Copyright © June 2023 by CiaoSteve

CiaoSteve reserves the right to be identified as the author of this work. This story can not be published, as a whole or in part, without the express agreement of the author other than the use of brief extracts as part of a story review.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Author’s Notes

This is an eleventh part to the series. Although it is self-contained from a story perspective, I would recommend you read the earlier chapters as there will be references which make more sense if you have read the earlier parts.

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Kirsten pulled off the highway, and headed down the country road which in turn would lead to that rutted dirt track, the one heading out towards the lake and her favourite weekend abode. In another twenty minutes or so, she would be back… back at the cabin… back with her mistress… back being true to herself… and the closer she got, the more she found her heart racing, such was the excitement building inside.

It had been three weeks since that get together at the bookshop, and the night at Claudia’s apartment. It was just twenty-one days, but the wait had seemed like an eternity. The call, when it came, had been rather cryptic in nature, but obediently Kirsten just said yes to everything. She could ask questions when she reached the cabin, but for now the most essential thing was to get there. That said, as she drove along, her mind was consumed with the words of her mistress… each order a clear statement of what was expected of Kirsten.

‘Jeans, top and flats… something comfortable… something flattering… something oh so tight against your beautiful little body… and yes, this time you can wear whatever you want underneath,’ Claudia had said.

That was the easy part. Kirsten had followed the dress code to the letter. That black thong was back, the one she had tried to wear the last time they met, along with an equally sexy black bra. The pale-blue jeans were so tight she had ended up putting on quite a show as she inched them up her legs, then over her slender hips. Was she putting on weight, or were they… yep, they were… oh so tight, and goddam sexy… just as her mistress liked.

The top was equally tight… well, not tight per se… but at least clingy. Kirsten had gone for a long-sleeved stretch top, in black, with an opaque floral pattern over what was in effect see-through mesh.

At the time, she hadn’t planned it, but when Kirsten glanced in the mirror before leaving, it was the reflection of another woman who stared back at her. Oh yes, and quite by accident, Kirsten was dressed just as Sophie had been when they met for drinks, even down to that teasing glimpse of bra beneath her top.

It was never planned, but there was something so fitting about the choice of outfit. After all, her mistress had promised to explain everything about Sophie and what happened after that encounter in the bookshop. It was that though, which left Kirsten a tad confused.

‘You wanted answers… I’ve got you answers,’ Claudia had added.

‘Not so quick, my girl,’ Claudia had continued. ‘I think you’re forgetting, just like last time. Good girls get what they desire… disobedient girls… well, they just get what they’re given… so, first we’ll see which you are? You know, I’ve never been so desperate to figure out… to unlock your answer.’

‘No… no… silly me… I’m not desperate… you’re the one who’s desperate… or at least… you will be… that I guarantee… desperate… oh so desperate… the only question will be, how long you can hold on before the desperation gets the better of you… how long you can wait for your answers… how long you can continue to be a good girl… and if you ask me, it’s not gonna be long enough,’ Claudia quipped, a dominant edge to her voice as she teased her lover.

It was that single word which kept tumbling over and over in Kirsten’s mind.

Desperate.

How many times had Claudia used that word, and what exactly did she mean by it? Kirsten could only imagine. Had she been desperate that first time, when she was bound to the metal frame and made to cum? Was that being desperate, or was it more like the time she had taken the whole fist? Was she desperate then? Or was it even being made to cum on the apartment balcony? Oh yes, each time she had been desperate, and yes, each time she hadn’t managed to hold on.

Was that what her mistress was meaning?

But there was something else that Claudia had said… something about how long Kirsten could continue to be a good girl… and something about unlocking the answer. It didn’t add up. Good girls got treats, bad girls got… well… punishment. Was that it? Was Kirsten gonna be punished… locked up… tormented until she was desperate for release? If that’s what her mistress wanted, then so be it, but for sure Kirsten wasn’t desperate to be punished, and wasn’t exactly sure what she was to be punished about.

Before long, it didn’t seem worth worrying about any more. There, in the distance, was the lake, and just around the corner, still out of sight, would be the cabin. Another couple of minutes, and Kirsten was gonna figure out for herself what she was gonna be getting desperate about… if indeed there was anything. It wouldn’t be the first time her mistress had simply been teasing the young blonde, in the hope of provoking a reaction.

