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  I relaxed and just tried to make her feel good. I massaged her face and her scalp, then reached behind her head with my fingers and massaged the back of her head and her neck. I spent ten or fifteen minutes at it before I thought perhaps that was enough.

  "More?" I asked her.

  "Mmm," she said. "No, that was nice." She opened her eyes slowly and looked at me. "Thank you."

  "You're welcome," I told her. I continued to sit, looking down at her. She closed her eyes.

  "Please turn off the last few lights and climb into bed."

  "Yes, Alexandra."

  I climbed off the bed, turned off the hallway light, then returned to her. I adjusted the covers on her side before climbing underneath them on my side.

  "Will it freak you out to cuddle?" she asked me.

  "No."

  "Roll over then," she said. As soon as I had, Alexandra pulled me into her arms, spooning up against me. She was warm and soft. It felt good to be held.

  She kissed the back of my neck before fully snuggling in. Shivers ran down my back.

  We lied together like that for a few minutes before she said quietly, "Melissa?"

  "Yes?"

  "Have you been lying to me?"

  "No."

  "Are you going to revert to your old behavior?"

  "No."

  "Do you still hate me?"

  "No."

  As if we weren't snuggled close enough, she managed to snuggle even closer. "Then I won't be hurting you. I also won't do anything to you that you don't ask me to do. Your penance for your past behavior will be to continue to serve me the way you have. That's all."

  "Do you forgive me?"

  "I'm working on it."

  I thought about it. "Did you just tell me you aren't going to expect sex?"

  "Yes. I've never kissed anyone who didn't want to be kissed. I'm not starting with you."

  I thought some more. "You don't want me?"

  "Don't be stupid," Alex said into my back. "But I have no intention of falling for the straight girl, even if she is smoking hot, and even if I almost can't stand how it feels when she kneels to me."

  * * *

  By morning, we had rotated the other way, and I was holding her. I'm not sure which of us woke first. I checked the time and saw we had a few minutes. I pulled away from her a little, and she sighed. She was awake. I began scratching her back lightly.

  "Alexandra," I said.

  "Mmm?"

  "You're beautiful, you have a great body, you're amazingly sexy, and you're kind. Why don't you have a girlfriend?"

  "Buzz kill."

  "Sorry."

  "You could guess and probably be right." She paused. "I'm picky. I like strong, attractive, intelligent women. Who enjoy when I dominate them."

  "Oh. That's a rare combination?"

  "It appears to be, for me at least. I can find women who enjoy what I like to do. And I can find women whose company I enjoy. For brief flings, I pick up the first type. For almost as brief of flings, I gravitate towards the second."

  She let me scratch her back for another minute before she told me to go shower and wake her back up when the bathroom was free.

  * * *

  The rest of the week went much like the first few days. I came home from work, knelt in front of her, and received the evening's plans. With the plans she started telling me how she wanted me to dress. Thursday night she had me strip down to bra and undies. Friday night she wanted me naked.

  "Please don't make me cook naked," I asked her while kneeling.

  "Kiss my feet and I will consider your request," she said. I detected a ghost of a smile.

  I bent down and immediately began kissing her feet. She was still in her nylons, so I was kissing her through the gauzy material. She giggled. "You may wear whatever you want while cooking, but I want you naked once everything has been served."

  "Thank you, Alexandra," I told her, giving each foot a final kiss before straightening up. After dinner she made me give her a bubble bath and read to her.

  "Oh my god!" I said. "This is lesbian erotica!"

  She giggled. "Are you enjoying it?"

  I looked at her. "Yes."

  "Keep reading then," she said, closing her eyes again, bubbles up to her chin.

  After a while I looked up and noticed she was moving. I stopped reading.

  "What are you doing?"

  She opened her eyes and looked at me. "The same thing I do every morning while you are in the shower. It's the only thing that has kept your lesbian virginity intact. It's a good thing you take long showers."

  I immediately started to blush.

