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Authors: Julia P. Lynde

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I closed my mouth around her fingers and tasted my own juices. I could smell my musk. I sucked on her fingers until she withdrew them. Then she gave me her other hand and I sucked on those fingers greedily.

"I always keep my promises, Allison," she said. "And I promised to punish you if you came without permission." She climbed off the bed. "Don't go away."

She padded out to the kitchen. I could hear her rummaging through the draws, then she said, "ah ah". I heard her pad back down to the bedroom.

"Do you know what I have, Allison?"

"No."

"I have a chef's knife, the one you were using earlier."

"What?"

"I am going to punish you now."

And then I felt something sharp running along the skin of my back.

"Sarah! Please!"

She knife stopped. "Were you going to try to control me?"

"No Sarah," I said. I started to tremble. I'd been foolish. I knew she was unstable. What had I been thinking?

The knife began moving on my skin again.

"Such lovely lines of red," she said.

She leaned over and licked my back.

"Sarah," I said in a quiet voice. "You don't want to do this."

"You need to be punished, Allison," she said.

I began to struggle, but I literally couldn't go anywhere. I was well trussed.

"Please stop!" I screamed. "Please don't cut me!"

"Shhhh," she said. "It's so pretty."

She shifted on the bed, then the knife began to slide against my buttocks.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

"I don't think so, Allison," Sarah told me.

Then I felt the tip of the knife poke my labia.

"Octopus! Octopus! Octopus! Octopus! Stop stop stop!" My heart was pounding in terror at what she was threatening to do to me.

Immediately the knife slid away from my crotch and began tracing a line along my side.

"Such pretty color. I do enjoy red," she said.

"Sarah, please stop."

The tip of the knife ran up to my underarm and over my shoulder, then slid along my arm. She shifted again, climbing off the bed, the knife pressing against the back of my hand cruelly.

Then she reached up and yanked the scarf from over my eyes. I stared down at the knife, but what I saw instead was her index finger poking me. The knife was nothing but her fingernail.

I stared at her fingernail. She slowly released the pressure.

I looked up at her. "No knife."

"No, Love," she said gently. "Only the one in your mind. I'm not a psychopath." She paused. "I thought a shrink might appreciate a mind game."

She stepped around me and began untying me from the bed frame. As soon as I could, I collapsed on the bed, still panting, leftover terror still pushing adrenalin through my body. She finished untying me then sat on the bed, a little distance away.

"Do you want me to leave?" she asked quietly.

"No," I said, my brain turning numb. "Will you hold me?"

"Yes, honey," she said. She shifted, leaning against the headboard, and pulled me into her arms.

Slowly my heart rate settled down. I looked up at her. She caressed my face then lowered her lips to mine and kissed me softly. I kissed her back.

"Sarah?"

"Yes, Allison?"

"Will you stay with me?"

She smiled. "Oh yes. I'm not remotely done with you."

 

Snow Rebound

Allison snuggled into my arms. I'd gotten carried away with her. I hadn't hurt her; I never hurt anyone. But I'd been so surprised she'd let me take control at all that I'd gotten immediately drunk on it. I wanted to lay her across my lap and spank her mercilessly for letting a complete stranger tie her up so thoroughly. She had been amazingly foolish.

If you can't trust the people closest to you, how could she have been so foolish to trust a complete stranger?

I finally told her all that. In response she cuddled in deeper. She didn't say anything. Freaking out at her earlier probably scared her. She didn't know what was safe to say.

Taking her like that hadn't remotely taken the edge off me. If anything, I was more worked up than before. Inwardly, I swore. I kept to myself to avoid letting the beasts out. Any of them. But she'd woken the two I fought the hardest to contain. If I ran, the one would melt back into the woods.

The scared one.

But the other one, that beast... That one wasn't going to be satisfied. Not with one little taking and one little mind game.

I hated myself.

I liked the Sarah who had helped her after her accident. The strong, competent Sarah who had seen a car run off a road and stopped to help. The Sarah who calmed a scared woman, checking whether she was hurt. I liked the Sarah who could be a little naughty and tie her brassiere to a tree, then calmly drive through horrible weather. I liked the Sarah I was up until I saw Allison's cabin.

