Re: FIC: STL: Strawberries & Whipped Cream

["mudrat_26" <mudrat_26@xxxxxxxxx>]

I love it! I really enjoyed the first two parts when I read them, 
and this one is equally fantastic. Please say there'll be more??

mudrat


--- In buffywantswillow@y..., PChazzman@a... wrote:
> TITLE: Strawberries & Whipped Cream (1/1)
> SERIES TITLE: Slave to Love
> AUTHOR: Chazzman
> E-MAIL: PChazzman@a... 
> DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in this story. They 
all belong 
> to Joss and the WB network. Please don't sue. I have nothing anyway.
> Spoilers: 
> RATED: R, f/f sex.
> SUMMERY: Willow finds her kink
> DISTRIBUTION: Just ask, please...
> AUTHOR's Note: This was supposed to be a short story, dammit! 
> FEEDBACK: Is welcome. If you want to criticize, fine but NO FLAMES 
please. 
> Can't wait to read it.
> 
> NOTE: **INDICATES THOUGHTS** / *INDICATES EMPHASIS*
> 
> Slave to Love 
> Chap. 3: Strawberries & Whipped Cream
> 
> 
> Outwardly I don't react. I so don't want to upset Buffy. 
> 
> Inside, my mind is racing in a thousand directions at once.
> 
> Has she regressed?
> 
> What could she be thinking?
> 
> How can she set something up like this without talking to me 
first?
> 
> What if I hadn't wanted to play Mistress of the night and had 
run 
> screaming from the room?
> 
> Hold it. Since I haven't, does that mean I do?
> 
> I look at her and notice that she is trembling. Ever so 
slightly. She 
> is terrified I will reject her needs and desires.
> 
> Reject her needs. 
> 
> Her needs.
> 
> For the first time it occurs to me. **She told me last night. 
She 
> needed it. So much so that she had to go to somebody else...some 
horrible 
> dominatrix in some sleazy S&M club that Faith must have told her 
about. 
> Faith.** My blood began to boil as I thought about that bitch and 
all the 
> trouble she had reeked upon our lives. OK now I was reaching and I 
knew it, 
> but with me, Faith has long been a sore point that has never 
properly healed.
> 
> "Will?" Buffy asks hesitantly in a frightened voice. Probably 
wondering 
> why I haven't said something, run over and picked her up, or just 
run away.
> 
> "Silence!" The voice startles me, and it takes me a second to 
realize it 
> was my own. Harsh. Firm. Commanding. Damn, I'm starting to get 
myself 
> excited. How sick is that? No. I am not sick. Buffy has a need 
to be 
> dominated. I love Buffy. Therefore, I should help her with her 
need by 
> dominating her. If I happen to enjoy it, well that simply means 
that Buffy 
> and I are more suited for each other than we thought. It's not as 
if I could 
> do anything without her consent. She could break me in two.
> 
> Buffy is again looking towards the floor, but she is no longer 
shaking. 
> She knows I will not leave her. Berate her, yell at her, tell her 
she is 
> sick and needs help, maybe. But the time for my walking out on her 
has 
> passed and I am still here, so she is satisfied. I know what she 
is thinking 
> because I know I would feel that way if our positions were reversed.
> 
> "Buffy, stand up," I command her.
> 
> She stands. I look into her face that she is trying to keep 
calm, but I 
> see a lot of worry mixed with a longing hunger. And a bit of a 
challenge. 
> She has bared herself before me, what will I do? 
> 
> I look at the Cat-o-nine tails on the chair and I stroll over 
to pick it 
> up. I look it over as I walk around Buffy. 
> 
> Can I do it? 
> 
> She wants me to do it, so I shouldn't be afraid. 
> 
> But I am.
> 
> Because I might enjoy it, and what would that say about me. 
> 
> I extend the whip and begin to stroke it lightly over Buffy's 
body. 
> Across her arms. Over her shoulders. Along her back. Around her 
breasts.
> 
> She is beautiful. Standing there at attention. Lips slightly 
parted. 
> Her breathing has picked up due to her arousal. Her cheeks are 
flushed. Her 
> nipples have extended slightly.
> 
> I lower the whip to press the handle against her crotch. She 
groans 
> slightly. I tilt the whip slightly, and begin to rub it against 
her. Slowly 
> pumping it between her thighs while she starts to whimper and move 
her hips.
> 
> "Don't move!" I order her sharply and she freezes. "You really 
want me 
> to whip you, don't you?" I ask in what I hope is a seductive and 
sensual tone 
> of voice.
> 
> "Yes, Mistress," she gasps out as she restrains herself from 
moving.