Kirsten parked at the side of the cabin. She climbed out of the car and filled her lungs with the clean country air. It was cooler out here by the lake, maybe a degree or two, but still warm enough that Kirsten wouldn’t have minded wearing something shorter and looser. She knew better though than to go against what was asked of her, so here she stood in the tightest pair of jeans you could imagine. Kirsten glanced towards the door. It was open, and what’s more, Claudia was standing in the open doorway, looking back towards her lover.

Kirsten couldn’t help herself. Her heart was racing. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins. A massive beaming smile formed across her face, and the petite blonde raced across from her car, then up the couple of steps onto the decking at the front of the cabin. She didn’t stop there. Kirsten bounded right up to her mistress, wrapped her arms around the older woman and pulled herself in close, planting her lips firmly against Claudia’s.

When, finally, they parted, it was Kirsten who spoke first.

“I’ve missed you, Mistress,” Kirsten announced.

“I’ve missed you too, dear Kirsten,” Claudia responded, running her eyes up and down her lover. “I’ve missed you so much, and I haven’t forgotten.”

“Forgotten?” Kirsten asked.

“Yes, yes… there was no way I was going to forget,” Claudia responded.

“But… but… forgotten what?” came a second confused question.

“Everything,” Claudia answered, once more evading the direct response that her lover was looking for. “Don’t you remember… what you asked… what you did… what you wanted?”

There was a pause as Kirsten tried to make sense of what sense of what her mistress was saying… a pause broken by Claudia herself.

“Don’t worry, I have answers to everything,” Claudia continued.

“You do?” Kirsten asked, still a little perplexed.

“Oh yes, I have answers… but later,” Claudia replied. “Right now, you must be hungry.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Kirsten replied. “Would you like me to eat you out?”

Claudia smiled.

“You are such a good girl, but that’s not the sort of hungry I meant. I meant to get something to eat,” Claudia responded.

“Mmmm… yesss… so did I,” Kirsten replied, pouting seductively towards her mistress.

“Later my girl,” came a rebuke from Claudia. “Right now, I’m going to treat you. There’s a fantastic restaurant opened a few weeks back, down towards the other end of the lake. It’s about a thirty-minute walk, but it’s a beautiful day, so I’m sure you won’t mind. Grab a chair while I go get changed.”

Kirsten did just that, and watched as her mistress headed back inside, always wondering… what was this place, and why did Claudia need to change? Her mistress was gorgeous in whatever she wore, and the combination of white jeans and sleeveless top that she had been wearing already looked fantastic. When Claudia returned, just a few minutes later, fantastic had been lifted to another level.

“Mistress, you look gorgeous,” Kirsten announced.

It was true. Claudia did look beautiful. It wasn’t that she didn’t before, but the change from trousers and top to a summery red dress, had taken her to that next level.

What was it that grabbed Kirsten’s attention?

Was it the lightweight cotton fabric, soft red with a tiny white floral pattern, flowing freely, all the way down to mid-calf?

Was it the shirred bodice, moulding Claudia’s ample breasts into two perfectly rounded mounds, supporting her fullness without the need for any obvious bra?

Was it the off-the-shoulder elasticated Bardot sleeves, and the way they accentuated Claudia’s gorgeous shoulders?

Or was it…

Yes, that’s what it was. It wasn’t the dress at all which caught Kirsten’s eye, or at least not directly. What had grabbed the young blonde’s attention was what the dress didn’t cover. A single split ran up the left side of the front of the dress, all the way from mid-calf to upper thigh. It was by design. It was so simple. It was so effective. With every step forward, there was no hiding the bare flesh of a perfectly toned leg, teasing at what may have been hidden higher up without ever threatening to reveal too much. A pair of strappy sandals, and a delicate jewelled anklet, again on that exposed left leg, finished off the outfit.

“Mistress,” Kirsten added. “If you had said, I could have worn one of my dresses too.”

“But… you look gorgeous in your jeans and top, just like I asked you to be,” Claudia replied.