Cabin. Yeah, right. Fucking mansion on a lake.

That's when the Scared Sarah had rushed to the front, barely contained. The distrusting Sarah, the Sarah that had been hurt. The Sarah that most ruled my life. Not the worst Sarah, far, far from the worst Sarah, but the one that was the hardest to contain.

It's not multiple personalities. Just facets of the same personality. Everyone is complicated.

Finding out Allison was a shrink didn't help. Mom was a shrink. I didn't have a lot of reason to trust shrinks. I knew Mom tried to be a good shrink, but when her daughter had truly needed her, well... Lesson learned, I guess.

Later, there were others. My time with them hadn't gone well, either.

So Scared Sarah had sat there, screaming at Competent Sarah, "Get out! Get out!" But Competent Sarah wanted clean clothes, a soak in a tub, and for once, a soft, warm bed. What an idiot Competent Sarah could be.

Allison's cabin and Allison's questions had brought Scared Sarah to the front. Scared Sarah and Competent Sarah fought for control with Predator Sarah watching the outcome. "Try me" had been just the right words to bring her to the front. Oh, and had she taken control!

Octopus wasn't a random code word. Eight arms on an octopus. Eight Sarahs. I hoped to keep the other five stuffed firmly away. The world was best when only Competent Sarah was in control. Allison screaming the code word had satisfied Predator Sarah, for now, but she was lurking. She wanted more. Much more.

Competent Sarah didn't think Allison would enjoy giving it to her.

I looked down at Allison. I caressed her arm and she shivered. I imagined she was still all a-tingle from what I'd done to her. I imagined she was hoping for more, but also afraid of it at the same time.

She was beautiful. Her black hair was barely shoulder length and straight. Quite different from my unruly mane, but I loved my hair. I loved her hair, too.

We were so completely different.

"You will answer my questions," I told her.

"Yes, Sarah," she said. Good. She was still meek.

"Are you afraid of me?"

"No."

"I scared you terribly."

"Yes. I shouldn't have been scared."

"I'm good at mind games," I told her. "I am usually good at containing them to just the mind." More mind games.

"Usually?" I smiled. I couldn't help it, watching her play into me.

Oh hell, Predator Sarah was back already. She hadn't remotely been satisfied. Allison was just too delicious. It didn't help I hadn't had a proper orgasm in months. A girl has needs. Fulfilling them was always a tricky proposition for me.

I slipped from the bed.

"Hey!" Allison complained. "Why are you leaving?"

"Laundry," I told her. I looked down at her. She was looking up at me with her big, brown eyes and her mussed hair. She still had a sheen of sweat I wanted to lick from her body. Competent Sarah stepped forward, but I knew Predator Sarah wasn't going to let that last.

"When I get back, the wisest thing you can have done is lock the door."

"That isn't going to happen," she said.

"The second wisest thing is to have rebound your eyes and be lying submissively on your back with your throat exposed to me." I leered. "If you are sufficiently submissive, you may enjoy what happens next."

I didn't wait for an answer. I already knew what I'd find when I got back. I pulled her bedroom door closed behind me and walked down to the laundry. Both machines were done. I emptied the contents of the dryer into a convenient basket and moved the wet clothes from the washer into the dryer. I started the dryer and then carefully folded the dried clothes.

I gave Allison's imagination plenty of opportunity to scare the crap out of her.

I finished with the clothes then walked back to the bedroom door. It was still closed. I opened it. She hadn't locked it.

Allison was lying on the bed, the scarf retied around her eyes and her hands at her sides. I imagined she was trembling in anticipation, but in reality I'm sure she wasn't. Predator Sarah shoved all the other Sarahs way down and crossed the room slowly, enjoying the view.

I stood over her, not saying anything for a minute. She surely knew I was there. I watched her breathe. She was taking rapid, shallow breaths. I hadn't even touched her and she had worked herself up. I decided to see if I could enhance that. I was getting a power trip just watching her.

"You look lovely, Allison," I said in a low voice.

She squirmed. Oh, she was going to be delicious.

"You will remain submissive. Meek."

"Yes, Sarah," she agreed. She squirmed again.

"You will answer any question I asked," I ordered.

