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I Can Say With Confidence…

I am definitely doing this:

Live Live So Fully...

I googled the title of this entry. The first hit is a fairly apropos Bible verse:

So we say with confidence, “The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?”
Hebrews 13:6

xoxo
Sadey

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Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 7)

Continued from Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 6)

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I took a bathroom break and when I was done, I waited for them, as ordered, in the living room. Mistress Tracy came back first, wearing a tight black corset and black leather pants. She had her hair up in a tight ponytail and wore bright red lipstick. In her hand was a long leather flogger, which she raised up in the air and snapped against the couch.

I almost jumped out of my skin.

“Help me move things,” she said. We moved the couch to the very edge of the large, green area rug. The coffee table and end tables we placed along the walls, leaving the center of the room empty.

I’ll admit this was quite nerve-wracking. Creating lots of space meant that we’d be needing lots of space. Mistress Tracy wanted a ‘show’. What did that mean? Would Pam and I be dancing for her?

Honestly, I hoped not. I’m fairly confident about my body, but next to Pam I am an awful dancer. I knew I shouldn’t compare myself to her but I couldn’t help it. My heart was beating hard against my chest as I helped Mistress Tracy.

She closed the curtains, making the room eerily dark for the middle of the day. Humming to herself, she fiddled around with her stereo until ominous music filled the room. It took me a moment to realize it was a mix of pipe organ and string instruments. She turned it up high and flashed me an evil grin as the sounds flooded my ears.

Pam reappeared, looking as shaken as I felt. She held a double dildo, a strap on, and two pairs of nipple clamps. She looked at me and swallowed hard.

“On your hands and knees, girls. Facing away from each other,” Mistress Tracy ordered. She took the toys from Pam and gently shoved her down to the floor.

Pam crawled into place and I dropped to my hands and knees and put myself into position, facing away from her.

Mistress Tracy maneuvered Pam until our butts were nearly touching. She slipped the dildo into my pussy, then Pam’s.

“King built me a new piece of furniture,” she announced, getting up and crossing the room. I watched her in fear. The music was so loud—too loud—and my pussy was adjusting to the girth of the dildo. My arms were trembling. I love and hate these moments, as a scene is beginning and the dominant has not explained what will happen. Anticipation is both torturous and sweet.

The contraption turned out to be a simple wooden board that ran in between our legs. In the middle of it, I saw later, is a wooden pole that was conveniently cut to rise to the height of our cunts. At the top of the pole is a hole, where Mistress Tracy threaded flat piece of rope. She tied the dildo in place, and stood back to admire of us.

“Why aren’t you fucking yourselves, girls?” she asked, pacing around us. She picked up the flogger and I winced as she brought it down hard on Pam’s back. I felt the dildo move and knew Pam was rocking back and forth. Without the need for motivation, I followed suit.

My obedience didn’t spare me, and soon I felt stinging pain of the leather straps burning into my skin. I cried out loudly and jolted forward, knowing instantly I’d made an error.

“Get your cunt back on that dick!” Mistress Tracy snapped, stinging me again with the cruel flogger.

I whimpered and resumed fucking myself.

“If either of you lets the dildo out of your cunt, I’ll add the clamps,” she warned.

I wondered how long we would be kept there, fucking ourselves. Mistress Tracy brought the flogger down on both of us a few more times before taking a seat on the couch. She told us to go faster and when I looked over to her I saw she was rubbing herself through her pants. She caught my eye and licked her lips.

That momentary distraction made me groan and move forward too much and the dildo slid out of my pussy. I slammed myself back on it hard, hoping she hadn’t noticed.

She had.

In a flash she was attaching clothespin-like clamps to my nipples. I moaned loudly in pain and hoped she wouldn’t punish Pam for my failure. But a moment later, I heard Pam whimper.

“Sorry, Pam,” I whispered.

Then, Mistress Tracy did something deliciously evil. She ordered us to stay still, and tied two thin ropes to our clamps, connecting our breasts together. My left breast was tied to Pam’s right breast, and my right breast to her left breast. Mistress Tracy tied them very taut, and smiled in satisfaction. “Keep fucking!” she ordered loudly, snapping us with the flogger.

