Return to Please Part Fourteen


Author: JustSkipIt - Debra
Rating: NC-17 - Really! Really! Very NC-17. Some B&D, fucking, toys, etc.
Disclaimer: Willow and Tara and any other character that appeared in the syndicated television show "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" is property of Joss and Mutant Enemy, I'm only borrowing them and am not making any money off them Thanks.
Note: Thoughts in italics.

The ride home was surprisingly quiet. By the time I got back to the table, Tara had told Anya and Buffy that we were ready to go. Despite her rather ribald and rabid display of heterosexuality, Buffy yawned and said she too was ready to go. The four of us stood in the parking lot as we waited for Xander, watching women coming to the club and others leaving in various states of inebriation. And honestly, none of them had anything on Anya or Buffy. If there'd been caveman mixture in their drinks, both of them would have been scratching and grunting with gusto.

Xander pulled up and got out of the car with a sideways look at Tara as if he thought she should have controlled everyone else somewhat. Of course she had certainly controlled me tonight. Mmm. And more later from what she said. Oh God.

"Xander," Anya slurred, "I just stuck dollars in a lot of sexy men's underwear. You need to take me home so we can have orgasms."

He blushed and shrugged at the three of us. As usual, none of us even batted an eye. Anya was horny and inappropriate any evening so of course she would be even more so tonight. It was like Anya squared or maybe cubed.

"The woman does like her orgasms," Buffy slurred. "Do I need to go patrol?" she asked as she got in the back seat of the Jeep.

Xander quirked his eyebrow as if to say, "what as drunk as you are?" and told her that he and Giles had taken care of it. As if in response, Buffy closed her eyes and started snoring.

"Bye, Xander," I called as Tara and I got in the car. As Tara drove, I thought back over the evening. Her hand rested on my knee in a gentle yet firm way, showing the tenderness of her love for me, almost in contrast to our activities not thirty minutes earlier. Not that they weren't loving but... getting fucked up the ass in a bathroom? Not exactly everyone's idea of a romantic interlude. Nonetheless. Wow and did I mention wow? And she had teased me about doing the same thing again when we got home. Or punishing me. God, I was so gone. Hers. Completely. Totally. Hers.

I glanced over and she was driving with almost a smirk on her face. Adorable.

For a few minutes I tried to think of something to say. Something that would express what the evening meant to me. Something more so that would be appropriate to say with Buffy seemingly asleep in the backseat. Quickly I gave up and we rode home in silence. Tara woke Buffy who snapped to attention, fists curled before understanding that we were home. I wondered if she'd be asleep before she was even in bed. We followed her up the stairs and watched that she made it into her room. Then Tara nodded at our room and followed Buffy. Obviously she was going to take off the Slayer's boots before joining me.

The detour gave me time to get into Kitten mode. I quickly used the bathroom and undressed, putting away my clothes before putting on my collar and kneeling in the center of the room. Since my eyes were down, I only heard Tara enter the room but didn't see her. She didn't address me but I could hear her slowly undressing. When she was finished she went into the bathroom and I heard the water running for a few minutes. Then I heard her footsteps padding softly across the floor and the sound of her lying down on the bed. "Join me, Kitten," she commanded.

I rose and walked over before joining her on the bed. "Lie on your back," she whispered and I obeyed immediately. Part of my mind wondered what might be coming. She started stroking my stomach lightly, allowing her fingertips to tickle at the base of my breasts. I closed my eyes and took a breath to force myself on the sensation and felt myself slipping gently into a more submissive space.

"You are such a wonderful Kitten," she whispered as her fingertips traced my collar. My collar. I loved wearing it so much. In just a few months I had gotten so used to it. It was something that just belongs on my neck. Something that says everything about my position and my love for my Mistress.

"Thank you, Mistress," I responded.

"It's all about power, isn't it?"

"Power, Tara?" I answered, completely confused. I was even more confused as I felt her fingers pinch the clasp to release my collar.

"Let's see," Tara purred. I looked up to see her fastening the collar on her own neck.

"What, what, what... are you doing, Tara?" I asked.

"What have you learned, Willow?" Tara asked intently. She looked in my eye for a moment before looking shyly away.

My mind spun as I tried to understand what she was saying. Ok, not understand. My IQ is 178 and I scored a 1540 on the SAT, I think I can understand. But what am I going to do? Tara wants me to top her. What? No, really. I mean what?

I looked to Tara for some guidance but she had her eyes coyly demurely cast toward the bedspread. When I had come to the bed, she had been lying mostly on her front and a little on her side to reach out and pet me. Now she had moved her hands by her sides and simply waited for my word. For some instruction.

None. No instruction.



