Sarah’s Adventures - First Contact (Translation)

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This is a crosspost from a corresponding getDare thread.

I wanted to write a BDSM story for quite a while now. Eventually I found the tools which I needed and the mood to start writing. I don't know for how long I will be motivated to write, but I currently plan doing a whole series of stories. I also don't know if the quality is sufficient, but you'll never know until you try. Please don't humiliate me, but if you got constructive criticism I'm happy to hear it.

The story's main theme will probably be lesbian domination and chastity. It might contain traces of other themes, e.g. humiliation, spanking, animal play.

This is a translation of the German version found in a different thread. Since German is my mother language, you might want to read the original if you understand the language. The translation will probably have an impact on the quality and it's probably for the worse.

I will later check if people like the English translation and decide if it's worth the effort to translate and post it.

Note:
All images used have been created with Artbreeder and can be found in my profile.

 

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Sarah’s Adventures
Episode 1: First Contact

 

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Act 1: Clean Slate

The sun was approaching the horizon, turning the sky into a sea of flames. Sarah sat in her new apartment, which she had moved into today. Tomorrow, a whole new life would begin in a new city, far away from her parents and her friends. Although sometimes she doubted if she even had such a thing as friends. Her classmates at school had never had a good word to say about her because she was intelligent and inquisitive. They had called her a nerd and often gossiped behind her back. It was only shortly before exams that everyone suddenly became interested in her. It was also the exams that had given her the little joy in her life.

In the last years of school things got a little better. Puberty came late, but was merciful to her, and so she had acquired shapely curves in addition to a slim and athletic figure. Her bust reached a B cup and her breasts were plump and defied gravity as if it were as normal as breathing. The crowning glory, however, was her flowing red hair, which surrounded her face like a sea of flames and slid down her back to her shoulder blades. Sarah had become a true beauty, but she could hardly trust the classmates who had ridiculed and shunned her for so long.

Sarah twirled a lock of her hair between her fingers, as she always used to do when she was nervous. Last month she had celebrated her 18th birthday and her farewell to her parents. Of course, this would not be permanent, she hoped. But for university, she wanted to get far away from her old life and start a new one. In university, she kept encouraging herself, everyone would probably be striving. There she would meet other intelligent people, maybe make a friend. And maybe boys would be interested in her, too.

She was torn from her thoughts by the sun. It just sent the last ray of sunlight over the horizon and it became dark. She quickly switched on the light and lowered the shutters. Then she let her gaze wander over her new realm. She didn't have much. It was a small room, just big enough for a bed, a desk and a kitchenette with a small dining table. In front was a small hallway with a coat rack and a small bathroom, but big enough for a bathtub. She had moved into a dorm, and the rooms here were already furnished. As a result, all she had brought with her from her old life were a few clothes and her laptop.

In a few days the first semester would start, until then she could familiarize herself with the new city. She could buy food in a supermarket that was only a few hundred steps away, drugstore items she would also get there. She had already filled her refrigerator and the closet in the bathroom today. For clothes she would have to take the bus, but she wouldn't be able to buy clothes that often anyway. Her parents would support her, but they couldn't do that without limits either. After deducting rent and the cost of food, there would be little money left, some of which she would have to set aside for tuition. At least for this semester, though, it didn't matter, as her parents had already paid. But you can be happy even with little money, right?

Her eyes wandered to her bed. She was tired, but her excitement was driving her blood pressure up. Would she be able to sleep? The bed was already made up, she had already arrived in her new apartment. But she was not yet at home here. It was too quiet and lonely for that. Somehow she missed her parents and also her little sister was so far away. The daily quarrel had almost become something like a ritual and today... it was missing. She went to her kitchen counter, took a slice of cheese out of the fridge and put it on half a roll. As she bit off the first piece, she lost herself in her thoughts again.

What would the next weeks, the next months be like? Soon the first semester would begin and with it the studying. She had enrolled in psychology and was already very excited about what she would have to learn. She had read that mathematics would also be important, but that didn't deter her. On the contrary. She had always been good at math, but there were hardly any subjects that had been difficult for her in school anyway. She probably could have chosen any other subject to study. But she wanted to know how people worked. What drove them, what scared them. She wanted to understand why life had been made so difficult for her.

