Chapter 6, Part 1 left off with me on the bed, on hands and knees, sort of blindly following instructions from my suddenly dominant kinky online BDSM bestie, Mia. Check that. Mistress Mia. I meant to call her Mistress Mia.
“Did you get it, pet?” Mia’s words…er….MISTRESS Mia’s words brought me back from my daze to more of a waking dream like awareness…
“Yes, yes Ma’am. I have the Maker’s. (In Kentucky, we just call it by it’s first name, like a good friend. I love Kentucky!) I looked down and realized I was, in fact, now holding the wax sealed bottle of bourbon. I did not remember getting down, retrieving it from my luggage or getting back on the bed. But I must have done so, because there I was.
“Good pet. And you’re naked now, pet?”
FUCK! Now where was she going to make me put the toothbrush!! Oh, wait a second, turns out I AM naked. When the fuck did I get naked??
“Yes Ma’am, I’m naked.”
“Good Girl.” I love being told I’m a good girl. Makes me so happy and proud. Pretty sure I purr at a super low frequency that can only be heard by dogs. “Use your leather straps and frogtie yourself.” I hastily did so. “Pet?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“When I tell you to frogtie yourself, you need to reply so I know you understand.”
“Yes, I’m sorry Ma’am.”
“Good girl. And also, because that shows respect for me and acknowledgement that I own you.” Massive butterflies were building a condo in my stomach. “Tina, you understand that I own you right now, don’t you?”
“I. I don’t know Ma’am. What, what does that mean? Like, is that literal, Ma’am? And don’t I….”
“Stop slut. Pay attention. I want you frogtied now. I want you to respond. Now, respond, pet.”
“Yes Ma’am. I’m frogtied Ma’am.”
“That’s good.” AHhhhh….Mistress didn’t say I was good girl. Dang it (with a twang). “Put the ball gag in your mouth and strap it in place tightly. I don’t want you disturbing anyone.” A thousand volts of electricity raced through my arms.
“Yes Ma’am. I am gagged, Ma’am.”
“That’s good. Now put the bottle on the bed in front of you. Hold it steady with your hands between your thighs. And fuck the bottle. Slide up and down that smooth shaft. Go ahead slut. That bottle is your boyfriend. Serve it, slut.”
I’d used toys plenty of times before. This wasn’t a toy. But that wasn’t the biggest difference. The biggest difference was that I wasn’t choosing this. My body was responding. Oh, I was tingling and sopping wet. My legs, arms and belly were fully coated with goosebumps. Be it subconscious or purely physiological, I was enthralled like a dog in heat….
“Go on, pet. Feel that bumpy wax covered top spread your lips. Feel your juices flow down from your parted pussy down the bottle and run over your hands. Lower down more onto the smooth sides of the glass shaft. Slowly, bitch. Now hold there.”
My thighs were burning as I supported myself, hovering on top of the bottle of Maker’s Mark.
“Lift back up off the bottle now. All the way off. Press your clit down on the waxed cap. Build up that pressure until it hurts. I want you to know the bottle is in charge of you. Press it hard. Good bitch. Now slide down again.”
Thank God I was gagged. I was moaning. Pleasure was exploding throughout my body. My mind was a giant foggy cloud with nothing but Mistress Mia’s words in focus.
“Slide down gently now. And further. Keep sliding down to the fat part of the bottle, pet. It’s a wide base, isn’t it now, love. But it’s not too much. Keep sliding down.” I was halfway down. The bottle truly tapered out into a very wide base. I was feeling spread apart and stretched. Mistress Mia stopped me just where I thought I’d be forced to stop from the girth of the bottle. “Now up and down, slut. Ride that bottle. It’s in control. Up and down. I want you to serve that bottle. I want you to please it. Do not stop riding it until you know it’s been satisfied.”
Sweat poured down my back. I was working so hard staying stable on the soft mattress as I raised and lowered myself over and over on the bourbon bottle. It was so much work to stay on the bottle, never lifting all the way off and never sliding down to its widest part. I was so far beyond wanting or not wanting what was happening. I was without any other purpose. My existence only mattered so that I could fuck that bottle.
“Now slowly, my cunt, slowly, slowly, slowly….lower down more.” I groaned. “More, pet. Feel it stretch you apart. AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! Tears were welling up in my eyes. “Keep. Lowering. I want that bottle all the way inside of your pussy you slut.” GOOOAAWWWWDDDDDDD!!!!!!! “All the fucking way! And now buck on that bottle. Make it roll around inside. Grind it around up in your cunt.”
OH God. Oh God!!!
“And now, little slut, go ahead and cum as hard as you can.”
It was a nuclear climax. I’m sure anyone in the hallway heard me through my gag. I was completely destroyed. I fell to my slide and the soaking bottle slid out of me. My hands were grabbing at sheets and pillows, wildly clenching anything. My mind was flooded with colors and thoughts and images all racing in and out of my mental field of vision. Nothing made sense, but scattered and random input flashing into my head as I shook and quivered as a heap on the bed unable to process the physical sensations that had overcome me in every way I could be overcome. I curled up tighter. As tightly as I could, embracing myself as firmly as I could.
Slowly, incrementally, I started becoming aware of the room once again. I reached down behind me and found the toothbrush right where I’d left it. I pulled it out carefully, and it hurt. But everything was starting to hurt. The pain was somehow satisfying….
“Tina? Can you answer? You there Sexy Pants?” Mia was apparently back.
“Uh Huh,” I responded.
“You good Tina?
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“LOL. I’m so glad.” I was basking in the afterglow. “So, guess what? You’re a sub!”
I smiled and purred with pleasure. “Does that make me yours, Mia?”
“Nope. You got dominated by Mistress Mia. I’m only Mistress Mia some of the time. At least for now. But right this minute, it’s just Mia. Also, Mistress Sandy wants me to tell you something. She says, ‘I’m proud of you, Little One.’”