Introduction/Prologue/Message from Lady`Sapphire

The following story is selectively autobiographical/biographical/really honestly true, and selectively made up out of whole-cloth. I leave it to you, dear reader, to decipher the truth from the fiction. (Names may or may not have been changed to protect... this writer from accusations of libel. ;)

 

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: Lady`Sapphire is a firm believer in Safe, Sane, and Consentual (or, previously delineated areas of 'non-consentual') play. For the sake of the flow of the story, all safeword discussions have been omitted. Please be smart and know who you're playing with and use a safeword.

 

 

To begin, a bit of background, in first-person style, then the actual story in normal third-person narrative form.

 

 

A few weeks ago, I headed back to my hometown to marry my sub. Now, we're pretty much just ourselves around people, so anyone who has half a clue (or, anyone “in the scene”) would probably be able to tell that we are a Domme/sub couple. For example, there was the time we went to a Walmart in a fairly small town where we knew no one and bought a paint stick, a hairbrush, a ruler, some deodorant, and something else I can't recall that was perfectly innocent. The check out girl beeped our items through, looked up, and without missing a beat said, “It looks like someone's getting a spanking.” My darling sub turned about 15 shades of red, and I had to hold in my laughter until we got out to the car. It took me a while to convince him that for her to have figured that out, she must do some spanking of her own (or get spanked, whichever). But I digress.

 

A few weeks ago, I headed back to my hometown to marry my sub. The poor boy had to stay here and work while I was helping my mother finalize plans and arrangements. I was there for nearly a month. That's a long time to be without one's sub, and gas prices being what they are, we couldn't get together at all during that time. Now, my hometown is tiny (as in, if you're driving through, don't blink or you'll miss it). So, what does a bored Domme do in a stifling small town in rural red state America? She jumps on the Internet and finds out there's a play party going on in a larger town an hour and a half or so away, new-comers and beginners welcome. The choice of whether or not to go floats in her brain for several days, and then she finds herself getting into the car one night, two weeks and a night before she marries her sub, and driving to the party.

 

Omitting details that would simply bore the reader (no, this Domme cannot find her way through a town she sort of knows with the help of a yahoo map, but that's why I left early), I arrived at the party. Now, this (Lady Sapphire Party-Crashes a Play Party in Another State) in itself may have made for a fairly amusing true-tale-with-embellishments, but what happened next, my friends... Well, at this point, I'll simply switch styles and begin the narrative portion of this bit of writing, and hope that you enjoy the “juicy bits” as much as I did.

 

Chapter the First:

Lady Sapphire walked into the party like she was walking onto a yacht, her hat strategically placed below one eye, her scarf was apri-- okay, okay, sorry, couldn't resist. Ahem.

 

Chapter the First, for real this time:

Lady Sapphire entered the party, silently repeating her litany of self-appointed rules for the evening. Look but don't touch, no alcohol or drugs, no real names. A simple and straight-forward list meant to keep her life simple and straight-forward. Ah, but life can bring such temptations...

 

Lady Sapphire looked around the party. The room was large, divided into sections, and for several moments Lady Sapphire allowed herself to get acclimated to the atmosphere and her surroundings. Fortunately, the people here were very nice, and introduced themselves with ease. Lady Sapphire introduced herself and explained that she was visiting family in the area and not a member of the local scene. The people welcomed her and she began to feel more and more comfortable in her environment. Adorable subs and slaves in collars and on leashes, plugged subs, wonderful snapping and cracking and thwacking sounds coming from various cubicle-esque ares of the large basement room of someone's private home.  Lady Sapphire began to gravitate toward the unmistakable sound of a belt being used on some female bottom. As Lady Sapphire stepped up to watch, she never imagined what she'd see.

