Julanni's Cozy Little Space

Summer Vacation

©2021 Julanni O

The following piece of fiction is based on a “what if?” scenario.  What if my fortune had turned for the better a few years ago?  What if I decided to switch to being a full-on dominatrix?  And what if a local college girl had found it to be fun submitting to me?  The beginnings of this fantasy came to me from a piece of hentai bondage art which now accompanies this first blog piece.  I say, “first,” because I may keep writing this one into a larger piece with chapters and everything.  I might.  Anyway, I wrote it from the other character’s point of view rather than mine.  Please enjoy.  Oh, and let me know what you think, okay?

Accompanying art by Himitsu

Chapter 1

The Adventure Begins

I’ve been submitting to Miss Julanni now for about 4, closer to 5 months.   College has kept me busy, so my sessions with her have been few and far between, but I’ve enjoyed them enough to want more.  Much more!   And I had told her so.

She suggested that I take what time I need for my studies, pass my exams, and when summer break began, come back to see her and she would make the wait worth my while.  She also told me to plan on spending the entire summer with her.  I was so excited it took me a few days to calm down enough to pay attention to my classes.  She had also told me to plan on being out of contact with the rest of the world for our whole time together.  So, I called my folks, as I often do, and this time I told them I would be spending the summer on a lengthy field trip to a very remote area where there wouldn’t be much chance for internet, cell phone signals, or even land lines, for that matter.   It wasn’t a lie, well, not completely.   I told them not to worry about me, that I would be in good hands.  That part was completely true.  I would trust my mistress with my life.

As my studies came to an end for the year, I contacted Miss Julanni and asked when I should come to see her.  She told me, “Be here tomorrow.”  So quickly?   What should I pack?  She instructed me to bring my toothbrush and my birth control pills, just to keep me regular and on schedule.  Oh, and some tampons or pads, as I would certainly be getting my period at least once while on vacation with her.  She would provide everything else I would need.  So, I called my folks again and told them that I’d be leaving for my field trip a little earlier than I had thought, told them I loved them and that I’d get back in touch with them as soon as I returned.

Arriving at Miss Julanni’s home, I was shocked to see her dressed in work boots, blue jeans and a green plaid shirt.  I had only ever seen her dressed in kinky fetish clothes, usually black latex and impossibly high heeled boots.  But she disarmed my shock by greeting me with a warm hug and a sweet kiss.   “I’ve got some exciting plans for us, Bree,” she said, nearly squealing with jubilant delight.  She broke the hug with her hands on my upper arms, pushing me back to hold me at arm’s length as she looked at my red trimmed white cotton blouse.  “You’re braless!” she exclaimed, noting silently that it was very unlike me.

“Pantiless, too,” I excitedly admitted with a blush as I grinned like a naughty imp.

“Is that for me?”  she asked, her happy eyes returning to mine.

“I, um,” the words came a little more difficult than I had expected.  “I wanted to make a statement.”

“To say what?” she inquired.

“That I’m all yours, Miss Julanni.”

“Well, of course you are, Bree,” she said, pulling me back into a hug.   “But I do appreciate the attitude that you will yourself to be mine.  And I fully accept it.  Oh, and thank you for wearing the stockings and high heeled sandals.  I’m certain you wore those for me.”

“Yes, Miss Julanni.  I would have worn matching gloves, too, but I don’t have any.”

Her affectionate embrace tightened around me as she told me, “You honor me, Bree.   Thank you.”  While hugging me, her hand trailed down my back and over my bottom where her finger hooked the hem of the flouncy red and white miniskirt that matched my loose blouse, pulling upward to bare my butt.  Her fingertip then pushed against my sphincter until it just began to enter me.  I groaned with decadent delight as she took possession of my body, and I hugged her tighter to keep from stumbling or falling as I gave in to the moment.   “Don’t you think you should be plugged down here?” she asked, her invading fingertip slightly wiggling to remove any doubt as to where she was referring.  It wasn’t really a question, and I knew it.  Nor was it a simple request, but more of a statement as to her intent.  I smiled at her intent because Miss Julanni knows she has my blanket consent to do whatever she likes with me.

“Please plug my ass, Miss Julanni,” I dutifully begged, adding, “with whatever plug you deem proper for this occasion.  I’m sure you have already made plans for me.”  I was nearly instantly hitting my subspace and falling perfectly into submissive character.  It wasn’t a deep subspace, but still a powerful pull upon me to serve and please my mistress.  I found myself wishing to be tightly tied and unable to escape, thus enabling her to do anything she wants with my defenseless body.

As if reading my thoughts, she grinned with what appeared to be evil intent.   “You like being restrained and helpless, don’t you, Bree?” she said.  That was also more of a statement than a question as she full well knew the answer.

“You know I do, Miss Julanni,” I answered truthfully.

“Good.  I’m going to tie you up right now.  Unless you would rather I didn’t?”

“Oh, no, of course not, Miss Julanni.”  I looked at her just staring at me for a moment, with a mischievous gleam in her eye, and I realized she wanted to bind me as much as I wanted to be bound.  “Please tie me up, Miss Julanni,” I begged her, then turned my back to her with my hands offered to be restrained behind me.

I felt the unmistakably cold, harsh sensation of handcuffs being ratcheted down to grip my wrists.  I generally don’t like the handcuffs because they can become uncomfortable after a while.   I had learned that from my very first visit with her.  I learned a lot that day.  But handcuffs or not, I was still very excited to be restrained by her and to once again be helplessly subject to her wickedly playful control.

She led me into the next room where I saw several long lengths of jute rope laid out, just waiting for her to “dress” me in them.  She wrapped my torso and upper arms in an artful and efficient body harness, pinning my upper arms to my sides and causing sexy sensations in my breasts by the way the rope crossed tightly between them and laid firmly across the top of them against my chest, applying some teasing pressure.  I could feel my nipples hardening against the cotton of my blouse, which didn’t feel very loose like it did before.

