It was Ilona who blushed. "I never even thought? Oh, Susan you must think me so? so?. Well, anyway we can fix things whatever way you want. Just tell me. Oh, and please, don't call me Miss Paisley."
"Poor Mistress!" Eyes dancing, Susan planted a kiss on hungry lips. "I'm afraid there'l be a list. Let me be bossy that long, then stop me cold. You're going to have to punish me unmercifully, I've been running around loose far too long. I do respond to punishment, y'know. I become a sweetly submissive small girl Who's a little frightened and wouldn't say boo?"
"You're sweet now, sweet to put up with my fumbling." Ilona kissed back and patted a captive cheek. "What's the worst deficiency so far?"
"A ringbolt in the floor beside your bed is sort of de rigueur, Mistress. If you're displeased with me or want to sleep alone you lock my collar to it and I sleep on the floor. If you want me in bed with you there should be a shackle somewhere for my ankle, or maybe one wrist. I must never be completely free but, in bed, it's nicer for you if most of me is."
Paisley Publications was busy with pencil and paper. "O.K., Susan, what next?"
"Mistress, we're lesbians. Talking about it doesn't bother me, but how do you want me to put a name on what I do for you as your slave? Do I 'service you' or do I 'eat you'?" The tied girl giggled. "I always think of it as 'nibbling'. I'm terribly good at it."
"Susan, you can see I'm blushing. Call it anything that pleases you. We'll just let it happen. Now, about that collar?"
"Oh yes, it's locked on me always. I have one with my things, or you can buy me whatever you like. There's shops y'know, they have the loveliest stuff?" Susan paused and wrinkled her brow. Her tone was flatly decisive. "Mistress, I do think you should take me to that room?"
Ilona Paisley was trembling, a seething welter of desires. Desperately, she longed to thrust her Publishing House over the horizon of consciousness. It was an intruder between herself and this glowing radiance. She longed to acquit herself well as a Mistress to so willing a slave. She wanted Susan's respect but had not yet earned it.
She wished to enfold this sensual delicacy in hungry arms but was defeated by the girl's bound elbows and wrists, she was too much a novice to believe in the making of physical love when one partner was tightly bound. Most of all she wanted her 'Room'
to find favour. She was proud of her room, and threw open its door with a flourish.
Susan took a slow but starry eyed survey of the compartment equipped to give her pain. Her breathing quickened as she took quick inventory of the things for which Ilona had paid so much in cash and courage. Then, in a gesture of contrition, she sank to her knees before her new Mistress and buried her face in the folds of Ilona's dress. "It's wonderful, you've thought of everything." Her voice was husky with a threat of tears. "And I've been so bitchy and critical and? and snooty."
"You've been sweet, you're always sweet, and I still need help." Ilona grinned shyly.
"The next thing is you can help me whip you."
Susan sparkled, she was a girl-child ecstatic with a promise. "Oh, may I, I do so want to. I'll only tell you things this first time. After this you mustn't let me say a word."
They became two girls having fun in a shared experience. Both were breathless.
Ilona asked questions rather than waiting to be told: "Susan, had I best untie you now?"
"Yes, I have to strip. When we do this next time I'll already be naked and you'l have to fasten my feet, or control me some way when you free my hands. That's a first rule: I just must never be without restraint."
Susan's elbows were cruelly lovely as the Mistress peeled the thin cord from the redly indented skin. "You poor darling!" Ilona was shocked. "This must have hurt?!"
"It sure did. You must remember my elbows, Mistress, they're one of the punishments. I'd sooner be whipped than have my elbows tied all day."
The slender wrists were better. As she unbound them Ilona found no wounds.
They had been well tied. She felt proud, but she still sought knowledge: "If you'd been alone long enough could you have wriggled free?"
Susan laughed. "I can't tell that. Once you've tied a girl's elbows she's had the course. Even a sloppy tie on her wrists doesn't matter, tied elbows defeat everything.
That's something else to remember."
The large well lit chamber designed for punishment suddenly held magic as Susan deftly cast aside the scraps by which she had been covered. Naked, she posed, her voice mischievous: "Like me, Mistress?"
"My pussy's throbbing in agony at the sight of you." Ilona admitted. "But seriously, Susan, you must be one of the most beautiful girls in the world. You're lovely? all the superlatives."
"I am, aren't I! I know I am." The admission was without conceit. The platinum statue broke pose and massaged her rope weals while she talked. "Mistress, unless you have another idea like putting me in those stocks or tying me to that whipping post over there, may I suggest the trapeze bar? It's controlled by a hidden motor, isn't it? That makes it easy for you and stretches me any tension you like. I don't think there's a better way of making a girl vulnerable to be whipped? or more helpless."
"Of course, darling." Ilona pressed a switch.
As Susan's willing wrists were strapped, one to each end of the lowered bar, the two girls were very close, bombarding each other with vibrations and female musk.
Their eyes were meeting easily now, bright with anticipation and an increasing knowledge or each other. When the straps were drawn tight on Susan's wrists, buckled and tested, it was she who suggested:
"You can stretch me to different heights and tensions, darling. Experiment as you whip me, see which one you prefer." There was a breathless pause. "Oh, Mistress, I called you darling? I shouldn't have."
"I liked the sound of it. Call me anything you find natural to the moment." Ilona kissed her rueful slave. "Don't let's be slaves to titles. That word, Mistress, could become a bore. Call me Ilona if you want. I bet the whip will hurt just as much."
"You have to select a whip, Ilona, or whatever you're going to use. . But get my arms up first."
So exquisitely easy! The Mistress clicked the switch and beheld the bare arms rise.
As freedom slipped away, Susan turned and smiled. When the tug of the trapeze on her raised wrists stopped she look up at her captive hands.
"Mmmmm, it will do for a start, Mistress. I'll be able to jig around a bit. But I'm helpless."
Ilona was enraptured, entranced by beauty. "Mind if I ogle a bit, sweetheart?"
She asked reverently. "Not that it would do you any good to say no. I'd look anyway.
You're one of the loveliest things I've ever seen."
"It's a flattering pose, darling, my arms up like this." Ilona circled the nude helplessness.
"You could kick me." She pointed out reasonably.
"Too crude, Ilona. You could then tie my ankles together. That would be too crude too. Besides, you've forgotten the best part. If I kick I get punished. I'm frightfully vulnerable, y'know."
"Keep teaching me, you absolutely delectable creature." Ilona was lost in joy. To think she possessed such loveliness as she now beheld! The bonds gave her power over Susan's nakedness, but Susan's affection and submission were far more powerful arousals. She gazed down at her slavegirl's pubic hair in her first genuine examination.
Susan giggled. "I can't explain it, darling. I must have had an Indian ancestor to get black curls down there along with what I've got up above. I rather like it though
? nice contrast."
"Oh, sweetheart. . !" Ilona stood in erotic contemplation of a new found treasure. "And there's so much of it! You've got a marvellous, wonderful, beautiful bush! I don't mean it overflows. It's all right where it belongs. . But such a rich sheen. . ! And the thick curls."