"Yes, Sarah."

I walked around the bed, looking at her the entire time.

"Can you see anything?"

"A tiny bit of light. That's all."

"If you lie to me, do you know what happens?"

"You will punish me." She said it almost with awe in her voice. Was she awed I would punish her or awed she would let me? Perhaps even wanted me to.

I reached out and caressed her stomach. She arched her back, pushing her stomach into my hand. I slapped her face. Not hard.

"No!"

"I'm sorry," she said. "What did I do wrong?"

"You tried to take control."

"I'm sorry."

Compassionate Sarah stormed to the forefront. I leaned over and kissed her gently then began whispering in her ear. "You mustn't, Allison," I told her. "You may say 'no'. Or you may let me do what I want. Those are your choices."

"I'm sorry, Sarah," she said. "I'll behave."

"Is that a yes?" I asked her.

"Yes," she said. "It's a yes." She paused. "I don't know if I can do this."

I paused, looking at her.

"Is it easier if I bind you?"

"Yes."

And like that, Compassionate Sarah was gone, replaced by Predator Sarah, and she was hungry!

I grabbed her arm. "Go limp!" I ordered. I then dragged her sideways on the bed. She let me. She didn't try to help; she didn't try to struggle.

"Good girl," I told her.

I found the scarves I'd used earlier. I roughly wrapped one around each wrist, tying it firmly, but made sure it was safe. I tied her right wrist to the headboard, her left wrist to the foot of the bed, pulling her arms tautly. Her feet faced towards the doorway. I pulled her until her head hung off the side of the bed.

I walked around, admiring her, admiring my handiwork. I wasn't done, but I wanted a taste. I walked back to her head and knelt down beside the bed. I stroked her sides. She shivered but otherwise lay still.

"Good girl," I told her again.

I cupped each breast. She almost arched her back. I saw her muscles tense, then I watched as she resisted the urges. I fondled each nipple, smiling. She moaned.

"Sarah?"

"Yes, lovely one?" I asked her.

"No one has touched me for a long time."

"I am touching you now, Allison," I replied. "Do you like it?"

"Yes!" She licked her lips. "It's very hard to not move."

"I know," I said. "You haven't finished surrendering." I licked her ear. She giggled. "You want to surrender, but it's hard."

"Yes."

She arched her back.

"Oh Allison," I said sadly. I leaned in so her head was resting on my shoulder then reached up with one hand, clamping it over her mouth. With the other I clamped her nose closed.

She began struggling immediately. She became frantic nearly instantly, her head trying to escape my hold, but I was clasping tightly. Her feet began to kick on the bed. I held her like that for a count of fifteen seconds, then released her. She immediately began hyperventilating.

"I'm sorry!" she said, panting, clearly in a panic. "I'm sorry."

"Octopus?"

"No!"

"Are you sure?"

"No octopus," she said.

"You're very brave," I told her into her ear. "That was fifteen seconds. The next one will be thirty."

"I'm sorry," she said again.

I kissed her ear. "I know you are." I turned her head and kissed her lips. I imagined I could taste her fear and her lust. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, devouring her greedily. She moaned into the kiss.

She was breathless after the kiss. I set her head down gently and moved away from her. "You have a lovely body, Allison."

"I'm old," she said.

I was immediately back at her head.

"Oh god!"

I moved slowly. I slipped her head onto my shoulder. I clasped her nose.

"You are lovely, Allison," I told her. "You have a lovely body. But I am in control, and I will not tolerate an unworthy attitude."

"I'm sorry," she said meekly. I slowly moved my hand over her mouth. She didn't struggle. I felt her breathing against my hand before I clamped it tightly over her mouth.

She accepted her punishment meekly at first, but deprived of air, everyone eventually panics. I counted to thirty before I released her.

She gasped for air. I caressed her gently while she got herself under control.

"Octopus?"

"No!"

"The next one is forty-five seconds."

She didn't say anything.

"You will listen," I told her.

"Yes, Sarah."

"You have an amazing body. It drives me crazy looking at it. I really hope I get to taste all those lovely bits and pieces of it, but if I keep punishing you, you'll eventually crack and ruin all our fun."

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