Unwilling Obedience
folder
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
17,215
Reviews:
29
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
17,215
Reviews:
29
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3: Training Sessions
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
UPDATE:
It's been many months since I've updated anything I have up on this website. I haven't necessarily been lazy; I've been writing a lot, and I have a few chapters for this story done, but I am choosing to introduce them one at a time, at a rate of every two weeks or so. The chapters are a tad lengthy, but I think they flow well. I hope you enjoy them. As always, reviews and ratings make me happy. I have no intention of holding chapters hostage until ransom is paid, but remember: a happy writer is a productive writer. ;)
I mentioned that I would introduce Chloe in this chapter. I decided against it, to shorten the dialogue a little bit; nothing that was significant to the plot was truly lost in this decision, so don't panic. I intend to use her, and in fact, I already have the chapter written where she makes her debut, and I promise, it's a good debut, and really should be considered the 'true beginning' of the story. This is just setting the table, so far.
I've babbled long enough, so here's just a quick schedule of when chapters will be added, but keep in mind, that my forgetfulness can cause some changes inadvertently:
Nov 8th, 2008, Chapter 3: Training Sessions
Nov 22nd, 2008, Chapter 4: Cover Girl
Dec 6th, 2008, Chapter 5: Oral Report
Dec 20th, 2008, Chapter 6: Sick Seduction
More chapters will be added to the schedule with future updates.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 3: Training Sessions
Lana woke up the next morning in the same place she fell asleep; in Kara’s arms. As she made sense of her surroundings, and cleared the cobwebs from the previous night’s sleep, everything she had been forced to endure rushed back to her. Now that the extreme pleasure that was clouding her mind while she performed those unspeakable acts was gone, she felt sickened with herself and her predicament again.
“Good morning, Lana.”, Kara whispered with, what seemed to be, a genuinely happy smile on her face, lacking the evil and sickness it had possessed the previous day.
“Good morning, Kara.”, Lana responded, not nearly as happy to see the Kryptonian as she was to see her.
“Pardon? What was that you called me?”, Kara asked sternly, her smile quickly fading.
“... Mistress.” Lana muttered, as she was hoping that she would not be restricted to those rules all day, and only at night.
“Better, pet.”, Kara complimented. “We’re going to have a fun day today, so get up, and go wash up. We have some training to do.”
Lana could not get her response in, or her opinion on this training thing Kara had in mind, as her mistress vanished from the bed, leaving her alone to prepare. As she slowly made her from Kara’s bed, she found that her clothes had either been taken away, or well hidden; Lana knew full well as to what was being hinted. She had to ‘present’ herself in the nude to Kara when she was done getting ready.
As Lana made her way to the bedroom’s personal washroom, she found that all of her things had been moved there, suggesting that she would be spending a lot more time in that bedroom than she thought. As she looked in the mirror, she was reminded that she was still wearing the collar; a symbol of her submission to Kara. She had grown used to the feeling of the collar around her neck the night before, so she had completely forgotten it was even there. The sight of herself completely naked, with the exception of that symbol of servitude made her shiver slightly. She quickly washed up, trying to remove the filth from last night, from her body. She spent an unusually long time brushing her teeth, however, as she could still taste herself, and Kara very well; something she enjoyed, but wanted to forget at the same time.
As her pet attempted to clean herself off, Kara was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, for herself, and for her slave. She had no intention of starving Lana, or physically harming her, at least with no reason. She had big plans, and needed her in perfect physical condition if the plans would ever have a chance of going well.
Finally, Lana made her appearance, making her way down stairs, awkwardly and completely naked. She could smell breakfast, and it was making her hungry, especially considering she did not eat at all the previous day due to the shock and nerves of her new situation. She was not certain if she was allowed to eat, nor would she ask; she would just hope. Just the thought of not being allowed to make basic decisions like eating what she wanted, when she wanted, made Lana realize how severe her situation really was. As she made her way into the dining room, her line of sight met with Kara’s, who was sitting at the table eating her breakfast.
“Nice to see you down here, finally, Lana. It took you a while. Is everything okay?”, Kara asked, as if she was genuinely concerned. She could tell that the non-condescending tone was throwing Lana off and making her nervous; the fact that she was naked, standing in the dining room was not mentioned at all.
“Everything is fine, mistress.” Lana responded, feeling hungry, and very nervous.
“Are you hungry?” Kara asked.