She unlocked the handcuffs, which pleased me a lot, and bent my arms at the elbows, pulling my hands higher upon my back until my forearms crossed each other, my hands pointing up behind me.  More rope secured them that way, locking me in a very restrictive hammerlock position.  I grinned broadly as I found myself quite helpless already, and she had only gotten started.

Grasping my upper arm with one hand, and another couple lengths of rope with the other, she walked me into the kitchen and positioned me to lean over the back of a wooden chair.  Skillfully, she quickly had me tied in place, bent over, my short skirt lifted and tucked beneath some rope at the small of my back, baring my entire bottom and exposing all my private parts down there.  Leaning so far forward, my hair fell down around my face and an errant lock tickled my cheek just at the corner of my eye.  Instinctively, my hand moved to brush it aside, except that my hand didn’t move, nor my arm.  Neither hand nor arm would move in the slightest and I thrilled at the reminder that I was completely defenseless and entirely at the mercy of my playfully evil, dominant lover.

“You’ve probably guessed that I’ve had in mind a particular plug for your bottom,” she said.  “Do you remember me telling you I wanted to introduce you to electrical play?”

“Um, vaguely, Miss Julanni.”

“This plug is an E stim.  It will fit into you like a regular butt plug, but there are wires trailing from it which I will plug into a small control box.  It can be programmed to pulse and tease you like a vibrator, or it can cause minor pain like little needles pricking you inside.  It can make your muscles jump and clench hard while not being particularly painful at all.  Or it can be absolutely excruciating, making you cry and beg for me to take it out.  How do you think I should set the controls?”

I was nervous about having electricity running through my body, and more nervous about possible pain in my anus.  I had thought this would be an extended vacation of kinky fun.  But apparently my mistress was planning more than mere fun and sex for me.  I figured if I answered well, I might earn a bit of mercy, while if I answered poorly, I might be dooming myself.  Realizing my predicament while bound helpless introduced me to a new level of excitement.   I began to feel little jitters in the pit of my stomach.

“I asked you a question, Bree.”

“Um, I would hope that you would set the controls to tease me, but I’ll ask you to please set the controls any way you prefer, Miss Julanni.”

“You sound nervous.”

“Yes, Miss Julanni.”

“Are you afraid of electricity?”

“Kind of, yes, Miss Julanni.”

“Well, you’re smart for having a healthy fear of something that can hurt you, actually cause damage.  But I assure you, I would never set my E stim to harm you.  Pain, however, is fair game as long as it’s done safely.  I just have to ask first, you don’t have a pacemaker, do you?”

“A pacemaker?  Er, no, Miss Julanni.”

“How about a cochlear implant?”

“Um, a what?”

“It’s a hearing aid implanted in the ear and in the skull.”

“Oh.  No, no, I don’t, Miss Julanni.”

“No electronic implants of any kind, medical or not?”

“No, Miss Julanni, I don’t have any implants.”

“Good.  I didn’t think so, but I always check with everyone I’m about to play electrical games with.  And I’ll promise you I’ll never run a current across your heart.  Safety first, you know.”

“Ah, thank you for that assurance, Miss Julanni.”

“I’m going to put the plug into your mouth so you can lubricate it before I install it where it belongs.  Get it good and wet; well coated with your saliva.”

I caught a look at the plug for a moment as it passed in front of my face toward my opening mouth.  It was round and bulbous, reasonably sizable with a tapered end for ease of entry, not unlike any number of regular butt plugs.  It was probably about three inches from the tip to where the bottom stem began to flare out and form a base.  At its widest point it was likely an inch and a half across.  It was a serious mouthful as my tongue wrestled with it, trying to lick every part of it and slather a generous coating of my saliva onto it.  It was also heavy, a good deal of it made of metal.  I couldn’t help but wonder how imposing it would soon feel stretching open and filling my rectum.

I also noticed that my tongue couldn’t feel where I had seen differences in its color.  It was two parts silver and two parts black, the tip being silver and a band of silver around the widest part, the rest of it black, including the wires.  But it was completely smooth; my tongue couldn’t feel the difference between the silver and the black parts.  It felt like just as a simple butt plug, though, big enough I wouldn’t be able to ignore it when it’s inside me.  But this toy had a more sinister purpose than any mere butt plug, and it frightened me, while at the same time it thrilled me with arousing anticipation.

My arousal was heightened further as her fingers surprised me with their gentle touch, stroking my labia up and down, slowly, then making lazy little circles around my clit hood.  She playfully pinched the clit hood and shook it slightly while saying, “You need a sturdy ring piercing you here so I can clip a leash to it.”

Hearing her words actually did more to arouse me than her teasing fingers.  As images flooded my mind of a chain pulling on my clit with no way to let go, I was instantly hornier than a cat in heat.   I could feel a surge of warmth radiate within my groin and my vagina suddenly relaxed and gaped open.

“Ah,” she softly spoke with satisfaction, “that’s what I was looking for.”

She pulled at the base of the plug and I opened my mouth to release it to her, purposely opening wide and keeping my lips away from it so it carried as much saliva with it as possible.  It was a messy operation, thick strands of spit trailing from it and falling from my mouth, coating my chin.

“Good job,” she praised my efforts.  “This looks like it will pop right in without any resistance at all from your tight little hole.  Shall we find out?”

“It’s kinda big,” was my weak, half-hearted protest, and it was cut off by the sensation of the slick tip of the toy pressing against my anus.  True to her word, my mistress shoved it right in without any play.  I yelped from an instant of pain as my sphincter suddenly stretched to allow it entry.   But the pain vanished as my ring closed back down on the stem to kiss the wide base of the toy.  The size inside didn’t hurt, but it was uncomfortable and, as she had said, it couldn’t be ignored.

Her fingers returned to stroking my labia.  “Would you like something in this hole, too?” she softly asked.

My empty vagina was screaming loud messages to my body, aching to be filled, particularly being deprived of attention while sexual play is going on all around it.  “Yes, please fill me there, Miss Julanni,” I begged.

