This sweet little story comes from my dear friend Maggie and is part of her on-going “Mishaps and Misadventures of Miss Maggie”. And as usual, some of this is fantasy and some herstory. ; )

Maggie was wondering what might be in store for her as she arrived at Mistress S’s home and went around to the back door. Mz. S had shown up at Maggie’s home only the day before and told her off again, on again, “friend with benefits” to stop taking unfair advantage of Maggie’s submissive nature.

The fiercely protective Domme had no problem with Maggie fucking every guy, gal or other person in sight. In fact, she encouraged her to have an active sex life. What had infuriated the hot-blooded, Mistress was that this guy was trying to bully Maggie into giving him money and he was pushing past her stated hard limits. “I don’t like you,” was how she greeted him when she walked into Maggie’s house that day, using the key Maggie had given her long ago. The conversation became less cordial still, and within an hour he had been told to leave and not return.

The next morning Mz. S had texted Maggie. “I want you to come to my place this afternoon. Be prepared to spend the night.”

Now Maggie was unsure what to expect. Her masochistic side loved giving Mz. S the chance to be as creative, as passionate, as primal, as she desired. The Domme said recently that she loved the way Maggie gave her a blank canvas – no laundry list of things she wanted or didn’t want – allowing the sadist the freedom to release her inner demons and make the submissive scream, beg or crawl. She could choose to kiss Maggie’s lips, passionately, eyes wide open, declaring their essential bond of friendship and sisterhood, or to have her friend open to her deep need to be submissive, biting her, leaving marks on her flesh and making her grovel at the sexy Domme’s feet and kiss her boots.

Maggie wondered, what sort of artwork might Mz. S want to do today, and why the rush to visit so soon after yesterday’s bit of drama?

Much to her surprise, Mistress met her in the driveway. “We’re going to dinner first. We need to revisit exactly what your limits are,” she told the nervous bottom. Maggie was glad of that. Although they’d known each other a very long time, after her experience with the former FWB, the sub needed reassurance.

Mz. S agreed that Maggie’s hard limits were “very reasonable” and in fact, mirrored her own as a Domme. Her hard limits were pretty garden variety and simple – no kids, animals, scat or as Maggie described it, “other icky stuff like that”.

Maggie’s soft limits, on the other hand, came with explanations – she told Mistress she was likely to be triggered by needles because of past health history, and grew fretful and distracted during anal play after nearly dying from a kidney infection decades ago, (so needed assurance ahead of time that she would be safe – Mz assured her she was). Maggie also explained that anal makes her feel very vulnerable and controlled. Mistress S purred, “that’s certainly not a bad thing.” Finally, Maggie added that, because of an incident where she had fallen head first through a glass window as a child, She might black out at the sound of glass breaking but added she was not sure that was even a limit as much as a warning, and quipped, “in case of breaking glass, catch toppling bottom…”

Again, Mistress reassured her – all very reasonable.

They went back to her home and began to get ready. Maggie was wearing a scarf around her neck. Mz. S grasped it in one hand and pulled Maggie to her and kissed her suddenly. Then, retaining a firm grasp on the scarf, she led the suddenly submissive blonde to her dungeon.

Tying Maggie with her hands over her head, Mistress S tormented her in a variety of ways that were fun and hot and often painful and always sexy. Maggie’s nipples were pinched with clamps, then pushed up against a leather padded wall. A flogging, followed by a single tail quickly had Maggie moaning and writhing.

Then, after a while, Mz. S told Maggie she was going to tie her on her back with her legs spread. Maggie said, in a small voice, “that will make me feel very vulnerable. I’m a little scared.” Mistress again made a sound that might best be described as a purr, and let her know that yes, she would be very vulnerable, and yes, it probably was scary, and yes indeed, she would be safe as they would be following those “very reasonable” limits.

Mz. S untied Maggie’s arms and led her to the table. She was then blindfolded and tied tightly, legs in a seemingly impossible position (“Ohhh, you are so bendy!” Mistress said with a smile in her voice.) She did a few more hot things, pinching and teasing while Maggie wriggled in anticipation. Then things were quiet for a moment as Mistress went into the next room and returned with something that of course, Maggie couldn’t see.

Mz. S said, “You said it was a soft limit, so let’s play a little more within your very reasonable limits. You are very vulnerable right now.” Maggie wriggled and squirmed. She could again hear the smile in the Domme’s voice, not always a good thing when the smile was coming from a very creative sadist. Maggie wasn’t sure what was going to happen, and was hoping it wasn’t needle play! Then, while using a vibrator on the immobile bottom, the Domme pushed a toy into her ass, which was pretty available given how her legs were tied and left it there while continuing to slap and torment Maggie’s inner thighs for a while. Safe, totally vulnerable and totally in Mistress’s control, Maggie felt owned in that moment. She knew she could ask for all of it to stop at any time and Mistress would do so. She also knew she could trust her Domme to keep their play safe. Most of all, Maggie knew that she surely did not want this incredible pleasure to stop. Suddenly, the vibrator moved to just the right spot and became more intense. Maggie asked for permission to orgasm.

The beautiful Domme leaned over the helpless submissive. Maggie could feel her breasts against her, Mistress’s long dark hair brushing her face, as she whispered, “beg for it.”

Maggie did. After five more hard slaps to Maggie’s inner thighs, permission was granted. And then with full and mutual consent, Mistress S made Maggie cum, very consensually, until she screamed…

Later Maggie whispered in Mistress S’s ear. “Consent is fucking hot.”