“Yes, mistress.” Lana replied, too hungry to lie out of pride. The fact that she was even asked if she was hungry gave her some hope that she would actually be fed.
“I’ll let you have a good breakfast, but first we need to get started on the first part of your training. Are you ready?”, Kara asked, becoming excited.
“Can I eat first, mistress?”, Lana asked, feeling ashamed for even having to ask that sort of question; she was extremely hungry though, and swallowed her dignity, hoping that Kara would have it in her heart to postpone for at least a single meal.
“I’m afraid not, Lana; you need to earn your benefits here. It won’t take long, I promise.”, Kara responded, but with a kind and polite tone, as Lana had followed the rules outlining the use of the word ‘mistress’ and had been relatively obedient since she arrived downstairs.
“Yes, mistress.” Lana sighed in disappointment, while feeling nervous about what was coming next.
“I’m not just going to tell you what to do, Lana. Part of your job is to ask me what you need to do for me, until you can find the pattern and just do it without asking or hesitation through experience.”, Kara explained.
“What would you like me to do, mistress?” Lana asked, not at all comfortable with the idea of having to do things based on instinct in the near future.
“I still have a lot to eat here, Lana. I want some entertainment. Climb up, and lay down across the table. You’re going to learn how to talk dirty during sex to another woman, by practising during masturbation.”, Kara explained, noting the obvious fear and disappointment filling Lana’s face.
Lana did not bother responding. Summoning the courage she needed, she made her way to the table, which was taller than average tables, and struggled to make her way on top of it. Upon getting herself onto the table completely, she positioned herself on her back as ordered, and stared the ceiling, feeling nervous and confused.
“Don’t worry, Lana, I’ll explain the rules.”, Kara reassured. “You’re simply going to pleasure yourself to an orgasm. The catch is though, that you’re going to be thinking about last night, and reliving that experience in your mind. You’re going to verbalize what you’re telling me to do to you in your head, so I can hear you. You’re going to learn to talk dirty, and talk dirty to a woman.”
Lana did not respond, once again. It was not so much that the idea disgusted her so that she did not want to fulfill the task; the main reason seemed to be some form of performance nervousness. She felt butterflies in her stomach as if she was giving a speech in front of a large audience that she was not prepared for at all. She felt completely frozen.
“Lana, do you understand what you need to do? You know if you don’t put adequate effort into this, I’ll have you keep doing it all day, right?”, Kara asked.
“Yes, mistress.” Lana responded.
Kara smiled, as Lana finally spread her legs apart, ready to start. She watched intently as her slave, who made no arguments against this performance, prepared herself. She ate slowly, intending to make her meal last the appropriate duration. As Kara took a drink of her juice, Lana closed her eyes tightly, and brought her hands to their appropriate places; one working with her breasts, and the other working down below. Kara had a perfect view; she was positioned beside Lana, and could see her from head to toe.
“Open your eyes, dear, and look at me when you do this; I need to make sure you’re directing your dirty talk to the right person.”, Kara ordered, and explained, though she initially considered letting Lana get away with it.
Lana forced her eyes open, and turned to face Kara. Unlike the previous night, there were no tears to be released. The feeling of shame was not as strong, and she assumed to herself that it was because she had done this for her already, minus the talk. As she began to work with her body, she realized it was responding at a much quicker rate than the previous night; she attributed that to the smaller amount of shame as well.
A small moan escaped her lips as she felt her love tunnel growing wet, and hot to her own touch. She wanted to get it over with as fast as possible, but she was literally at a loss for words. As she thought about what she would say to Kara, if it was actually her performing the unspeakable actions upon her body, she could not help but allow her thoughts to drift into last night’s memory banks. She was quickly reminded of how skilled Kara was with her tongue, and it pleasured her in ways that no one else ever had.
“Please... don’t stop...”, Lana whispered, and moaned at the same time to Kara, who watched her intently. “Oh... mistress...”
Although Lana was performing up to her standards, Kara could not help but feel herself growing turned on just because she was making an effort to please her. Watching every curve of Lana’s body glisten with sweat and heat made her wish she was literally sliding her tongue all over her. Though the performance was proving to be adequate enough to turn her on, Kara was still not convinced or satisfied completely; there was no dirtiness involved, and it did not seem all that truthful.
“Lana, I know that you consider yourself a proud, proper, and well mannered woman, but when you’re with me, you’re going to have to start using some of those words that may seem unclean or filthy to you, whether you like it or not. It will grow on you eventually.”, Kara explained, still avoiding using her dominant tone, knowing that she’d need it for later.