So as we fucked, we tried to keep in rhythm, each moving the same way to keep the rope from stretching our nipples. It was useless, though. With the flogger raining down on our backs and our asses, it was impossible to maintain any semblance of normal rhythm, and our tits stretched painfully as we pulled against each other.

It wasn’t long before I was soaring in subspace. The pain in my tits, the dildo in my cunt, and the stinging splash of the flogger against my sore skin was incredibly intense. I wanted to beg her to beat me harder but I knew whatever I asked for would be doled out to Pam as well.

“The slave who cums first will be punished,” Mistress Tracy announced. “She’ll be punished by the other slave while I watch.” She picked up the strap-on and put the head of the black cock into her mouth, licking it seductively as she gazed down at us.

Seriously, I almost came on the spot. Lucky for me, I can almost never cum without clitoral stimulation (which is ultimately unlucky for me, but in this instance I was happy about it). Mistress Tracy ordered us to move faster and I felt Pam rocking hard against the dildo. I’m not sure what inspired me to do this, but as I heard the flogger smack Pam’s back a few times in a row, I shouted, “Cum, Pam! I want to punish you for cumming for us!”

And I felt her shake against the dildo and her cries blended with the music as she erupted in an enormous orgasm. Mistress Tracy was chuckling and she knelt down and yanked off the nipple clamps, making us both yelp in pain.

“Good girl, Sadey,” she whispered into my ear. Her breath was hot against my skin. “I’m going to enjoy watching you fuck her ass.”

I was breathless and nearly speechless, but the small dominant bug that lives inside me came to life and I whispered back, “Can I make her lick me first?”

“Sure you can.” She stood up and took a seat on the couch. “Pamela,” she said, her voice stern, “I’m surprised you lost the little game. You’ll be Sadey’s slave for the next forty minutes. My only requirement for her is that she fucks your asshole. Everything else, Sadey,” she said, turning to me, “is up to you. We talked about this before—I’ll make sure you don’t do anything unsafe. Let’s see you try to be dominant.”

We had, indeed, discussed this before. When I started writing erotica, I wanted to explore what it feels like to top someone. I’d ‘played’ top before, at parties, but I’d never really gotten into the role. I knew I was just playing top with Pam, because Mistress Tracy was really in control. But my pussy was burning with desire as I imagined what I might do. I looked over to Pam. She was still recovering from her orgasm and I could tell she was trying to process what her Mistress was saying. She looked at me and when our eyes met I smiled at her.

“Don’t worry, Pam,” I said. “I won’t hurt you too much.”

She whimpered but I knew she’d enjoy serving me. I was so fucking horny at that moment that I didn’t want to do anything with her until I came. So I stretched out on the rug, spread my legs, and said, “Lick.”

continued at Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 8)

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Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 6)

Continued from Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 5)

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Mistress Tracy found a table while I went back with Patrick. He showed me the menus and the soda machine. “Just take their order and get them their drinks. If they have any questions about the food, tell them you’re in training and get Pam to help you. When they give you their order, give it to Pam and she’ll do the rest.”

“OK.”

“Here you go,” he said, handing me a pad to take down orders. “Here’s a diagram of the tables. You’ll take one through seven, got it?”

I nodded, studying the diagram and then popping out to the main room to check that I understood where the corresponding tables were.

“Good,” said Patrick. “Number three hasn’t been greeted yet.”

Taking a deep breath, I went to the front room. At table number three sat a group of four young guys, maybe in their early twenties. When I approached, they hushed their conversation and looked at me eagerly.

These guys really, really looked at me. I’ve felt like an object plenty of times in my life, but never in such a strange vanilla setting. It was like since they had permission to stare at a girl they were going to do it as best as they could.

“Welcome,” I said cheerfully, handing them menus. One of the guys was staring right at my chest and I checked to make sure the skimpy top was still covering my nipples. “Can I bring you something to drink?”

They ordered water and I soon relaxed in my new position. Patrick watched me carefully at first until he was satisfied I wouldn’t screw up. Pam and I shared the tables, so after I took their food orders she handled bringing out their meals. I was glad for that—I’d never wanted to be a waitress for fear that I would spill hot soup or something into a customer’s lap.

Syd came in about twenty minutes into my shift as a waitress and he scooped me into his arms for a big hug. I hadn’t seen him since New Years and was happy he was back.