Without thinking much about it and still lost in thought, she had stripped off her pants and T-shirt. Only in underwear she had strolled to her suitcase, because there was one thing she had not taken out yet. From one compartment she pulled out a small vibrator shaped like a penis. As she licked over the glans, it snapped her out of her thoughts. Maybe this way she would be able to ease the tension a little. And here, in her new realm, no one would be able to hear her either. Finally, she didn't have to be careful anymore. Even if she did get loud, the muffled music from the apartment next door told her clearly that she wouldn't be heard.

She sat down on her bed and spread her legs slightly. Briefly, she wondered with whom she should share her trip. Sometimes while masturbating, she would daydream, imagining someone stroking her. Mostly it was guys she knew from public transportation. Whereby this was probably an exaggerated formulation, she would never have dared to address such chance encounters as well. Most of the time she was annoyed about it afterwards and some encounters became a much more intimate affair in her imagination. She had no experience of her own, but she had already imagined a lot. Sometimes she even watched porn to see how sex worked. She often heard girls didn't watch porn, and she'd never admitted it was any different for her. Not that anyone cared.

Her hand, meanwhile, had slipped under her panties as if by itself and was stroking her outer labia, just very gently and barely noticeable. A pleasant tingling sensation spread through her crotch and slowly rippled through her body. She felt the gap between her labia slowly grow wetter. Then she pushed her index finger deep inside and moaned. Slowly she almost pulled it out, but then carefully wandered to her pleasure mound. This she circled carefully and felt the pleasant waves of pleasure spreading. With her other hand, she slid the vibrator into her mouth and sucked on it. Her mind fogged more and more and she lost herself in the pleasurable feelings that the hand and penis substitute were giving her. Then she heard herself moan loudly and startled up.

Slowly her mind returned to her new home. She was panting heavily and only her wet panties still bore witness to her arousal, which to her regret had completely disappeared. Why couldn't she just let herself go? Surely she could moan here at will without this having to lead to an embarrassing situation. Involuntarily, the memory of the shame she had felt when her sister had burst into her room while she was pleasuring herself came to her mind. But now her sister was far away. She could simply satisfy herself, without risk. She quickly turned on the vibrator and slid it into her panties. She felt the familiar vibrations on her pleasure mound, but the pleasurable feeling did not return. She turned off the dildo, curled up on the bed and began to cry bitterly.

 

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Act 2: Girlfriend

Sarah stood naked on a large empty square, which was covered with red bricks. She looked down at herself and admired her breasts. They were round and plump, defying gravity and pretty to look at. Her hand slid over her right breast and she caressed herself.

"Hello Sarah." Even as she spun around, she slid one hand in front of her vagina and threw her other arm over her breasts, trying to cover herself as best she could. Standing in front of her was a woman who looked familiar. "Hello?" she said hesitantly. "Don't you recognize me? I'm your girlfriend. What's wrong with you?" Sarah stumbled. Girlfriend? A pause arose, which was interrupted by the woman's next words. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare." Sarah heard herself say, though her mouth didn't move. "Get down on your knees and put your hands behind your head!" the woman said sternly. Sarah dropped to her knees and hesitantly moved her hands behind her head. Her breasts were completely exposed as a result and her vagina was also just a tiny bit covered by her pubic hair. Sarah shaved, but not completely. She felt a pleasurable pulsation in her vagina.

The woman came closer and whispered, "Well, you like that, don't you? I thought so." Even as she said this, Sarah felt her hand glide over her labia. She jerked away. "Don't move." The woman commanded. Sarah froze. What was happening here? She felt her labia being stroked, then gentle pressure forced them apart. She felt a finger slide between her labia, lightning twitching through her body. Sarah moaned and the woman smiled. Then the woman withdrew her hand and signified to Sarah that it was now her turn.

Sarah hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Truth or dare?" - "Truth." the woman replied. Sarah wanted to ask who the woman was. But she heard herself asking, "Why are you doing this? Why are you touching me?" - "Because you need it. I can feel it. Truth or dare?"

This time Sarah wanted it, "Dare." - "Lie down, spread your legs and show me how you masturbate." That hit Sarah like a bolt of lightning again. Her vagina was pulsing and wet, her brain fogged. Slowly she lay down on the warm cobblestones and stretched her vagina out to the woman. With one hand she went between her legs and caressed her love mound with two fingers. With the other hand she caressed her breasts, then her hand moved from her breasts to her mouth and she sucked on two fingers. It felt wonderful.

