushion. Movement was impossible, even
the slight swinging allowed to her arms sending waves of sensation
across her muscles.

Her bondage complete, she heard Mistress step away from her, then
circle slowly around her, again studying her from all angles. She left
her for longer this time, taking her time as she circled Jen again and
again, not stepping close to her. Jen could feel the strain in her
muscles as they held her there, slight twitches shaking her entire
body as she waited for Mistress' touch, wondering where it would fall,
how it would feel. What she felt in her muscles was not pain, even
though she could sense them straining to hold her. The anticipation of
Mistress turned it into something sweeter, her body still filled with
the warmth of the pleasure Mistress had given her in the chair.

Mistress' footsteps moved away from her, their echo against the stone
floor almost the only sound in the room. Jen calmed herself, breathing
slowly as she anticipated Mistress's touch on her return, wondering if
it would be the smooth touch of the satin gloves or something new. The
footsteps came back, then, when she though Mistress was still standing
away from her, she felt it, cold and hard on her back, just below her
collar. Jen concentrated her attention on it, four points of rounded
metal in a close line at the top of her spine, moving slowly up and
down. They felt like the tines of a long fork or a back scratcher,
moving just enough for Jen to notice them, slowly warming as they drew
heat from her skin, then moving down the length of her spine, an
oscillating movement up and down the vertebrae as they travelled.
Reaching the bottom of her spine, they moved back up, Mistress pulling
them across the expanse of Jen's back, Jen feeling her muscles
contract and release as they moved over her.

Then, she felt them lift away, a brief pause and then a thin cold
metal bar was laid along her spine, the device turned upside down so
the full length of it now touched her, Jen's back recoiling from the
cold, but the cushion restricting her movement, Mistress rolling the
bar against her, moving it up and down along the curve of her back,
slowly letting it warm from Jen's skin. That too was removed, and the
four points returned, Mistress running them over all of Jen's body, up
and down her legs, along her shoulders, across the curve of her
biceps. The touch was faint, but distinct, each point of contact a
separate moment in Jen's mind, desire building within her with each
touch.

Soon, it felt like every spot on the back of Jen's body had been
touched by one of the points and Mistress took the device away from
her, Jen hearing a soft chime echo as it was placed on the floor
beside her. The footsteps moved again, Mistress walking around in
front of her, Jen feeling her hair brush against Mistress' chest as
she stood close and crouched before her. She sucked in breath quickly
as she felt Mistress touch her breasts, her fingers warm and slow on
the exposed flesh, quickly finding their way to her nipples. Tiny
spots of pleasure began there as she began to rub them, Jen feeling
herself eagerly swell at Mistress' touch. As they grew, Mistress'
touch became more insistent, more urgent, Jen gasping as she felt
Mistress so close to her but so out of reach.

The feeling suddenly changed, the warmth of Mistress's fingers quickly
replaced by cold metal around the outstretched nubs, tiny clamps fixed
tightly onto each nipple in little more than a moment. The cold numbed
them for a moment, then slow waves of torment began emanating from
them, each pulse of blood through the nipples echoing the tight grip
of the clamp through her body. Jen's head drooped, her eyes watering
behind the blindfold as she adjusted to the new feeling, breathing
through it, feeling the ache in her mind, letting it mix with the
feeling of the rest of her body, transmuting pain into sensation,
sensation into pleasure.

Mistress had moved again after the clamping, and Jen could feel her
standing between her leg, the faint touch of her leather skirt as it
brushed against her legs. Then her hands were suddenly on Jen's back,
moving up and down, softly stroking and caressing the muscles, the
strain melting away beneath her touch, before Mistress lifted her
hands up, keeping just the tips of her nails on Jen's back, raking
them softly down her back. Jen moaned at the sharp sensation they
made, each leaving a line of fire on her back, down her spine, along
the side of her torso as Mistress repeated the movement again and
again. Then, Mistress' hands were on her rear, alternately massaging
and pinching at the soft flesh.

Jen's body felt like nothing it had ever been before. She could dimly
sense that parts of her were in what should have been pain, the
tightness of her muscles matched by the clamps around her nipples, but
that was just an accompaniment to the slow warmth moving through her,
like discordant notes merely accentuating the beautiful music she felt
within her. Pain and pleasure amplified each other, and she knew each
was needed to show the other for what it truly was, two parts of a
whole rather than opposites. She was moaning and crying out with every
touch now, but still desperately keeping control of herself.

Again, Mistress stepped away from her, but it was no real respite as
all the sensations still remained within her, waiting on a high
plateau for the next addition to their chorus, Jen uncaring if it was
pain or pleasure. Dimly, she was aware of Mistress now standing to her
right, then one hand on her back, sweeping down, brushing off the tiny
baubles of sweat that had gathered there. Her hand carried on down her
back, nails playing briefly with the tight hole of Jen's rear, before
continuing to her the swollen lips of her sex, rubbing them gently
before pushing two fingers slowly inside Jen. She moaned deeply as
Mistress entered her, the memory of her earlier climax shuddering to
the fore, demanding to be repeated, but she resisted, even when they
began to move inside her.

Then, from her back, sudden intense pain. She recognised it almost
immediately, the shocking warmth of candle wax hitting her skin,
pushing its warmth into her as it cooled and flowed across her.
Throwing her head back, she cried out, the sudden movement making her
whole body rock in its bonds, sharp tones of pain moving through her
flesh, her body betraying her as it demanded release, hips trying to
force themselves own on Mistress' hand, muscles about to spasm,
desperate for her to give way. And above all this, her back on fire,
tiny stream of wax following the same downward path Mistress' nails
had taken earlier, repeating and intensifying their sensation.

It was a desperate battle, but for a moment she thought she had
triumphed. She felt Mistress' fingers slip out of her, the sensation
in her sex dimming just enough for her to control herself. The
sensation from her back lessened as well, Mistress ceasing the flow of
wax onto it. It seemed like ti was over, but then she felt Mistress'
fingers back on her, but this time rubbing between her rear cheeks,
carefully spreading Jen's juices there, beginning to push at the tight
pucker of her hole. Jen could feel the pressure against it, then it
suddenly ceased, replaced by an entirely new sensation as Mistress'
finger plunged into her, its passage lubricated by Jen's own fluids.
Pain mixed with pleasure as the tight muscles moved around Mistress'
finger, letting it move deep into her, moving and twisting within.

Finally, it was too much for Jen to resist. She cried out, a scream of
delight and agony combined, tinged with her despair at failing
Mistress and giving in to her release. It was like a white light in
her mind, shining brightly blocking out everything else there. She was
feral, primal, her body thrashing in her bonds, each movement causing
more sensation to be added into the mix, pushing her to a level beyond
consciousness, beyond anything she had even imagined existed. It was
pure ecstasy, nirvana for her flesh, but even as she lost herself in
it, unable to resist it once it began, it was tinged with the dark
light of shame. Unable to control her traitorous body, she had failed
Mistress, and now she would face punishment.