 

A lithe blond Domme in black leather was beating a gorgeous little brunette with very short hair. That, in and of itself, wasn't shocking at all. But Lady Sapphire gasped out loud, making the blond look up. In her blue eyes there was an undeniable flash of recognition. The belt fell across the brunette's thighs with an oddly heavy sound, and the blond spoke, almost mechanically. “Dismissed, girl.” The brunette looked up in obvious confusion, but obeyed swiftly, standing up from where she was bent over a small table and going over to a corner to kneel quietly. Lady Sapphire and the blond stared at each other wordlessly, and a few people began to look back and forth between the two of them a bit nervously.

 

Lady Sapphire broke the silence first, careful not to say anything inappropriate. “I wasn't expecting to see you here.”

 

The blond shook her head, licked her lips, and tried to speak. “I didn't think I'd see you here either, S..”

 

“Sapphire,” Lady Sapphire quickly jumped in. “Lady Sapphire, here, you know.”

 

The blond nodded in quick understanding. “Mistress Michelle,” she said, and reached out a hand encased in black leather to shake hands. Lady Sapphire quickly determined that the “look but don't touch” rule had not included this possibility, so she shook hands with her old friend from high school (and middle school and grade school).

 

The two Dommes excused themselves and went to a private room. Lady Sapphire stared at Mistress Michelle in utter and complete bewilderment. “I always thought... that you'd be good at this sort of thing, but I never thought you'd realize it.”

 

Mistress Michelle laughed dryly. “It's not easy. I feel a lot of guilt over this, coming here... but freedom too. Release. I just can't seem to stop. I've prayed...”

 

“Does Scott know?” Scott was Mistress Michelle's husband, and every bit as straight laced as Mistress Michelle was supposed to be. Scott had gone to a Bible college and was a youth ministry music leader or something like that, if Lady Sapphire recalled correctly.

 

Mistress Michelle looked aghast. “Heavens, no! He can't ever know about this... What about Jim? Does he know?”

 

“Well, he doesn't really know I'm here tonight, because he wouldn't want to know. But he knows.. who and what I am. He's my sub.” Lady Sapphire replied. Mistress Michelle's face blanched a bit. She looked envious, but also morally superior. Lady Sapphire hadn't forgotten that self-righteous glint, the one that said, “I may be playing with fire, but I don't get burned, 'cause I've got God on my side. You, on the other hand...” The glint made Lady Sapphire decide to push things just a bit. “And who was that girl you were strapping so effectively?”

 

The glint disappeared entirely, and Mistress Michelle blushed deeply, the kind of blush that means that who we are and who we say we are are not the same person. “My sub,” she admitted, hugging her arms around herself.

 

Lady Sapphire very briefly weighed her next choice of words and decided she had to say them or regret it for the rest of her life. Dropping her usual diplomacy in favor of a bit of cattiness, she said, “So, I, the bisexual deviant have a male sub, and you” -- she did manage not to call her old friend 'church girl' -- “you have a female sub.”

 

Mistress Michelle looked up, fire in her familiar blue eyes. “Don't you be calling me a lesbian, Sapphire. I have a husband and a baby and I'm no dyke.”

 

Lady Sapphire looked at her long-time friend and contemplated her choices. There was a clear challenge present in those last words, and the shame that Michelle was clearly feeling... could lead to some very interesting possibilities. On the other hand, “Look but don't touch,” and watching Michelle with her cute little brunette could be a great deal of fun too. Then, Lady Sapphire hit upon exactly how she wanted to spend her evening. By combining the two ideas, of course...

 

Chapter the Next:

Lady Sapphire drew herself up to her full height, which was a few inches shorter than Michelle's 5'8”. She spoke slowly, quietly, and firmly, as though addressing a sullen child. “Michelle, that sort of name-calling is highly inappropriate, particularly in a setting like this. And I take offense to it personally, when you use it derisively like that.”

