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June 2020 Short Story: Her Feelings and Those Holes
🕑 Added 2020-06-28 13:27:01 +0000 UTCThe winning prompt for June was: "A golf vacation where one of them is rich enough to reserve the whole course for a day (F/f)"
Disclaimer: Any resemblance to persons or organizations real or fictional is entirely coincidental. This is fiction.
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The sun was just cresting over the horizon as a limousine pulled in to the Ivanson Memorial Country Club. Lilianne Invorst rested her chin on her knuckles and absentmindedly fiddling with the key on her bracelet, as she stared out of the window and pondered the results of her trip.
Our factory in Stuttgart will have to increase production. I'd better fire the manager. I have a strong hunch that his assistant should do a better job handling those workers. What a dreadful waste.
"Yvonne!" The young heiress spoke up, "Remind me to make a call to our German branch tomorrow morning. I have some personnel changes I want to discuss."
Her secretary, seated across from her nodded, "Yes, Mistress Lilianne, it will be done." She punched a reminder into her tablet.
"And push the evening call with Mr. Hyung back by an hour, while you're at it."
It's been a while since I've last seen her, and I do believe I would prefer to take my time today.
"Yes, of course. An email will be sent within the hour." The secretary tugged at her red ponytail, a sign that she was thinking, and entered another note on the tablet, "Would you care to give him a reason?"
"No, I'd prefer to keep my activities private in this case." The heiress brushed her fingers across the sapphire necklace she wore, and crossed her legs, stretching the fabric of her coral pink pantsuit.
"Yes, of course."
While they were talking, the limo had pulled up to the clubhouse. Yvonne put her equipment away, opened the door, and held out her hand to her boss.
Lilianne ignored her entirely in favor of the woman who had walked out to greet her. Her gaze had been on the girl with the yellow ribbon in her soft auburn hair and the lavender belly dancer costume she wore. The outfit left much of her skin exposed, and the sheer fabric did little to hide what it did cover. The only thing keeping her crotch from being fully visible was the black leather chastity belt with gold trim she wore. As the heiress stepped out of the car, her pet clasped her hands together in a modest gesture. The veil over her lips did not hide a cheerful smile.
How you shine, my dear Ariella. I've missed you, my jewel.
Dear Lilianne is back! Oh, it's been so lonely without her. Her Ariella must express her gratitude.
Ariella dropped to one knee on the carpet outside and greeted her mistress. "Mistress Lilianne, Your Ariella is overjoyed to see you return. To be in your presence today is an honor, Mistress, and this pet will do her utmost to answer your needs."
Lilianne smiled warmly, and snapped her fingers. The submissive pet rose to her feet, standing about 5 inches below her Mistress, even in heels. The taller woman firmly lifted Ariella's chin with her index finger and dove, making deep contact with her lips.
The pet knew how to respond, softly caressing Lilianne's tongue with her own, adding zest but never taking the lead. Yvonne watched, fidgeting nervously, as the heiress came up for air several times. Their kiss lasted about 2 minutes before Lilianne finally let go.
Of all the kisses Her Ariella has shared, Dear Lilianne's are truly the finest. Ahh...
"I'm glad to see you have dressed to welcome me, but that outfit will not do for today. I will go inside to change into something more suited to the occasion. As will you."
I fear that fabric would rip to shreds before the ninth hole, and I'd like to savor your agony a good deal longer.
"Yes, Mistress. Your Ariella will accompany y... ah." Lilianne had reached around and grabbed her buttocks, grasping it with one hand. "Thank you for your attention, Mistress." The grip led her forward. The pair marched into the clubhouse and then the locker room, Yvonne following behind.
I see my instructions to have the premises closed for the day were followed. Now let's see about that outfit.
There were two lockers of interest to the pair today. One was adorned with a gilded placard embossed with "L. I.", and the locker next to it bore a similar placard with the text "+1". Lilianne motioned with her jaw towards the second locker, and Ariella opened it up. Her locker contained a set of clubs, provided compliments of the staff at the Invorst-owned country club. It also contained...
Is this the outfit Mistress will have Her Ariella wear today? Oh goodness...
Ariella gently removed her dancer outfit and placed it in an upper cubby portion of the locker. Meanwhile, Yvonne was undressing Lilianne with practiced, taught precision. When the heiress was down to her underwear, she raised a hand to stop her attendant.
Yvonne pulled away, and Lilianne sat down on one of several plush benches arranged around the training room. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, revealing red silk lingerie that was relatively plain, cut primarily for exercise. Ariella, who never stopped keeping her owner's position in mind, knew what that meant.