Almost Chance Part 10 (FF, FDom, BDSM)
by NB

Jen was lost in ecstasy, unimagined delight coursing through her body,
every part of her burning with a fire like the sun, white light in her
mind, almost all consciousness extinguished by the intensity of the
sensation, but she wasn't enjoying it. She knew that this was what
Mistress had promised her, experience and pleasure beyond anything she
had ever dreamed, but she also remembered Mistress' other promise. She
had given way to her pleasure down in this cellar, taken the release
Mistress had expressly forbidden her, disobeyed her explicit command
and Mistress had promised that she would be punished if she did that.

Mistress had shown Jen that her body was capable of more than she had
thought possible before, both in experiencing pleasure and enduring
what should have been pain but it was not what her punishment could do
to her body that Jen feared. Mistress had shown her the depths of her
soul as well, that core of subservience and willing slavery she had
eagerly accepted as an integral part of her, changing her entire life
in the space of these last few hours. Jen had not just experienced her
pleasures for herself, but for her watching Mistress, just as she had
willingly accepted the pain of servitude to please her. She had
sustained herself with the prospect Mistress had tantalised her with
from the start - the chance to enter Mistress' bed and show her the
height of Jen's devotion to her. Only now, when there was a
possibility of that being taken from her, that Mistress would dismiss
her tomorrow without having taken her into her bed, did Jen truly
realise what it had meant to her.

Slowly, her body returned to the mundane world, feeling the bonds that
held her in place, the cushion pushed into her chest, the tight grip
of the velvet blindfold around her head. She could sense Mistress
standing near her and she took hope from that, knowing that connection
was still there, but she could also imagine the look on Mistress face,
disappointment mixed with anger.

She heard Mistress move around her, the familiar click of her heels on
the stone floor as she moved around her. Jen felt her bonds being
released, first the straps that fixed her ankles to the floor, then
the complex pattern of ropes around her arms and finally the blindfold
was taken from round her eyes. Jen kept her head pointing down,
looking at the pattern of bars that held the cushion off the ground,
resting her hands on them lightly as she tried to support her body.

'You may remove yourself to a more comfortable position.' Mistress
said. Jen noticed the new tone in her voice - harsher, more
dispassionate, no 'my sweet' or 'my dear' in either her words or her
tone. Carefully, Jen lifted herself off the cushion, feeling the ache
in her legs as she moved them, the strain across her back and
shoulders from supporting herself. For a moment, she stood, but then
the weakness of her legs was too much and she fell to her knees in a
combination of exhaustion and desire to show her continued willingness
to serve despite her transgression. She wanted to look up at Mistress,
remind herself of her beauty, but the combination of shame and
exhaustion kept her head down. She heard Mistress moving round the
room, replacing the rope and the straps to their places on the wall,
pulling the cushion away to one of the alcoves in the wall. Finally,
Mistress returned to stand in front of her.

'Good. At least you remember the position to wait for me in. Do you
remember my command to you before we came into this cellar?'

'Yes, Mistress.' How could she have forgotten? Her body burned with
her shame at breaking it.

'And what was that command?'

'That I should not take any release when in this room, Mistress.'

'Yes. And what did you do?'

'I disobeyed your command, Mistress.'

'Yes you did, my slave. And now, you will be punished for disobeying
me. Do you have anything to say in your defence before I punish you?'

'No, Mistress.' Jen knew there was nothing that could justify her
failure to obey Mistress. The demands of pleasure had been great, but
she knew she could have resisted them, controlled herself better, done
what Mistress expected of her.

'Good. Before I commence your punishment, you can choose not to take
it. If you request it of me, I will remove your collar and your other
clothing and return your freedom to you. You will then be free to
leave my presence and my service, but you will never be allowed to
come back. Do you understand? Do you wish me to free you?'

'I understand, Mistress.' Jen knew that the choice she was being
offered was not one really, not to her. From the moment she had first
followed Mistress' commands on the train, she had totally surrendered
herself to her. Even then, she had known deep down that only Mistress,
not herself, could free her. 'I wish to take my punishment as you
command.'

'Good. Stand up.' Jen obeyed as quickly as she could, her legs still
shaky as she rose, still looking down at the ground. 'Look at me.'
Carefully, Jen raised her head, seeing Mistress' face, not as she had
imagined it, but completely impassive, almost looking through her.
'Now, walk over to that far wall and stand facing it.'

Jen walked slowly, still becoming accustomed to moving her body again,
her body still recovering from its earlier experiences. For a moment,
she thought she would fall as she walked, but just managed to keep her
balance, finally reaching the wall. She stood as close as she could
while still standing straight, her toes touching it, her face close to
the cool stone. She tried to keep herself as calm as she could while
she waited, unsure if this was the punishment in itself, or if more
was to come.

Behind her, she could hear Mistress moving again, the click of her
heels moving towards one of the walls, then a sound of clinking metal,
then the heels coming towards her again, now accompanied by the sound
of metal. Jen braced herself as Mistress approached, hearing her close
in behind her.

This time, there was no warning of her bondage, but Jen didn't resist.
Mistress grabbed her left leg, pulling it out from her, then swiftly
bound it to a ring in the wall with a chain she had carried over from
the wall, repeating the process with her other leg and her arms,
leaving Jen's body in a loose 'X' against the wall, still standing on
the soles of her feet, but with little room to move, every slight
twitch of her arms and legs accompanied by the soft scrape of the
metal chains that held her there. Then, Mistress' hand were on her
head, tilting it back, something moving in front of her face. For a
moment, Jen thought it was the blindfold again, but this moved down
past her eyes, a rubber strap forcing itself against her lips, her
mouth opening to take it in, then tied tightly behind her head,
gagging her.

'Bite on it. It will help you survive the pain.' Mistress' voice was
cold, but Jen gripped the invader between her teeth, trying to calm
herself, wondering what the pain would be as Mistress stepped back
from her.

She felt something being drawn across her rear, a slim wooden cylinder
with an uneven texture. A cane, she realised, putting the shape and
feel together in her mind. She closed her eyes and bit down hard,
pushing herself against the wall as if to get away from it, something
in just its feel upon her skin communicating dread, an anticipation of
the pain it could inflict. Mistress ran it over her skin, using it to
trace the curve of her soft buttocks, letting Jen feel its entire
length as it coasted slowly over her, letting her become aware of
every curve and bump in the cane's surface, feeling it bend as
Mistress pushed it against her, touching the hard point of the end
against her skin. Mistress pulled it away from her slowly, the sense
of it remaining against Jen's flesh. Her body shivering slightly as
beads of sweat ran down her back

Then, a sudden swish followed by sudden intense pain across the soft
mounds of her rear as it stung into her, a high-pitched slap as it
connected with her skin. She tried to cry out, but her noise was
stifled by the gag as she felt the red stripe of pain across her,
marking her. She could feel it in slow motion in her mind, her skin
sinking beneath it, swelling and stinging in response as the pain bit.
Before, she'd been able to endure the pain, translate the strain of
her muscles into sensation, their slow ache matching her body's desire
for pleasure, but this was too much, too harsh, too sudden, too sharp
to feel as anything but pain.