 

“You started it, you --” Michelle stopped abruptly, realizing that her iron control had cracked. She set about to rebuild it, to put this unexpected meeting on her terms. “You're right, I'm sorry. I think I need to go home--”

 

“Oh, Shelly,” Lady Sapphire said, intentionally reducing her old friend's assumed name to a nickname, so as to subtly condescend to her. “Don't let me being here ruin your evening. I'm sure that cute little girl of yours would be disappointed if you didn't at least finish her whipping. And are you going to allow her to cum tonight? I'm sure she'd love to play with her cunt for you.”

 

Shelly twitched at this frank and graphic talk. Her facades were all crumbling, her Mistress face was cracking, her Pillar of the Community face was cracking, and she felt lost, confused, and half-panicked. She tried to take a breath to put herself back together, at least some facet of herself, but Lady Sapphire pressed on, not giving her a chance to reassemble her sense of self. “Really, Shelly, I'm curious. Do you play with your cunt while your little slut plays with hers? Does it make you all hot and wet? Do you think of that girl while you're fucking Scott?”

 

There was an audible gasp, and Lady Sapphire realized that at least one person was eavesdropping on their conversation. Lady Sapphire drew herself closer to her old friend and whispered the last part into her ear: “Was that slut what you were thinking of when David was conceived?”

 

“How dare you!” Michelle flared and slapped her old friend across the face. “How dare you?”

 

Lady Sapphire drew herself a step closer to Michelle instead of backing away, and spoke very softly. “But it's true, isn't it, Shelly?” Lady Sapphire took hold of Shelly's wrist when she tried to slap her again, this time with a great deal less passion. “Isn't it, Shelly?”

 

Shelly couldn't lie, and just nodded. Her eyes were angry, scared, betrayed, and ashamed. Lady Sapphire noted the anger and sent a quick and silent prayer up to God that she knew what she was doing. She was really not in the mood for what was good for the goose being good for the gander.

 

Chapter the Third:

Lady Sapphire took her old friend into her arms and embraced her, at which point Shelly began to cry. “It's okay, Shell, it's okay, I'm right here. I'm not here to expose you or hurt your life with Scott and David or anything of the kind. But you have to be honest with yourself. You have to be honest about who and what you are.”

 

Michelle nodded, tears streaming down her face, and clung to her old friend. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to slap you, I'm sorry, I--”

 

Lady Sapphire traced the edge of Michelle's cheek softly. “Shh, shh, it's okay, Shelly. You're feeling guilty and ashamed about lots of things, and I know a way to help you with those feelings. Shelly, do you understand me?”

 

Shelly looked into Lady Sapphire's eyes, and recognized the warmth and love in the familiar hazel orbs. “You.. you mean you want to...” her voice faded away as her Mistress self would not allow her to finish the sentence.

 

“Spank you, darling. To help you. It will help you release all those awful feelings, and then you can think clearly about who you are and what you are and what you need to do with those things.”

 

Shelly shivered and nodded. “Ok,” she whispered.

 

“Ok. Take off your clothes and wait right here, I'll be right back,” Lady Sapphire instructed. She hurried out of the private area where they were, and caught Michelle's sub skulking nearby. She grasped the eavesdropping slut by the elbow and marched her along with her while she went to foyer where she had entered. Lady Sapphire picked up her “Bag o' Tricks” from the floor there (look, but don't touch. One's paddle and crop do the touching, so it doesn't count against the rule). She marched the eavesdropping little wench back with her to the private room and stepped inside, closing the door firmly.

 

Shelly stood there, nude, and gasped when her sub was led into the room. “Sapphire! How could you? That's my--”

 

“Lady Sapphire, my dear, show the proper respect please. And this little bitch is an eavesdropper and was listening in on our conversation. Now, she will kneel in the corner with her back to us while I help you to feel better. Then, we can punish your little bitch together.”

 

Something in Lady Sapphire's tone told both Michelle and her slut that she was not to be trifled with. The slut knelt quickly in a corner without uttering a word in her own defense. She knew she had humiliated her Mistress and that her tush (and tits and cunt) would pay the price. She bowed her head and tried not to listen to what was happening with her Goddess.