“Maybe later,” she answered.  “Right now, I’m happy to keep it hungry.  But what about this?”  Her fingers returned to teasing the sensitive flesh around my clitoris.  “I want to see your little clitty come out to play.   It’s been hiding for too long.”   Her fingertip patiently spent some time circling the opening to my hood, slowly coaxing my swelling clitoris from its intimate hiding place.  “Oh, there you are,” she playfully spoke directly to my wanton nub of nerve endings.   “You’re not big enough yet,” she added as her finger began stroking the clit itself while still teasing the hood and labia.

The touch of her finger there sent my groin into overdrive.  I was suddenly desperate for an orgasm and quickly climbing toward one.  My hips squirmed against the back of the chair, feeling the ropes holding me to it.   I heard guttural moans rising from deep in my throat.  I discovered myself trying to push back against her teasing fingers, hoping to gain penetration into my achingly empty vagina.

“There, that’s almost big enough,” she said, a smile clearly in her voice, as her fingers left me wanting so much more.  “Let’s see how this little clitty responds to a bit of voltage teasing her neighbor back here.”  And she tapped against the base of the butt plug, reminding me of how full my anus was feeling.

I was scared of her actually using electricity on me, but my groin was getting more excited as she reminded me of this new aspect to our play.  She told me she was attaching the control box to the ropes at the small of my back.  With my hands bound high between my shoulder blades, there was no chance of me interfering with wires or the way she was setting the program.

“This is a state-of-the-art TENS unit,” she told me while setting it up.   “It can perform multiple functions at once through the same set of contacts.  The E stim in your butt is a set of two contacts, those being the tip and the wide part.  These surfaces are sure to keep in solid contact with the inside of your anus.  So, there will be absolutely no escaping whatever the unit is doing to you.”

I could feel the box move slightly as she knelt behind me and plugged in the wires to the butt plug, and then as she adjusted the little knobs of the box.

I felt a tingle inside my anus.  It was an unusual feeling, but not unpleasant.  I could feel the muscles in my rectum tighten a little around the fat plug.   The tingle intensified just a little, and my rectum clutched pleasantly against the toy.  Then, I felt that tingle vanish, then reappear again, then vanish, and repeating the pattern, there, gone, there, gone, creating a powerful throb as the clench of my muscles turned off and on entirely apart from my own control.  Then the throbbing intensified.  It felt as though the plug was suddenly pushing against me in every direction at once for every instant of throb.  It was nice, and I could actually feel my clitoris swell in response, as if to reach out, seeking to touch something for its own stimulation.

As Miss Julanni continued adjusting the knobs, the throb became a more sudden sensation, more like a bang.  Then it was a slightly harder bang, all the while there was still a constant tingling going on.  The bangs were adjusted to hit me more quickly, then very quickly.  Within a few moments of her ramping up the speed, I was feeling the banging happening so rapidly that it felt a lot like a vibrator on its low setting.  It was vibrating my entire anus and the sensations easily reached the rest of my vulva, including my clitoris, which clearly registered no complaints.

“Oh, my!” Miss Julanni exclaimed with delight.  “Look at this little clitty now.  Not so little anymore, is it?  And all this juice coming out of your empty pussy.  I think we have a verdict.  The evidence is clear.  Your body loves electricity.  I’ll be sure to remember this as the summer wears on.”

I felt her plant a kiss on my left butt cheek.  Then she stood up again, her hand softly caressing my bare bottom for a moment before landing a decisive slap.  “Have I administered a spanking to you yet?” she asked.  Again, I heard that smile in her voice, and it worried me.

“No, Miss Julanni,” I answered.  Indeed, the few times we had gotten to play, we had never gone much deeper into BDSM than sexual teasing and fun orgasm play while I remained tied helpless.   Now it seems she wants to take our dominant and submissive relationship deeper.  I was beginning to wonder just what I had gotten myself into.

“Let’s see,” she thought out loud as she walked away.  “I’ve got most of the toys packed up, and in the car, but I know I’ve still got a nice leather paddle over here.”

I listened to her footfalls recede until they disappeared as she stepped onto the carpet of the next room.  I began pulling at my hands and arms to see what range of motion I could muster.  The ropes held me firmly in place.  I twisted about, searching for any weakness to exploit, any possibility of escaping my mistress’ skillful rope work.  I could wiggle about a bit against the back of the chair I was bent over, but not much.  My arms wouldn’t budge at all.  And resulting from my previous experiences with Miss Julanni, the proof of helplessness within the grip of the bondage she applied was getting me even more intensely aroused on top of the new electrical toy doing its job.  I was moaning again with desperate desire while still energetically testing my restraints.

“You look adorable, struggling against the bondage that way.”

Her footfalls having been silenced by the carpet, Miss Julanni was standing in the doorway.  How long had she been watching me?  Her words clearly conveyed her profound delight in what she was witnessing.  “I’m supposed to tease you, Bree, not the other way around.  But I love it.  You are so entertaining I might just have to make you lick me to orgasm before we leave.”

LEAVE?  She said the toys are packed in the car?  Wait a minute, where are we going?  I suddenly intensified my struggles to escape, feeling very uncertain about being taken out of her house like this.  The legs of the wooden chair scraped against the wooden floor, but I wasn’t any closer to gaining any freedom at all.

I could once again hear her walking upon the bare floor as she approached me and the chair I was securely tied over.  My struggling died down as I awaited what she would do next.

“Thank you for that nice display of helplessness.  You’ve shown me what I need to do before I spank you.”

Her hand appeared beneath my downturned face.  She had the paddle she had gotten from the other room.  “Hold this,” she commanded.  I opened my mouth and she lifted the end of the handle so I could bite down upon it, and my teeth grasped its end as soon as it got there.   “Open!”  I opened again and let her feed it deep enough to gag me.  She then retracted it slightly and commanded, “Close.”  Again, I gripped the invading handle with my teeth, this time feeling it penetrate my mouth uncomfortably deep.  “Don’t drop it,” she said as she walked away again.

I was scared.  She had never hurt me before except for some wickedly playful nipple clamps.  I struggled again, feeling how ultimately trapped I was in her expertly tied ropes.  I didn’t struggle as hard as before; I already knew it was impossible to escape.