“So Nate gave you away, huh?” he asked with a wink.

“Yeah. Until tomorrow.”

“Everyone is gonna love hearing about this.” He shot me a knowing smile and slid into the booth across from Mistress Tracy.

While Syd and Mistress Tracy chatted, Pam and I worked, and I discovered I kind of like waitressing in a skimpy outfit. Since the main reason customers come to Pam’s restaurant is to gawk at pretty girls, they really had no reservations about it. It wasn’t like wearing the slutty outfit earlier and having pedestrians half-look at me, but avert their eyes and try not to stare. No, these guys (and some girls) unabashedly gazed at us while we moved around the restaurant.

“Do you ever see people you know?” I asked Pam during our dinner break.

“Hardly. And then, only the type of people who would be OK with me having a job like this. It isn’t like my mom is going to show up here.”

She had a good point. I’d briefly wondered what some of my friends would say if they saw me there, with my butt hanging out of my shorts and my boobs nearly falling out of my top. But it just wasn’t a concern; none of my conservative friends would frequent a place like that. In fact, one of my friends recently called the restaurant, ‘A feminist’s nightmare,’ and ended her diatribe with, ‘I wouldn’t be caught within a block of that place.’

Patrick let us off early, and we all gave Syd a hug goodbye. Mistress Tracy instructed Pam to leave her car at the restaurant. Pam and I were herded into Mistress Tracy’s backseat with these instructions: “Take off those shorts, girls. The rule for the ride home is that your fingers never leave each other’s cunts.”

Syd overheard that as he walked toward his car and turned back with a wistful expression. I wished he was joining us, actually. Showing my body off for three hours had made me rather excited and I wouldn’t have minded two sadists having their way with me. He was off to work a night-shift, though, and wouldn’t be joining us.

Pam had her shorts off in a flash and yanked mine down for me. I giggled and helped her undress me, thankful for tinted windows and the darkness of the night. She slid two fingers inside me and I groaned as she curled them just-so. I reciprocated, our arms crossing each others, and found her cunt slippery and smooth like mine. Pam moaned happily as I gently pumped in and out of her and Mistress Tracy smiled at us through her review mirror.

When Mistress Tracy pulled into her garage, she ordered Pam to make me cum. I pulled my fingers from Pam’s cunt and relaxed as she fingered me. It didn’t take long for me to climax, and though I knew Pam wanted to cum too, Mistress Tracy told us to get out of the car. Inside, we stripped off our tops as required.

The rest of the evening was surprisingly (and, admittedly, disappointingly) vanilla. I was still completely horny, but Pam was tired after working her shift. Mistress Tracy turned on the TV and we watched Dexter, which they were really into but I’d already seen. Pam and I sat on the carpeted floor by Mistress Tracy’s feet. I fell asleep halfway through, and woke to Mistress Tracy yanking me up.

“Time for bed,” she said. We washed up, brushed teeth, drank water, and collapsed on Mistress Tracy’s bed together.

“This is a privilege,” Mistress Tracy was sure to remind me.

I nodded and thanked her sincerely. I was grateful to be on the bed rather than the floor. I snuggled into the covers and relished the warmth of being next to Pam and Mistress Tracy.

I woke up before them (I’m an early riser) and watched them sleep for a few minutes. Mistress Tracy was on her back and Pam was curled up next to her, sleeping peacefully with her head in the crook of her Mistress’ shoulder. They looked so right together that I wished I had a camera to capture the moment. But, sometimes scenes like those aren’t meant to be captured; only remembered fondly.

I made a pot of coffee and prepared some breakfast ingredients. Looking at the clock, I estimated I had a couple of hours before I’d be cooking up eggs for them. So I wrote, with a blanket around my naked body to keep warm, without the aid of The Stool, until I heard a toilet flush and knew they were getting up. I hopped up and got to work making scrambled eggs and toast and melon balls, and I made everything look pretty. For some reason I really like making sure food and table settings look nice.

My efforts were appreciated by the still-groggy Mistress Tracy and Pam. After breakfast, Mistress Tracy yawned, got up, and said, “This morning, I want to be pampered.” She looked back and forth between Pam and I and smiled at us. “I want my every whim taken care of. Got it?”