  "Keep reading, Slave."

  "Yes, Alexandra," I said, lowering my eyes to the book.

  She was quiet and actually somewhat subtle, but several minutes later she gasped several times then let out a long, slow sigh, and the room became more still. I finished reading the story and then looked at her. When she opened her eyes, I said, "We just totally had phone sex."

  She laughed. "Well, I did, anyway." She narrowed her eyes at me. "I'm not sure you did, but we could remedy that."

  I'm not sure I had finished blushing.

  She licked her lips. "In case you were wondering, you were pretty good."

  "Alex!"

  "Your tongue would have felt better."

  "Alex!"

  "Stick your tongue out."

  "What? No."

  She narrowed her eyes. "Slave, stick your tongue out or face punishment."

  I looked at her. "Are you serious?"

  "Yes."

  "What would you do to punish me?"

  "Stick your tongue out or you can find out."

  Slowly I stuck my tongue out at her.

  "Can you curl it?" she demonstrated with her own tongue for a second. I copied her. "Nice," she said. "You can put it back now."

  "That was totally wrong," I told her in my most offended voice.

  She laughed. "Worse than masturbating in front of you while you read erotica to me?"

  "I can't believe you did that, either. Have you no shame?"

  "What is there to be ashamed of?"

  "What? Everything."

  "Oh. Okay. Tell me exactly what is wrong with what I did."

  "It's indecent."

  "Says who?"

  "Everybody!"

  Alex smiled at me. "Why is it indecent?"

  "You're still trying to tease me."

  "No, I'm honestly curious. Why is it indecent?"

  "Because-" I thought about it.

  She leaned her chin on the edge of the tub, watching me. I couldn't offer her an answer.

  "Is it indecent because pleasure is indecent?"

  "Of course not."

  "Maybe because sex is indecent?"

  "Yes. Exactly. Sex is indecent."

  She leaned back in the tub and sighed. "You do know where babies come from, right?"

  I sputtered at her.

  "I tell you what, Melissa," she said. "If you can articulate clearly what is indecent about what we just did together, I won't make you do it."

  "What? You wouldn't."

  "I most certainly would," she said. "And I would enjoy watching."

  "Oh god."

  She smiled. "Or, if you can honestly tell me you aren't wet right now, I'll change the subject."

  I squirmed while she looked at me.

  "Was it the erotica that made you wet?" she asked. "Or was it because we're both naked and only a couple of feet apart? Maybe it's because you love being my sex slave, and you're wet all the time. Or maybe it was the excitement of watching me come off in front of you."

  I was dying of embarrassment, and everything she said made me even more embarrassed.

  "I'm not wet," I said sullenly.

  "You're not? Reach down and check."

  "No!"

  "I'll close my eyes," she said, closing her eyes. "There, now you can check and I won't be watching."

  "I don't have to check," I told he
r quietly. "Please stop teasing me."

  She opened her eyes and looked at me for a while. "All right, Melissa," she said. "I'll stop teasing you. For now. If you answer one question honestly."

  "All right," I said.

  "How wet are you?"

  I raised my eyes and looked at her. "Very. Okay?"

  She grinned.

  "You don't have to look so pleased," I complained.

  She looked around the bathroom. "You know, the room that used to be my office is on the other side of this wall." She patted the wall next to her. "The room is now smaller now. I expanded the bathroom to make more room for this tub."

  I looked at the tub. "It's a big tub," I told her.

  "Uh huh," she said. "Room for two."

  I looked at her. "Did you just order me to join you?"

  She smiled. "No. Offered."

  "Maybe another time," I said.

  She laughed then settled into the water further and closed her eyes. "Read another story," she said. "Pick a good one."

  "Are you going to, you know?"

  "Listen?"

  "Alex!"

  "What?" She paused. "Stop yelling at me or I'll start teasing again."

  "Are you going to masturbate while I read another story?"