She came back with some more rope.  She knelt behind me and I felt her unbuckling my high heeled sandals.  The back of the wooden chair pressed harder into my abdomen as my stockinged heels lowered to the floor.  Then she tied my knees apart, lashing them securely to the back of the chair.  Having removed my ability to close my legs together, she took a moment to stroke and tease my inflamed clitoris with her finger, demonstrating how utterly unable I was to prevent her doing so.  I wouldn’t prevent it anyway as it felt wonderful, elevating my arousal about twenty points.  I now wanted so very badly to cum.

She returned to adding more rope, tying my ankles to the bottoms of the chair’s back legs.  Then she pressed the nylon of my stockings between my toes and used some thin line to loop around and tie my big toes, tethering each one to a rung between the back and front legs of the chair, lifting my toes off the floor to prevent me from scraping the chair against the floor again.  Then she tied some rope around my neck, not particularly tightly.   Then she ran a line down across the front of the seat to tether my neck down to the rung between the chair’s front legs, anchoring me in a very bent position.  I was helpless before; now I was completely hopeless.  I expected to hardly be able to wiggle as she prepared to do whatever else she wanted with me.

Her hand took hold of the paddle.  “I’ll take that, thank you.”  I let it go, my lips pulling at it slightly to try and prevent a mess of saliva getting in her way.  “You serve me well,” she stated.

“Thank you, Miss Julanni.”

“You should also thank me for the opportunity to serve me.”

I hadn’t expected that, but it made sense if she is deepening our kinky relationship.  I rolled with it, “Of course, Miss Julanni.  Thank you for allowing me to serve you.”

“You’re a good girl, Bree, and a lot of fun to play with.  You have done nothing wrong, so this is NOT punishment.   Do you understand?”

“Um, I think so, Miss Julanni.”

“This is discipline.  The purpose of discipline is to teach the slave that punishment is possible should the slave displease her owner.  -And to demonstrate how bad a punishment can be, so the slave will always be aware that there are consequences to bad behavior.  A good slave will thank her owner for such helpful discipline.”

There was an awkward pause.  She had stopped speaking.  Was she expecting a proper response from me?  My mind raced to write, edit and deliver an appropriate line.  “Thank you, Miss Julanni for using this discipline to teach me to be a better slave for you.”  Having spoken the word because she had just used it, I suddenly realized she was changing our relationship from dom and sub playmates to actual mistress and slave.   The nervous jitter increased in my belly, but so did my arousal, and my vagina was suddenly aching to be invaded.

I gasped as I felt her fingers once again teased my engorged and over-stimulated clit, and she said, “I love you, Bree.  You are such a good girl, and you’re very good for me.  I’m really looking forward to deepening our relationship.   I’m sure this summer together will be great for us both.”

I found my hips twisting and churning against the back of the chair as my groin desperately tried to grind harder against her fingers.  She suddenly held her hand still, letting me do the work of creating the clitoral massage against her fingertip.  I rubbed against it as energetically as I could, though she held it away just enough that my rubbing was barely touching her.  I wanted so much for her to shove it deep into my vagina, but I would settle for any pleasure she would allow me at this moment.

I heard her laugh just a little at my futile attempts to pleasure myself.   “You are so very entertaining.  I love that about you.”  She pulled her hand away.  “But I’m afraid it’s down to business.  I’m going to talk to you about a BDSM concept called consensual non-consent.   It’s all about deepening your submission to the person you have given yourself to.  If you’re just friends playing, as we have been, as soon as you withdraw your consent to something, the play stops and nothing is forced upon you that you don’t want.  But in a deeper relationship where you agree to allow your master or mistress to do whatever they want with you, that’s where you are consenting to being handled in any way they desire, because you want to please them.  So you initially consent to things you would otherwise not give consent to, certainly not with other people.  Right now, I’m going to introduce you to spanking, something that a lot of people might not want to willingly do.  But I would so hope that you would do this for me.  So I’m asking you to give consent to allow me to, on occasion, treat you in a manner for which you would not normally give consent.   Do you understand?”

“Um, I think so, Miss Julanni.”

“Okay, tell me what you understand about consensual non-consent.”

“Um, it means I let you play with me in ways I wouldn’t like.”

“Not exactly, but close.  It means you give me permission to dominate you and sometimes treat you in a manner that you wouldn’t let anyone else get away with.  It means you give me permission to do anything I want, even if you say no.  But you give me this permission because you love and trust me not to actually harm you and to always protect you as a good dominant should.  Do you understand it better now?”

“Yes.  And it sounds like we’re talking about a relationship with trust at its core.”

“Bullseye!  Trust should be the central foundation of any relationship.  So, Bree, do you trust me to make sure your experiences with me will not be harmful, that I’ll take care of you?”

“Oh, yes, Miss Julanni.  I trust you in everything.”

“Lovely.  I’m so glad to hear that because I love you, Bree, and I always want to have you with me.   So, do you give consent to me taking full control and playing with you even if your first instinct is to say no?   Do you consent to giving up consent and allowing me full reign over you?”

The thought of being completely controlled by Miss Julanni struck me as being three dimensional becoming four dimensional.  I enjoy the helplessness of physical bondage, and now I would be giving her a deeper way to ensure that I am helpless.  This concept hit me instantly and my pussy suddenly felt twice as hungry and needing to be filled.  My heart swelled with desire for her, prompting me to agree to her new demand.   “Yes!  Yes, Miss Julanni.  I consent to giving up my right to refuse whatever you want to do with me.”

“I hope you’re not just rushing into this, Bree.  This is serious.”

“I understand, Miss Julanni.  This is a sober undertaking.”

“I’m glad you understand.  So, now it’s time to follow through.  Ask me to spank you.”

I was horny, but anxious, hesitant about asking for the pain of a spanking, but it was time to pull up my big-girl panties and do that which I dreaded.   “Miss Julanni, please…” I took a nervous breath, “…spank me as you wish.”