We replied in unison: “Yes, Mistress Tracy.”

Pam took her by the hand and in an uncharacteristic display of leadership, led her down the hall. I followed, and she went to a room I’d never seen. The walls were dark green, with white wooden trim. A dark red throw rug covered most of the wooden floor. There was a massage table set up against one wall and I helped Pam move it to the center of the room. Looking around, I noticed a sawhorse against the other wall. Pam caught my eye and whispered, “For real punishments.”

I nodded solemnly. Pam once confided with me that, while Mistress Tracy is a sadistic woman, she rarely actually punishes people. When she does punish, the sessions are long and painful. I’ll confess that when I’m feeling particularly masochistic, I’ve imagined being truly punished by Mistress Tracy.
Edit: After she read this, she assured me that I would not enjoy a real punishment from her, no matter how masochistic I’m feeling.

Pam put on soft, mellow music and we spent the next hour and a half giving Mistress Tracy a sensual massage. We started with her scalp and moved down from there, with Pam whispering directions to me as we worked. She showed me what Mistress Tracy likes, and I admired how well she knows her Mistress’ body.

When we massaged her ass, Mistress Tracy slightly parted her legs. While I continued massaging her with my hands, Pam leaned down and licked. She licked her in between her cheeks, and when Mistress Tracy moaned I knew that Pam was playing with her asshole. I swallowed hard and nearly stopped rubbing as I watched, but steeled myself and continued working.

Pam used her hands and tongue to make Mistress Tracy orgasm twice before she straightened up and began working with me again. She gave me a wink and a smile as we worked down Mistress Tracy’s thighs, to her calves, and finally her feet. At her feet, Pam motioned for me to do as she was doing, and we both knelt on the floor and spent a good amount of time sucking and nibbling Mistress Tracy’s toes.

When we had her turn over, Mistress Tracy looked calmer than I’d ever seen her before. She said, “Good girls,” and Pam quickly replied with, “May we continue, Mistress?”

She nodded and we worked our way back up her body. When we got up to her pussy I looked to Pam for approval and she nodded at me. I took my turn licking Mistress Tracy while Pam massaged her, and in minutes, as I was lightly sucking on her clit, she arched her back and groaned loudly as she shuddered in orgasm.

We didn’t stop touching her until we got back up to her scalp again. She sighed softly with pleasure as Pam helped her up off the table.

“May we bathe you now, Mistress?” Pam asked sweetly.

“No,” Mistress Tracy murmured. “Later. Right now I want a show.”

… continued at Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 7)

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Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 5)

Continued from Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 4)

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“Rinse yourself off, then come join me. I want to slap you around a little while your skin is nice and wet.”

I rinsed quickly, nervous about the impending pain. Mistress Tracy is known for her sadism. I met her back in her bedroom and she pointed to the bed.

“Lay down on your stomach. Spread eagle, arms and legs out.”

The sound of me gulping was loud in the otherwise silent room. In the time it had taken me to rinse off, Mistress Tracy had dressed herself in her bright red robe and pulled her wet hair back into a tight ponytail. She looked calm. Peaceful. Like she was in a special mental space.

This filled me with great concern.

I placed myself onto the bed, the cover dampening quickly from my dripping wet skin. I kept my eyes on her as I spread my limbs wide, exposing myself to whatever evil plan she’d dreamed up.

She gave me a long, hard stare before bending down and picking up a long, flexible rubber paddle that I’d failed to notice before.

“I’ll stay clear of your thighs for now, provided you take this spanking well,” she said, trailing the tip of the paddle along the spine of my back.

I was trembling and incredibly nervous. The paddle looked severe and I knew Mistress Tracy loves to hurt. “Please, Mistress,” I whispered. “I’ll be good.”

“I know you’ll be good,” she said, smiling down at me. “Count for me, Sadey.”

The first crack of the paddle against my wet flesh was fucking unbelievable. The sound filled the room and a split second later pain seared through my backside. “Holy shit!” I gasped.

“Watch your mouth. Didn’t I tell you that at the store?” She looked amused, but her tone was still strict.

“Sorry, Mistress Tracy.”

“Do you need to have your mouth washed out with soap?”