Another stroke came, and another, each landing just below the one
before it, making the stripe grow, the pain intensify. Jen counted the
blows in her head as they landed, a fourth, fifth and sixth, coming
quickly, thick tears forming in her closed eyes, biting deep into the
rubber gag, each blow doubling the pain she felt, making it sharper,
like a razor in her mind. Seven, eight, nine came, and now her entire
rear was glowing with pain, the harsh sting massive cutting deep in
her mind, as dominant in her senses as pleasure had been so recently.
Ten, hitting on the bottom of the curve, pulling on the chains, the
pain reminding her of her shame at failing Mistress. As her body had
filled with joy and desire earlier, now it filled with the mixture of
pain and shame, engulfing her, swallowing her.

Then, a pause. Had it ended? She knew that this was real pain, far
beyond anything else she had endured, sharp against her skin,
lingering and spreading, her cries of anguish lost in the gag. Then
one more, well below the last one, landing in the middle of her
thighs, somehow feeling worse than all the others, two separate
sensations, one on each leg, her knees buckling, the chains on her
arms tugging harshly at her as she sank. She could feel herself
sobbing, tears flowing down her face, gulps of air sucked past the gag
into her heaving chest. She remembered what Mistress had said earlier,
that one word could end this, even spoken through the restriction of
the gag, but she couldn't even bring herself to think of it, let alone
say it. She knew she deserved this pain, this humiliation by and
before Mistress, reminding her of her failing. Even as it tossed in
the maelstrom of agony, her mind accepted that this was what Mistress
desired of her, that by enduring it she could show she was still
worthy of Mistress.

She was pressed into the wall, trying to brace herself for another
stroke, waiting for the slow eternities to pass before it came, but
then Mistress was close by her again, her hands on her head, untying
the gag and pulling it away. Jen gasped for breath between sobs,
wanting to compose herself for Mistress. She felt Mistress brushing
against her as she sobbed, rubbing lightly against her as she moved,
her presence easing the pain, reminding Jen she was still part of her.
Carefully, her fingers stroked through Jen's hair as she leaned into
her, her voice soft again as she whispered in her ear.

'Well done, my dear. You endured that part of your punishment well.
Now, I must leave you here to reflect on the lesson you have learned,
but I shall return for you when I judge you have endured sufficient
time here.' With that, she turned and walked away, the click of her
heels quick on the floor as she went. Jen heard the door swing open,
then was plunged into blackness as Mistress extinguished the lights in
the cellar before closing the door and leaving Jen behind.

Still sobbing, but feeling herself recover after hearing the love in
Mistress' voice again, Jen leant against the wall, hearing her chains
scrape against the wall. She could still feel the pain burning across
her thighs and rear, knowing that a bright scarlet stripe was there, a
physical representation of the shame she felt within her. In the
darkness, she felt alone, acutely aware of the absence of Mistress,
more than ever before, but she could feel a hope burning within her,
keeping her strong. Mistress would return for her and maybe then she
would take her into her bed. Jen had survived her punishment and now
she could wait in hope for whatever came next.

Almost Chance Part 11 (FF, FDom)
by NB

Jen had no way of knowing how much time was passing as she hung there
in her chains in the darkness of the cellar. To begin with, she was
hopeful as she hung there, holding herself close to the wall, feeling
it's coolness become hers, restoring balance to her raging body, the
pain from her caning steadily dissipating, everything going back to
normal. She hung onto Mistress' words before she left, that promise
that she would return for Jen, knowing that she hadn't been abandoned,
that Mistress still wanted her. Each moment that passed was merely one
more moment gone until she was back with Mistress.

But after she had hung there for a while, doubts crept into her mind.
Mistress had promised to return for her, that was true, but she had
not said when she would return. It could be in a matter of minutes or
seconds, that heavy door behind her could swing open and she'd enter,
or it could be hours, she could leave Jen hanging there all night,
wait until morning then free her from bonds but also free her from her
service, cast her back to the world she'd plucked her out of yesterday
without so much as a parting glance. Now, the passing of each moment
was a thing of dread to her, each second taking her closer to the
morning, the time when Mistress had said she would free her, a
countdown to a freedom Jen was sure she could endure if she hadn't had
the opportunity to show Mistress how devoted to her she was.

It took a while, but she managed to centre herself again, readopting
the mindset she'd found earlier, taking on her subservient role,
accepting that whatever happened or didn't happen was purely decided
by Mistress, not her, and whatever Mistress decided for her, she would
accept as she had taken everything else from her. The collar around
her neck reminded Jen of who she was, that she had entered this
slavery willingly of everything she had taken from Mistress so far,
both pain and pleasure. No matter what happened next, Mistress had
shown her something new, shown Jen her true self, new desires she
hadn't even dreamed she possessed, and even if she never saw Mistress
again, Jen would always be thankful to her.

It was after she had reached this state of calm acceptance of her fate
that she heard the door to the cellar open. Jen listened, attentive,
her ears attuned to the click of Mistress' heels on the stone floor
but this time the sound didn't come. She could sense Mistress, feel
her in the room, feel the patterns of air in the room change as a
breeze moved through the open doorway, but she couldn't hear her. Was
she just standing in the doorway watching her? Jen stood still against
the wall, trying to keep herself calm, listening for something,
anything above the sound of her own breathing.

Then, she felt it. Mistress' fingers on the backs of her thighs,
resting gently on the place where the cane had fallen last, softly
rubbing some sort of lotion into there, easing the few lingering
sparks of pain that remained there. Then, her hands were on Jen's
rear, massaging the same lotion into them, cooling and soothing them.
Silently, Jen accepted Mistress' healing touch, feeling the
tenderness, the love in the movement of her hands as they eased away
the last remnants of Jen's pain. Everything melted away under that
gentle touch, every last scintilla of torment disappeared from Jen's
body pushed away by the feeling of Mistress' love back within her.

Mistress' hands stopped massaging and moved around to Jen's hips
holding her lightly and then she felt something soft and wet touching
the base of her spine. Mistress' lips, kissing her gently, then slowly
working their way up her body, millimetres at a time, a trail of
tender attention marking her. Jen could feel a warmth rising within
her as Mistress' hands followed up her sides at the same rate, the
fingertips lingering on her skin, enough to know that she was held in
Mistress touch as the kiss inexorably progressed up her.

Mistress' fingers rested on the outside of Jen's breasts as her kisses
passed between her shoulder blades. She could smell Mistress now, that
soft sweetness of her perfume surrounding her, the simple fact of her
presence making Jen feel whole again. The kisses reached her neck,
that point where her skin disappeared under her collar, but Jen could
feel them continuing across the leather. She could sense Mistress'
lips upon it, the warmth from them following the circle that bound her
neck, the collar like a gateway to her soul, Mistress' kisses going
deep within her.

Then, Mistress stood against her, pressing her body into Jen's. Jen
could feel it there, realizing that Mistress was now nude, for the
first time she could feel the soft expanse of Mistress' skin fully
against hers. She luxuriated in the intimate touch, feeling the warmth
of their bodies combining together, the soft curves of Mistress'
breasts against her back. She could feel Mistress' nipples against her
skin, round and full, beginning to swell with pleasure as they rubbed
against her. Mistress was close against her, as if she was trying to
meld them together, the curves of their bodies matching together. Jen
could feel all of Mistress against her, those long, slender legs
against hers, even those soft wisps of hair between her legs rubbing
against the base of Jen's back, a faint sense of wetness just below.