 

(Punishment should fit the crime, so Lady Sapphire is of the opinion that eavesdrops should get an earful of something they don't want to here.)

 

Very quickly, Lady Sapphire was sitting on a straight-backed chair with Shelly over her lap. Shelly was completely nude and Lady Sapphire let her eyes travel along the delicious curves of her naked body. In high school, Shelly had always been too skinny for Lady Sapphire's tastes, she like girls with some meat on their bones. But pregnancy had curved Shelly out nicely, and she was no longer a toothpick. Lady Sapphire took her time getting Shelly arranged on her lap, then slowly pressed her right thigh up to elevate Shelly's smooth, white bottom.

 

“I'm going to spank you with my hand to begin with, Shelly. Are you ready?” As Shelly nodded her reluctant assent, Lady Sapphire slipped on her leather gloves (normally, a breach of the look but don't touch rule, but this being an old friend, it didn't really break the rule) and brought her hand down sharply and steadily on her high school best friend's pale backside. Bright pink handprints soon lit up the white globes, then turning darker and more red as Lady Sapphire rained down the spanks. She started light and easy and steadily got firmer and sharper in her swats. Shelly tried to be stoic, but by the time 50 or 60 firm swats had landed, she began to squirm. The slut in the corner began to cry, hearing the firm spanking her Mistress was receiving.

 

“Let go, Shelly. Let go of it all. Let the shame come out. Let the fear come out. Let it all out, little Shelly, it's okay. Let it go. I've got you, my old friend...” Lady Sapphire crooned gently, and Michelle wept. Lady Sapphire stopped spanking, and rubbed her friend's bottom and held her for a long time.

 

Then Lady Sapphire took her thick oak hairbrush from her bag. “Now, my dear, since you're already over my lap, you do need to be punished for slapping me and for that dyke comment earlier. You were very naughty, disrespectful, and you deserved to be punished.” Without waiting for a response, Lady Sapphire cracked the thick brush down on the sensitized bottom flesh. Crack! Smack! Thwack! The brush danced on the blond Michelle's rear, and she began to howl with pain.

 

“Ow! Oww! Owwww! Ok, ok, ok, Sapphire, stop, stop, I'm sorry, I'll be good, honest.”

 

“Oh, that doesn't show any contrition, Shelly. It's Lady Sapphire or Ma'am.” And the brush continued its measured assault on the tender never-spanked-in-their-adult-life buns.

 

“Owwww! Ouch! Laaaady Sapphire I'm sorrryyyy and I'll beee goood!” Shelly howled as the brush began to pepper her sitspots and upper thighs.

 

“I didn't quite here that, my dear,” Lady Sapphire cooed, wanting everyone to know that she was spanking their 'Mistress Michelle.' The power she felt, spanking a strong, powerful Domme in that Domme's own home turf was exquisite.

 

“Owwww! I I I I saidddd Owwwwww! I said I I I'm sor sor sorry Ladyyy Sapphireee Ma'aaam. I'll b b bee good!” howled Shelly, even louder. Lady Sapphire was satisified that that had been heard and set down the brush. She began to rub Shelly's red, sore bottom.

 

“Ohh, what's this I see? Shelly, are you wet from your spanking?”

 

“Nn.. I don't know,” Shelly whimpered.

 

“Find out,” Lady Sapphire commanded. She saw the slut in the corner squirm with embarrassment at her Mistress's humiliation. Slowly, Shelly moved her hand down to her pussy and slipped her fingers inside. She brought them out and showed them to Lady Sapphire. “I asked you if they're wet, I want an answer, not fingers waved in my face, girl.” Lady Sapphire responded coldly.

 

“Y.. yes Ma'am. I'm wet, Ma'am,” Shelly whispered, very humiliated. Judging by the goo on her fingers, very turned on, as well.

 

“Lick them clean,” Lady Sapphire ordered. Without a word, Shelly licked her fingers clean. “You like the taste of pussy, girl?”