“It’s not so much that I wish, Bree, but I deem it necessary.  I’ll warn you in advance; this paddle is a bitch.   But I expect you to thank me for the spanking when I’m done.  Are you ready?”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready, Miss Julanni.”

“Honest girl,” she said.  She stood to my left, the wooden handle of the paddle firmly gripped in her right hand.   “That’s okay.  You’ll learn.  When you’re ready, ask me to begin the spanking.”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.  I was afraid of moving beyond this moment in time to the next.  I had seen the paddle as I held its handle in my mouth.   It was a supple strip of heavy leather about two and a half inches wide and maybe twelve inches long.  I fully expected it to hurt like hell.  But this was the moment I needed to face.  I pushed myself to speak as she desired.   “Miss Julanni, please begin the spanking.”

As I finished speaking the phrase to begin, I sensed her move, her arm pulling back and starting to swing.

I yelped with the impact, only to realize it wasn’t as terrible as I had expected.  Thus, my yelp was an over-reaction.  It stung, but not to the degree I thought it would.  Another sting as the leather struck again, and I didn’t yelp this time, but my eyes clenched closed in reaction.  A third impact brought a slightly harsher sting and I caught my breath.   The leather struck both ass cheeks at the same time, but the tip of the paddle swung harder against my right side at the end of its strike.  It was hurting now, but nothing I couldn’t bear.

She took long moments between each strike, allowing my brain and body to process each one.  This helped make the spanking more bearable.  I was grateful that she was making the effort to do this in a such a caring manner.  But she was still spanking me with a harsh leather strap and, although I was managing to take the beating, it wasn’t easy at all.

Suddenly, she wasn’t holding the strap.  Her hand was again in my groin.  “Wow, Bree!  Look how wet you are.  It seems your pussy really likes a good spanking.”

As her hand touched my sopping labia, I gasped, twice, as though the gasp had a hiccough.  The pleasure of her touch was literally breathtaking.  I let out a deep, guttural moan that I couldn’t hold back.  Then, remembering my instruction, I spoke up.   “Thank you for the spanking, Miss Julanni,” my voice was shaking.

“Oh, I’m not finished yet.  I simply started off easy, rather than shock your system with a full-on paddling.  Now that you’ve adjusted to this, we will move on to a more proper punishment level so you can learn what to expect when you’ve displeased me.  Your bottom has marked up quite nicely at the previous level.  I’m sure you’ll redden deeply as we continue.  Are you ready?”

“Um, I don’t know, Miss Julanni.”

“Bree, let me tell you something.  As I’ve told you before, I have spent a lot of time on your end of the spectrum.  I’ve served a mistress and a master, separately, each expecting different things from my service as their slave.  A spanking is a form of impact play, which I never quite took kindly to receiving.  But I was always very proud of handling a flogging or a whipping, as well as making my owner proud of me.  I’ll push your boundaries, just as mine were once pushed.  But I love you, Bree.  I’ll always take good care of you.  Trust me.”

“Yes, Miss Julanni.”

“You should see how abundantly your lubricating juices are flowing now that you’ve been spanked.  You’re flowing like a leaky faucet.  Oh, and I’m sure the E stim is helping a lot with that, too.  By the way, you can look forward to enjoying that E stim for quite a while after we’re finished here.”

“Thank you, Miss Julanni?”  I wasn’t sure if this would be a good thing or not.

“You like this, don’t you?”  Her hand once again caressed my highly aroused vulva, making me gasp yet again.   I moaned loudly as her thumb slipped deep into my hungry vagina, demonstrating how sopping wet it had become.   Just as quickly, her thumb pulled out again, then moved to slather its slick treasure all over my throbbing clitoris, taking time to rub it in and drive me nearly to the edge of an orgasm.   “You’re not answering my question, Bree,” she playfully chided.

My breath had caught and my mouth was hanging open with only an elongated moan issuing forth.  I opened my eyes, only now realizing they had been closed, and I pulled my focus together and spoke the correct response.  “Yes, yes, Miss Julanni.  I like this very much.”

“Here’s something else to learn about spankings.  A good spanking can elevate your arousal, as this one has.  A flogging or a whipping isn’t likely to do that, but a solid bottom paddling will jar your intimate insides with each impact, and push you toward pleasure, despite the burn and pain it inflicts upon the skin of your bottom.  You want an orgasm now, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes, Miss Julanni!  Please allow me an orgasm.”

“Not yet, my pet.  You’ll get an orgasm later, but not until I allow it.  Right now, I still need to teach you what a real punishment spanking is like.  Will you ask me for it?”

“Please spank me, Miss Julanni.”  There was a moment of silence.  I think she was expecting me to elaborate a little more, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask specifically for a spanking that would be more severe.  I was afraid of what that kind of punishment would be like.  I braced myself, even as my entire vulva throbbed and clenched for a yet unobtained orgasm.

She pulled her arm back and swung.  “Ow!” I cried out as the paddle smacked my already sore bottom.  Then I realized it was the same as what she had already given me.  She giggled at my response.  She swung again, this time hitting me harder.  I didn’t say ow this time, but I noticed just after the impact that a very sharp sting rose up, and my bottom began to feel a burning sensation.  Another swing and another hard wallop.  The sting followed nearly instantly, and it seemed more intense.   It hurt.  She gently rubbed my bruised bottom with her hand for a few moments.   It soothed my mind, but it didn’t help ease the growing pain in my backside.

Julanni stepped to my right side and switched to holding the paddle in her left hand.  The paddle again proved that the tip was its business end as it struck most sharply upon my left ass cheek.  The sting was intense and a hot sensation quickly began to grow within the left side of my bottom.  Another strike, this one more pronounced, and I found my yelp bursting from my mouth, unable to be held back.

As she continued, she took her time between each spank, and each was pretty intense.  The pain in my ass cheeks was intensifying by a lot and tears were welling up.  She touched my clit again for a moment and pleasure shot through my core like a bolt of lightning, but only a mere moment did it distract from the still building pain.  Then another blast from the leather paddle made me burst into full-on crying.  The realization dawned on me that this could become even worse and there is no chance for me to escape it or make it stop except by begging.