The woman slowly bent down to Sarah, her mouth approaching her ear. Sarah felt her breath, which felt pleasantly warm. "Wake up." she whispered, and Sarah woke up. She was lying in her bed, her panties wet and her vagina throbbing. For a few minutes Sarah just lay there, enjoying the sensation. It had been a strange dream and never before had she thought about exposing herself to a woman, let alone masturbating in front of strangers. And yet there was a quiet voice telling her that somehow this was beautiful. And her vagina pulsed approvingly. Her body was suddenly so foreign to Sarah. Where were these thoughts coming from?

Sarah swallowed. Then she took off her panties, grabbed her smartphone and put it next to her bed. Then she turned so that her vagina was staring directly into the camera. In her imagination, she refined the thought. She imagined the woman watching her through the smartphone. Then she slid a finger into her wet vagina and poked it a few times. She felt shame and arousal at the same time. Her whole body was longing for an orgasm.

For quite a while Sarah played with her lust until a thought occurred to her. Did she even want an orgasm? She felt the lust, the desire. It clouded her brain, but felt good. She wanted to feel that pleasure, that desire. She didn't want it to end. Deeper and deeper Sarah rose into her lust, surging from one moment to the next. She lost all sense of time. At some point she fell into a dreamless sleep, overcome by fatigue and exhaustion.

 

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Act 3: Lunacy

Sarah awoke to a ray of sunlight squeezing through a gap in the shutters and hitting her face squarely. She felt strange. She was at once exhausted and tense, but also rested and refreshed. The insides of her thighs were sticky and very slowly the memory of the previous night came back. Of the seemingly limitless masturbation and the pleasurable feelings she had experienced. She felt her cheeks flush as she thought of her dream, as she thought of how arousing she found being watched. She felt her vagina moisten again.

She had never masturbated without results. So far, if she wasn't interrupted and the pleasure faded as a result, she had always stroked herself to orgasm. But somehow she didn't want to. It felt wrong to have an orgasm now. She felt like maybe that would destroy the feelings. As her eyes fell on the vibrator still lying in her bed, an idea came to her. She took the vibrator and tried to insert it. She succeeded surprisingly easily. She must have been wet again. Then she turned on the vibrator and, slightly distracted by the pleasurable sensations, put on her panties.

Then she sat down at her desk and turned on her laptop. She started a game and tried to concentrate on it. In the process, she was repeatedly overcome by her lust and moaned softly. After just a few minutes, she had to turn off the vibrator or she would have exploded. She felt strange, somehow as if she were floating. The artificial penis inside her felt great and she could hardly restrain herself from turning the vibrations back on.

Her vagina felt wonderful as she aimlessly surfed the internet. Again and again her hand wandered down her body. Sometimes the hand even managed to turn on the vibrator, which Sarah acknowledged with a moan and then quickly turned off again. She could hardly concentrate on what she was doing on the Internet. But it felt so good. She'd never been so free, she'd never been able to let go so well, to turn off her mind. At some point, she stumbled across a chat where people could arrange to meet casually.

At some point, Sarah realized what that meant. These people are arranging to get intimate? Just like that? Maybe… she should try that out? Before she could really think about it, she was already creating a profile. She quickly grabbed a bra and put it on. Then she took a picture of her dream body. She would surely find someone who would be interested in this body. Maybe she could find someone to give a blowjob to? With the vibrator it always felt weird, but with a real penis it seemed fun.

After putting on the profile, she wanted to give herself a break. She turned on the vibrator one last time until she was close to an orgasm. Usually it always took a little while, but this time it only took a few moments. Then she had to muster all her willpower to pull the vibrator out of her cleft. Suddenly she felt empty and very unsatisfied. She quickly turned off the vibrator and threw it away from her so she wouldn't go weak after all. Then she knelt on the floor and moaned loudly once more before her arousal slowly subsided.

She quickly grabbed some food from the fridge. As she did so, she noticed that it was already noon. Where had all the time gone? The morning had disappeared as if in a haze. But this one felt really good. What was going on between her legs right now didn't allow any other conclusion. And with these thoughts, her vagina tingled and she caught herself with the idea to just keep masturbating. But first, she wanted to eat. She forced herself to stop thinking about it.