“Yes... mistress...” Lana gasped between moans, feeling very nervous now. She knew the words, she just really disliked using them, and felt as if she did not totally know how, while she truly did.
“Mistress... please... lick my pussy...”, Lana moaned, but still in a whisper.
Kara was pleased with Lana’s advancement. She was still not entirely happy with the nervousness, or the second guessing of every word. She intended to keep Lana on that table, performing, orgasm after orgasm, until she was able to articulate herself as if she meant every word. After several moments, Kara decided to play a card she had hoped to save for later, but this was taking far too long and that opportunity was lost.
“Lana. I forgot to mention. Chloe called last night, and mentioned she was dropping by sometime this morning to discuss something with you.”, Kara explained.
“Mistress?”, Lana questioned, suddenly feeling scared about getting caught masturbating on the kitchen table; all the curtains were open, and if anyone dared to show up, they would easily catch a glimpse of her.
“Yes, Lana. So you better hurry up, and get this down pat. You’re not leaving that table until you get it right, whether you have one more spectator or not.”, Kara warned, somewhat more dominant in tone than before. Her pet did not respond, but quickened her work on her body.
“Please mistress! Lick my hot pussy! I need to feel my mistress’ tongue on me!”, Lana screamed, feeling less pressure about performing, and more about being caught now. “Oh! Please mistress! Make your slut cum! Your slut needs this!”
Lana was slightly disgusted by what she was saying, but at the same time, it was what was actually going through her head while thinking about the previous night’s sexual encounter. Although the words themselves were disgusting in her head, she felt relieved to be getting them off her chest; the previous night she was almost to the point of begging and breaking down into tears for her orgasm, but forced herself to keep quiet. It was somewhat of a weight off of her shoulders.
“Mistress! I’m going to cum! Please make your pet scream!”, Lana cried loudly, as her moans echoed through the house, shocking even Kara. Her orgasm hit extremely hard as she began to tremble, scream, and moan uncontrollably.
“Very good, Lana.”, Kara complimented, as her pet was still experiencing her orgasm. “Make sure you lick up that mess from your hands, and the mess you made on the table. Let me know how good it tastes.”
Without a second thought, Lana brought her fingers to her mouth and began to suck them clean, while moaning wildly in response to both her orgasm and her own sweetness. Part of her just wanted to get off of the table as quickly as possible, while another part, one that she tried to suppress for so long, just felt good to be released and allowed to enjoy her self-pleasure, and her own flavour. She felt relatively confident that she could make the excuse that she was pressured into doing it and did not enjoy it at all later, if she had to.
Kara smiled, and watched in awe as Lana made her way to her hands and knees, and slid her tongue across the table, cleaning it of her mess. The moans still filled the house.
“It tastes so good, mistress.” Lana moaned, as she finished cleaning up.
“That was very good, Lana. You’re learning well.” Kara complimented, receiving a look of uncertainty from her pet. Kara knew that Lana did not know how to feel; pleased or ashamed.
“Thank you, mistress.” Lana replied, now avoiding eye contact, and breathing deeply trying to catch her breath.
“I’ll get you breakfast.” Kara smiled, and announced cheerfully, which put her pet at ease in an eerie way.
“Mistress, may I get dressed?” Lana asked her mistress from atop the table, concerned that Chloe would walk in at any moment.
“After you’re done eating, maybe,” Kara stopped, and smiled at her pet, “Don’t you move. I’ll be right back.”
With that, Lana’s mistress vanished into the kitchen. Lana felt extremely uncomfortable, on her knees and completely naked on display on the dining room table. The large windows in the room put her at the mercy of the eyes of anyone nearby; she was once thankful to be on a relatively isolated farm, though the thought of Chloe seeing her in her current predicament drove her into a silent, mental panic.
“Here you go!” Kara said enthusiastically as she made her way back into the dining room, and placed a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of Lana, who was now covering her beautiful body with her arms.
“Thank you, mistress.” Lana said nervously, eager to eat, and eager to finish it quickly so she could get dressed. As she looked down at the plate however, she found that Kara had given her no utensils. Disappointed, Lana logically assumed that Kara intended for her to eat with her hands. As she reached down towards a slice of bacon, she felt her arms quickly forced behind her back. In shock, she tried to struggle, only to find that she had been hand cuffed. Her mistress quickly fazed back into sight, sitting in the same seat as before.