Mistress hands began to stroke over Jen's arms, her touch like it had
been before, caring and gentle. They moved up, over her elbows,
touching the leather that covered her lower arms, running over the
rings and chains that bound her until her hands were on the back of
Jen's, Mistress interlacing her fingers with Jen's gripping her hands
tightly. Instinctively, Jen gripped back and Mistress responded by
pushing herself even closer against her, moving her body slowly
against Jen.

For a moment, Jen almost forgot where she was. Feeling Mistress so
close against her, finally having that contact she had desired for so
long upon her body was enough to send a surge of pleasure through her.
She and Mistress were linked, in parallel from their hands to their
feet, their bodies as one, and Jen couldn't help but respond. She
sighed, moaning softly, feeling blood rushing automatically to her
nipples and clitoris, eager to help her find release in Mistress'
touch. She came close to allowing it, letting her body sink back into
Mistress and her love, her mind already anticipating the tender orgasm
that awaited, but the stone under her feet reminded her of where she
was. She was bound to this wall because she had found release here in
the cellar and to do so again, when she was surely so close to being
released, would no doubt anger Mistress even more than it had before.

Jen breathed deeply, calming and controlling herself, letting herself
enjoy the feeling of Mistress so close to her, but realizing that this
was likely another test, another way in which she had to prove herself
worthy of Mistress. She satisfied herself with merely being content at
Mistress' touch, eagerly accepting the warmth of her skin against her,
feeling the union of their fingers intertwined together. Soon,
Mistress was moving again, her body sliding down until her head was
next to Jen's, her lips close to Jen's ear, brushing against it before
whispering into it.

'Well done, my sweet Jen. You have learned from your punishment.' Her
fingers unlocked from Jen's hand, sliding down onto the leather
gauntlets around her arms, starting to pull gently at the laces that
held them tight around her skin, slowly untying them.

'Now, I'm going to remove you from these bonds, free you from the
chains. When you are free, I want you to remain facing the wall and to
count slowly to fifty. Then, you are to turn around and follow the
light to your destiny. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'Good. Now hold still while I free you.' Slowly, carefully she undid
the gauntlets from Jen's arms, moving Jen's arms down to her sides
when they were free, letting the chains fall straight, the leather
bonds still attached to their ends. She moved away from Jen, breaking
the beautiful contact of her skin, crouching between her legs as she
undid the cuffs from round her ankles, casting them off to the side
with a heavy clanking sound. Then she was standing back against Jen,
leaning into her, her hands resting on Jen's.

'Now my sweet, to fifty, slowly, then follow the light.' With that,
she was gone, Jen feeling the cool air of the cellar replacing her
against her back. She tried to listen to the sound of Mistress walking
away, but her footsteps were too soft on the stone for Jen to hear,
Jen still partially listening for the click of her heels on the floor
instead of bare feet.

She started to count slowly, trying to stop herself from rushing
through the numbers, fighting the urge to step away from the wall and
run after Mistress. She whispered the numbers under her breath, taking
the time to breathe in and out fully between each one. The
anticipation rose in her as she got closer and closer to fifty,
feeling butterflies in her stomach as the moment when she could move
away from the wall got closer and closer. She was past forty now, and
was starting to feel nervous, even worried, at what would be there
when she turned round. Mistress had only told her that she should
follow the light to her destiny, but what was that destiny? What was
waiting for her when she turned around?

Forty-nine. She breathed in deeply, held it, then exhaled slowly,
letting all the breath flow out of her body. Fifty. She breathed in
again, steadied herself, took a small step back from the wall and
turned around. The cellar was empty, still dark, the only illumination
coming from the open doorway, a flickering light coming in through it,
breaking the complete darkness Jen had become accustomed to.
Remembering what Mistress had said, she walked to the doorway,
carefully, her body still getting used to moving freely again, the
hard stone beneath her feet a reminder of what unwanted pain would
come if she slipped.

As she reached the doorway, she saw the source of the light. A row of
candles ran up the long stairs that led down to the cellar, the house
in darkness except for the faint light they cast on the stairs. She
followed them, slowly ascending, already hoping where they might lead
her to, but not wanting to assume it, tempt fate, still knowing that
they could lead so many ways when they reached the top of these
stairs. She reached the hallway and stood there, her eyes following
the curve of the candles as they reached out into the open then curved
back round to rise up the main stairway, leading her upstairs, towards
the place she hoped for. She wanted to run up the stairs, sprint even,
but she took them carefully, one at a time, inhaling deeply as she
walked, letting the scent of the candles fill her senses, calming her
down. The staircase turned as it took her upwards then reached a wide
landing, the candles taking a path to the left, Jen following them.

She could see where they led now, the path they made in the darkness
leading to the only open door on the landing, warm golden light
pouring out of it, the light and scent from the candles drawing Jen
into it. She crossed through the doorway and entered into a large room
filled with the flickering light of what seemed like hundreds of
burning candles, scattered all over the room. Their scents mingled,
their warmth filled the room and Jen felt safe an relaxed as soon as
she entered there. Once she had become accustomed to the light, her
eyes were drawn to the bed in the centre of the room. It was giant, an
oversized four poster bed, created from a combination of wood and
iron, covered in white sheeting, but it was what was on the bed that
attracted Jen's attention.

Mistress lay there. She was lying on her side, facing Jen, her body
stretched out on the bed, letting Jen see her nude for the first time.
Jen was transfixed as she looked at the vision of beauty ahead of her,
beckoning to her to join her there, her long slender legs moving
slightly, a thatch of auburn hair visible between them, fading away
into her slim, flat stomach. As Mistress's arms moved, her fingers
waving to Jen as though she were drawing her in to her, her full
breasts moved with them, smooth and round, the skin like alabaster
flowing to her large, round nipples. Her hair was loose, the light
from the candles playing with it, drawing out colour upon colour,
infinite shades of red seeming to play in the long strands.

Jen felt herself walking instinctively towards her, feeling herself
drawn to the open space beside her on those cool white sheets. She
felt almost unworthy of being there, that there was no way she could
be fit to share a bed with someone as beautiful as Mistress, but
Mistress' eager beckoning, the desire in her eyes, the movement of her
body left her in no doubt that she was wanted. She reached the edge of
the bed, climbed upon it and slowly moved towards Mistress, realizing
now that this was her destiny, that this was what everything had been
leading up to.


Almost Chance Part 12 (FF, FDom)
by NB

Slowly, carefully, Jen moved across the bed towards Mistress. She'd
shared beds with women before, but none this beautiful, none that had
put her through the array of feelings Mistress had during those few
hours since they'd met on the train. The only sound in the room came
from the candles, an occasional hiss as flame met wax, their light
still flickering intoxicatingly over Mistress' body as Jen closed in
towards it. She was on all fours, pulling herself towards Mistress,
her right hand touching Mistress outstretched left arm, their hands
closing on each other, Mistress gripping her tight.

