The Naked End

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~~~~She’s cheating, I say to myself.It’s the second act of our couples dance, and Miriam is cheating. For days she has edged me, ordering me not to cum or she will crop me, and for days I have kept myself from cumming.This is agony for me. I love cumming, and have done so almost daily since I was sixteen and living with my mother.And when I started exotic dancing, then lap dancing, then sex work, I’d cum at least once a day, and sometimes several times a day, except when I had my period, and sometimes even then.I know I’m slightly unusual in that regard. Not all women are multi-orgasmic, but I certainly am. And I have developed a great appetite for it, and always enjoy it.But now she’s denying it to me, and I want to rage against her. At times I do, but I’m always punished, and afterwards she always forbids me from cumming for even longer. So, the most I can do is to obey her as best as my bratty personality will let me, and beg her to allow me to cum whenever I’m permitted to beg.But now, for tonight’s dance, she’s added something new. Just before we go onstage for our 40-minute couples dance, the BDSM version, she gives me a remote-controlled, egg vibrator, and orders me to put it in my vagina. I hesitate, because I know what she will do to me if I do.But when she looks at me coldly, I melt, spread my legs, and insert the already lubed egg far up into my cunt, swallowing hard, and knowing this would be yet another test of my obedience.Then I put on the rest of my costume, and prepare to start the dance. And just to prove her power over me, she turns the vibrator on just as we go onstage…Now we are approaching the end of the second of the three, ten-minute acts. According to the script, which we loosely follow with variations for the audience and setting, this is the Temptation scene. She is the Serpent, and I am Eve, and she is corrupting me, tempting me, daring me to explore and enjoy my sexuality so that she can enslave me, and use me for her own ends.Which is precisely what Miriam, dancing as the Serpent, is doing to me, De Muis, Eve. The worst part is that I know precisely what she is doing, and I’m powerless to prevent it.For I adore her. She is the only person who has ever cared about me, cared for me. I live in her house, eat her food, wear the clothes she wants me to wear, work when and where she tells me, give her all of my earnings – and cum only when she allows me to.I adore her, and I cannot help myself. I want to worship her, to please her. And what she wants from me is complete obedience. When I give it, immediately, and without thinking, she is kind, generous, and loving. When I rebel, or am slow to obey, her eyes narrow, her demeanor becomes menacing, and she punishes me. And the worst punishment is to know I have disappointed her, that she is sad because I made her sad. I hate that above anything.And as time goes on, I find that more than anything, I want to please her, to see her smile, to make her cum when she wishes, to be what she wants me to be.But it’s hard. I was just beginning to live a life I chose, to do the things I wished, to have the money to buy the things I wanted. And although I love the life she gives me, there are times when I struggle against it.Today was one of those days. She is a cold, unforgiving perfectionist, especially when it comes to our dances. She wants not only that the steps be perfect, but that the dance affect the audience as strongly as she wishes, and leaves them feeling a certain way by the end. This requires acting skills as well as dancing skills. And while I can dance in my own way, and do it with emotion, I have no background or skill at acting, or in formal, structured dance.As a result, she is not pleased with the reactions we have been getting from the audiences.When I was stripping, the music güvenilir bahis and the audiences’ reactions were enough to carry me, and let me give myself to them. It was real, and they knew it, felt it, and responded to it.But now, I’m trying to act, first as a virgin, then as a tempted woman, finally as a fallen woman. I understand it; I just don’t feel it the way I do exotic dancing.And she is not pleased with me.So, today she is cheating. She will force me to be tempted, she will force me to fall, she will force me to become the slut.And she will do this with the egg she has planted in my cunt.****Following our first couples rehearsal, I felt as loved as I ever had in my life. I was lying with my head in her lap, and she was smoothing my hair, and smiling down at me. This was as close to heaven as I could imagine, especially as she had just given me a massive, earth-shattering orgasm, and I was floating on the after-effects.