 

“Y.. yes, Ma'am, I like the taste of pussy,” Shelly whispered.

 

“Now, I'm going to spank you and while I do, you finger yourself, play with your clit, finger-fuck yourself. Do NOT cum without my permission, or you will be very sorry. Is that clear, girl?”

 

“Y.. Yes, Ma'am,” the blond managed to choke out. Her hand slipped back to her mound and her fingers entered into her groove.

 

Lady Sapphire began to rain down the  hand spanks again, quickly, sharply, while speaking. “So, you're not a dyke, hmm? You have a female slut, and you're playing with yourself over the lap of another woman who just spanked you red. But you're not a lesbian. You think of girls instead of boys while you fuck, but you're just as straight as they come. Hmm?”

 

Shelly whimpered and cried softly, pumping her fingers in and out of her cunt. “Please, please, Ma'am, please.”

 

“Please, what? Spank you harder? Fuck you with a strap on? Order your little cunt girl over here so you can eat her out? Hmm? I think I really like that last one. Slut! Come here!” Lady Sapphire's voice rang out.

 

The slut emerged from the corner, face wet with tears. Her Goddess was being humiliated and punished, and that tore the slut's heart. She stood where she was ordered to stand, naked, her crotch even with her Mistress's head. She was ordered to spread her legs and let her Mistress lick her to orgasm, while Lady Sapphire continued to spank her red, sore ass, and she herself continued to masturbate. With a little repositioning, everything was in order, the slut's pelvis thrust forward for her Mistress's tongue, Shelly over Lady's Sapphire's lap, one hand at her crotch, the other balancing her on the floor, her head perpendicular to the floor so she could lick her whore.

 

The feeling that Lady Sapphire had then, making a strong Domme submit to eating out her own bitch while playing with herself and being spanked, was like nothing she'd ever known. She felt strong and powerful and sexy and... well, it was definitely some of the best Domme Space she'd ever known.

 

The slut began to whimper, to cry out, to beg for release. Lady Sapphire nodded, and the wench came, moaning and shuddering wantonly, as sluts so often do. Very soon after that, Shelly began to whimper too. “Please, please, Lady Sapphire Ma'am, please let me cum. Please, let me cum,” she pleaded.

 

“Be specific now, girl. How do you want to cum?”

 

“Ohhh, please, Lady Sapphire, please, please let me cum for you, let me finger-fuck myself to orgasm, let me explode for you, please, Ma'am, I beg you, ohhh God, please Ma'am, please.”

 

Lady Sapphire smiled an evil smile and picked up the hairbrush once more. She brought the brush down on the blond beauty's thighs rapidly. “You may cum, my dear.”  And then Shelly was bucking and howling and gasping and moaning and shuddering and shaking and quivering and quaking in pain and orgasm. She howled loudly, then stiffened, the rode wave after wave of intense orgasm.

 

Lady Sapphire was as horny as she had ever been. She ordered both girls out of the room and to go clean themselves up and become presentable. As soon as they were out of the room, Lady Sapphire was looking into the mirror on the back of the door and touching the heck out of her clit that she saw reflected there.

 

~ ~ ~

 

I could continue with what happened to the slut, and other things, if people want to hear that. That part was a lot of fun too. I'm just too tired tonight to continue right now, so if you want to hear more, let me know.

I'm a bit hesitant to post this follow-up, because it's not typical, but....

 

Recap: In the first part, I told you how I met up with an old friend from high school unexpectedly at a “play party” and proceeded to dominate her. Now, I'll tell you what happened with her naughty little eavesdropping slut.

 

Part Two, Chapter 4:

 

Lady Sapphire gasped and panted, riding high on the fun the evening had provided up to this point. After bringing herself to a splendid orgasm, She began to plot how to punish Shelly's obnoxious, eavesdropping little bitch. Already the wretch had been forced to listen as her Mistress was beaten, punished, and humiliated. But now was time to put that uppity girl into her place. As Lady Sapphire was cementing her plans in her mind, there was a quiet knock. Lady Sapphire opened the door, and Shelly and her slut quietly re-entered the little room, both of them hanging their heads.