They were each looking intently at one another, Jen almost seeing
herself reflected in the flickering depths of Mistress' eyes as she
laid herself down beside her, their faces just inches apart, matching
movements placing their free hands on each other's hip, their joined
hands resting on the bed between them. Slowly, Jen stroked Mistress'
skin, feeling its smoothness against her hand, tracing the curve of it
as Mistress pulled them closer together. Slowly, their lips came
together, brushing against each other, the soft cushion of their
breath between them, then closer and closer, their open mouths joining
together, Mistress running her tongue over Jen's lips as they kissed,
then Jen responding, their tongues intertwining, Jen tasting the
sweetness of Mistress' lips as she ran her tongue over them.

As they kissed, their bodies moved closer, pushing tightly into each
other, Jen feeling their legs tangle together and rub against each
other, Mistress pulling her closer until they were in total contact,
breasts rubbing together gently as they came close. The kiss was
becoming more passionate now, more urgent, their hands coming apart,
their arms wrapping around each other as they held each other close,
Jen feeling the warmth of Mistress' skin against her body, sensing the
vague pulse of her heart beating in her chest.

Mistress gripped Jen harder then rolled over onto her back, pulling
Jen with her so she was now lying on top. Mistress moved her hands
down to cup Jen's rear, gently stroking and massaging there, all pain
now gone from there, replaced with the warmth of her touch. Jen moved
her hands up to Mistress' neck, stroking it as she kissed, letting her
hands run over Mistress' shoulders, wanting to touch and kiss every
part of the beautiful body that now lay beneath her. She lifted her
head slightly, still just holding the kiss, her tongue brushing
Mistress lips, looking down at Mistress' face as they kissed. Her eyes
were open too, looking at Jen with passion and desire, silently urging
her on.

Using her hands to hold Mistress' face, Jen started to kiss her all
over it, slowly laying tiny kisses over her cheeks, her forehead, down
the bridge of her nose, over her chin and then down to her neck,
slowly moving her body down, feeling Mistress move her hands up her
back, flowing over it and round to her breasts, gently running over
them, teasing her nipples as Jen showered her neck and shoulders with
kisses. Jen felt herself responding to Mistress' touch, her hips
pushing down and grinding against Mistress. Mistress arched her body
up in response, grinding back against her. Jen moved her hands
downwards, touching Mistress' breasts for the first time, letting her
fingers explore their curve, their shape, their smoothness, rubbing
the flesh, then slowly touching the nipples, circling them with her
fingertips, feeling them swell at her touch.

She moved her body again, tearing herself away from the delicious
pressure of their grinding hips, moving slowly downwards, letting her
lips trail over Mistress' chest, slowly covering every part of
Mistress skin with the attention of her kisses. She could still feel
Mistress' hands on her breasts, her fingers stroking slowly underneath
them, the nipples cupped in her palms, rubbing them softly, sending a
slow warmth through Jen's body from her touch. Jen's mouth reached
Mistress' left breast and she started kissing it all over, then let
her tongue trace a soft line down to Mistress nipple, using the tip
with her fingers to make it swell before taking it into her mouth,
sucking on the engorged nub, catching it gently between her teeth. She
felt Mistress move in response, the slow rumble of a moan deep in her
throat, her hands moving up to stroke Jen's hair, holding her at her
breast as she sucked on it, playing it on her tongue.

Finally having the taste of Mistress on her tongue was slowly
intoxicating Jen. She was savouring every inch of her skin, tasting
Mistress' essence with every kiss, feeling the blood rushing through
her nipple as it rubbed on Jen's tongue. She could smell the sweet
scent of Mistress' arousal, too, slowly emanating from between her
legs, its smell urging Jen to rush there and take her fill of it, but
she resisted wanting to worship all of Mistress' body she could before
succumbing to the ultimate pleasure of her. Carefully, she let the
nipple fall out of her mouth, giving it one last delicate kiss before
moving to the other side and repeating the process with Mistress'
other breast, loving and worshipping it, feeling Mistress move in
response, her fingers caressing Jen's head in a matching rhythm.

She felt Mistress move her legs beneath her, moving Jen's legs apart,
sliding between them, rubbing her thigh against Jen's sex, applying
subtle pressures to her clit. Jen ground back, loving the feeling of
Mistress against her like that, slowly moving her hand over Mistress'
bare stomach, stroking her hip, moving inward, running her fingers
through the soft mat of auburn hair between Mistress' legs, feeling
them rise and part as she touched her there. Still sucking on
Mistress' nipple she began to stroke her sex, feeling its outline with
her fingers, taking her time to explore its patterns, feeling the
swollen lips pushing at her fingers, their eager wetness calling her
inside.

Mistress was alternately moaning and sighing now, and Jen looked up
from her breast to see that her head was tilted back, pushing hard
into the bed beneath it as Jen's exploring fingers and tongue sent
little sparks of pleasure through her. Her leg was still rubbing
between Jen's, steadily pushing her upwards. Jen let the nipple slide
out and started to kiss back up Mistress' body, the pressure on her
sex reminding her of the feelings Mistress had given her earlier, she
eager to give the same and more back to Mistress to show how thankful
she was. Slowly, she kissed up Mistress' outstretched neck, under her
chin, her fingers still exploring between her legs, running over
Mistress' clit, feeling ti swell and throb as she began to softly
stroke it.

Then, her lips were on Mistress again, mashing together, her tongue
pushing against Mistress' lips, feeling them open easily and welcome
it into her mouth. As she did that she slipped one finger, two into
Mistress, her actions rewarded with a deep moan and Mistress arching
her back, forcing her body into Jen's, her skin now flush with warmth,
tiny beads of sweat from both of them mixing together as their bodies
started to move against each other, Jen feeling herself slide over the
sleek skin of Mistress. She pushed her fingers deeper inside her,
using her thumb to rub Mistress' clit, starting to forget the
sensations of her own body, concentrating her attention on Mistress'
pleasure alone, giving herself solely to her desire, her pleasure.

Slowly, Jen pulled back from the kiss, moving her legs so they were
both between Mistress' then carefully pushed herself up onto her knees
between them, keeping her fingers inside Mistress while she moved. She
looked down at Mistress, seeing the pink tinge to her skin as her
arousal spread, looking at the beautiful body below in her, rejoicing
that the pleasure it was enjoying was coming from her. She watched
Mistress start to rub her own breasts, then look up towards Jen,
smiling widely, licking her lips. Jen slid a third finger inside
Mistress, felt it being gripped tightly as she pushed deeper into her,
running a hand down her own body then onto Mistress' chest, letting
her fingers interlace with Mistress on her breast, increasing her
rhythm, pushing her body forward, closer, leaning over her.

She kept leaning, moving forward, kissing Mistress between her
breasts, feeling her body move up towards her lips, her sex clenching
against her fingers, waves of pressure tight against them, releasing,
returning. She could feel the muscles inside Mistress contract as she
kissed down her stomach, letting her tongue trace a circle round the
navel, seeing it undulate as she glided over it, the scent of
Mistress' sex becoming stronger and stronger in Jen's nose as she came
closer and closer to it, sweet and strong, beckoning her down to it,
her eagerness to taste it rising higher and higher within her.