Mistress wants a show. One step at a time. Start with the top, and do your poses.
I haven't had to ask you out loud for years, my dear. What a good, obedient pet.
Bra on. Spread your pussy with four fingers. Then, stretch your hands in the air, and twirl.
Panties on. Sway your hips from side to side. One hand on your hip, and lean forward with eyes facing up and towards her.
Shirt on. Both hands on your hips, lean back and give her angles on your chest. Close your eyes and kneel.
That breast window was a splendid decision. The heart shape is simply delightful. Poetic, even.
...Shorts and socks on. One hand on the wall, one leg out. Now stretch it up as high as it goes.
Shoes on. Go down to tie them, and raise your ass high in the air. Shake it a little sideways until you're done, then give one final circle, stand, and say,
"Your Ariella thanks Mistress Lilianne for taking the time to pay attention to such a pathetic creature. Hopefully it was an adequate distraction."
"Passable." Lilianne left her with that one word, sighed, then stood again and snapped her fingers. Yvonne's skilled hands had her fully clothed in golf attire in less than a minute. In contrast with her companion's teal top and navy shorts, the heiress wore a strawberry polo shirt with cream-colored shorts. Notably, only one of their shirts had a heart-shaped boob window.
Lilianne examined herself in the mirror for a moment, then nodded, "Well, that should do the trick. I'm going out to the course for a spot of light exercise. Follow me." She linked arms with Ariella, who blushed again. The two marched out to the cart path, where Yvonne was already in the driver's seat.
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Lilianne stepped off the cart, letting Yvonne carry her clubs towards the first set of tees. Ariella followed, carrying her clubs in a bag loaned out by the course. She pulled a driver out from the bag and took some practice swings.
Her Ariella has practiced for this. It's important to keep Mistress company. You must also be ready if she has guests who need entertainment, or an escort.
Lilianne watched her partner warming up with a neutral expression. After a few minutes She clapped her hands once, the signal for Ariella to drop whatever she was doing and pay attention to the woman in charge.
"Starting now, you will be the second member of my twosome. We will play a full eighteen holes. I don't expect you to beat my score, nor should you. However, a game without stakes is terribly dull. Here is my wager. If you manage to come within 10, I'll remove your belt and you will have my permission to masturbate on the 18th green."
"Yes, Mistress. Your Ariella will try her best."
It's been a month. I... Her Ariella is starved for contact. If it could ever... No, it's not Her Ariella's place to expect rewards.
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...After 17 holes of spirited golf, Lilianne had managed to hold her score down to 61 strokes, 7 under par. Ariella had managed to keep up fairly well despite some mischief from her mistress, hitting 70 through 17, 2 over par. If the scores held up over the final hole, a 436-yard par 4 littered with sand traps, Ariella would have won their wager.
Lilianne teed off first. Her swing cut a clear arc through the air. It was hard to follow exactly where it landed, but the heiress smiled with satisfaction.
Not long, now.
Ariella, teeing off second, adjusted her grip and took a deep breath. She ignored the vibrator at work down low, lifted her club, and swung down.
Oh, that felt like a good hit.
The party walked forward, Yvonne carrying her boss' clubs and Ariella carrying her own. They stopped halfway to the hole to find Ariella's ball on the edge of the fairway, about 190 yards from the hole. Lilianne's ball was a bit closer to the hole, around 175 yards away... and in a sand trap.
Don't show any emotion. Don't show any emotion.
Oh, this couldn't be more perfect.
Lilianne offered the lightest of shrugs, "Well, my dear, it seems you'll be taking the next shot."
"...! Oh, yes, of course, Mistress Lilianne." She picked out a club with shorter range and higher accuracy, then took a few deep breaths. The head of her club swung up, and she let gravity take over midway down.
*Thwack*. A beautiful shot went sailing through the sky. It stayed airborne for several seconds before coming to rest on the green, about 15 feet shy of the hole.
"Well done, indeed. I can see my Ariella has been practicing." Lilianne offered her toy a rare smile.
The brown-haired girl blushed and looked down shyly. "Your compliment means a lot, Mistress Lilianne."
Wow. Really? Maybe, just maybe...
"..." Lilianne wordlessly raised her hand and made a twirling motion with her finger. Yvonne presented her with a particular club, and she walked into the sand to get in position. Ariella was watching her mistress from the front as she lined up her shot.