“No! No, Mistress Tracy.”

“Good. Then shut up and take your spanking like a good girl. Weren’t you supposed to count?”

I knew I was screwing up but my brain was totally gone at that moment. I didn’t know what I was counting to which was a mind fuck in and of itself. That, and I swear like a sailor when I’m being beaten and didn’t know if I could keep my mouth shut. I was sure that if I swore again she would be lathering my mouth with soap, and I didn’t want that to happen.

I took three deep breaths and looked back up at Mistress Tracy. “One,” I whispered.

“Good girl,” she said, raising her arm in the air and bringing the paddle back down against my flesh.

“Oh!” I gasped. It stung so badly! I couldn’t believe what she was doing. At that moment I thought of Nate, and how he would never spank me so hard without warming me up. But then I also thought of him, at his conference, and I imagined he was day dreaming of me. In the hands of Mistress Tracy. I told myself to be good, if only for his sake (and certainly not for mine). “Two,” I said.

She spanked me seven times, hard, and then helped me up and showed me the striking red lines across my butt. I was teary eyed and my mind was a mess but I was still able to process that those were some pretty amazing looking marks.

“Thank you, Mistress Tracy,” I whispered, looking into her eyes through the mirror.

Her expression softened and she smiled. “You’re welcome. Now let’s dress you up for dinner.”

It was odd being her toy. She was clearly loving it and she touched me whenever she could, wherever she could. As we walked to Pam’s closet to get a waitress uniform, she slid her hand in between my legs and I yelped and giggled at the intrusion. At the closet doors, she pushed me against the wall and pinched my nipples hard, twisting them until I begged her to stop.

I was hers to use. This had never happened to me before. Nate and I play with others on occasion, and I’ll usually be told to obey any of the dominants (unless we’re switching things around, which is rare), but we’ve never done anything like this. He’d never lent me to someone to use.

Which is a testament of the respect Nate has for Mistress Tracy. He wouldn’t lend me to just anyone.

She pulled out one of Pam’s uniforms and dressed me up. Pam is slightly smaller than me so the outfit was just a little tight which made Mistress Tracy smile. “Your breasts might fall out of this,” she said, testing the breast-line hem of the halter top with her fingers.

The shorts were absolutely dreadful. They were super tight and were skimpier than a lot of my panties. Mistress Tracy wouldn’t allow me to wear underwear with them so the lines of my pussy lips showed clearly through the fabric. My bottom hung out of the shorts and I could just make out some of the red marks from the paddle.

Wearing the outfit in public would be humiliating.

“Are you really going to ask Pam’s boss to let me work with her?” I whispered, looking at my reflection in wonder. If I thought I looked like a whore earlier, I had been mistaken. This was over the top tramp-wear.

“Of course. I invited Syd to join us.”

“Oh, Jesus,” I muttered. Syd is our enormous friend who is only in town on occasion. He happened to be the one who delivered my birthday spankings last September. I was happy to see him but knew that Mistress Tracy and Syd together was not a good combination.

The drive to the restaurant was twenty minutes, during which Mistress Tracy ordered me to the backseat of her car and told me to masterbate. I found my cunt was slick with my juices already. I thought about the upcoming evening as she drove, knowing that I might be exposing myself to strangers just like Pam does. I hoped they would be strangers, anyway.

When we walked inside the restaurant I looked down at my chest and saw my nipples were hard and pointy and very obvious through the thin black fabric of the halter top. I felt myself blush as some of the customers, mostly all male, turned to look at us.

Pam spotted us from behind the bar and waved excitedly. She grabbed the bartender, pointed at us, and the bartender—a tall, dark guy with a lot of tattoos, grinned. They both waved us over.

“You look hot, Sadey,” Pam said when we approached.

“Thanks.”

“This is Patrick. He’s managing tonight. He says it’s cool if you want to take a couple of tables.”

Patrick was staring at my chest and I looked down and saw my left breast had slipped up and part of my aureola was visible. I blushed deeper and adjusted my top. Trying to recover, I took a deep breath and said, “Nice to meet you Patrick.”

“You too. Sadey, right?”

I nodded.

“Come on. I’ll show you what to do.”

 continued at Two Nights With Mistress Tracy (Part 6)

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