Mistress was moaning louder now, the motion of her hands on her
breasts becoming frantic as Jen ran her tongue over her mound, feeling
the hairs, now slick with sweat, tickling her tongue as it flowed
through them. She increased the pace at which her fingers moved,
rubbing Mistress' clit hard as her tongue came down to it, moving her
fourth finger inside her, feeling it eagerly accepted, almost sucked
in. Her tongue reached Mistress' clit, eagerly teasing it out from
under its hood, twisting it round, kissing it, sucking it, hearing
Mistress' moans become louder, her body moving more. Jen could taste
her now, Mistress' aroma filling her nose, the taste of her in her
mouth, seeming to permeate her entire body. All Jen's attention became
focused on this one point, all her senses centred on her hand and her
mouth, seeing herself as purely those, her only role to pleasure
Mistress, her only desire to receive more of her scent, more of her
taste, filling her soul like a perfect drug.

She could sense now that Mistress was close to her peak, close to
giving Jen the reward she sought for her devotion, the chance to see
Mistress in ecstasy, knowing that she had delivered her there. She
intensified her efforts, fingers pushed deep inside Mistress, moving
them, feeling the slick velvet of her sex, running her tongue up and
down from the lips to the clit then licking it, sucking it, running it
over her teeth.

Then she felt it, as though it was happening in her mind not Mistress'
body. She knew that Mistress had released, given way. She could feel
what Mistress was feeling, sense the waves of pleasure transmitted
from Mistress' body into hers. Still she continued, keeping Mistress
in her ecstasy, even though she could feel her own body weakening in
the wake of the shared orgasm, Mistress bringing her thighs together,
gripping Jen's head in place, wrapping her legs around her as though
she was trying to pull Jen inside her. She cried out now, a feral roar
from deep within her and Jen felt the same surge inside her, like
electricity running up her arm and into her body, firing into every
cell. Mistress' body bucked again, her motion pushing Jen into the
bed, the friction setting her off into her own climax, one that
started from nowhere and everywhere at once, freezing her body and
melting it a million times every second.

Jen felt Mistress' grip on her loosen, Mistress fighting her way
through the spasms that wracked her body to reach down to Jen, pull
her up the bed to lie alongside her. They felt into a tight embrace,
bodies as close as possible, moving together through their joint
release, holding each other tight, kissing heavily, passionately, the
taste of Mistress' sex passed back and forth between their mouths like
a sacrament. Jen could feel everything she had been before this moment
disappear, swallowed in the crush of her passion, her entire body and
soul feeling like it was totally, irrevocably, linked to Mistress.



Almost Chance Part 13 (FF, FDom)
by NB

Jen woke and was immediately lost, unsure of where she was. She'd
always been a slow riser, someone who took a while to go from ending
sleep to being fully awake and her normal morning confusion was added
to by waking in an unfamiliar bed. She was in a large bed, under white
sheets in an unfamiliar room, the bright light of the day outside
filtered in through white net curtains over the solitary window in the
room. She could feel that she was naked between the sheets, the soft
cotton wrapped round her body, holding the sheet to her chest as she
sat up, feeling a stiffness in her muscles as she moved.

Slowly, as she looked around the room, her memories of the day before
came back to her. The train journey, Mistress, the tormented pleasures
she had experienced and finally the blissful lovemaking they had
shared in this bed. She smiled as the memories came back to her, her
presence in this room a physical reminder that all she had experienced
had not been a dream. Almost unconsciously her fingers moved to her
neck as she thought of Mistress, looking for the collar she wore, that
permanent reminder of how she had willingly chosen to bind herself to
Mistress and all she represented.

It wasn't there. Her neck was as bare as the rest of her body. She
looked around the bed, around the room, desperately hoping to see it
there, thinking that maybe Mistress had removed it to let her sleep
safely without it pinching her neck, but it was nowhere to be seen.
Neither was Mistress, the room totally empty, the candles that had lit
it so enchantingly the night before all burnt away, the door closed.

Jen knew that this was the bed she had shared with Mistress. She could
still sense her presence there, see the indentation beside her where
Mistress had lain as they feel into sleep, Mistress' armed wrapped
around her, holding them together close and tight. Her scent was still
lingering there beside Jen, a few auburn strands of her hair left
behind, vivid against the white of the bed. As her fingers ran across
the skin of her neck, Jen could still feel some faint marks there, a
lingering trace of the collar, already fading into memory. She
remembered Mistress' promise to her yesterday, that she would set Jen
free this morning, allow her to go back to the journey she had been on
when chance had thrown them together. When Mistress had first made
that promise to her, Jen had accepted it happily, not knowing the
heights to which Mistress would take her, not knowing what she would
experience in that house. At that time, she thought she'd just leave
this house after a passionate few hours with an interesting tale of an
exotic one-night stand, a uniques excuse to give Kelly for her
lateness, but she had discovered something more, desires she hadn't
thought existed within her, a part of her that could not be silenced
with mere memory and fantasy.

She was fully awake now, rubbing her eyes to remove the last of the
murk of sleep and saw something she hadn't noticed before in her
frantic look around the room. Something was hanging on the back of the
door, long and white, with what looked like a piece of paper fixed to
it. She climbed out of the bed and walked towards the door, almost
oblivious now to her body's nudity, totally used to being like that in
this place. As she approached, she saw that it was a silk robe hanging
from the door, and the paper, fixed to it with a matching white
ribbon, had writing on it, ornately curved handwriting in deep red,
almost black, ink. She took it and read:

'Sweet Jen,

'I trust you have slept well. I would have woken you when I rose, but
you were sleeping so peacefully, looking so beautiful, that I thought
it best to let you continue resting and to allow your body to recover
from yesterday.

'As I promised, I have removed your collar to give you back your
freedom this morning and you are now free to leave at any time you
wish. If you want to go now, you may. You will find your possessions
outside this room and a ride to wherever you wish to go will be
arranged for you. However, if you wish to see me again, you may dress
in this robe and come to see me. I shall be waiting in the garden at
the rear of the house.

'Choose carefully, my dear Jen.

'Kate'

At the bottom of the page, there was a faint pattern in red, the soft
outline of Mistress' lips where she had clearly kissed the paper
before leaving it for Jen. She looked at the name - Kate - whispering
it to herself, almost silently, as though she were testing it out. It
had never occurred to her that the woman who had done so much for her,
to her, had a name other than Mistress, but as she thought on the
name, she realised that Mistress had shown her a deeper intimacy, a
brief revelation of the true self that was encapsulated within her. It
reminded Jen that Mistress wasn't merely the beautiful creature that
had taken her on such an intoxicating journey during those few hours
yesterday, but also the real woman who she had made love with on such
an intimate level in the room she was now standing in, whose essence
still lingered there. More than that, though, Jen felt it revealed
something deeper. There had been no sense of revelation to her when
she read that name on the paper as though, even though she had not
been told it, she already knew that Mistress was also Kate, that this
was something she had already learned on a deeper, subconscious,
level.

Realising that made the choice easy, even though she had been almost
certain as to what she was going to do before. Jen knew that
everything about her time in this house felt right, as though she was
meant to be there, and she knew she didn't want to leave and even if
she had to, she would not go without seeing Mistress - Kate - one last
time. She slipped into the robe, feeling it fit almost perfectly
around her as it went on, and opened the door.