A little later she sat at her laptop again and entered the chat. There were several rooms she could join. She quickly realized that the porn movies she had seen had not explained everything to her. Some rooms she could categorize, there was a room for red-haired people, one for women among themselves, another for men among themselves. And then there was a room where you could flirt with other participants of the chat. However, many other names did not mean anything to her. So she entered the general room first.

A small group there seemed to have known each other for a while and were just chatting about something Sarah didn't understand. Another couple was very obviously flirting with each other. However, many people were just quiet and didn't write anything. She just read along for a while, then wrote, "Hi. I'm new here. Is there anything I need to be aware of?" None of the people present responded.

When Sarah was already on the verge of simply closing the chat again, she suddenly received a private message. The name of the person who wrote to her was Keyholder27. Kind of a funny name, she thought. Then she opened the message and read: "So for being new, you're really going all out with that picture. If you like, I'll be happy to answer any questions." She had already completely forgotten about the picture and at the thought of her presenting herself like that and this stranger seeing her, her cheeks flushed.

Her hand had meanwhile returned to between her legs and she tenderly pampered her pleasure mound. Her head stopped for a moment and she replied, "Sure, I can show myself. Where are you from?" - It quickly became apparent that the name of the person she was talking to was Pia. Yes, she was writing with a woman right now. Actually, she had never had any major interest in women, but last night's dream made her uneasy and curious. Besides, Pia was also a student at the university where Sarah was about to start her studies.

And then Pia wrote, "Do you want to meet sometime, casually?" Sarah didn't know what to answer. "I don't know. What do you have in mind?" she wrote back. "I'm going to make you my sex slave." replied Pia. What? Was the woman crazy? Sarah didn't want to become a slave. And besides, she did want to feel a penis in her mouth. Surely that wouldn't work out with Pia. "How do you imagine it?" were the words Sarah wrote in the chat. Why was she doing this? "I'll put a chastity belt on you and if you serve me well, you'll be rewarded. Wasn't it obvious with my name?" - "That's what your name means?" - "Yes. I keep keys to chastity belts. Unfortunately, I don't currently have an active belt, a shame. Are you interested or not?"

Sarah stepped away from her laptop for a moment. Thoughts were circling in her head and a lake was just forming between her legs. Why on earth did her body want her to get involved with this Pia? She wouldn't be able to masturbate with a belt like that on her body. She couldn't have an orgasm anymore either, but maybe interacting with Pia would excite her? Or she could play with her breasts, that always excited her. Not to the point of orgasm, but she didn't want to go there anyway. Or did she?

"We'll meet first and then we'll see if it fits. Is that okay?" wrote Sarah. "Sure. Send me a time and address and I'll be there." I'm insane, Sarah thought to herself as she sent Pia the address to a nearby coffee shop. "Can you make 5pm?"

 

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Act 4: Progress

Sarah was much too early at the café and almost got angry about it, because she couldn't spend much money. But fortunately she had had a great idea that sweetened her waiting time. She had inserted the vibrator at home and fixed it with a string. Normally she would have had to be careful, but this one was modeled after a real penis and therefore also had a scrotum with balls, which effectively prevented the vibrator from simply slipping inside her. For this she had to pay close attention to how she sat down, otherwise it pressed uncomfortably in her vagina.

At the café, she sat down at a table, then discreetly reached under her skirt and turned the vibrator on at the lowest setting. She had never done anything like this before, but somehow it was just right. Gentle waves rippled through her vagina and her whole body began to tingle slightly. Then she made herself comfortable and waited with pleasure. Fortunately, the seats had small skins lying on them, so the vibrator made little noise and the cafe was noisy. Not even the waitress seemed to notice anything. At least, that's what Sarah hoped.

At 5 p.m. exactly, a young woman with shoulder-length hair entered the café. The hair was partially tied back and so black that you could get lost in it. She was heavily made up, her lips strikingly red and her cheeks subtly flushed. Her eyes were darkly made up and her eye color was also very dark, almost black and insanely deep. She had a striking, yet very pleasant face, was certainly a few kilos heavier than Sarah, but likewise had a dream body with curves in exactly the right places. Her bust was pleasantly shaped and probably a C cup, Sarah thought. She was wearing a sweater over a pair of washed out jeans. When her eyes fell on Sarah, she smiled briefly and then headed straight for her.