 

Lady Sapphire gently took Shelly's hand and tipped her chin up. “My dear, we have an important problem to fix. Your girl has behaved in a way that is most unflattering to you and your ability to keep her in line tonight. She must be corrected.”

 

The slut cowered against the wall as her Mistress listened to Lady Sapphire. The words seemed to give her permission to allow herself to become dominant once more, and her posture changed, beginning to radiate confidence and power once more. “Yes. My slut does require correction...” she agreed. “Claudia, present.”

 

The tiny, dark-haired, pixie-like slut crept toward her Mistress from the wall. She went down on her knees, spreading her legs wide, and leaned herself back so that her slut cunt was available for use. The girl was rather flexible and her shoulders were parallel to the ground. She began to rotate her shoulders so that her titties moved. Her hands were pressed against her flat tummy.

 

“This is her present pose. It's a good position to punish her in. Beat her titties, spank her pussy, whatever...”

 

Lady Sapphire looked at the girl in her slutty “present” pose. There were a number of possibilities there, indeed. Suppressing an urge to pinch and twist the girl's thick, dark nipples, Lady Sapphire turned to her old friend. “I was thinking, Mistress Michelle, that her punishment should be a little more... public.”

 

Mistress Michelle was a bit hesitant to do anything “public” with Lady Sapphire. She knew that all her friends had heard the visiting Domme dominate her, and she was afraid that Lady Sapphire would do so again in front of her friends, damaging her reputation in the community. However, she was also afraid to disobey her old friend. She didn't know why, but Lady Sapphire had an affect on her unlike any she'd ever known. So, reluctantly, Mistress Michelle ordered her slut to go to the “punishment suite”.

 

Generally speaking, there was a wait to use the punishment suite, as all the Dom/mes at the party wanted to subject their sluts and slaves to it. This time, however, there was a definite curiosity about this new Domme who had “broken” the steely Mistress Michelle. Therefore, the Master who was caning his girl quickly finished the task and skipped the hot wax treatment altogether. A fairly sizable group crowded into the suite.

 

“Mistress Michelle's bitch has behaved in an appalling fashion. She has humiliated her Mistress and is deserving of true punishment,” Lady Sapphire said loudly. The girl quivered, perhaps embarrassed that someone other than her Mistress was pointing out her misbehavior. Lady Sapphire ordered the slut to “present” and the girl did so immediately, though she had never been exposed in such a way in front of people before. The surrounding crowd whispered to one another. Mistress Michelle never let anyone else deal with her bitch. Strange, strange things were afoot, indeed.

 

Lady Sapphire did not pay attention to the whispers of the crowd. She did note that Mistress Michelle was waiting to follow her lead. Smiling, Lady Sapphire began the bitch's punishment. “Mistress Michelle, beat your slut's titties.” Someone in the crowd handed up a riding crop, and Mistress Michelle began the assault on her girl's brazenly exposed tits. The crop sliced down on the slut's breasts and bit into her aereola and thick, dark nipples. The slut moaned and writhed, crying out for mercy. Mistress Michelle beat her furiously, however, her embarrassment at her slut's presence at her own humiliation still fresh.

 

Lady Sapphire reached out and touched Mistress Michelle's arm. The blond woman stopped beating her slut immediately, and looked at Lady Sapphire for direction. “Time to punish that naughty cunt's naughty cunt,” Lady Sapphire instructed.