“I guess… I guess I feel sort of… underdressed,” Kirsten explained. “Will they mind?”

Claudia laughed.

“Underdressed? Well… you are missing something I think,” Claudia responded.

“My collar?” Kirsten immediately replied. “I have it here. I thought you might like to watch me put it on for you.”

Kirsten had already retrieved the collar from her bag and was fumbling around behind her neck with the fastening before her mistress had the time to say anything.

“There… is that better, Mistress?” Kirsten added.

“Oh yes, that’s always better,” Claudia commented, “but, actually I was referring to a belt rather than your collar. I think that’s what you’re missing… and, if you don’t mind, I have the perfect one to go with those trousers. Give me a mo’ and we’ll have you looking just great.”

For a second time, Kirsten stood there as her mistress headed back indoors. This time it was a matter of seconds before Claudia emerged once more, holding something behind her back. If Kirsten had wondered about it, the fact that it had taken so short a time to return with a eligible belt might have been a warning sign that what was coming next had been pre-meditated. As it was, Kirsten was more intrigued by what her mistress might be concealing out of sight, that she didn’t even consider the readiness of such an item to be retrieved.

“Can I see?” Kirsten asked.

“All in good time,” Claudia replied. “Let’s see if it fits first. Now, be a good girl… eyes closed… arms up.”

There was no hesitation from the young blonde. In an instant, she was standing there, eyes closed, with her hands clasped together on top of her head… dutifully waiting. With her eyes closed, all she could rely on was her sense of hearing to visualise just what her mistress had in mind. At first all she could recognise was her own heartbeat, pounding away, like a ticking timebomb, as she strained to make out what was happening around her. Bit by bit she focused in on her surroundings, trying her best to make sense of every noise.

There were footsteps, soft footsteps, moving closer.

There was the knock of something hard being placed to one side of her, presumably down onto one of the wooden seats.

That was quickly followed by the clink of something metallic.

Then… mmmm, yes… then there was a body… nudging gently up against hers. Kirsten didn’t need to ask who’s body… that was obvious… nor did she withstand as she felt Claudia’s lips press gently against her own… not even when she felt hands around her waist, fumbling with the loops on the top of her jeans, carefully working something from one side all the way around to the other.

That kiss alone, had distracted Kirsten from worrying about what was happening down below. The tingle in her lips was all she could think about… that, and the wondered of being back with her mistress again. She wanted so much to bring her arms down, to wrap them around Claudia’s shoulders and pull her lover in tight. She wanted so much to forget about the lunch, to head inside, and to show Claudia just how much she had truly missed her mistress.

“Breathe in,” Claudia whispered, breaking away from the kiss for a moment.

Kirsten never even questioned the command. Claudia’s lips were back again. They were kissing once more, and that was the only wondered on her mind… the wondered of prolonging that sensual embrace. Without hesitation, Kirsten did what was asked of her. She breathed in as deep as she could, holding her already tiny waist in as tightly as she could. It was just what her mistress was looking for.

Before Kirsten had the chance to react, there was a firm tug around Kirsten’s waist as the so-called belt was pulled tight, followed by an audible click at the front.

A click? In that instant, Kirsten’s mind was broken away from that kiss, from the thoughts of being with her mistress. A click? All she could think about now, was what had caused that unexpected sound.

What came first was difficult to say. Was it the opening of the young blonde’s eyes and the glancing down at a most unusual looking belt? Was it the running of the young blonde’s fingers over what was a length of shiny silver chain, more akin to what you may discover in a hardware shop than a clothing store, and a…

… a padlock… small, but most definitely a padlock.

“Come on then, let’s get going,” Claudia announced, locking the cabin door, and heading off towards the path at the side of the lake, a spring in her stride.

At first Kirsten didn’t follow. She was still intrigued by her new adornment. It was nothing more than a length of shiny steel chain, each link around a centimetre in length, wrapped around her waist just like a typical belt. That though is where normality ended. There was no buckle at the front. The two ends, one longer than the other, had been pulled tight, and draped over each other.