"Hey Sarah, glad you're here." she said by way of greeting and sat down next to Sarah without being asked. "Hello... Pia?" replied Sarah hesitantly. "Is a meeting like this something new for you?" asked Pia and Sarah nodded shyly. Pia steered the conversation to innocuous topics and so the two women chatted for quite a while. Meanwhile, Sarah became more and more lively and lost her shyness. Pia was a pleasant person and her perfume smelled seductive. Sarah caught herself thinking that Pia was certainly the kind of woman with whom Sarah could imagine intimate games. But where did this thought come from so suddenly?

"I have to go to the restroom." Pia suddenly said abruptly after they had been chatting animatedly for an hour and added, "Are you coming with me?" She winked at Sarah. She would have loved to answer that she would like to be licked, she wanted an orgasm so much. Was that the reason she could imagine more with Pia? "Sure.", Sarah heard herself say and stood up. Then they headed for the restroom.

It was a completely enclosed stall with only a toilet bowl inside. However, the room was easily large enough for two people, presumably so that less mobile people would have no problems. When Sarah had entered the cubicle behind Pia, she locked the door, turned to Sarah, and then said in a firm tone, "Take off your skirt, let me see." - "But..." wanted to ward off Sarah. "I hear the vibrator. Go on, pull your skirt down." That hit Sarah like a thunderbolt. So the vibrator had been too loud after all. Her thoughts were racing. What could the waitress be thinking?

Pia brought her back to reality: "Are you worried about the other guests? No one has heard anything, I think. But if you don't pull your skirt down right now, I'm going to leave this booth and you've missed your chance. I can see that you find me attractive. And if you weren't experimental, I'm sure you wouldn't have a vibrator with you in a coffee shop." This hit Sarah like a blow. Was she really experimenting? That was just her horniness, after all. When Pia was already turning away, Sarah quickly grabbed her shoulder. "Wait. I... would like to know more. What happens when I take off my skirt?" Pia turned back to her, looked deep into her eyes, and replied, "That depends on whether I like what I see."

Sarah hurried to take off the skirt. In the process, she accidentally pulled on the panties and before she really noticed, they had already fallen to the floor with the skirt. Pia had a direct view of her vagina with the tightly tied vibrator, which was now unmistakably whirring softly. "Well, that was quick!" quipped Pia. As Sarah prepared to pull her panties back up, Pia held her tight. "No. Can the vibrator go any faster?" - "Yes." - "Turn it up." Sarah looked startled at Pia and replied in a near whisper, her cheeks flushed, "But then I'll cum."

When Pia looked questioningly, Sarah added, "I'm really enjoying being extremely aroused right now because I'm masturbating without having an orgasm." Pia looked at Sarah seriously, then replied, "I understand. I want you to put this on. Now." With those words, she pulled a strange contraption out of her purse. Sarah did not recognize it, but was immediately sure that it was probably a chastity belt. She handed it to Sarah, who looked at it with a mixture of fear and joyful anticipation. Was this the time for her to run for the hills? But Pia smelled so good. And the command-like speech made Sarah even more excited than she already was.

Without thinking much, Sarah untied the cord and removed the vibrator. She turned it off and put it in her purse. Then she took the belt and tried to understand how to put it on. Surprisingly quickly, she had the device figured out and pulled it over her hip. At the top was a metal structure that had to be fixed over the hip and then prevented the belt from being pulled out. In front of the vagina was a metal plate in which there were a few slits through which urine could run out. At the buttocks, the belt was shaped so that one could continue to use the toilet. Masturbation or even sex was out of the question with this thing.

Pia pulled a lock out of her purse and showed it to Sarah. She opened it with a key, then placed it in Sarah's hand. "You know what to do?" she asked. Without hesitation, Sarah replied, "Yes." Before the excitement of not having a vibrator could wear off and she might change her mind, she took the lock and used it to lock the belt. Pia smiled at her, threaded the key onto a chain and put it around her neck. Then she bent down and whispered in Sarah's ear, "You're mine now until I release you. The belt cannot be opened without the key. So I advise you never to talk back to me." Sarah winced. Was she really a slave now? Pia stroked her breasts briefly, causing Sarah to wince. Then she ordered, "Put your clothes back on." She then turned around, unlocked the door and walked away quickly.