  She opened her eyes again and looked at me. "There's a hot, naked woman reading erotica to me. What do you think?" She closed her eyes again. "The one by Sarah Gibbons is really good. I think you'll like it."

  "Are you just pushing my buttons?"

  "Oh, I do hope so."

  "Incorrigible."

  She snickered. I found the story and started reading. The story was written from the perspective of a woman who had agreed to be a sex slave for her domme and talked about the things the domme had done to her. She described in detail the acts and how they made her feel. I wasn't sure, but I think Alex came twice more before the story was over.

  I finished the story and the room was quiet. Alex opened her eyes and looked at me. "Thank you," she said quietly. "Did you like the story?"

  I refused to answer. She laughed.

  "I think I'm turning into a prune in here," she said. "But it's better than being a prude. Help me up."

  I stood up, then reached out and gave her a hand to her feet. I gave her a towel for her hair and wrapped another around her, then set one more on the floor for her to step on. I held her hand while she stepped out.

  "Thank you. We can draw fresh water if you wanted a bath. I could read to you."

  "No thank you," I told her.

  "I could order you to take a bath," she said, grinning.

  "Alexandra."

  "Yes, Melissa my slave?"

  "Would you like a back rub?"

  She laughed. "I was thinking about a movie. Would you go pick something?"

  Hiking Trip

  (Alex)I made her put on pajamas for the movie. It had been fun making her parade around the house naked, and teasing her in the bathroom had been a lot of fun, but I wouldn't have been able to keep my hands off of her if I'd kept her naked any longer.

  I almost tricked her into picking one of the three lesbian porn movies I have but decided I'd teased her enough for one night. Instead she picked "Bringing Up Baby," an old Cary Grant and Katherine Hepburn movie. It's a great movie in which Katherine Hepburn runs circles around Cary Grant. Melissa made popcorn for us then I made her cuddle with me on the sofa. She didn't even complain about it.

  We slept in Saturday morning but were both awake before eight. I'd made her take the pajamas off before bed, and we were both naked under the covers. She was becoming desensitized to being naked around me. I, however, was not, and I felt like I was torturing myself.

  She just felt so good, and if she hadn't been straight, she'd have been my dream girl: smart, articulate, and so amazingly hot when she kneeled to me. The things I wanted to do to her body.

  We were on separate sides of the bed when we woke up, but I rolled over, caressed her arm, and she backed up into me. I drank in the her scent while we cuddled together.

  "What are we doing today?" she asked.

  "Are you willing to be seen in public with me?" I asked her.

  "It depends upon how you treat me," she replied. "Are you going to embarrass me by calling me Slave?"

  "Will it embarrass you if I treat you like a girlfriend?"

  "No," she replied.

  "I'd like to go for a drive. Do you like to hike?"

  "Yes, actually, I do. Where did you have in mind?"

  "Lake Superior."

  She rolled over and looked at me. "The hiking trail?"

  "Yes."

  "It would be noon by the time we stopped by my place to get my gear and then drove all the way there."

  "Are you a slow hiker?"

  "No." She smiled. "But I like to stop and take photos."

  "So you're up for it?"

  "It's a great idea."

  I almost kissed her, but then managed to catch myself. "Go hop in the shower. Be quick."

  We both got out of bed. While she was showing, I tossed on a robe and went into the basement. I grabbed my day trip gear as well as my guide book and maps of the trails. I set everything on the dinette table. I heard the shower end and Melissa stepped out of the bathroom.

  "All yours."

  * * *

  I could tell by her gear she knew what she was doing. "I'm surprised," I told her in the car as we left the cities. "I wouldn't have pegged you for the outdoorsy type."

  "I love it up there," she said. "Where are we going?"

  We were in my car. I gestured to the back seat. "My guide book and maps are in the backpack. Grab them, would you? We basically have two choices."

  She turned around and grabbed the backpack, pulling it up front with us, then dug through it to find the guide book and maps. She piled everything into her lap, shoving the backpack down on the floor between her feet.