I was sobbing uncontrollably, but I still managed to hear her speak to me as her hand gently stroked my tortured bottom.  “I’m really not the kind of dominant who enjoys inflicting pain on my sub.   I hope you know that, Bree.  But it’s important that you learn about discipline if we are to take this relationship to the next step.  And I SO want to do that because I love you.  Yes, I said it.  I love you, Bree.  I want us to spend all our time together, but I know real life won’t allow for that.   We both have our lives outside this relationship.  That’s why I want to take the time for your summer vacation from college and spend it all with you.”  She kissed the back of my neck softly.  “You and I are going to have a wonderful time together for as long as we can before the world pulls us apart again for a while.  I intend to make the most of it.”

I realized that she had started untying me from the chair.  My legs were still tied to it and my toes still lifted, but my upper body was no longer attached, and she helped me straighten into a standing position.  She put her left knee on the seat of the chair and turned to face me, up close and personal.  She wiped some tears from my cheeks and nose while her eyes locked upon mine.  Our lips met and I kissed her without even thinking about it.  The kiss lingered, our tongues dancing with each other, and my continuing arousal once again shone through the pain of the spanking.  At that point I, again, took notice of the E stim imitating a vibrator and urging my pussy to continue wanting attention.  I felt my juices running down my thighs in such abundance like I had never before experienced.

The kiss continued.  I had kissed other boys and girls in the past, but when Julanni kissed me it was always very different.  If I were to time a kiss on a stopwatch, I would guess every kiss I’ve ever had would be under five seconds.  But with Julanni, a meaningful kiss was never less than 30, and sometimes perhaps as long as five minutes, her lips and tongue constantly keeping mine busy, her hands tenderly touching me everywhere, lingering in a spot and then moving on.   I wanted to wrap my arms and legs around her and hold her tight, but I was inescapably bound in her expert ropework, and thus prevented from doing that.  Yet she remedied my need, again as if she could read my thoughts.  Her left hand reached around behind me to cover the back of my left hand which was trapped by her rope over my right shoulder blade.  She slid her thumb into the palm of that hand.  My fingers and thumb immediately grabbed hold of her thumb as her fingers caressed the back of my hand.  It was the only way I could hold her during our intimately elongated kiss.  And it was a gift she freely offered me.

After a little time, I loosened my grip on her thumb and she slowly pulled her hand away and her lips from mine.  She cupped my face in her hands, her smiling eyes right in front of mine.   “Bree, my adorable captive, I never want to let you go.  And for the next six weeks I won’t have to.  I promise that you’ll learn a lot and we’ll have a wonderful time together.   I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” I responded, noticing a bit of shaking in my voice, no doubt left over from the sobbing I did from the spanking.

She suddenly started kissing me with little pecks all over my nose, then my right cheek, and then actually all over my eye.  It wasn’t until she moved her kissing to the other side of my face that I realized she was kissing away all my remaining tears.  I felt so loved and protected, I could swear my heart actually swelled.

“Here, let’s get you sorted out.”  She stepped behind me and I felt her take hold of my hands with hers.   “How do your hands feel?  Any tingling or numbness?”

“Um, no, Miss Julanni.  They feel okay.”

“And they don’t seem cold.  Good.   No issues with nerve pinches or circulation.  That’ll let me leave you tied like this for a while.  But let’s get you detached from this chair.”

I felt her teasing touch once again on my sopping clit, sending surprising lightning bolts of ecstasy into through my entire belly.  Then her hands were loosening and detaching the lines tethering my toes up to the rungs between the chair legs.  I hadn’t even sensed her kneel behind me.  Within moments, my feet were again flat on the floor and the ropes binding my ankles to the chair legs were being removed.

As I expected her to next free my waist and hips from the back of the chair, her touch surprised me as she gently caressed and kissed the sores that the punishing paddle had left on my bottom.  I was shocked at the duality of her touch, soothing and loving, yet still stirring up remnants of the blistering pain still radiating from that tortured area.  Then her hands were once again working her rope.  But she was adding, rather than removing.  Some of the rope that had previously held my knees to the chair was being wrapped around my waist, independent from chair, then knotted at the small of my back.  It was then pulled down over the electrified butt plug, pulled into the crevice of my soaked and hungry vulva and up over my abdomen to be tucked up behind where it already tightly wrapped my waist.  She was giving me a snug crotch rope before completely releasing me from the wooden chair.   She tugged it tightly as she pulled it back down, over my still throbbing clitoris, pressing the first pass of ropes deeper between my swollen labia, over the E stim again and very tightly tied off at the back of my waist.

“Comfy?”  she asked me, clearly a smile in her voice.

“Yes, Miss Julanni,” I answered.  It wasn’t actually comfortable, but I was enjoying the extra stimulation it was focusing on my sexually inflamed private parts.  She stood up behind me and kissed the back of my neck while her hands reached around me and took firm hold of my breasts through the cotton of my loosely fitting top.  An animalistic moan broke free of my mouth, unable to be held back by me any more than if it was a Clydesdale breaking into a gallop.

As she stood against my back, her hands holding my breasts, she spoke softly into my left ear.  “I should apologize for spanking you without really discussing it first.  As I’ve told you before, consent is important.  But now that you’ve gotten a taste of the downside of being a slave, you are better informed to give or deny consent.  So, I’ll ask you now:  Do you give consent to deepening our relationship and developing our separate roles in this relationship, to accept me as your mistress and ‘owner,’ and to accept upon yourself the role of slave and ‘owned property,’ and do you consent to being taken away for the next two months as my captive plaything?”

“Yes, Miss Julanni.  I accept and give my consent to all of the above.”

“I’m warning you ahead of time.  There will be extreme difficulties for you, but there will also be lots of fun for us both.  If the hard stuff frightens you, you may back out now.”

“No, Miss Julanni.  I want this.   I want the good and the bad.   Well, I want the good.  I really, REALLY want the good.  I can deal with the bad.”

She chuckled a little, then kissed my ear.  “Such a wonderfully honest girl.  I love you so much.  Let’s get you ready to go, shall we?”