Walking out of the room, she saw her bag sitting there, the clothes
she had been wearing yesterday neatly folded on top of it, another
note beside it along with a phone. She ignored them, their presence
not tempting her to reconsider for even a moment, and headed across
the landing and down the stairs.

The stairway was empty as she descended it, but she could still easily
recall how it had looked the night before, remembering the glow of the
candles as they guided her from the cellar to the bliss of Mistress'
bed. There were no directions for her now, but she didn't need them,
some pat of her knew exactly where she was going, even though so much
of this house was unfamiliar to her. That presence of Mistress she had
felt within her before was still there, but different now, Jen not
feeling the acute pain of her absence, but knowing where she was,
feeling her calling to her, her position marked like a beacon, letting
Jen find her way to her.

She turned right at the bottom of the stairs, away from the room where
Mistress had first bound her, past the stairs that led down to the
cellar, past the bathroom where she had rested before entering the
cellar, and into the living room she had glimpsed earlier. It was a
large, long room, sumptuously decorated like the rest of the house, a
perfect mixture of antique and modern but Jen's attention was focused
on the full length windows that ran down the back of it. Through them
she could see out into the garden behind, a large expanse of perfectly
kept grass that slowly merged into the woods that surrounded the
house. The windows at the end were a set of sliding doors, left open,
the cool breeze from outside sweeping in through them. Jen headed
through them, onto the wide stone patio. Looking around, she saw
Mistress sitting alone at a wooden table in the deep shade at the end
of it, looking away from Jen and over the garden.

Walking towards her, Jen saw that she dressed simply, wearing loose
black Indian-style cotton trousers and a matching top. Her hair was
loose, deep red strands falling down her back, brushing the back of
her chair. She turned, smiling, as Jen approached her.

'So, you do not wish to leave me just yet? I'm glad to see you again,
my dear Jen. Please, take a seat.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Jen sat down at the other chair by the table, sitting
just around from Mistress.

'No, my dear. There is no need to call me Mistress now. I have
returned your freedom to you, so you can call me Kate while we're out
here. After all, I did only tell you to call me Mistress within the
house, didn't I?' Her smile was warm and friendly, her tone reminding
Jen politely of the subtle change in their roles removing the collar
had made.

'Yes, Mis- ... Kate.'

'Good. Now, you obviously slept well, my dear, and your presence here
must mean that you enjoyed what occurred yesterday, otherwise you'd be
busily leaving right now, yes?'

'I did, yes. It was amazing. I hadn't imagined it was possible to feel
like that. Thank you, Kate.'

She smiled again, her hand reaching out to rest on Jen's arm, holding
it lightly. They sat like that for a while, in silence, watching the
wind move the trees, listening to the sounds of the countryside around
them. There was so much Jen wanted to say, so many things she wanted
to declare to Kate, so much she wanted to ask for, but she wasn't sure
if this was the place, if her requests would be brushed off, leaving
her desolate and alone.

Kate's hand began to stroke the underside of Jen's arm, the soft touch
reminding her of how it had felt yesterday, the strange magic she had
felt when her skin was touched by Mistress. She knew she wanted that
touch again, wanted that feeling, wanted to give herself to Mistress
completely, totally, eternally. That thought fired her courage,
telling her she had to speak, had to ask for it herself.

'Kate?'

'Yes, my dear?'

'I- I don't want to go. I don't want to leave you. At all.' She rushed
through her statement, her heart beating hard, her stomach filling
with butterflies as she spoke, hoping she hadn't gone too far, praying
that her plea wouldn't be rejected.

Kate turned to look at her, still smiling but with an intensity in her
eyes. 'I knew that from the moment you came out here, my sweet. But
what's important is not what you don't want, but what you want. Tell
me that. Tell me what you desire.'

The words came from Jen in a rush. 'To be yours, to be your slave. I
want to give myself totally to you. I want to surrender everything I
am and give it willingly to you.'

'And why do you wish to do this?'

The answer came almost instinctively to Jen. 'Because I know this is
where I am meant to be. With you. Always.' That was it. She didn't
think it, or feel it. She knew it. From somewhere deep within her she
knew that this was where she should be, had to be.

'I know it too, my sweet. From when I first laid my eyes on you, and
even before then, I knew you were destined to be mine, as though fate
had brought us together.' She reached down by the side of the chair
and lifted something from the floor. Jen saw it was her collar and her
body ached to wear it again, to never remove it once she had fixed it
on again. 'You would willingly take this and wear it again?'

'Yes, I would.'

'I had hoped you would say that. But before you can make that
decision, your final decision, you must be aware of all that has led
you here. It was not chance that brought you here, my dear. Almost
chance, perhaps, but fate had a helping hand.' She turned away,
looking to the corner of the house. 'I think you should come out now.'

What? Jen thought. She was confused now, her mind trying to work out
what Kate - Mistress - had just said to her. What she had said about
knowing before they had met that they would be together had triggered
something like a memory, some reminder of something deep within her
that had told her she would be here, as though they had met before
elsewhere. But what now? Who was she talking to?

From around the corner of the house, someone came. She was in the
darkest part of the shade, hard to pinpoint and identify, but Jen
could tell from her silhouette who it was. A tall figure, short bobbed
blonde hair now becoming clear as she came into the light, those
familiar curves, that lazy walk.

Kelly.

-----

Almost Chance Part 14 (FF, FDom)
by NB

Jen had already felt her view of the world change several times over
the last day. Just twenty four hours ago, she'd been a shy, reserved,
girl off to visit a friend and now she was a submissive, a woman
ready, eager, to willingly give herself to another woman, to proudly
accept her slavery. Realising that she and Mistress shared a
connection beyond what she had already thought had been something
she'd accepted, just a natural realisation from all that had gone
before, but this was something she had not been expecting.

She blinked hard, twice, making sure this was Kelly she was seeing
before, not just some other woman that looked a bit like her. It was
undoubtedly her, pulling up a chair to sit at the table opposite her
and Mistress. Jen could still feel her touch, Mistress' - Kate's -
hand still resting on her arm, calming her slightly, keeping her
grounded. Jen looked between the two other women, seeing a knowing
glance and smile pass between them.

'Hi babe.' Kelly said. 'Surprised to see me, I bet.'

Jen couldn't think of a response. Surprise didn't even begin to cover
the emotions she was feeling. It was more like shock, a sense that
everything she had thought she had known was wrong. Now she understood
what Kate had meant when she said their meeting had been almost
chance. Was this all just a game? Was the prospect of her servitude
just a fantasy?

'I think we should explain.' Kate said, her hand still gripping Jen's
arm, leaning towards her with a reassuring smile. 'Do not worry, my
sweet. Everything that has happened here, everything that has been
said, is true. You just need to know how it came to be before you can
make your decision.'

'OK,' Kelly said, 'I think the first thing you need to know is that me
and Kate aren't lovers. We're friends, and we've had sex a few times,
but this isn't about the two of us. It's about you and Kate.'

Jen relaxed a little. In her mind, the darkest prospect had been the
idea that she'd give herself to Mistress, only to find that Kelly had
got there first and had a higher place in her affections than Jen
could achieve.