Sarah huddled in fear in a corner while the door was open. Then she quickly locked it again before trying to pull her panties over her belt. She succeeded rather poorly, but that would have to do. Then she put the skirt back on. She noticed that the metal ring was so high that it was not covered by the skirt. Fear welled up in her until she remembered that she always had a spare top in her purse. This one was a little longer and after she put it on, the metal ring was somewhat hidden. That was all she could do.

When she returned to the table from the restroom, it was deserted. But a piece of paper was lying there with a phone number on it. Next to it she read, "Write me a message as soon as you get home."

 

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Act 5: Ground Rules

On her way home she already began to doubt whether she had just made a mistake. When she was finally in her apartment, all she wanted was to have an orgasm, to finally be able to think normally again. And at the same time, the thought that she really couldn't have an orgasm now, not even if she wanted to, excited her. The limit was no longer her self-control, but Pia now controlled when she was allowed to feel an orgasm again. And Pia was a total stranger.

She quickly pulled out her cell phone and texted Pia, "I'm home. What now?" After that, the waiting began. She stripped naked except for her bra, then examined the belt. It seemed very sturdy and although she tried briefly, she couldn't not touch it herself. She certainly couldn't masturbate anymore. She reached for her rear entrance, which was accessible normally. Maybe she should try that? She had never pushed anything into her rear entrance before. So far... there was no reason either.

A beep brought her back to reality. A quick glance and she saw that there was a response from Pia. "In any case, there will be no orgasm for you today. You'll have to earn it first. Let's see when I'll release you again. I liked our meeting." The heart in her chest was beating so fast now that Sarah could feel her pulse in her throat. It excited her, that much was certain. The loss of control, the uncertainty, the powerlessness. All of it was strangely beautiful somehow.

"When will I see you again?" replied Sarah. She was desperate to continue. She felt the control cold against her hip even now, but in the bathroom it had been more tangible and closer. This time the answer came more quickly, "That all depends on where we see each other." Without much thought, Sarah typed in her address and sent it off. "Your place? I'll be there at 10:00pm. If you don't open for me, I won't respond to any of your messages for 48 hours. Do you understand?" Quickly, Sarah agreed.

Sarah got dressed again, then started her laptop. She needed to distract herself. She started a game and tried to concentrate on it as best she could. It didn't work very well, but at least she was distracted a little. After a long wait, she finally heard the doorbell. Quickly she opened the door. Standing in front of the door was Pia. She was wearing a long coat and high heels. She had a smile on her face that was somewhere between honest joy and evil foreboding. Sarah wasn't sure if that was a good thing. But she couldn't back out now.

Pia came into the apartment and as soon as the door was closed, she opened her coat. Underneath she wore a dress made of leather. It was tight and emphasized her seductive curves. The dress was not particularly long and ended just above the knees. The neckline was low, but hid the breasts almost completely. A few zippers were located in strategic places. The dress clearly exuded sexual interest. I wonder what that would mean.

"You seem to like it," Pia stated. Then she continued speaking, "Take off your clothes. Even the underwear, I want to see you naked. Well almost naked, you probably won't get the chastity belt off, but that's good." Pia winked. Sarah hesitated for a moment, then slowly undressed, piece by piece. When she had taken off the last piece, the bra, and put it away, Pia ordered, "On your knees." Sarah obeyed immediately and without hesitation.

"First, a few ground rules. You will only call me Mistress from now on. Is that clear?" explained Pia. "Yes." replied Sarah. At a stern look, she faltered, then corrected herself, "Yes, Mistress." - "Good, I will punish mistakes from now on. As long as you are my slave, only my needs matter. You will have fun only when I want you to. Is that clear?" Sarah gulped, then replied, "Yes, Mistress."

Thoughts exploded in her head. So now she was a slave and probably wouldn't be allowed to have any more orgasms for a while. Considering how obedient she had become by going a few hours without an orgasm, that couldn't mean anything good. But at least she wouldn't be stimulated anymore either. On the other hand, the very thought of what Pia might do to her not only tingled her vagina but sent joyful excitement through her entire body. These would surely be the worst and at the same time most exciting days of her life so far. Hopefully Pia was not crazy.