> 
> "But then that would be a reward. And I distinctly heard you 
confess to 
> needing punishment. Humm." I step back from her and pretend to 
contemplate 
> this dilemma. I can see her trying to recover from my teasing of 
her pussy. 
> I've gotten fairly excited myself. What to do? An idea occurs, 
and I hate 
> it because I enjoyed it when her mind was...not right. It is a 
servant's job 
> for people who think they are too important to be bothered with 
such little 
> things.
> 
> "Undress me, Buffy."
> 
> She moves to obey without hesitation. Slowly and carefully. 
Item by 
> item. She doesn't tug or pull on anything, she slides the clothing 
from my 
> body. Carefully, she folds and places each article on a side table.
> 
> Soon I am naked and standing before her. In my mind, it occurs 
to me 
> that as the dominating person here, I should be still wearing 
something. 
> Possibly a shopping trip is in order. Later.
> 
> I look around the room. My mind slowly coming to grips with 
the 
> situation. I look at the bed. The chair. The table. The 
strawberries. 
> The champagne. 
> 
> In ice.
> 
> A smile forms on my face as I turn back towards Buffy. I must 
look very 
> naughty because I see Buffy swallow nervously as she sees I have 
come to my 
> decision over her punishment.
> 
> "Turn around. Go over to the table and place your hands on it."
> 
> She hesitates for a second, trying to figure out what I am up 
to.
> 
> Lash. One stroke. Back of her thighs.
> 
> "Ah!"
> 
> It doesn't hurt her. No way. But it does surprise her. 
Startling her 
> into leaping across the room to obey my commands.
> 
> I stroll over and reach out to caress her lower back. Then I 
slide my 
> hand down around her hip, across the front of her right thigh and 
up to her 
> belly. God her skin feels so wonderful. I lean against her back 
and smell 
> the delicious scent of her hair as I whisper in her ear to back up 
a bit. 
> 
> 
> "Come on... a little more... good girl," I urge her gently, 
loving the 
> feeling of her backing her ass up against my crotch. When she is 
> sufficiently bent over, I step away and switch back to my 
commanding voice. 
> 
> "Now spread 'em."
> 
> I step back and watch as she spreads her legs as far apart as 
she can. 
> From behind, I can just barely see her outer pussy lips protruding 
between 
> her legs. They look wet.
> 
> I'm practically drooling at the sight. I can feel a drop of 
moisture 
> running down the inside of my left leg.
> 
> Licking my lips I move over to the champagne and pour myself a 
glass. 
> I've never had champagne before. I take a tentative sip. Hmm. 
Fizzy.
> 
> "Eyes down!"
> 
> My hand slips down the neck of the bottle as I place it back in 
the ice 
> bucket. I pick up a single ice cube. A very cold, wet ice cube.
> 
> I move back to Buffy's side. Standing with my crotch close by 
her head 
> so she can smell my arousal. I can hear her breathing deepen.
> 
> She is waiting to find out what I'm going to do.
> 
> A jingle from an old commercial runs through my head.
> 
> 'An-ti-ci-paaaaaaaaaaaaaa-tion, it's making me wait.'
> 
> I brush the ice across her neck.
> 
> "Aaah!" she finches in surprise. 
> 
> "Hush!" I snap. I squat down to look her in the eye, but hers 
are firmly 
> locked between my spread thighs. Using the ice on her chin, I lift 
her eyes 
> from gazing between my legs to looking into my own.
> 
> "If you do not hold your position, I will know you are not 
serious about 
> wishing to please me and I will leave." It was a lie, but Buffy 
did not know 
> that. She nodded her head slightly and locked her muscles in 
place, 
> trembling as I continued to stroke the melting ice down from her 
chin, along 
> her throat to her breasts.
> 
> Another gasp and a moan as I circled her protruding nipples. 
My fingers 
> are getting a bit numb holding the ice. Gloves are added to my 
mental 
> shopping list. In the meantime, I have to improvise so I stand up 
and move 
> over to the stack of clothes and look through them. Buffy does not 
appear to 
> have any underwear here. I finally pick up mine and walk back to 
where she 
> is waiting.
> 
> "Did you not wear any panties today, Buffy?" 
> 
> "No, Mistress," she said in a soft, subdued voice of one who 
knows they 
> have done something wrong.
> 
> I sigh theatrically. "So, I am going to have to ruin my 
underwear for 
> your punishment." 
> 
> "I-I-I- I'm sorry, Mistress. I-"
> 
> "Hush!" A ball gag is added to the list. Huh? Where did that 
item come 
> from? Oh well.
> 
> I pick out a fresh piece of ice and wrap my underwear around 
one end. 