“No hands, dear. You haven’t earned that privilege yet. Dig in; you had better finish it all.” Kara explained, watching Lana grow slightly annoyed in response.
Lana was not sure how to react. She was still on her knees on the table, meaning the plate was low, and hard to reach. Not wanting to argue, as she was sure that Chloe would soon arrive, she attempted to lean downwards, and keep her balance at the same time. Her attempt failed however, as she lost balance, and she collapsed; her chest was pressed against the table, while she was still on her knees. Disgruntled and uncomfortable, she pushed on, slowly eating the food from her plate; her face was becoming a mess, as she had no choice but to dig in face first.
Kara giggled loudly, watching Lana struggle to eat; her pet responded with an annoyed glare. Kara had no choice but to push Lana to every limit she could possibly think of; it was an important part of breaking her. She wished to find that ever popular ‘line’ and force Lana to cross it over and over again. She felt completely turned on, knowing that Lana was humiliated, and was willing to go as far as to eat like an animal to be obedient. The evidence was literally all over her pet’s face, and the collar was quite fitting to the situation.
The show finally came to an end, as Lana finished licking her plate. She felt very uncomfortable; her first instinct was to somehow wipe the mess from her face, but her hands were bound, preventing her from doing so. Slowly, she lifted her nervous gaze from her plate, and made eye contact with Kara.
“Did you enjoy that, Lana?” Kara asked, using her pet’s actual name, as she reached towards her, and wiped her face with a damp cloth, causing Lana to close her eyes tightly, annoyed.
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you. May I get dressed now?” Lana forcefully asked through the rough wiping her face was being forced to endure.
“What’s the hurry? You look so pretty and helpless up there.” Kara remarked with a twisted grin.
“Mistress, if Chloe sees me like this, she’ll tell Clark, and it will cause so many problems!” Lana explained frantically, looking for mercy, and hoping to hide her shameful predicament from both Chloe and Clark.
“Don’t be silly, Lana. Chloe isn’t coming,” Kara responded, eliciting a confused look from Lana. She continued, “I only told you that so you’d perform properly.”
Lana looked down towards the plate in shame. She had been tricked into performing the duties that were demanded of her without putting up any resistance. What really cut her deeply, however, is that the treatment she was receiving was beginning to feel like an adventure; an adventure she was enjoying. Something about being controlled turned her on. She had always attempted to be independent and strong, and she always managed to do so because whenever she was faced with potential barriers she was able to overcome them. This time, however, she had no chance to overcome this barrier, and being forced to submit was almost giving her a sense of freedom. She had been forced to experience many things she always thought she was against, and turned off by, but now here she was, bound on the kitchen table, unable to keep her thoughts off of Kara being between her legs. She could not even bring herself to comment on Kara’s trick; she just wanted more.
Kara knew she was driving Lana insane, tearing her conscience into two different parts: one that just wanted to suppress all of the urges she had, and one that wanted to let go completely and enjoy the sexual treatment. She knew that Lana was beginning to accept her new place in life and predicament. As a result of that, Kara knew she would have to devise newer and more torturous plans for Lana; it would not be fun any other way. Kara had taken note of the fear in Lana’s eyes when faced with the risk of being seen by one of her friends; she would have to utilize this fear against her, and already was cooking up a scheme.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
CHAPTER ADDED: November 8th, 2008, 3:17 AM EST
Again, scroll to the top to see the schedule. I hope you enjoyed this, but keep in mind that this was just a teaser, as the true heat comes in the future chapters. I understand the desire for consistent sex and amazing scenes, however, I feel that I need to maintain my plotline here and continually break Lana first and foremost, and if that means saving the heat for later, it's a sacrifice I need to make.
I should also mention that while you may have suggestions for where you'd like to see the story go, and how you'd like to see characters used, I must deny your requests no matter how intriguing they are. I have my plans made, and I know exactly where this story is going, and how it's going to end. If you really wish to see something else, feel free to propose some form of challenge, and I'll look it over; I can't promise I'll work on it, but I assure you I read everything I receive carefully, and if something really catches my eye, I might just do it. I only write F/F stories with some form of power shift; that's my niche, and I feel uncomfortable using different genders in any form of imbalanced power relationship. I have my reasons for that. :) This story is my first priority, and will always remain my first priority though.