“You’re very beautiful like this,” she says, continuing to stroke my hair.I shook my head. “I’ve been called pretty, but I’m not beautiful. I know that.”Miriam shook her head, “Not so, my little Mouse. When you are like this, when you have given me such a gift, when I can see you so peaceful, so happy, then you are beautiful, hein?”I smiled up at her, and felt tears pricking the corners of my eyes. I turned my head and kissed her hand, “If I am beautiful, it’s because you make me feel so. You are so kind, so good to me. Thank you.”Her smile widened, but I could see something…more…in her eyes, but I wasn’t sure what.Finally, she said, “Come. Let us take you to bed.”I was reluctant to move, but she pulled my hand. “Let me get my clothes…”“And why would you need clothes?” she said, and arched an eyebrow at me.I blushed and looked down, then followed her, holding her hand. She, of course, was still wearing her workout clothes, while I was naked except for my body piercings, but I followed her willingly as she led me down the stairs to the main level, and off to her bedroom, with its big, very pink and feminine bed.“There’s a toilet there,” she pointed. I took the hint, and detoured, refreshing myself, combing my fingers through my hair, and rinsing my mouth out with cold water. I washed my face and hands, and used one of the washcloths to wipe myself so I didn’t smell quite as strongly as before, then opened the door and re-entered her bedroom.She had drawn back the sheets, and was sitting with one leg on and one leg off the side of the bed, leaning up against the headboard. She patted the bed next to her and said, “Come here, little Mouse, and let me play with you again.”I was struck all over again at how beautiful she was: tall, blonde, slender, with a regal face that was graceful and lovely. A true Germanic Valkyrie. If Wagner had wanted a model for his operas, he would have chosen her.I walked over to her, my legs suddenly rubbery again, remembering how she had played my body like a musical instrument, finally bringing me to the point where I begged to be allowed to cum. And after prolonging my crushing desire, she had allowed it, and it had felt unbelievably liberating.“Won’t you let me…love…you? May I pleasure you, please, Miriam?”She smiled down at me as she gathered me into her arms, “There will be plenty of time for that, my Mouse. Right now, I want you to know how good I can make you feel. But call me Mistress, won’t you?”I nodded, “If you wish, Miriam.”“Mistress.”“Yes, Mistress. Sorry.”She smiled, and started once again to run her fingers over me, as she had before. But this time, she knew all my secret places. And she was in absolutely no hurry.She played me at a very low and slow pace, catching the heat of my earlier orgasm which it still glowed like embers in my body, emphasizing it, drawing it forth like dew being drawn güvenilir bahis siteleri from the grass in the morning sun: slowly, imperceptibly, but with an inevitability that was enticing and irresistible.After a time, I was unable to be still. I was rolling and stretching, moaning and gasping. And from time to time she would stop, almost as if she were taunting me, causing me to writhe with desire, and pant.Finally, she lent down and started using her lips and her magic tongue on me. I knew, from my earlier passion, why she was such a highly-paid sexworker: she could read my body like an open book, and knew exactly where to touch me, and how, and for how long. And she drew it out, making it so much slower than I desired.Finally, I could stand it no longer, and whispered to her, asking her to let me cum. “Not yet, my little Mouse; not yet.” And she continued to play with me. Later, when I couldn’t stand it, and needed her to go faster, go harder, I asked her again. She smiled again, shook her head, and said, “No…still no…little plaything. You haven’t yet learned how to beg.”I asked her to teach me to beg, anything to get her to let me cum. She shook her head for a third time, smiled, and simply said, “No.”Eventually I was writhing, and unable to lie still. My hands were clenching and opening, my legs were pushing wider and wider open, begging for her to touch my pussy, and my mouth was open and I was panting.“Please,” I said, “please! Teach me how to beg, Mistress, I can’t stand not cumming. Please!”She stopped, held my face, and said, “Do you really want to know how to beg, little Mouse?”“I do, please teach me, I need to know, please!”“Get down on your knees at my feet, and spread your legs.”Quickly, I slid to the floor, and opened myself as she told me, kneeling, legs spread wide.“Now turn your head up to me, and place your hands, palms up, on your thighs, waiting for my orders. This position is called Nadu. Say it.”“Nadu. This is Nadu.”“And when I say Nadu, what will you do, little Mouse?”I stopped, unsure what she wanted me to say, and unable to think clearly, I was so desperate to climax. “Move to this position?” I offered.“Exactly. And how long should it take you to get into this position, my little toy?”“I should do it immediately?”“Precisely. Will you do that, my little Mouse? Will you obey me when I order you?”“You know I will.”“Say yes, little Mouse.”“Yes!”She nodded. “Now, little Mouse, bend forward and kiss my feet.”I paused, unsure. “Now, little Mouse.”I immediately leaned forward and kissed her workout slippers, first one, then the other.“Now keep your forehead on the ground. This is called ‘Obeisance.’ Say it.”“Obeisance.”“Very good. Repeat the names I’ve told you.”