 

Mistress Michelle nodded and ordered her slut to spread her cunt lips. The slut did so at once, tears streaming down her face. Mistress Michelle used three alligator clamps on the bitch's surprisingly large clit. She then looked at Lady Sapphire, who nodded. Mistress Michelle began to spank her slut's exposed pussy with her hand. The slut wriggled, although it was clearly more from humiliation than from pain. Lady Sapphire found herself growing annoyed with the decidedly wimpy way Mistress Michelle spanked her girl's twat. “Use the crop, Shelly,” she growled. Mistress Michelle's eyes grew big and the crowd gasped a bit. Mistress Michelle took the crop in hand again and began to use it on the slut's cunt. Now the slut was crying out in pain, especially when the tip of the crop hit the clamps on her clit. She begged and pleaded for her Mistress to stop, but Mistress Michelle continued until Lady Sapphire told her to stop.

 

“Take those clamps off the bitch's clit,” Lady Sapphire ordered. Mistress Michelle obeyed without question, and the blood flowed back into the wicked girl's clit. She bucked and howled, twisting back and forth. She had never, never been so humiliated, and the worst of it was, her Mistress was doing this all at the orders of another woman! Her strong, capable, tough Mistress was like another slut with this stranger who had turned up out of no where. This strange woman had made the slut's Mistress eat her own slut out, like she was just another pussy-licking whore. She had spanked Mistress and she had made Mistress beg to cum. And now, she was directing Mistress how to punish Mistress's own slut. How was this all happening? And why was this slut so lowly that the stranger Queen would not even beat her herself? And then the girl realized, deep down inside, she wanted to be worthy of being punished directly by this strange Queen, this unknown Goddess who could turn even her strong, unbendable Mistress into a quivering, slavering slut.

 

Ah, but Lady Sapphire would not break her self-imposed “Look but don't touch” rule. After all, she was in a monogamous relationship with her male sub, whom she was going to marry in just a bit over 2 weeks. And she knew herself well enough to know that if she began beating her old friend's sexy little slut, things could get out of hand too quickly and too easily. And even a cold and cruel Domme can be in love with her fantastically obedient sub and choose to remain monogamous with him. But, of course, Michelle's slut did not know anything of Lady Sapphire's background, and just felt that she was being shown how worthless she really was by not being beaten directly by the Queen who was directing her punishment.

 

Lady Sapphire gazed down upon the beaten slut who had dishonored her Mistress by eavesdropping where she had no right. Her own boy would never do such a thing. He was very nearly always obedient, in private and public, and would never shame his Ma'am in such a way. Lady Sapphire was filled with disgust for the pathetic slut who was still in her “present” pose. “Give her to some obedient slutboy to fuck,” she ordered dismissively. Mistress Michelle looked aghast, and her slut looked up with large eyes, stammering her safeword over and over.

 

Lady Sapphire walked away, feeling suddenly very alone and far from home. Her boy would never have dishonored her like that slut had done to her Mistress. Lady Sapphire missed her sub and his obedience, the way he always asked permission for things, the way he followed her rules to the letter, the way he read her moods and always knew just how to honor and adore her in just the right way without her having to say a word to him. She felt sorry for Michelle, who had to separate her D/s desires from her everyday life. Lady Sapphire's boy Jim was part of her whole life, from the sitting around and watching tv in the evening part to the dressed up in leather and brandishing a paddle part, and all the myriad of things in between. The quiet, simple service at home, the way he needed her, their jokes and pet names just like any vanilla couple... it was, all around, a very happy and satisfying way to live.

 

Lady Sapphire decided that she wanted to leave the party and go call her Jim. She spoke briefly with Michelle, and left. Later, she learned from Michelle that by leaving as she had, she had cemented her “bizarre mystique” with the rest of the guests at the party. She had also given Michelle much to think about, and they e-mailed frequently after their unexpected encounter at the party. Michelle, and surprisingly, her slut as well, attended Lady Sapphire's wedding a couple weeks later. As to what any future encounters would entail, well... Lady Sapphire has many gifts, but foretelling the future is not one of them.

 

Thus ends a tale of truth mixed with fiction. And now you know Lady Sapphire much better than you did before. I know the ending isn't what you were probably hoping for, but sometimes reality can not be drained away in search of a better ending. I should probably try sticking to pure fiction. lol.