Danielle Engle - Lavender Excursions

Taryn held her breath. She felt timid and unsure of herself as she lay there waiting, wondering what would happen next and why she'd even allowed it to go this far. She could only hope that after tonight, she would never, ever want to come here again. It was a noble thought, but the voice inside her head told her differently. Taryn felt as though she was caught in a time warp, spinning irretrievably out of control. The room was growing dimmer, scenes past and present colliding in her mind. Each fought for control of her destiny, struggling to lay claim to some piece of her conscience. She heard the voices and footsteps around her, but paid little attention to either.

Debbie wondered at the calm that was settling over Taryn. Where was she right now? Debbie also was recalling moments from the past

– time she spent with Taryn, teaching her to be submissive to other women's needs. All had gone well for a while. Then, before Debbie realized what was happening, Taryn changed and began drifting away.

She became curious, observing other women and wondering what it would be like to switch roles. Now, three years later, Debbie suspected she was wondering again. This time she planned to play it to her advantage. She cracked the whip again, savoring the crisp sharp sound as it cut through the air over Taryn's bare ass.

The women grew restless. They'd had enough of the teasing. Now they wanted something to happen. Debbie seemed unusually reticent.

Someone decided she needed a little jolt to get her moving. "Hey, Debbie," the woman called out. "You getting soft on us?" The other women chuckled.

Debbie's face flushed with embarrassment. Her expression became stern and rigid as she tried to recover her self-control. Debbie Gaylen was untouchable and every woman there should know that by now.

She glanced about the room, her eyes daring any one of them to step forward and challenge her. The seconds ticked passed and no one dared move.

Satisfied that the awkward moment was past, Debbie flexed her muscles, allowing the women to admire her fine physique. Although she pretended to ignore Taryn, she was busy planning her next move.

She lit a cigarette, puffing just enough to start it burning. The tip glowed as she drew the smoke deeply inside her mouth. There was an air of cockiness about her as she positioned herself over Taryn. The women watched breathlessly as Debbie pressed the hot tip of the cigarette against Taryn's bare ass.

Although she'd held the cigarette against her for less than a second, Taryn felt its sting burning into her skin. She growled and clenched her fists, trying to stifle the scream that threatened to break. When Debbie walked around the table and stood staring down at her, Taryn snarled and hissed. "You bitch! You think you're going to tame me now, don't you? Well it didn't work the first time and it sure as hell isn't going to work now. Give it up," she hissed. "You mean nothing to me. Nothing!"

Left to her own devices, Debbie knew she would find a way to tame her this time. Taryn had tried the world on her terms. Now she was back, begging Debbie to take control of her life again.

Chuckling, Debbie bent down so she was eye-level with Taryn. "I think it's time you take me for a ride," she whispered. She toyed with the riding crop, slapping it against the palm of her hand.

Taryn could not remove her eyes from Debbie's weapon. Her throat tightened as the fear threatened to overcome her conviction that Debbie Gaylen would never again rein power over her. Not willingly at least. Suddenly, she felt Debbie's hands gripping her behind the neck. She flipped her over on her back and pulled her off the table.

Defiance steaming from every pore, Taryn gasped for breath. She stared straight ahead, refusing to look at Debbie.

Debbie laughed a deep throaty cackle that hinted of the rage that would shortly follow. She looked at the circle of women. "You," she said, pointing to a young butch whose cock was bulging in her pants.

"Ever fuck a woman in the ass with that thing?"

The young dyke smiled and tossed her short dark hair back from her brow. "Yeah, plenty of them," she boasted.

"What's your name?" Debbie asked.

"Joy," she replied. "My name's Joy."

Debbie smiled as Joy sauntered over to stand in front of her. She was eyeing Taryn with a good deal of curiosity, wondering if she was going to get to do the deed. "Joy, take it out and let my girlfriend see it. I want to make certain it will be to her liking."

Joy grinned and unzipped her pants. She peeled the fly back, then reached inside for her toy. Her shirt was unbuttoned to her waist and she wore nothing underneath. The other women whistled and cheered as they watched her. She took her cock in one hand and pressed it against Taryn's stomach. Grinning like a Cheshire cat, she pulled her shirt open so Taryn could see what she had to offer up there.

Taryn swallowed, trying hard to control her breathing. It wasn't easy because Joy was one hot babe. She wouldn't mind going down on her at all if she could take Debbie out of the picture. Taryn threw her shoulders back and looked Debbie in the eye. "My, my, you just keep getting them younger and younger. What's the matter, Deb?

Can't keep it up?"

Debbie smirked and jerked her arms up enough to make her cry out.

"I was going to go easy on you, Taryn. Figured Joy could stretch you out a little before I take my turn with you. Guess I'll be changing that little scenario." She motioned for Joy to leave. "Hang around though, Joy. When I finish with her she's open game."

Taryn was seething, but Debbie's cockiness was working to her advantage. Taking her totally unaware, Taryn lifted her foot and slammed it as hard as she could into Debbie's cunt. She hoped she made her mark but didn't plan to wait around and see. Her adrenaline was pumping and she had her eyes set straight ahead. Anyone or anything that got in her way went down. Taryn was out the front door and the alarm was screaming behind her within seconds of her escape.

She raced through the snow, trying to remember where she'd left her car. Her bare ass was freezing in the cold but that was the least of her worries. She spotted her car down the street. Her hands searching her pockets for the keys, she breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the cold metal. Clutching the ignition key tightly in her fist, she ran to her car. The motor purred to life and it sounded like music to her ears.

Taryn had something she needed to do. And it needed to be done immediately. She sped blindly into the oncoming traffic.

Lisa yawned sleepily as she padded to the door in her robe and slippers. She peeped through the keyhole, startled to see Taryn standing there shivering and gasping for breath. Hurriedly she opened the door. "Taryn, what's wrong?" she asked, pulling her into the apartment.

Taryn shivered and started for the living room. "Can you turn the heat up?" she asked.

"Uh, sure," Lisa replied, eyeing Taryn's bare ass where the seat of her pants had been removed. She turned the thermostat up to ninety degrees and flipped the switch for the electric fireplace. "It's not the real thing but it's as close as I can get," she said. She motioned Taryn toward the glowing logs.

Taryn smiled and sat down on the hearth. She placed her hands near the heat, rubbing them vigorously to get the circulation back.

"Thanks, Lisa. I'm sorry to barge in on you like this, but I was cold and your place was a lot closer than mine."

Lisa took Taryn's hands and started massaging her fingers. "It's no problem, Taryn. If it's none of my business, just tell me so.

Otherwise, I'd like to know what happened to the seat of your pants."

Lisa's solemn gaze was priceless. Taryn burst out laughing, shaking her head back and forth. "Oh, Lisa, you are a treasure," she said. She hugged her affectionately, then cupped her chin. "My dear, sweet Lisa, so sensitive," she whispered.