“You’re going to keep me tied for the ride, aren’t you, Miss Julanni?”

“Tied for the ride, huh?” she smirked at me.

“Yes, Miss Julanni,” I grinned back, pleased at her noticing my lame attempt at humor.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she smiled broadly.

“Neither would I,” I smiled back, happy and excited about this change in our relationship.

Her well-practiced fingers had the ropes removed from my waist and hips in mere moments and I was freely detached from the wooden chair, while my tight crotch rope remained unaltered and my hands still uselessly trapped high upon my back.  She gathered up all the loose rope along with my shoes and ushered me through the kitchen.   It was now no surprise to me that she took me through the door to the garage.  She kept hold of me to make sure I kept my balance without the aid of my arms as I descended to two steps to the concrete.  She opened the back door to her car and I saw luggage in there along with more of the same kind of rope she had already tied me with.  She sat me on the back seat with my legs still out and I winced from a renewal of the pain in my bottom as that part of me came in contact with the seat of the car.  I couldn’t relieve that pain by lifting away from the seat because she lifted my feet of the concrete and began to tie my ankles together.  I pushed myself beyond this physical discomfort to focus on the adventure to come and, as she applied her rope skills, she asked me a question.   “Do you have an owner, little slave?”

Remembering our conversation from earlier, I responded, “Yes, I do, Miss Julanni, and it’s you!”  I grinned broadly at the concept being refreshed in my mind.

“And if I own you, that makes you my…”  She trailed off, leaving me to complete the sentence.

I quickly searched my memory of the conversation and found the word, “Property.”

With my ankles firmly tied together, she was shuffling me up onto my knees to kneel upon the seat, for which my burning bottom was grateful.  She immediately applied more rope to lash my legs together, intending to hold them inescapably in this kneeling position.   While her hands busied themselves with the roping, she reminded me of a conversation we had months ago.  “If you can get out of it, is it bondage?”

“No, Miss Julanni.  It’s only real bondage if I can’t escape it.”

“And what if you don’t care about getting free?”

I laughed a little, remembering where this line of questioning leads.   “It isn’t really bondage until I want out but find I can’t get free.”

“That’s exactly right, Bree,” she grinned broadly.  “I love you, you’re so smart.”  She kissed me quickly upon the lips and returned to cinching the ropes, which tightened them around my legs, and then tying off the knots.  “Now there’s one major difference between property and a passenger.”  She looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to respond with some degree of understanding.

“Um, I won’t be riding in the front seat?”

“What’s the name of that seat?” she asked me, still smiling.

“The passenger seat,” I admitted, realizing I had guessed correctly.

“So, if you’re…”

“Property…” I answered.

“Right.  And if I send property somewhere, it becomes…”  I didn’t get this one and she had to tell me.  “Cargo!”  She smiled brightly.

“Oh.  Which means you put me in the back of your CAR and we GO,” I joked.

She laughed at my pun, which pleased me well enough, but I was still a little worried about my imminent traveling conditions.

“So, a passenger takes a journey, whereas cargo gets shipped.” She continued.   “So, to ship you, you need to be…?”   With a cock of her head and her eyes going the same way, she directed me to look at the answer.

Again, I didn’t get the word, but I understood the meaning as I looked beside me and saw a large suitcase.  It was open.   It was empty.  I knew immediately that it was very soon to be filled, and that I would be its contents.

“Packaged!” she grinned broadly.  “And precious cargo needs to be well packaged for safe transport.  So, let’s get you packed away safe and secure.”

“Key word being secure,” I smiled back, albeit not so very happily.

Still smiling, she kissed my cheek and lifted the far end of the case and stood it on its near end, then helped me to shuffle my knees and feet into the bottom of the large piece of luggage.  I would clearly have to duck my head quite low to fit properly, which concerned me for my comfort during the journey.  As soon as my head was ducked into the top, forward corner, she pushed on my shoulder while adjusting the suitcase and lowered me down with it onto my side, and I found that she had folded a blanket in quarters and arranged it to be a plush pad for the suitcase and I to lay upon.  I might get a cramp in my neck, but I wouldn’t get bruised up.

“I think I’ve told you before, that there are those who believe it isn’t bondage if you’re not gagged.  I did tell you that, didn’t I?”

“Yes, Miss Julanni, you’ve told me that once before.”

“And being gagged makes you feel more helpless, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Miss Julanni.  Being gagged does make me feel more helpless.”

“Good.  I’ve got one for you that should be easy to handle for the duration of our trip together.   It’s a perf-ball gag.  It’s certainly not the biggest ball I’ve gagged you with, and it’s perforated with holes so you can breathe through it.   -And drool through it, too.  Open up for me.”  With that, she scooped a hand beneath the shoulder I was lying on and pulled me up enough to clear my head from the corner of the luggage and straighten my neck a bit.

Obediently, I opened my mouth to receive the hollow plastic ball with the many holes and the narrow leather strap running through it.  My Mistress wrapped the strap around behind my neck at the base of my skull and buckled it tightly enough that I knew I would never be able to push it out of my mouth.  I also knew I’d never be able to stop my drool from escaping and making a mess of the inside of the suitcase.

“There’s a good girl,” she cooed with a smile, pleased with my helpless condition.  “Now I know I didn’t give you a chance to pee before leaving, but I’ll make it simple for you.  You’ll drool, you’ll probably sweat, and it’s very likely that moisture will condense inside there from your breath.  I also expect your arousal will produce enough moisture to puddle beneath you, but if you soil my suitcase with pee, I’ll punish you.  And as you have so very recently learned, you don’t want me to have to punish you.  Do you understand?”

I nodded in the affirmative while saying, “Uh huh,” around the ball gag which was already getting messy with saliva.