> Then I move behind her and squat down. I know she is looking 
between her 
> legs at me when I see her tense just before I touch her right calf 
with the 
> ice.
> 
> "Eye's forward!"
> 
> I move the ice slowly up along her leg, rubbing it in circles 
here, 
> gliding up and down there, sliding it around to the front and 
repeating the 
> motion. Slowly I work my way up to her thigh. When I reach her 
lower 
> buttock, I stop and switch to her left leg.
> 
> Buffy whimpers. I can smell her, and I'm salivating. I want 
to dive 
> forward and thrust my tongue between her thighs and taste her. Not 
yet, 
> though. Punishment, first, then playtime. Slowly, methodically, I 
move the 
> ice up her left leg.
> 
> When I'm done I stand up.
> 
> "Buffy, I want you straighten up while keeping your legs 
spread. And put 
> your hands behind your head."
> 
> She does as I command, thrilling me with her movement. Her 
breasts 
> thrust out when she moves her hands behind her head. With more 
ice, I figure 
> they'll be sticking out even further. 
> 
> I pick up a fresh piece of ice. Stepping around to her front, 
I look 
> into her eyes.
> 
> "You're doing very well."
> 
> I lean in to kiss her softly upon her lips. Our breasts are 
pressing 
> into each other. Staring into her eyes, I raise my hand with the 
ice and 
> begin tracing patterns across her back. Her mouth is open slightly 
and her 
> breathing has deepened, but her eyes stay firmly locked on mine. 
> 
> The ice has melted to just a small piece when I slid it around 
front 
> between us and move it down towards her groin. Her eyes widen 
slightly as 
> she realizes where I am heading. Then she closes them and shudders 
as I 
> slide the ice across the outside of her pussy. Not for too long. 
Just 
> enough to coat it. Then I'm lifting my hand and sucking the ice 
between my 
> lips. Buffy's eyes widen dramatically when I bite down on it and 
she hears 
> it crunch.
> 
> I drink the last of the champagne in my glass. Hmm, refill 
time. I turn 
> to the table and pick up a strawberry and bite into it. Oooohhh! 
Sweeeeeet 
> and Juicy. Very juicy. Some of it has dripped onto my chest. I 
hear a 
> whimper and glance up to see Buffy looking intensely at the streak 
of juice 
> between my breasts. I turn back towards her and look deep into her 
eyes. 
> She is gazing at me with an intensity of adoration that is 
frightening in its 
> magnitude. I could almost believe she was enchanted to be my slave 
once 
> again. That thought sends a thrill through me. 
> 
> I am such a sick bitch. 
> 
> "Buffy. While keeping your hands behind your head, clean 
me." 
> 
> She leans forward and, with the tip of her tongue, proceeds to 
lick my 
> chest clean. When she is done she straightens back to her original 
position. 
> I'm still holding the other half of the strawberry in my fingers. 
I pop the 
> remaining strawberry into my mouth, and then reach out my hand 
towards her 
> mouth. She mewls in delight as I allow her to suck my fingers 
clean. I lift 
> my champagne glass to her lips and give her a sip.
> 
> I still haven't used the ice on her chest, but I don't feel up 
to any 
> more. The juice has given me another naughty idea. Time to move 
on.
> 
> "I love the strawberries, Buffy. This was very good of you to 
do for me. 
> The champagne is delicious too, but we can't have you getting into 
trouble 
> for underage alcohol purchasing. I remember quite clearly what 
happened last 
> time you got naughty with alcohol. Do you?" 
> 
> "Yes, Mistress."
> 
> "Bend forward. Hands on the floor."
> 
> She complies with a look of relief as she lowers her arms. I 
reach 
> towards the ice bucket with my left hand, only to reach past it and 
pick up a 
> strawberry. Then another. And another. I move behind Buffy and 
squat down 
> again.
> 
> I can see her pussy. In this position, her vaginal lips have 
parted and 
> it has flowered open before me. I set the champagne on the ground 
and take 
> one of the strawberries in my right hand. Lifting the berry, I 
place it at 
> the opening of her pussy and begin to gently press forward with my 
fingers. 
> I can hear her gasp as the berry suddenly pops forward and lodges 
inside of 
> her. I pick a second strawberry up and repeat the process. Then 
the third. 
> I stand up and move to pick up the cat-o-nine-tails whip sitting on 
the 
> table. I take another drink of the champagne.
> 
> "Buffy."
> 
> "Yes, Mistress," she says with a slight grunt.
> 
> "You know what I really like to go with my strawberries?" I 
raised the 
> whip up over my shoulder.
> 
> "No, Mistress."
> 
> "Some whipped cream."
> 
> *****
> End
> 
> TBC...?