  "We either can do a loop or pick an easier trail and hike it in both directions, or we can do something more challenging but we'll have to hitchhike back to the car afterwards."

  From the corner of my eye, I caught her glance over at me. "I don't know how I feel about that," she said.

  "I was thinking we could start at Gooseberry Falls and hike to Split Rock Lighthouse. Two women can probably get a ride with someone not too sleazy back to Gooseberry. If push comes to shove, we walk an extra five miles back."

  She dug through the guide book and looked at the maps for a while. "It does look like a fabulous hike," she admitted. "Let's do the hike and then decide." She paused. "Will you make me get into a car against my better judgment?"

  "No. We both agree it's safe or we thank them kindly and hitch with someone else. Or walk."

  We rode in silence for a while, heading north on I-35 towards Duluth. "I have a car kit for my iPod," I told her. "If you think you can handle lesbian porn music."

  She laughed. "What's the difference between lesbian porn music and regular porn music?"

  We spent the next twenty minutes arguing over what it would take to make music into porn. "Lots of panting?" Melissa suggested.

  "I was thinking banging," I told her.

  "Oh that's bad!"

  We drove straight through until Two Harbors, stopping for a potty break. It was just shy of noon when we reached Gooseberry Falls. We changed into our boots and hiking clothing and pulled on our backpacks.

  "I haven't been here in a couple of years," Melissa said. "Can we spend some time around the falls first?"

  We walked down to the falls. I hadn't seen Melissa's camera. She pulled it out of her backpack, and I was impressed. She took a bunch of nature photos before turning to me. "Model for me?"

  I smiled and shed the backpack. She took more photos of me, both standing and sitting, then she handed me the camera and I took a few photos of her. We saw a guy taking photos with his own camera. Melissa walked up to him.

  "Hi," she said, sticking out her hand. "I'm Melissa. This is Alex. We were wondering
if you would take some pictures of us with my camera."

  "Danny," he said, shaking her hand, then mine. "Sure. Anything in particular you want?"

  "Just take a bunch," she said. "That would be great." She handed him the camera then stepped up to me and put her arm around my waist. I put mine around her shoulder. Danny took several pictures. Then she pulled me down so we were sitting on the rocks next to each other. She laid her head on my shoulder.

  Danny took some photos and looked at them. "That's really sweet," he said.

  Melissa pulled me to my feet and told Danny, "A few more, please," she said. The turned to me and wrapped her arms around me so she was hugging me from the side. Danny took a few photos while I looked at him and Melissa looked at me. Then she kissed my cheek and Danny got two more pictures.

  Melissa turned to him. "Thank you, Danny. We really appreciate it." She retrieved her camera and hugged him briefly.

  Then she insisted on a photo of me with Danny before pulling me away. "Long hike. Thanks again, Danny," she said.

  She put her camera back in her backpack and we set off for the trail to Split Rock.

  We were only a few minutes from the waterfalls when Melissa turned to me. "Alex, that's the first time I've done something like that."

  "Something like what?"

  "Ask someone else to take pictures of me with someone."

  "Really?"

  "And those are the only pictures in existence where I'm kissing someone, even something chaste like on the cheek."

  It was a beautiful day, and Melissa and I had an amazing time. She took a lot of photos, which slowed us down a little, but not too badly, and she always picked things that were worth looking at, anyway. After the third stop where she asked me to take her camera out of the bag for her, she switched to just carrying it.

  "I normally use a different pack, but I didn't want to carry two packs," she explained.

  Periodically I took the camera from her and took a few shots of her.

  The views of the lake were amazing and the trail was mostly dry. Still, it was four before we arrived at Split Rock. Melissa took more photos then we turned to each other. "We should get back to the car."

  We looked around the parking lot for a car that was leaving. We wanted to find one or two women. Instead, we found a husband and wife with two young children. They were loading up a mini van. Melissa and I exchanged looks then walked over to them.