“Nadu, I think.”“Yes, you remember well.”I felt a warm surge run through my body.“And…obedience?”“No. Try again.”“Uh…obeisance?”“Excellent. Now little Mouse, do you think you can learn one more?”“Yes, Miriam.”She was silent, and waited. “I mean, yes, Mistress!”“Very good little Mouse, but try not to keep me waiting next time, yes?”“Yes, Mistress.”“Now you will learn ‘Slaver’s Kiss’. Say it.”“Slaver’s Kiss.”“Very good. Put your forehead down to the floor, lift your bottom in the air, spread your knees wide, and move your feet so they touch each other. Now put your arms around your head like this,” she moved my arms so my head was cupped in my palms, and my elbows were spread wide on either side of my head.“What is this called, little Mouse?”“Slaver’s Kiss.”“And the second one?”“Obeisance.”“Excellent. And the first?”“Nadu.”“Very good. You shall have a reward.”She started stroking my back, my sides, my knees, then gently massaged the cheeks of my uplifted ass, gradually kneading, and spreading my cheeks wide. Then she slowly traced the line from the crease of my ass, pausing iddaa siteleri to gently probe my dark star, then down until she was lightly touching my nether lips.Gradually, she lightly tickled and massaged my pubis, split my labia, and traced my wetness from bottom to top. By now I was moaning, and drooling on the carpet, incapable of coherent thought, consumed by desire. Yet, if I moved so much as a millimeter from the proper position, the caresses would stop without comment, and she would wait until I found it again. It was as if I were locked tight into this one position.Finally, finally, she was using two fingers to fuck my cunt while massaging my clit, but said, “You must not cum until I permit it, little Mouse. Say it.”“I…uh…must not cum until…you permit it.”“Mistress,” she corrected.“Mistress.”She proceeded to torture me, almost taunting me, daring me to cum. But I knew if I did, it would be a mistake, and I would regret it.I was shuddering by now, twitching, and panting hard. “Please, Mistress, please, I have done everything you asked. I will do anything you ask. Please let me cum now, please!”She ignored me, continuing to stroke, finger-fuck, and tease me for some time as I begged, listening as much to the tone of my voice as to the words. Then, finally she said, “Yes, little Mouse, you may cum now. I permit it.”****When my head stopped spinning, and while my body still tingled, Miriam gently pulled me up from my Slaver’s Kiss position, brought me onto the bed, and said, “Now, little Mouse, you may worship me. Give me an orgasm, my little slut, and do it quickly.”I felt entirely spent, exhausted. All I wanted to do was sleep. Yet, I had promised her I would do anything she wanted, so, although my arms and legs were heavy, and I was having trouble focusing, I started to love her, as I had loved women who were clients.I kissed her on the mouth, and she passively allowed me to, letting me put my tongue in her mouth, but not responding in kind. I kissed her ears, and licked outside them, then moved down to her neck, then her breasts, circling the areolae, then sucking the nipples into my mouth. I was surprised she was being so passive, although I could tell her body was starting to respond to my touches. It pleased me that I did excite her.I gradually worked my way down between her legs, and licked open her inner labia, tasting her, and slowly licking and slurping her kitty. Then I started truly worshiping her sex, lapping, sucking, kissing, nuzzling, and thrusting my tongue inside her.And although she didn’t do anything to help, she was moving and shivering. “Harder, my little slut, and faster,” she whispered. I responded immediately, and her hips started to gyrate, her breath to come more quickly.“Now!” she called, and pushed my face hard into her cunt, grinding herself against me.And came. Her body shuddered, she cried out, and she held me tight against her.Finally, she relaxed, then pulled my hair, indicating that she wanted me to move up next to her. I did so quickly, snuggling into her arm. “Pull the blanket over us, my little Mouse.” I did.“You did well, Mouse. I am pleased.”I felt an electric thrill run through me. She was pleased with me! I felt as loved as I had earlier, after our first love-making. Then I asked a question, “Why do you always call me Mouse? Why don’t you call me Nika?”She drew back and frowned at me, and I trembled. “Who is Nika? You are my Mouse now, nothing more, hein? Mouse. Say it!”I was shocked, and stuttered “I…I am, um, Mouse.”She looked at me coldly. “Why do you hesitate. Say it!”“I am Mouse.” I dropped my gaze.She looked at me for what seemed a long time. “Better. Remember your name, yes? You are Mouse.”“I…am Mouse.”“Good. Now, you were good at pleasing me, but you will need to learn to be better. Next time I will teach you. You must take great pride and pleasure at worshiping your Mistress.” She looked down at me. “You want that, don’t you, my little playtoy?”I looked up at her with eager eyes, hoping to regain her favor. “Yes, Mistress, very much!”

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