In the meantime Pia had slowly made her way behind Sarah. Slowly and tenderly, she now stroked Sarah's neck, then moved to her mouth. "Open." Sarah obeyed immediately and Pia already put two fingers in her mouth. A few moments passed, then Pia ordered, "Whenever you get something put in your mouth, you will suck on it from now on." Immediately Sarah began sucking the fingers. With her other hand, Pia stroked her head. "Good slave." Then Pia withdrew her fingers and vigorously grabbed Sarah's breasts with both hands. She massaged them tenderly, eliciting a moan from Sarah.

"Do you have any questions up to here?" This question surprised Sarah. Why would she have questions? Did Pia expect her to ask a question now? "How are you going to use me, Mistress?" she then asked. She hoped that was a good question. She certainly didn't want Pia to get angry. She was at her mercy. "Have you had sex with a woman yet?" retorted Pia. "No, Mistress." Pia immediately hooked, "What are you not telling me?" - "I... well... I've never had sex, Mistress. With no one."

Silence fell for a while. Pia continued to caress her breasts, but Sarah sensed that she was lost in thought. Had she made a mistake now? But she didn't want to lie to Pia. She was just too afraid of what would happen if this came out. "Have you ever kissed before?" asked Pia after a while. Hesitantly, Sarah replied, "No, Mistress. Is that bad?" - "Stand up and kiss me." commanded Pia. Sarah hesitated. What was this supposed to mean now? Was this a test? Was this appropriate for a slave? But she was supposed to follow instructions, wasn't she?

This time Pia did not get impatient. Sarah thought for a moment, continuing to feel the hands gliding over her breasts. It felt good. It felt right. The stroking, the cold iron on her hip, the instructions, all of it somehow felt like this was her destiny. She had to, no she wanted to serve Pia. Slowly she stood up and turned to face Pia. She looked deep into her chestnut eyes and tried to read what she must have been thinking. Then she took Pia in her arms, approached with her mouth and kissed very softly on her mouth.

Sarah felt a sizzle on her lips. The closeness to Pia almost drove her crazy. Her vagina and mouth were currently fighting over who was more aroused. When her lips parted from Pia's, she paused very close. She felt the breath on her lips. Her heart pulsed, her knees softened. "Open your mouth a little." said Pia, from the tone somewhere between command and a casual statement. Sarah nevertheless responded immediately. She opened her lips a little, then approached Pia again. She also opened her mouth and they kissed again. Sarah felt how Pia carefully pushed her tongue into her mouth. This was too much for Sarah and her knees sagged away.

When she regained consciousness, she was lying on the floor, Pia sitting next to her and tenderly stroking her cheek. "Well, back again?" she asked mockingly. Sarah's reply stuck in her throat. Now Pia would be taunting her, mocking her. Now all was lost. Tears welled up in her eyes and she turned her head away. Pia grabbed her head hard and forced her back. "You never turn your head away when I'm talking to you, slave." she said sternly. Sarah sobbed, then forced out, "Yes, Mistress." Pia bent down and kissed her on the forehead. "Why are you crying?" she asked in a soft voice.

"I... am afraid, Mistress." - "Why?" What was Sarah supposed to answer to this question? She didn't want to pour out her whole life in front of this stranger. On the other hand, this stranger was the only person she had ever kissed erotically. She had come closer to her than any human had ever come before. "Bad experience?" asked Pia with a slightly worried undertone. She was worried? Why was she worried? What was happening here? "Yes." she answered hesitantly. "Good, you'll tell me eventually, but not today. I won't push you." said Pia gently. Then she added sternly, "But I won't tolerate you not addressing me correctly." Sarah's eyes widened. Pia stroked her cheek again, then said, "You forgot the correct form of address. I am your mistress. But I will let you get away with this once." - "Thank you, Mistress."

"Was the kiss that bad or that good?" suddenly Pia changed the subject. "Mistress?" replied Sarah, confused. "You suddenly fell over. I wonder if it happened because of great joy or panic. Maybe we shouldn't try this again for now." explained Pia, the last addressed to herself rather than to Sarah. The latter replied softly, almost in a whisper, "It was wonderful, Mistress." Pia looked deeply into her eyes. "Good." she said. Then she leaned forward and came with her mouth very close to Sarah's. "Again." she commanded and they both opened their mouths slightly. Then they kissed again and their tongues danced with pleasure. The feeling was indescribable and awesome.