"Mmm. You're really good at that."
"You too."
"Remove your panties and hand them to me."
Thrilled by the sexy direction her owner was going, Ashley hooked her thumbs under the waistband and shimmied out of them, careful to maintain eye contact at all times as high protocol demanded. As she pressed them into Miss Kara's waiting palm, Ashley felt the wet spot against her fingers; it wasn't from the shower. She returned her hands to the small of her back; her owner seemed to prefer them out of the way.
Miss Kara tossed the panties onto the couch, then hooked her left index finger under Ashley's collar and drew her in close.
"You've surrendered your naughty pussy to me?"
"Yes, Miss. It's yours. I'm yours."
"No regrets?"
Ashley shook her head vigorously.
"You've got another choice to make tonight. Option one, you can reach down and get your fingers busy between your legs right now. I'd enjoy seeing the look in your pretty, green eyes as you had a well-deserved orgasm here in front of me."
Her eyes went wide and it was all she could do to hold off until she heard the second option. She already knew what she was going to pick! She'd burst if she had to wait any longer.
"Option two," Miss Kara continued, then leaned close to Ashley's ear and spoke in a whisper. "You can spread your legs and I'll stroke you with my fingertips. I'll make you hot and wet...but you won't come. And I'll do it again tomorrow, and again on Thursday and Friday. If you're well-behaved, I'll give you a BIG treat on Saturday, but not before then. Four LONG days of suffering."
Ashley was breathing hard by the time Miss Kara pulled back to gaze into her eyes. More than anything, she wanted to feel her owner's touch on her hungry sex. But could she go the rest of the week without relief, with Miss Kara adding to her torment every night?
"Oh, Miss..." she breathed.
The wicked, playful smile that spread across Miss Kara's face made Ashley's heart pound furiously. Her owner planned to make it SO hard for her, she could tell. There would be no mercy. She supposed it was her own fault -- she'd asked for strict treatment.
"Time to decide. Either get rubbing, or put your hands behind your head and spread for me."
Ashley hesitated a moment longer, then widened her stance and laced her fingers behind her head. She'd touched herself lots of times, but the feel of Miss Kara's fingers? That would be a whole new level of awesome.
Her owner didn't let go of the collar, but dropped her right hand down between Ashley's legs and grazed her smooth mound with her fingernails.
Ashley gasped and rocked her hips forward, needing more than the feather touches her owner was giving her.
"No, no. You keep those hips still. You must never TAKE from me. You wait patiently for whatever I choose to give you. Is that clear? All throughout the whispered scolding, those nails continued to caress and tease.
Ashley couldn't smother a frustrated moan. "Yes Miss, I'm very sorry."
"Do you like my fingers here?" Miss Kara asked, stroking a little lower, oh-so-close to her clitoral hood.
"God, yes."
The fingernails traced lower, over her labia, keeping just to the outer lips. Down...up...down...up... slow and casual. Ashley struggled to keep her hips still, and spread her feet a little further apart, hoping to encourage Miss Kara to explore more. Instead, the other woman leaned in and kissed Ashley's earlobe, sending a shiver down her neck.
"You've made a terrible mistake, Ashley Mallory," her owner whispered. "These next four days are going to be SO hard on you. The memory of my fingers on your wet pussy will haunt your dreams. You'll feel me when you're doing your chores, when you're at work, even during meals. You realize that, right?"
Ashley whimpered. Her body trembled with the effort of remaining still. Miss Kara's fingers were grazing her clit, but far too lightly. Each touch to that swollen bud sent shocks of pleasure through her hips, pelvis and tummy.
"And every night you're going to stand just like this as I torment your poor, desperate slit. You're going to keep perfectly still and moan and shake and sweat, just like you are now. You're going to pray for release. You're going to beg. We just started and you want to beg already, don't you?"
"Yes, Miss...please? Just let me come once?" Despite being unrestrained, Ashley felt a powerful thrill of helplessness. She could sense Miss Kara's control so strongly, and it pushed Ashley deeper into submission.
"Oh, no. Not until you're a trembling, soaking, panting mass of unfulfilled lust. Not until an orgasm becomes the entire focus of your existence. And I'm going to have SO much fun doing that to you. Every...single...day." Those teasing fingers were melting her, breaking her.
Freeing her.
And then Ashley smiled. She smiled and her eyes welled with tears and she quivered and groaned and begged Miss Kara with her blurry gaze. She was feeling it! That special, submissive place inside her, still familiar even after so many years. True to her word, Miss Kara had led her back to where she belonged.
Her Governess was terribly cruel, tormenting her for almost twenty minutes as Ashley begged and quivered and shuddered and sniffed. At the end of it, after Ashley had pulled her panties up snugly over her swollen, swampy, unfulfilled pussy, Miss Kara tucked her into bed.
And as she felt her owner begin a slow, loving massage of her right foot, Ashley decided she was living the best night of her life.
*
Miss Kara was more than true to her word. Ashley spent the next four days hotter than she'd ever been.
Sometimes it was a low-level arousal, when she first woke up in the morning with the faint memory of the sweet, steamy dreams that had filled her night.
Sometimes her arousal was distracting but manageable, like when her owner put her in a short skirt with no panties and hung around nearby while Ashley did her morning chores.
Sometimes her lust was mind-melting and desperate, especially during those long, wonderful minutes Miss Kara spent with her fingernails teasing the swollen, drenched areas between Ashley's legs as she stood, hands behind her head, and tried to keep her overheated body still.
Sometimes it was frustrating, especially at night after Miss Kara put her to bed wet, sticky, sweaty and restless.
Ashley hadn't realized there were this many types of arousal, or that different types could make her feel different emotions. So much of this was new; Chad had never walked her down these paths.
Miss Kara's gentle dominance was like a miracle, and Ashley found it easier every night to rise up into that perfect, submissive space she'd craved for so many years. She didn't have to work at it or fight her way past fear and dread. She could relax and trust her owner; there was no risk that a painful slap would come out of nowhere, or a surprise cock would force its way into an unprepared orifice.
And her Governess had taken the strictness up a notch, too. Ashley spent most of her day in high protocol and loved almost every minute. Miss Kara's 'Domme voice' was an awesome blend of hard and soft and it never felt grating or harsh -- it kept Ashley attentive but not anxious or jumpy. That voice was one of the main reasons Ashley's arousal never seemed to die off.
It was on Friday night, as she lay in bed listening to her heart hammering in her chest, feeling the ache of lust between her legs, that she figured out the whole 'obedience vs. submission' question, at least a little bit.
Miss Kara had just finished with her, and Ashley didn't think it was possible for a human to get any hornier. Surely, after four nights of torment, she was more aroused than anyone in history had ever been. She could feel an occasional trickle of pussy juice seeping from her over-stimulated sex. Her ass cheeks were wet and sticky and her panties were drenched at the back. She lay on a folded towel to prevent her lust from soaking clear through to the mattress. She wanted to crawl into her owner's bedroom and beg -- on her knees, if needed -- for permission to cum. She'd offer anything, DO anything for that sweet release.