Ok. Try to focus. I raised one hand and gently stroked Tara's arm. So soft under my fingers and I reversed the motion. This time she shivered slightly. Really, what does she want? What would I want? I stroked her skin again, bringing my nails into it. She shivered at the touch. Again, I repeated the motion, a little harder and heard her moan quietly.

"What do you want, baby?" I whispered in her ear.

"Whatever you want, Willow," she whispered back, seeming a little embarrassed.

Ok something to focus on. "What is your safeword, slave?' I asked her. She needed to know that this was serious. To me the collar is sacred as she well knows. If she wants to put it on, she will put it on.

"Handkerchief," she giggled, "Mistress. Handkerchief is my safeword." I laughed out loud at her choice, knowing how Giles's habit of cleaning his glasses anytime anything sexy happened was funny to her.

Ideas crowded my mind. "We will start slow," I whispered as I wound my fingertips in her hair. My nails continued their journey, marking her beautiful white skin with red lines. "Your skin looks so gorgeous like this, baby," I whispered, "does it feel good?"

"Yes," she moaned.

I continued stroking her back and ran my fingertips over the wisps of hair at the base of her neck. "We're starting slow," I again assured her as I ran my hand down her back until it rested on her ass. "Have I ever told you how much I love your ass?"

"No..." a few beats went by as she obviously considered her next word. "Mistress."

"Oh," I smiled, "I like the sound of that. I'll be your Mistress tonight and you can be my little slave." My fingertips ran down the crack of her ass and I heard her inhale sharply. I gently tickled her tight sphincter with the tip of one finger. "Such a beautiful ass," I murmured, "and virginal too." As her first and only lover, I was all too aware of the virginal state of her tight ring. I felt wet just thinking about it. Would she safeword?

"Just thinking about your white ass, has made me all wet, slave," I growled.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," she whimpered as I dug my fingernails harder into her skin. I stood suddenly and went to retrieve the box of toys from the closet, aware of the feeling of trepidation emanating from her. I pulled a pair of handcuffs from the box and waved them at her, motioning with my hand for her to roll over on the bed.

As I fastened her wrists to the headboard I whispered my instruction: "A good slave knows how to keep her Mistress happy." I bent to gently kiss her before tucking a bell in her hand. "That's your safeword," I told her, "because your mouth will be very busy." I gave her no time before climbing up to straddle her face. God, I was fucking dripping down her chin already. I'll tell you what though, my lover is nothing if not a great lay. I mean what do you think got me so into her years ago? Ok, that and falling in love with her. But the moment her mouth hit my cunt the first time, I knew I would never miss boys.

And she didn't disappoint this time. No. Not a bit. She slowly licked every millimeter of my pussy, soaking up my wetness before concentrating on my clit. "Oh God," I moaned, "that's the way, baby. Oh yeah, my little slave." I've always loved when she talks to me during our play and this was at least as much of a turn-on. "Look at you," I whispered, "tied to the bed. Sucking your Mistress's pussy. Such a good little slave." She redoubled her efforts, licking and sucking, thrusting her tongue inside until I came screaming, my hands clenching the headboard.

After I recovered, I leaned back on my knees and looked at her. God, she looked so amazing tied there, my juices running down her chin. I reached down and tweaked one nipple lightly. When she arched into it, I repeated the motion on the other side. "Oh," I exclaimed as I began pulling and pinching on her hard nipples, "someone likes the feeling. Someone likes the pain."

"Yes, Mistress," she moaned.

"Is it a surprise?" I teased.

"Y-y-yes," she stuttered and I knew I had hit on something very intimate for her. Would it be possible for her to use this experience to move beyond her past? I bent my lips close to her ear and whispered, "Would you like your Mistress to free you of your fear?"

Her voice cracked as she quietly said, "Yes, Mistress. Please."

"Roll over," I instantly commanded. She did with some difficulty. Her arms crossed as she did so and I left them that way. I did have her lift her hips so I could slide a pillow under them though.

I ran my hand over her ass before asking, "Now slave. Who does this fine white ass belong to?"

"My Mistress," she said, trembling.

"Do you want me to spank it?" I asked.

"Yes, please," she whimpered back.

"What?" I teased.

"Yes, please," she answered. Apparently enjoying the game she continued: "Please Mistress. If you think this slave is worth it, please spank her white ass."

I know my mouth curled into a smirk. How could it not? I had no idea this would be such a turn on. But God. I mean really... God!

"Mmm," I hummed as I ran my palm over her cheeks. I leaned forward so that my mouth was up against her ear. "You were so naughty tonight, Tara," I teased. I didn't worry that she wouldn't understand, but it was an excuse for what I was about to do. "I think you need a nice spanking for the way you acted at the club tonight."

I could smell her wetness already. "Oh yes, Mistress," she whispered, "please spank me and teach me a lesson."

"There are many lessons you have to learn," I told her. I surprised her with a quick snapping slap to her ass.