The metallic click? That was a tiny silver padlock which Claudia had threaded through the chain, at the very point where the two ends of the belt crossed, and snapped shut. Kirsten gave it a pull, half expecting it to be a piece of costume jewellery which would pop open at the merest tug. It didn’t. She looked at the bottom of the padlock and noticed a real-life keyhole.

“Mistress?” Kirsten called out, as the penny dropped.

There was no reply. It wasn’t that Claudia was out of earshot. She had heard the questioned response, but like a good mistress she had chosen to ignore it. As far as Claudia was concerned, her lover looked fantastic and would soon be following along.

Claudia wasn’t wrong. In no time at all, Kirsten had bounded along the path and was now walking alongside her mistress, the two women holding hands as they headed off for lunch.

“What have you done to me?” Kirsten asked. “Why the padlock, Mistress?”

“You could say it’s to remind you,” Claudia replied.

“To remind me? Of what, Mistress?” Kirsten replied.

“Of everything, my dear girl… of who you are… or who you belong to… of the question you asked. The question… I guess I mean the answer… the answer is the always the key, you know… to so many things. So, once you have the answer, you’ll be able to decide what to unlock,” Claudia responded, her messaging as cryptic as ever.

“Now, come on, walking is thirsty work, and I could murder some wine. We can talk more when we get there. And you do remember the question, don’t you, Kirsten?” Claudia added, a beaming smile on her face as she considered both the answer she would be giving, and the opportunities it may end up unlocking. Oh yes, this was gonna be fun.

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It was a good hour and a half later, with food eaten and most of a bottle of white drunk, that Claudia asked the question once more.

“You do remember what you asked me, don’t you Kirsten?” Claudia enquired.

“About the padlock?” Kirsten replied.

“About… Sophie,” Claudia answered.

For a moment Kirsten sat there thinking. Back then the question had been simple. Three little words. What about Sophie?

Now though… now Kirsten thought if she really wanted the answer… and more so, which answer she wanted to be hearing. At the time, Sophie had been an enigma, and something inside suggested it was best to leave the young woman that way… as an enigma. That said, if Claudia had an answer, Kirsten needed to know what it was… where it left her… where it left her mistress… where it left Sophie.

“What about Sophie?” Kirsten asked.

Claudia finished off the last of her wine and beckoned the waiter over. Kirsten followed suit, imagining that Claudia was gonna ask for the bill, and that they would be having the conversation as they headed off back towards the cabin. It wasn’t the case.

“Another bottle,” Claudia requested.

“No… no…” Kirsten complained. “Not when we’ve got to walk back.”

It wasn’t so much the wondered of drinking more wine which concerned Kirsten. It was the wondered of what happened after you had drunk so much. She’d had a long drive to get out here, and then had finished off the first half a bottle of wine. Already, she had the urge… the need to go, and that was without the wondered of drinking more.

“You’re right,” Claudia agreed.

“Two more glasses,” she then asked, “and make them large ones.”

Kirsten just sat there. She didn’t say a word. It wasn’t worth arguing with her mistress… well, not unless you fancied a punishment when you got back to the cabin. She waited for the waiter to disappear out of sight then, with a touch of embarrassment in her voice, addressed her mistress.

“I need to go, Mistress,” Kirsten said.

“What? Now?” Claudia replied. “The day is still young, and we’ve plenty of time for other things later. There’s no need to rush.”

“No… no… I need to go… I do need to go,” Kirsten repeated.

“But I’ve just ordered two more glasses. It would be rude to walk away without drinking them,” Claudia replied, a note of sarcasm in her voice, given that she fully understood what was being said to her. It wasn’t just a case of understanding. To be honest, Claudia had engineered this moment, and the only surprise was that Kirsten had lasted this long without asking.

“I mean… the toilet… I need to go,” Kirsten repeated.

“And?” Claudia asked. “I’m not stopping you, am I?”

“The key… do you have the key?” Kirsten asked, reaching down and discreetly lifting the padlock up as if needing to reinforce just what she was asking for.

“Ah… the key,” Claudia responded, fumbling around in pockets as if searching for it.

“Yes… the key,” Kirsten repeated.

“Silly me,” Claudia answered, smiling. “I must have left it back at the cabin.”

At that very moment, the waiter returned with two of the largest glasses of wine Kirsten had ever seen.