See you again on November 22nd, and I hope to hear from all of you with your opinions until then! :)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
UPDATE:
It's been many months since I've updated anything I have up on this website. I haven't necessarily been lazy; I've been writing a lot, and I have a few chapters for this story done, but I am choosing to introduce them one at a time, at a rate of every two weeks or so. The chapters are a tad lengthy, but I think they flow well. I hope you enjoy them. As always, reviews and ratings make me happy. I have no intention of holding chapters hostage until ransom is paid, but remember: a happy writer is a productive writer. ;)
I mentioned that I would introduce Chloe in this chapter. I decided against it, to shorten the dialogue a little bit; nothing that was significant to the plot was truly lost in this decision, so don't panic. I intend to use her, and in fact, I already have the chapter written where she makes her debut, and I promise, it's a good debut, and really should be considered the 'true beginning' of the story. This is just setting the table, so far.
I've babbled long enough, so here's just a quick schedule of when chapters will be added, but keep in mind, that my forgetfulness can cause some changes inadvertently:
Nov 8th, 2008, Chapter 3: Training Sessions
Nov 22nd, 2008, Chapter 4: Cover Girl
Dec 6th, 2008, Chapter 5: Oral Report
Dec 20th, 2008, Chapter 6: Sick Seduction
More chapters will be added to the schedule with future updates.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Chapter 3: Training Sessions
Lana woke up the next morning in the same place she fell asleep; in Kara’s arms. As she made sense of her surroundings, and cleared the cobwebs from the previous night’s sleep, everything she had been forced to endure rushed back to her. Now that the extreme pleasure that was clouding her mind while she performed those unspeakable acts was gone, she felt sickened with herself and her predicament again.
“Good morning, Lana.”, Kara whispered with, what seemed to be, a genuinely happy smile on her face, lacking the evil and sickness it had possessed the previous day.
“Good morning, Kara.”, Lana responded, not nearly as happy to see the Kryptonian as she was to see her.
“Pardon? What was that you called me?”, Kara asked sternly, her smile quickly fading.
“... Mistress.” Lana muttered, as she was hoping that she would not be restricted to those rules all day, and only at night.
“Better, pet.”, Kara complimented. “We’re going to have a fun day today, so get up, and go wash up. We have some training to do.”
Lana could not get her response in, or her opinion on this training thing Kara had in mind, as her mistress vanished from the bed, leaving her alone to prepare. As she slowly made her from Kara’s bed, she found that her clothes had either been taken away, or well hidden; Lana knew full well as to what was being hinted. She had to ‘present’ herself in the nude to Kara when she was done getting ready.
As Lana made her way to the bedroom’s personal washroom, she found that all of her things had been moved there, suggesting that she would be spending a lot more time in that bedroom than she thought. As she looked in the mirror, she was reminded that she was still wearing the collar; a symbol of her submission to Kara. She had grown used to the feeling of the collar around her neck the night before, so she had completely forgotten it was even there. The sight of herself completely naked, with the exception of that symbol of servitude made her shiver slightly. She quickly washed up, trying to remove the filth from last night, from her body. She spent an unusually long time brushing her teeth, however, as she could still taste herself, and Kara very well; something she enjoyed, but wanted to forget at the same time.
As her pet attempted to clean herself off, Kara was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, for herself, and for her slave. She had no intention of starving Lana, or physically harming her, at least with no reason. She had big plans, and needed her in perfect physical condition if the plans would ever have a chance of going well.
Finally, Lana made her appearance, making her way down stairs, awkwardly and completely naked. She could smell breakfast, and it was making her hungry, especially considering she did not eat at all the previous day due to the shock and nerves of her new situation. She was not certain if she was allowed to eat, nor would she ask; she would just hope. Just the thought of not being allowed to make basic decisions like eating what she wanted, when she wanted, made Lana realize how severe her situation really was. As she made her way into the dining room, her line of sight met with Kara’s, who was sitting at the table eating her breakfast.
“Nice to see you down here, finally, Lana. It took you a while. Is everything okay?”, Kara asked, as if she was genuinely concerned. She could tell that the non-condescending tone was throwing Lana off and making her nervous; the fact that she was naked, standing in the dining room was not mentioned at all.
“Everything is fine, mistress.” Lana responded, feeling hungry, and very nervous.
“Are you hungry?” Kara asked.
“Yes, mistress.” Lana replied, too hungry to lie out of pride. The fact that she was even asked if she was hungry gave her some hope that she would actually be fed.
