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Subject: {ASSM} Almost Chance {NB} Part 6 (FF, FDom)
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Date: Thu,  6 May 2004 19:10:02 -0400
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Almost Chance Part 6 (FF, FDom)
by NB

In as much as time had any meaning for her on that plane of joy, Jen
spent even longer in the throes of ecstasy than she had just a short
time before. Dimly, she had been aware of Mistress withdrawing from
her, her fingers sliding out of her soaked slit, her other hand taking
away the candle that had dripped pain and pleasure onto her breasts,
her body sliding off the bed but she was already so far lost in
herself that she needed no more stimulation.

Slowly, she came back down from her high, but her body was so
stimulated just a tiny movement was enough to set off another orgasm
within her, fire coursing through her body. Soon though, even that
subsided and she felt herself regain control of her body though now it
seemed that every cell within it had a memory of, and deep craving
for, the pleasure she had just experienced. She opened her eyes,
looking round the room for Mistress, and saw her leaning on the bars
at the bottom of the bed, smiling as she looked at Jen, casually
licking her left hand, the one that had been so deep inside her,
obviously appreciating her taste.

'So you have finally returned to me, my sweet. I can see that I will
have to be careful with you. I fear that I may lose you to pleasure
eternally if I'm not wary. Not that that would necessarily be a bad
thing, of course. Now, are you ready to be released from your bonds,
my dear?'

'If you wish it, Mistress.'

'Yes I do. As pleasurable as it would be to keep you bound here all
night, there is one more experience you must go through before I can
take you into my bed and you will need to recover yourself before
that.' She reached down, her fingers quickly and expertly untying the
straps that fixed Jen's legs to the bed, then moved round to the head
to repeat the process with the bonds round her wrist. 'Now, I want you
to take some time to become used to movement again. Stretch the
muscles in your arms and legs. I must go and prepare something for
you. I shan't be long, and you are to remain on this bed until I
return. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'Then I shall see you soon, my sweet.' Jen watched her as she left the
room. Just watching Mistress' back as she walked was an intensely
erotic experience for her, the red curls falling over white silk, her
legs lithe and flowing in the tight leather as she walked. After the
door closed, Jen began to tentatively move her arms and legs for the
first time in what felt like an eternity. She had expected them to
hurt after being stretched and bound for so long, but instead they
were merely loose and somewhat tired. Moving them freely again was a
strange experience, only reluctantly taking control of her own body,
preferring it when it had been Mistress' to command and torment as she
saw fit.

She could feel the silk sheets beneath her back, cool against her skin
and slick with her sweat. It was a good feeling, helping to steady the
sensations that still lingered in her body, cooling the intense heat
of desire she still felt within. There was another wet patch beneath
her legs, but she knew that was more than merely sweat as the size of
it matched the intensity the arousal she had felt only recently. She
raised herself into a sitting position, arms wrapped around her legs,
hugging herself as she stretched the muscles in her back. The room was
still full of an intense heady aroma, the candles still flickering
around the walls, their scents mixing with her aroused musk and the
faint scent of Mistress' sweet perfume as though they had always meant
to be combined.

Stretching her legs out straight, she moved her feet in slow circles
as she looked down at her chest, noting the patterns of black wax upon
it. She could see a mild pink tinge in the skin beneath it, a visual
representation of the heat each droplet had sent through her. She ran
her fingers over it carefully, not wanting to remove the mark of it,
knowing it was a representation of Mistress on her body, but wanting
to feel it, cool and soft like a carapace over her skin. It was
another symbol of just how little she had known before meeting
Mistress, how deprived her sensuality had been, how rooted in mundane
sexuality she had been. Before today, she would have run away if
anyone had suggested to her doing almost any of the things Mistress
had done to her, but now she couldn't imagine living the rest of her
life without them. Instinctively, her fingers moved to the leather
collar around her neck, its presence there now almost unnoticed by
her, so integral a part of her body now, the material already curving
to fit perfectly around her neck, moving with her.

Almost as though touching the collar was a signal, the door opened and
Mistress returned.

'Oh good, you are recovering well, my dear. Do you think you are
capable of standing and walking?'

'I think so, Mistress.' Jen swung her legs over the side of the bed,
sliding herself to the edge and testing her legs slowly as she stood
herself up. They sagged slightly as she put her full weight on them
but held. Mistress moved close and held out her hand. Jen took it
gratefully, their fingers intertwining as she supported herself on
Mistress.

'Now, follow me, sweet Jen.' Mistress led her slowly out of the room.
Jen walked carefully behind her, gripping Mistress' hand tightly,
drawing strength from her as they left the room.