“Oh!  Speaking of punishment, I almost forgot that I promised you a sample of the punishment setting on your E stim.  You remember I told you it could shock you very painfully?  Here, let me show you something.”  She held up a small remote control for me to see.  “I told you that this is a multi-functional TENS unit.   Right now, it’s giving you a nice, comfy buzzing, making your rectum and all the surrounding inner muscles clench and release at such a high speed that it feels like a vibrator.  I know exactly what it feels like because I’ve been brought to orgasm with it.  But I’ve got it set just low enough that you won’t reach climax.  Not yet, anyway.  I can keep it doing that while using the remote to make it perform another function at the same time.  And I’ve already set it up to give you the big, quick shock.  Wanna try it, sweetie?”

I shook my head, no, my worried eyes pleading with her not to do it.

“Oh, Bree.  Remember you consented to this new level in our relationship.  I’m the owner, you’re the property.  I do what I want and you make sure I get what I want.  But as I said before, I’ll never do anything to you that will cause you harm.  I love you and I want to give you the most profound experience you’ve ever had in your life.  You may not like this little detail of your new position as my slave, but it’s important that you experience it.  Okay?”

My eyes were still showing deep worry, but I slowly nodded my agreement, fully aware I would regret this.  She lifted her hand so I could watch her push the button on the remote.

BANG!

The sudden flash of pain in my rectum was excruciating!  I never believed I could hurt so badly.  It was like a dozen knives suddenly stabbed me in all directions from the inside of my anus.  The pain was gone in the next moment, just a brief flash of unbelievable agony leaving me apparently unharmed in the next moment, but it frightened the living daylights out of me.  Only after the fact, did I realize I had screamed, and now I found fresh new tears in my eyes.

Her hand reached into my crotch and her touch was gentle.  As soon as I felt her fingers, my hips lurched forward of their own accord to feel more from her.  I was super needy for her loving caresses, greedily trying to further build my arousal upon her teasing fingers.

“Oh, you like this, do you?” she asked.

“Yes, Miss,” I tried answering, but finding my words garbled by the gag, so I settled for nodding.

“I think I need to adjust the TENS,” she said, leaning in farther and reaching around me to manipulate the little knobs on the control box tied to my back.  “There we are.  Would you like to try the big shock again?  It should be better this time.”

I shook my head, ‘no,’ hoping against hope that I wouldn’t have to feel that terrible pain again.

“Do you remember we talked about consensual non-consent?  You’ve already agreed to accept whatever I want to do with you.  So, let’s give this another try.”

She held the remote in front of me and, again, pushed the button.

BANG!!!

I couldn’t believe anything could be more painful than the first shock she gave me, but this one seemed twice as awful.  There was a brief moment when the horrible pain filled my whole abdomen, forcing me to crunch my body forward as tears seemed to squirt from my scrunched closed eyes.  My scream was instant and loud, but it didn’t end.  It fell in pitch and morphed into an agonized moan.  By the time it had become that moan, the pain was gone, but its memory remained with me.

“Let’s adjust it again,” she said, as she leaned in and reached around behind me.

I shook my head vehemently, my teary eyes pleading for mercy, but she made the desired change to the knobs anyway.

I felt the “buzzing” become slightly more intense.  Her hand returned to my sopping wet crotch and her fingers made love to me.  Gawd, what she was doing felt wonderful!  And she continued it for a few long moments, smiling and watching as she forced my arousal nearly to the brink of an orgasm.

“There, that’s better, isn’t it?” she asked.

I nodded, tears blurring my focus as I sniffled through gathering mucus in my nose.

“That’s a good girl.  You and I both like it when you’re horny.  Now let’s get you settled in for the drive to the cabin.”

She laid me back into the suitcase with my head tucked forward, then closed me within and zipped the lid to seal me within its claustrophobic confines.   She repeated my joke back to me, “You are now cargo.  I packed you into my car and now we’ll go.  I’ll leave the E stim teasing you for the journey.  After all, it’ll take a couple hours to get there and I wouldn’t want you to be bored.  But I promise it will be worth the trip.  I predict you’re going to love spending the summer with me up there.”

With the closing of the suitcase, all the light disappeared, leaving me cocooned in darkness.  I could still hear, but not as well; all sound was muffled.  I had a sense of what was happening around my because I felt the car move as she got out and closed the back door, then opened the front door, got in, closed the door and started the car.  There was an electrical hum joined by a mechanical clacking noise and I guessed it to be an automatic garage door opening.  Then I felt the care move forward.  From that point, the sounds I could hear and the motion I could feel told me we were on our way.

The stronger buzzing of the voltage coming from the butt plug was making me really horny, but the fear of being zapped again with such ferocious pain frightened me, making me weep, but I was no longer crying as hard as I was a few minutes ago.  But despite my fear, my sexual arousal was impossible to ignore and I was starting to squirm with need.  My eyes were getting used to the darkness and I began to see little pin-holes of light.   I realized I was seeing tiny bits of light showing through the teeth of the zipper that kept me a prisoner within the cramped suitcase.

From the front seat, Miss Julanni spoke to me.  “You doing okay back there, Bree?  Don’t forget that I have the remote up front, here with me.  I’d bet you would like me to play with it from time to time, wouldn’t you?”

I mewled as loudly as I could around the gag, hoping my pleading sounds would translate well through the wall of the suitcase and over the road noise.   Gagged or not, I was desperately pleading for my owner’s mercy.

“Bree, quiet down.  I told you I changed the setting, remember.  I promise you’ll like it this time.  Here, let me give you a sample.”

I expected the searing pain again, but instead, the buzzing doubled its speed.   It was like a powerful vibrator switching from low to high.  Really high!   I squealed, partly because I was expecting to scream.  My arousal deepened rapidly and I felt myself nearing an orgasm within several seconds.   Then it changed back to its previous setting, keeping me aroused but not letting me climb much higher.

“I told you I wouldn’t let you get bored.  I’ll be playing with this from time to time.  I’ll also stop about halfway through our journey to check on you and give you some water.  It’ll get stuffy in that suitcase after a while.  If you’re smart, you’ll use that to increase your sense of helplessness.   By the time we get to the cabin, you’ll be so desperate for an orgasm…  You know something?  I’m getting pretty damned horny just thinking about it.  Oh, you and I are going to have such wonderful fun together this summer.”

To be continued…