Oh yes, my dear. Watch me. I'll show you something worth seeing. As will you, for me.
What happened next was, from a sports science perspective, perfection. A sublime swing lifted the ball from the sand and sent it on a parabolic arc that came down directly on the green. It bounced twice before finally falling directly into the hole. The heiress finished with a score of 63 strokes, and was now guaranteed to win by a minimum of ten.
Lilianne's eyes were not on the ball, though. She had only one thing in her field of view, and she stared longingly at Ariella's face while her pet's gaze went up, then down, then froze with shock. Her legs quivered for a moment before she collapsed where she stood on the green. Ariella's brown eyes shone as she began to cry, barely muffling her sniffles.
Her Ariella was such a fool. To think, even for a moment, you thought you could compete with Mistress Lilianne. You should know better, you dunce. Worthless worm. You, you...
Lilianne watched, enraptured for several minutes, fingering herself through her red silk panties. Eventually, though, she stepped forward towards her pet. She leaned over and pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket, then began wiping away the tears. Ariella blinked in surprise.
"Mistress Lilianne...?"
"Come now, don't cry, my dear. Too, sportsmanship dictates you play out the hole." Her tone was kind, but firm.
"Yes, yes, of course..." The less experienced golfer unsteadily rose to her feet, dusting off her golf shorts.
"That's a good girl." Lilianne spanked her ass lightly for emphasis.
...What happened next was a blur, but Ariella did manage to sink her ball in a single put, ending with a total score of 73 strokes. Her head was a blank mess, though, and there was no conversation as Yvonne drove the party back to the clubhouse.
Stupid. So stupid...
Lovely. So lovely. My shining, precious jewel...
Once they were outside the building, Lilianne took Ariella's hand firmly in her own. She led her into the clubhouse, then turned abruptly and headed up the stairs.
Huh? Aren't we going back to the changing room?
They walked down the hallway on the second floor. They stopped at the end of a hallway, in front of a door marked with a sign. It read Reserved for L.I. and Her Beloved.
Um? But... What? Her Ariella doesn't understand.
My dear, you're adorable when you're surprised, too. I'd expect no less.
The heiress swiped a card key, and the door swung open to reveal a bed sprinkled with fresh rose petals. "I will not apologize for the simple fact that your tormented face arouses me so. I'm of a mood to enjoy myself with my toy. Come to bed, dear." In one swift motion, she lifted her pet up and held her in her arms, carrying her forward to the bed. Ariella returned the affection, reaching her arms around her mistress' neck and snuggling.
Oh, heavens. Times like these make all the exercise worth it.
Mistress is so kind, more so than Her Ariella could ever be worthy of.
Lilianne laid Ariella gently down on the bed before taking the key from her bracelet. She paused, staring expectantly.
Her plaything stared up with watery eyes, and said, "Mistress Lilianne, please grant Your Ariella the gift of release. If you grant it, she will do everything in her power to pleasure the most perfect person in the world."
The heiress cocked her head to one side. "Oh, so you wouldn't have done your best without release? Naughty, aren't we?" Nonetheless, she stuck the key into the padlock at the center of the chastity belt, and undid the lock. It slid off her skin and was tossed aside onto a nearby nightstand with the rest of their clothes.
"Yes, Your Ariella is a very naughty girl. She would be utterly hopeless without Mistress' guidance." The shorter woman rubbed her nose against her partner's, their lips came together, and that was where the words stopped.
Mistress' Ariella would have tried in the utmost to please no matter what, but it's not a pet's place to contradict. Whether her master is correct or not makes no difference. Mistress Lilianne is always right.
Lilianne's fingers snaked down low, touching the brown-haired girl just above the left knee. They gently brushed upwards at an angle, taking their time. Soon, though, they arrived at parts that were too wet to cleanly trace.
Of course. I haven't kept you in chastity for a month for nothing, my dear.
Lilianne scooped up some of the love juice pooling around her crotch, lifting it up and taking a sniff. "Oh yes. Very naughty, indeed." She licked her finger playfully. "You were out on the course for long enough to work up a sweat. Your lipstick could use a little touch-up."
The heiress brought her finger back down towards the Ariella's crotch, taking a bigger scoop this time. She held two soaking-wet fingers up to that dainty face, pausing for just a moment before smearing a coat of the stuff onto her pet's lips. "That'll do." They kissed, each sucking the other's tongue in.
Oh yes, that will do indeed. Simply delectable.