“I’ll let you have a good breakfast, but first we need to get started on the first part of your training. Are you ready?”, Kara asked, becoming excited.
“Can I eat first, mistress?”, Lana asked, feeling ashamed for even having to ask that sort of question; she was extremely hungry though, and swallowed her dignity, hoping that Kara would have it in her heart to postpone for at least a single meal.
“I’m afraid not, Lana; you need to earn your benefits here. It won’t take long, I promise.”, Kara responded, but with a kind and polite tone, as Lana had followed the rules outlining the use of the word ‘mistress’ and had been relatively obedient since she arrived downstairs.
“Yes, mistress.” Lana sighed in disappointment, while feeling nervous about what was coming next.
“I’m not just going to tell you what to do, Lana. Part of your job is to ask me what you need to do for me, until you can find the pattern and just do it without asking or hesitation through experience.”, Kara explained.
“What would you like me to do, mistress?” Lana asked, not at all comfortable with the idea of having to do things based on instinct in the near future.
“I still have a lot to eat here, Lana. I want some entertainment. Climb up, and lay down across the table. You’re going to learn how to talk dirty during sex to another woman, by practising during masturbation.”, Kara explained, noting the obvious fear and disappointment filling Lana’s face.
Lana did not bother responding. Summoning the courage she needed, she made her way to the table, which was taller than average tables, and struggled to make her way on top of it. Upon getting herself onto the table completely, she positioned herself on her back as ordered, and stared the ceiling, feeling nervous and confused.
“Don’t worry, Lana, I’ll explain the rules.”, Kara reassured. “You’re simply going to pleasure yourself to an orgasm. The catch is though, that you’re going to be thinking about last night, and reliving that experience in your mind. You’re going to verbalize what you’re telling me to do to you in your head, so I can hear you. You’re going to learn to talk dirty, and talk dirty to a woman.”
Lana did not respond, once again. It was not so much that the idea disgusted her so that she did not want to fulfill the task; the main reason seemed to be some form of performance nervousness. She felt butterflies in her stomach as if she was giving a speech in front of a large audience that she was not prepared for at all. She felt completely frozen.
“Lana, do you understand what you need to do? You know if you don’t put adequate effort into this, I’ll have you keep doing it all day, right?”, Kara asked.
“Yes, mistress.” Lana responded.
Kara smiled, as Lana finally spread her legs apart, ready to start. She watched intently as her slave, who made no arguments against this performance, prepared herself. She ate slowly, intending to make her meal last the appropriate duration. As Kara took a drink of her juice, Lana closed her eyes tightly, and brought her hands to their appropriate places; one working with her breasts, and the other working down below. Kara had a perfect view; she was positioned beside Lana, and could see her from head to toe.
“Open your eyes, dear, and look at me when you do this; I need to make sure you’re directing your dirty talk to the right person.”, Kara ordered, and explained, though she initially considered letting Lana get away with it.
Lana forced her eyes open, and turned to face Kara. Unlike the previous night, there were no tears to be released. The feeling of shame was not as strong, and she assumed to herself that it was because she had done this for her already, minus the talk. As she began to work with her body, she realized it was responding at a much quicker rate than the previous night; she attributed that to the smaller amount of shame as well.
A small moan escaped her lips as she felt her love tunnel growing wet, and hot to her own touch. She wanted to get it over with as fast as possible, but she was literally at a loss for words. As she thought about what she would say to Kara, if it was actually her performing the unspeakable actions upon her body, she could not help but allow her thoughts to drift into last night’s memory banks. She was quickly reminded of how skilled Kara was with her tongue, and it pleasured her in ways that no one else ever had.
“Please... don’t stop...”, Lana whispered, and moaned at the same time to Kara, who watched her intently. “Oh... mistress...”
Although Lana was performing up to her standards, Kara could not help but feel herself growing turned on just because she was making an effort to please her. Watching every curve of Lana’s body glisten with sweat and heat made her wish she was literally sliding her tongue all over her. Though the performance was proving to be adequate enough to turn her on, Kara was still not convinced or satisfied completely; there was no dirtiness involved, and it did not seem all that truthful.
“Lana, I know that you consider yourself a proud, proper, and well mannered woman, but when you’re with me, you’re going to have to start using some of those words that may seem unclean or filthy to you, whether you like it or not. It will grow on you eventually.”, Kara explained, still avoiding using her dominant tone, knowing that she’d need it for later.