Kate was speaking now, her voice as calm and relaxing as ever. 'As
you've seen, my dear, this is a house of pleasure. I often hold
parties here, inviting women I know and women they know to come here
and... have fun for an evening.'

'That was where chance came in, if anywhere.' Kelly said. 'I've been
seeing Tania - she's a lecturer at the University - and she knows
Kate, so she asked me if I wanted to come to a sex party one night.
Well, I could hardly say no to that, could I? So, we come here and
have a very good time.' She was grinning salaciously now, clearly
remembering what had happened that night.

Kate picked up the story now. 'I like to get to know any women who
come here who I haven't met before, so I was talking to Kelly and
showing her the house. We followed a couple of girls down to the
cellar and then...'

'That was the strangest thing. As soon as I walked in there and saw
what was going on - girls tied up, all that sort of thing - I thought
of you, Jen.' Kelly said.

'Me?' Jen asked, finally finding her voice. 'Why me? I'd never done
anything like that before I came here.'

'Never even though of it, I bet, right?' Kelly smiled, already knowing
the answer. 'And that was why it was so strange. It was like I knew
that you'd enjoy it down there. Maybe it's because you were always
pretty passive whenever we were together, but I just knew that down
there was a place you should be. So, I mentioned you to Kate, she
wanted to know more and -'

'That's how I came to get on the train to meet you. Kelly told me when
you were going to visit, so I arranged to get on the same train and
see what happened. The rest you know, of course.'

'So have you been here all this time?' Jen asked Kelly.

'Oh no. I just got here this morning. Kate called me yesterday to let
me know you'd come with her, and she thought I should be here to
explain what brought all this about. So, are you angry with me?'

Jen was silent for a moment, thinking it over. For a while there, she
thought she had been angry with Kelly, thought that all this has been
an unintentionally cruel trick, showing her a life she knew she now
wanted then snatching it away, saying it all had never been real. But
now she realised that there was something more at work. Kelly had
confirmed what she had already been thinking, that she was somehow
meant to be here.

'No. Of course I'm not angry with you. I'm happy.'

'Happy?' Kelly asked.

'Happy that my best friend can be here to see me giving myself to Mistress.'

She could feel Mistress gripping her arm tighter as she said that and
didn't need to look at her to know that she was smiling broadly at
Jen's declaration. Part of her had expected Kelly to be shocked by it,
had thought that her friend would be shocked to see her give herself
like this to another woman, but she wasn't. Jen saw that she was
smiling too.

'Wow.' Kelly said. 'To think I had a hand in bringing the two of you
together. I thought - I knew that you would enjoy meeting Kate, but I
never expected it to end like this.'

'You think she shouldn't go through with it?' Kate asked.

'Oh no, I definitely think she should. I think you two were meant to
be together.'

'Maybe we were.' Kate said.

'You think so?' asked Kelly.

'I know so. But that's a story for another time, I think. For now,
will you stay and witness Jen's surrender to me?'

'I wouldn't miss it for the world.'

****

Jen looked at herself in the mirror as she dried herself off after her
bath. It had been less than twenty-four hours since she had first
encountered Mistress on the train, yet now she was give herself
entirely to her almost without a second thought. Yet she felt no
worries about what she was about to do, even those concerns the sight
of Kelly had caused within her had gone almost as quickly as they
arrived. Indeed, Kelly's tale had only helped to confirm her belief
that this was where she was meant to be, that she had been destined to
give herself to Mistress.

Looking at her body now, she felt no shame at her nudity and wasn't
viewing it with the critical eye she had looked at herself with before
all this. Then, she had concerned herself with worries about how she
looked, whether she was gaining weight, if her breasts were too small,
but now she knew that her body was owned by Mistress, was part of
Mistress and thus had to be beautiful if it was part of her. It was
only through some sense of nostalgia that she looked at herself now,
knowing that this would be the last time she would see herself without
a collar. Mistress and Kelly were waiting for her, back in the room
where she had first taken Mistress' collar the day before, waiting for
her to cleanse herself before she took that final decision. Jen had
been ready to go through with it straightaway, but Mistress had
insisted she take time to bathe first. Jen had been unsure as to why
she had insisted on it, but now she could see why. The bath had been
like a baptism, washing away what remained of her old self, her old
life, giving Jen the chance to see her old self one last time and say
goodbye to that life.

She was ready now. Carefully, she opened the door and then slowly
walked across the hallway. The door to the room was open and she
walked into it, seeing Mistress and Kelly standing there waiting for
her, Mistress standing in front of the window, silhouetted by the
light, Kelly standing to one side of the room, her position showing
her role as an observer, not a participant in what was to come. Both
had changed their clothes while Jen was in the bath, Kelly now wearing
a long, almost formal red dress but Mistress' outfit was what caught
Jen's attention, reminding her again of the sheer beauty of the woman
she was about to give herself to. For a moment as she first saw her in
the light, Jen thought she was nude, but as her eyes adjusted to the
light she saw that thought had come merely from the fact that
Mistress' clothes fitted her like a second skin. She was clad in
lather again, black this time, only her arms left bare in an outfit
like a catsuit that flowed over her from her neck down to the matching
stiletto boots on her feet. The gold bands she had worn the night
before were again on her arms, her hair loose, brushed back so it fell
behind her shoulders, her lips coloured a deep blood red, an enigmatic
smile playing on them as she watched Jen approach.

Jen lowered herself to her knees in front of Mistress, lowering her
head and placing her hands in her lap. She was utterly calm, even
relaxed, sure in who she was and what she was doing. The room was
silent, but she could feel both Mistress looking at her, Kelly looking
at both of them, witness to this moment of truth. Then Mistress spoke.

'Look up, my sweet.'

Jen raised her head and saw that Mistress was holding her collar in
front of her, resting it on her outstretched hands. Their eyes locked,
Jen feeling Mistress gaze burn deep into her, showing her everything
the collar represented with no need for words, their communication on
a higher level already. Slowly, Jen lifted her hands up, carefully
taking the collar from Mistress, reverently lowering it down as
Mistress returned her hands to her side, watching impassively.

Jen looked at the collar carefully, searching within herself for any
last doubts, anything that might prevent her from wearing the collar.
There was nothing. Every part of her was prepared for it, every cell
in her body felt as though it belonged to Mistress already. Putting on
the collar was just an outward symbol of a change that had already
occurred within her. Slowly, she placed the collar round her neck,
feeling it slide into place around it as though it was made to be
there. Even in that short time she had been without it that morning,
she had missed the feel of it there, as if a part of her was missing.
As she fixed it into place, tying the strap, she felt complete again,
like everything was right in her life for the first time. The last of
her old self had fled, replaced by the slave she had willingly become,
on her knees before the woman she had given herself to.

Her destiny had finally found her. Fate, not chance, had brought her
here. She was home.

-----

And that's it. Thanks for all your comments throughout the series,
it's ben a real motication to complete it. There are definitely other
stories about Jen and Mistress to write (and perhaps even a rewrite of
this) so look out for them. As always, comments are welcome to
anonymous.writer@gmail.com

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