Her hands went down a third time. This time was no exploratory mission. She forced the slit open with both hands, and opened with a salvo of six fingers that had been well-trained for this sort of thing on many pianos over the years.
I saw you suffer on camera every night. It was hard for me as well. Going thirty whole days without the feel of your sublime flesh, the taste of your sweet nectar. Sheer torture.
She located her pet's clit, made a ring with her thumb and forefinger, and *flicked* it fairly hard. "Ahhg!" The girl let out a short scream.
Ariella, for her part, was doing her best to please her beloved Lilianne. Her hands were gliding around the older girl's breasts with a gentle but tempting touch. It wasn't heavy or harsh, but she knew it got results.
"Stop teasing me, my dear. I've seen you grasp harder than that."
Of course Mistress Lilianne knows. She always knows. It's a duty and a privilege to pleasure her, and you musn't disappoint.
Ariella grasped with a forceful grip normally reserved for guests who enjoyed pain. "OOhhh, YES!" The heiress threw her head back and moaned with ecstatic joy. Her pet, now emboldened, chased after her and locked her into a kiss with excessive amounts of spit.
Lilianne came up, gasping for air. "Enough! *pant*...*pant*... I require service." She leaned back and spread her legs wide open, making a particular gesture with her thumb and ring finger.
Ariella nodded and leaned forward, resting on her forearms and using her hands to spread her Mistress' pussy open wide. Her tongue trembled as she reached inside. *Lick*, *lick*, *lick*.
"Nh..." The heiress allowed herself a slight grunt.
*Lick*, *slurp*, *schlorRRPP*. Her pet's ministrations were getting bolder, more aggressive. Some licks hit the bean, others probed deeper depths. *Slurrp*, *succkk*, *spittt*.
Lilianne had her left hand grasping the bedsheets, and her right cupped around her breast, massaging her nipple. "Ah! Very good! Ah! Almost there!!"
Ariella entered the last gasp of her service, snorting furiously as she licked every nook and cranny of her mistress' pussy.
"Oh, this is fabUloUS! That's IT, I'm cominNNgggGGH~!!!" Fluid sprayed wildly, spattering on her face. Needless to say, the pet didn't stop licking.
Lilianne continued fiddling with her top for a short while after, and Ariella wasn't about to stop until she was ordered to.
"*Gasp*, *pant*... You've... you've done very well, my dear. That will do. In fact, " Lilianne was slowly regaining her composure, and managed to show a slightly wicked grin, "you deserve a little something extra. Aren't you thirsty, after all that exercise?"
Oh my! It's been at least eight months. Does Mistress' holy water still taste of citrus?
Lilianne snapped her fingers three times, a signal that she was not feeling patient, with her left hand, indicating the submissive woman was expected to drink every drop. Ariella scrambled to get her face in position between the taller woman's thunder thighs.
*PSSShhh*... Acrid yellow liquid arced away in an angular jet. Ariella's lips were open wide and her throat worked extra hard to make sure she was taking down as much as she was taking in.
Oh yes, yes it does. Oh, the joy. Sheer joy. Your Ariella loves you, Mistress. As much as can be forgiven for one in my lowly role.
*Pourrrrr*... The stream steadied out, giving her pet a little more time to savor the taste between gulps. She tried to slosh it around the corners of her mouth, making sure the pungent flavor of her mistress would remain for days.
*Slosh, drip, drip*... The flow was beginning to dry up. When it finally ceased, Ariella held it in her mouth, grasping her breast with one hand and her crotch with the other. She rode on the edge with her usual mantra.
Her pee is delicious. Feels so good. Lilianne's Ariella loves her.
Her pee is delicious. Feels so good. Lilianne's Ariella loves her.
Her pee is delicious. Feels so good. Lilianne's Ariella loves her.
Her pee is delicious. This pussy feels good. Lilianne's Ariella loves her.
Her pee is delicious. This pussy feels good. Lilianne's Ariella loves her.
*SNAP SNAP* Two sets of fingers snapping in quick succession meant she had permission to drink and to climax. Her ability to emote was limited, but her back arched and her spirits soared as she gulped down the last of that sweet holy water.
My dear, you never fail to impress. I've half a mind to take you again, but you deserve a little rest...
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Forty minutes later, Ariella was lying back with her head in Lilianne's chest
"My dear, sweet Ariella. You are a priceless jewel, an irreplacable treasure with worth beyond words."
"Your Ariella is honored and overjoyed to hear you feel that way, Mistress."
Ariella smiled as Lilianne planted a gentle kiss on her forehead.
~END~