“Yes... mistress...” Lana gasped between moans, feeling very nervous now. She knew the words, she just really disliked using them, and felt as if she did not totally know how, while she truly did.
“Mistress... please... lick my pussy...”, Lana moaned, but still in a whisper.
Kara was pleased with Lana’s advancement. She was still not entirely happy with the nervousness, or the second guessing of every word. She intended to keep Lana on that table, performing, orgasm after orgasm, until she was able to articulate herself as if she meant every word. After several moments, Kara decided to play a card she had hoped to save for later, but this was taking far too long and that opportunity was lost.
“Lana. I forgot to mention. Chloe called last night, and mentioned she was dropping by sometime this morning to discuss something with you.”, Kara explained.
“Mistress?”, Lana questioned, suddenly feeling scared about getting caught masturbating on the kitchen table; all the curtains were open, and if anyone dared to show up, they would easily catch a glimpse of her.
“Yes, Lana. So you better hurry up, and get this down pat. You’re not leaving that table until you get it right, whether you have one more spectator or not.”, Kara warned, somewhat more dominant in tone than before. Her pet did not respond, but quickened her work on her body.
“Please mistress! Lick my hot pussy! I need to feel my mistress’ tongue on me!”, Lana screamed, feeling less pressure about performing, and more about being caught now. “Oh! Please mistress! Make your slut cum! Your slut needs this!”
Lana was slightly disgusted by what she was saying, but at the same time, it was what was actually going through her head while thinking about the previous night’s sexual encounter. Although the words themselves were disgusting in her head, she felt relieved to be getting them off her chest; the previous night she was almost to the point of begging and breaking down into tears for her orgasm, but forced herself to keep quiet. It was somewhat of a weight off of her shoulders.
“Mistress! I’m going to cum! Please make your pet scream!”, Lana cried loudly, as her moans echoed through the house, shocking even Kara. Her orgasm hit extremely hard as she began to tremble, scream, and moan uncontrollably.
“Very good, Lana.”, Kara complimented, as her pet was still experiencing her orgasm. “Make sure you lick up that mess from your hands, and the mess you made on the table. Let me know how good it tastes.”
Without a second thought, Lana brought her fingers to her mouth and began to suck them clean, while moaning wildly in response to both her orgasm and her own sweetness. Part of her just wanted to get off of the table as quickly as possible, while another part, one that she tried to suppress for so long, just felt good to be released and allowed to enjoy her self-pleasure, and her own flavour. She felt relatively confident that she could make the excuse that she was pressured into doing it and did not enjoy it at all later, if she had to.
Kara smiled, and watched in awe as Lana made her way to her hands and knees, and slid her tongue across the table, cleaning it of her mess. The moans still filled the house.
“It tastes so good, mistress.” Lana moaned, as she finished cleaning up.
“That was very good, Lana. You’re learning well.” Kara complimented, receiving a look of uncertainty from her pet. Kara knew that Lana did not know how to feel; pleased or ashamed.
“Thank you, mistress.” Lana replied, now avoiding eye contact, and breathing deeply trying to catch her breath.
“I’ll get you breakfast.” Kara smiled, and announced cheerfully, which put her pet at ease in an eerie way.
“Mistress, may I get dressed?” Lana asked her mistress from atop the table, concerned that Chloe would walk in at any moment.
“After you’re done eating, maybe,” Kara stopped, and smiled at her pet, “Don’t you move. I’ll be right back.”
With that, Lana’s mistress vanished into the kitchen. Lana felt extremely uncomfortable, on her knees and completely naked on display on the dining room table. The large windows in the room put her at the mercy of the eyes of anyone nearby; she was once thankful to be on a relatively isolated farm, though the thought of Chloe seeing her in her current predicament drove her into a silent, mental panic.
“Here you go!” Kara said enthusiastically as she made her way back into the dining room, and placed a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of Lana, who was now covering her beautiful body with her arms.
“Thank you, mistress.” Lana said nervously, eager to eat, and eager to finish it quickly so she could get dressed. As she looked down at the plate however, she found that Kara had given her no utensils. Disappointed, Lana logically assumed that Kara intended for her to eat with her hands. As she reached down towards a slice of bacon, she felt her arms quickly forced behind her back. In shock, she tried to struggle, only to find that she had been hand cuffed. Her mistress quickly fazed back into sight, sitting in the same seat as before.