They walked out into a large hallway, flooded with the warm light of
late afternoon. It was clearly the main entrance into the house,
ornate yet restrained with wooden floorboards and white walls on which
various works of art were displayed. Several vases held fresh flowers
alongside statues of naked, erotic figures. On the far side from them
the hallway spread out into a large living room while two staircases,
one up, one down, were to their right. Mistress led her past the
stairs to an open door and into a bathroom, large and well-appointed.
The large tub was already full of water and the light that came in
through a skylight was added to by a number of candles scattered
around the room. Steam rose from the tub, carrying with it a delicious
aroma, full of sweet herbal scents.

'For you, my sweet girl. A chance to remove the sweat and marks of
earlier and fully recharge yourself for your next experience.' She
gestured towards a corner table where a tray of food - fruit,
sandwiches, mineral water - had been left out. 'Now, I want you to
take all the time you need to relax, eat and prepare yourself. When I
leave, I will close the door behind me. When you are ready, you are to
signal this to me by opening the door a crack and waiting for me to
come and get you. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'There is one last matter to deal with before I leave. In a moment, I
will remove your collar so you can properly wash yourself. However,
before I do this, I will place a temporary marker on you to indicate
that you remain mine despite the absence of your collar. When you have
finished washing and drying yourself, the first thing you will do will
be to replace your collar. I will remove the marker myself after I
collect you. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Mistress.' She was nervous about losing her collar, but relieved
to know she was still under Mistress' protection without it.

'Good. Now raise your right arm for me.' Jen raised it and saw
Mistress produce a long, thin leather strap. She wound it loosely
around Jen's upper arm, four circles around her bicep before tying it
in place. Then, she moved behind Jen and lifted up her hair, exposing
the buckle of the collar. She undid it carefully, slowly removing it,
her fingers running along the exposed skin of Jen's neck as she peeled
it away from her. Jen felt suddenly naked without it, almost worried
until she remembered the thin strap around her arm, taking comfort
from its presence against her skin. She watched Mistress lay the
collar on the table with the food and ached to run there and put it
back on herself.

'Now, I must go change and prepare things for your next experience.
Remember not to rush yourself in here, my dear, half of all the
pleasure lies in the anticipation.' She stood in front of Jen, resting
her hands on Jen's hips. 'But before I go, one last kiss with you, my
sweet Jen.' She pulled Jen close to her, their bodies rubbing together
then leant into her, their lips touching lightly. Mistress ran her
tongue over Jen's lips as her hands moved to her back, slipping up to
her shoulder blades. Mistress kissed her slowly and tenderly, letting
their tongues intertwine softly, their lips rubbing against each
other, Jen almost melting at the intimate contact.

Finally, she broke the kiss, Jen letting herself be reluctantly pushed
away as Mistress stepped back, smiling. 'I shall see you soon, my
dear.' She said, and quickly went out through the door, closing it
behind her with a firm click.

Jen stood there dazed for a moment, calming the passions the kiss had
raised again within her. The kiss reminded her of the ecstasy Mistress
had delivered with her lips before, her body craving it every second.
She remembered what Mistress had said about anticipation and not
rushing and resolved to hold onto herself as Mistress wished her to.
Even though giving herself pleasure would be a matter of simplicity
and ease in this private space, she knew that it would be betraying
Mistress to give into those urges and take pleasure without her
present. Jen knew that she was now owned by Mistress and had to accept
what she wanted, her own urges and desires just an extension of
Mistress' will.

She got into the bath, noticing that Mistress had prepared it at a
perfect heat - warm enough to soothe and caress her body, but not hot
enough to hurt. Its aroma filled her nostrils, the sweet herbs
relaxing her and soothing her racing her mind. Even though her muscles
weren't hurt from the earlier bondage, she still appreciated the sense
of relief the heat gave them, relaxing them and returning them to
normal.

As she lay back in the bath, she looked up at the sky through the
window above her, watching the blue become gradually deeper as the
afternoon became evening. She tried to work out how long she had been
with Mistress, how few hours it had taken her to become a willing
slave to another woman's desires. It seemed far too short a time to
have changed so much, but that time before Mistress got on the train
now seemed like it was years ago, decades even, some other life, some
other person. She was content, happy, joyful even at discovering this
new life, this new part of her experiencing in full what only that
morning she would probably have thought of as depravity. She closed
her eyes, feeling the water surround her, wondering what experiences
Mistress had for waiting for her when she emerged from this room.

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To be continued in part 7...
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