"One. Thank you, Mistress," she said.

"Well," I teased, "apparently you don't need to be taught that lesson. You will always count and thank your Mistress unless told otherwise." I spanked her two quick slaps to her warming skin.

"Two. Thank you. Three. Thank you, Mistress," she said again.

Oh this was definitely fun and worth the effort. Quite fun times to be had for a time to come. The spanking and counting continued through four and up to ten. I ran my hand over her pink skin as I thought out loud, "I wonder if that is enough. What do you think?"

"W-whatever pleases you," she answered. Oh, a mistake. You'd think she'd know better than that.

"Oh, sweetie," I said, "I can't believe you forgot to call me by name." I began peppering her gorgeous bottom with slaps as I told her, "I had been planning to stop at ten. But you forgot a rule."

"Oh God. Sixteen. Thank you, Mistress," she whimpered.

"Or maybe you didn't forget at all..." I teased.

"Seventeen. Thank you," she said. I could feel her relaxing into the pain. Relaxing into my control.

"Maybe you just wanted to make your Mistress spank your pretty ass more," I continued.

"Eighteen. Thank you," she said with a hint of excitement in her voice. Oh yes, this was more like it.

"Is that it? Were you trying to trick your Mistress into a spanking?"

"No, Mistress," she whimpered, "Nineteen. Thank you."

"But you did want more?"

"Y-yes," she whimpered, "yes. Mistress. Twenty. Thank you."

A few more and she would be coming on the pillow. I didn't want that though. Not yet. I added three more spanks with her counting and thanking me for each. "Who does this ass belong to, slave?" I asked her on the next spank.

"You, Mistress. Thank you. Twenty-four," she gasped. She was grinding her hips into the pillow. If this wasn't her first time, I would definitely forbid that as she had forbidden me to do it in our play.

"Such a pretty ass," I commented as I ran my hand over the now reddened skin. It didn't quite burn to the touch but it was definitely warm. She would need some TLC and lotion when we were all done. In the meantime. "One more," I said smirking.

"Thank you," she nearly shouted, "Mistress. Twenty-five." I could hear the desperate need in her voice as she said the final number.

"Roll back over love," I commanded in a soft loving voice, puling the pillow from under her as she did so. I noted how tender her bottom obviously was by the way she gently allowed it to touch the sheet. As soon as she had rolled over, I began stroking her skin. I placed soft kisses on her neck and lips. "I'm so proud of you, love," I told her lovingly. "You took that spanking so well for your first time."

"Thank you, Mistress," she moaned.

"I think you deserve a reward, slave," I said as I lowered my fingers to her soaking wet pussy. "Tell me what your Mistress is responsible for," I said, knowing that my ending a sentence in a preposition would make her crazy and not really caring.

"M-my punishment and my p-p-pleasure, Mistress," she moaned as I filled her pussy with three fingers.

"Mmm," I whispered, "so wet. So ready for your Mistress." I pumped my fingers rapidly in and out feeling the tell-tale signs of her impending orgasm. Knowing it was near, I slowly pulled entirely out. "Oh," I teased, "was that too quick?"

"As you wish, M-mistress," she stuttered. I could feel the tension in her body as she attempted to control her breathing. I slowly slid down her body and began kissing her thighs, licking up her delicious juices. She was absolutely soaked, breathing heavily, clenching her teeth to keep from screaming. And I hadn't even touched her clit yet.

I ran my tongue from the bottom of her cunt in a long slow line up to her clit avoiding the sensitive nub, then repeated the action on the other side. I could hear inarticulate moans and grunts and knew it was time to reward my slave while showing her what it means to be mine. Gently I flicked the tip of my tongue against her clit. As I did, I took the three fingers which had been in her cunt and lowered them to touch against her sphincter. Her juices transferred easily onto her hole which tightened at my touch. I knew she was nervous about this. How could I not have known after all these years? "Do you want to make your Mistress happy?" I whispered as I continued brushing her clit with my tongue.

"Yes," she nearly screamed, "Please Mistress. Do whatever you want with your slave."

At her final word, I slid a finger into her ass. Oh god, I nearly came myself as I felt her tight smooth opening taking me in. I would do everything with her. Everything for her. I sucked her clit as hard as I could and felt her coming, her ass tightening on my finger, her pussy bucking against my soaking chin.

Long moments or seconds or minutes later, we lay cuddled on the bed. She had a look on her face of languid peacefulness that I knew well. I unbuckled the collar for her and kissed her over and over. "I'll be back in a second, love," I whispered. I returned with a washcloth and lotion and gently cleaned her up before asking her to roll over so I could lotion her reddened bottom.

Then I lay on my back and gathered her tired body in my arms. "I love you so much, Tara," I murmured into her hair over and over, feeling her arms wrapped around my middle as we both drifted into sleep.

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