“No hands, dear. You haven’t earned that privilege yet. Dig in; you had better finish it all.” Kara explained, watching Lana grow slightly annoyed in response.
Lana was not sure how to react. She was still on her knees on the table, meaning the plate was low, and hard to reach. Not wanting to argue, as she was sure that Chloe would soon arrive, she attempted to lean downwards, and keep her balance at the same time. Her attempt failed however, as she lost balance, and she collapsed; her chest was pressed against the table, while she was still on her knees. Disgruntled and uncomfortable, she pushed on, slowly eating the food from her plate; her face was becoming a mess, as she had no choice but to dig in face first.
Kara giggled loudly, watching Lana struggle to eat; her pet responded with an annoyed glare. Kara had no choice but to push Lana to every limit she could possibly think of; it was an important part of breaking her. She wished to find that ever popular ‘line’ and force Lana to cross it over and over again. She felt completely turned on, knowing that Lana was humiliated, and was willing to go as far as to eat like an animal to be obedient. The evidence was literally all over her pet’s face, and the collar was quite fitting to the situation.
The show finally came to an end, as Lana finished licking her plate. She felt very uncomfortable; her first instinct was to somehow wipe the mess from her face, but her hands were bound, preventing her from doing so. Slowly, she lifted her nervous gaze from her plate, and made eye contact with Kara.
“Did you enjoy that, Lana?” Kara asked, using her pet’s actual name, as she reached towards her, and wiped her face with a damp cloth, causing Lana to close her eyes tightly, annoyed.
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you. May I get dressed now?” Lana forcefully asked through the rough wiping her face was being forced to endure.
“What’s the hurry? You look so pretty and helpless up there.” Kara remarked with a twisted grin.
“Mistress, if Chloe sees me like this, she’ll tell Clark, and it will cause so many problems!” Lana explained frantically, looking for mercy, and hoping to hide her shameful predicament from both Chloe and Clark.
“Don’t be silly, Lana. Chloe isn’t coming,” Kara responded, eliciting a confused look from Lana. She continued, “I only told you that so you’d perform properly.”
Lana looked down towards the plate in shame. She had been tricked into performing the duties that were demanded of her without putting up any resistance. What really cut her deeply, however, is that the treatment she was receiving was beginning to feel like an adventure; an adventure she was enjoying. Something about being controlled turned her on. She had always attempted to be independent and strong, and she always managed to do so because whenever she was faced with potential barriers she was able to overcome them. This time, however, she had no chance to overcome this barrier, and being forced to submit was almost giving her a sense of freedom. She had been forced to experience many things she always thought she was against, and turned off by, but now here she was, bound on the kitchen table, unable to keep her thoughts off of Kara being between her legs. She could not even bring herself to comment on Kara’s trick; she just wanted more.
Kara knew she was driving Lana insane, tearing her conscience into two different parts: one that just wanted to suppress all of the urges she had, and one that wanted to let go completely and enjoy the sexual treatment. She knew that Lana was beginning to accept her new place in life and predicament. As a result of that, Kara knew she would have to devise newer and more torturous plans for Lana; it would not be fun any other way. Kara had taken note of the fear in Lana’s eyes when faced with the risk of being seen by one of her friends; she would have to utilize this fear against her, and already was cooking up a scheme.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
CHAPTER ADDED: November 8th, 2008, 3:17 AM EST
Again, scroll to the top to see the schedule. I hope you enjoyed this, but keep in mind that this was just a teaser, as the true heat comes in the future chapters. I understand the desire for consistent sex and amazing scenes, however, I feel that I need to maintain my plotline here and continually break Lana first and foremost, and if that means saving the heat for later, it's a sacrifice I need to make.
I should also mention that while you may have suggestions for where you'd like to see the story go, and how you'd like to see characters used, I must deny your requests no matter how intriguing they are. I have my plans made, and I know exactly where this story is going, and how it's going to end. If you really wish to see something else, feel free to propose some form of challenge, and I'll look it over; I can't promise I'll work on it, but I assure you I read everything I receive carefully, and if something really catches my eye, I might just do it. I only write F/F stories with some form of power shift; that's my niche, and I feel uncomfortable using different genders in any form of imbalanced power relationship. I have my reasons for that. :) This story is my first priority, and will always remain my first priority though.
See you again on November 22nd, and I hope to hear from all of you with your opinions until then! :)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~