From the Corridors of Cyberia

"I am Ishtar," it said. "Issshhhtaarrr, the Whore Goddess of ancient Babylon." I opened my eyes, staring into a halo of glaring sunshine. There was a shadow at its center that seemed to produce the words. "The Hanging Gardens are my temple," the voice went on. "Lust and Carnal Sin are my trade, my sweet little whores my priestesses." The jingle-jangle that accompanied her words became louder, as did her intoxicating perfume. The shadow grew until it covered everything. Tiny particles tickled my face; then a wet tongue licked my lips, my nose, my eyes. Everything went dark.

***

As I came to, the first thing I felt was a warm stone wall. The first thing I saw, was a dusty, sunbaked street. I knew the street, as far as one might recognize one from the other in this maze of a town. I rose stiffly, all of my limbs heavy and painful, my head a swarm of bees.

The wall I had been sitting against was painted a reddish ochre. There was no porch, no ancient door. As I looked up, I saw no vines, no palms, just stone and a glaring sky. The heat was oppressive, I must find some shade, a cool drink, I thought. A young man asked if I was all right; he had to repeat it before I understood his guttural English. I tried to smile and nodded. Walking like a zombie I crossed the street, turning one last time to see the blind wall, the empty sky.

Unexpected tears ran down my cheeks.

Kristie.

Kristie was one of the earliest girls I met in the shady halls of Cyberia. She was a waitress from Florida, she said, and a fitness freak. She had the curiosity of a child and the absolute recklessness that comes with youthful energy. She might not be the best writer, but she was in for everything as you might see in the few stories I already published about her in here.

The day had been long and filled to the brim with sweet Italian spring. Now the last rays of the sinking sun played along the top of the summer room's walls. The rest of it was already in shadows. Angique lay on one elbow on a chaise longue, sipping espresso from a tiny cup, a burgundy silk robe wrapped around her freshly showered body. Kristie knelt naked at her feet. She hugged Angique's legs, her blonde head resting against them. Her skin held the fresh glow from a day in the sun, shining with a layer of scented oil.

***

That afternoon, the two of them had been down at the lakeshore. Arnold, the chauffeur, had filled the hold of the elegant, classic Riva speedboat with a basket containing the ingredients for an unforgettable picnic.

He took them to one of the tiny islands in the lake, and as soon as he left, they both tore the flimsy summer dresses off their bodies and plunged naked into the cool, deep water. Kristie was a great swimmer; she was like a dolphin, speeding her strong, sleek body effortlessly through the clear waters. Angique wasn't. She was content to be able to thrash around, just keeping her pale mermaid's body from sinking. Swimming had never appealed to her; even the few humble strokes she'd mastered had cost her years of suppressing fear and gaining control.

But right now, she was glad she had not given up. She loved to feel the girl's slick body slide along her back, the dainty hands teasing. Cool wet titties fondled hers, and yes... few things beat the immense pleasure of kissing a wet, shivering face, hugging like mating nymphs below a summer sky.

They rested under the awning Arnold had built for them, nibbling fresh focaccio bread with olives, lettuce and tuna. They sipped cold bubbly water.

Kristie rested her wet blonde head in Angique's lap, murmuring how happy she was. Angique's fingertip turned the girl's dripping hair into tiny circlets. She said: "Don't you miss your friends and family?" The girl kept silent; Angique felt her body tighten against her thighs. She understood that the sweet thing was snared by a dilemma. "It is alright, honey... just be honest," she added softly.

Kristie's face turned up. Then she said: "Yes, I miss them. Especially my mother and my sis. But I have you now." Angique smiled into the clear hazel eyes.

"You don't have me, pet. I have you." A blush darkened Kristie's face. She let her head hang, but Angique took it, pulling it up and pressing a deep kiss on her mouth. Then she said: "I have you and I intend to keep you. Is that alright with you, li'l darling?"

Kristie rose to her knees. She hugged the black-haired woman, hard and intense. Then she once more looked into the emerald eyes and pronounced each word with clear separation: "My sweet Angique, I love you. Take me to be yours forever." A slow tear left her eye.

Later, as evening fell, Angique remembered the moment. Again, she felt the lump in her throat, making it impossible for her to answer at once. The sun in those innocent eyes had swept her off her cool self-assured feet. The wide-open acceptance shocked her, the total absence of guile. She felt herself shiver in the girl's embrace, only able to answer with a kiss.

After minutes they separated. Angique shook herself and let out a nervous laugh. "Oh my, sweet girl, what can I say?" She blew a strand of black hair out of her face. Then she scrambled to her feet, wading over to a rock halfway into the water. She sat on it and stared over the water, her bare back turned to Kristie.

Kristie's eyes followed her with intense eagerness, a slow doubt creeping into them. After a minute she rose too and walked to the woman on the rock. Her hand crawled towards the thigh that rested on the stone surface. The moment she touched skin, Angique turned towards her, startling Kristie with her sad gaze. It made the emeralds darken.

"Should I not have said that?" she whispered. Angique caressed her cheek. She traced her features with a fingertip and shook her head.

"Oh no, darling. You must always tell me what your heart insists on. But I have to warn you." Again, a silence fell, only broken by the little lapping sounds of the water against the rock and the far away cry of a bird.

The green eyes cleared; Angique seemed to have made a decision. She slid back on the rock and plied her legs into a lotus seat. "Come sit with me, angel," she begged. The blond girl climbed easily onto the stone, mirroring her position.

"Kristie, today is not only a most beautiful Italian spring day, it is also the day when sweet golden Kristie made the decision to change her life forever."

The blond girl's eyebrows rose. Angique took her face between her cool hands, staring deeply into her eyes. "You may decide, Kristie darling, to be mine, but your life will turn into a rough and bumpy road. Walking it with me can be a cruel and thorny thing." Kristie's gaze never wavered.

"I love you," she said.

"Yes, darling, I know," Angique answered, her voice almost a whisper. "But do you know who it is you love? And what price you have to pay for it?"

"No, I don't know," Kristie said. "But why should I? You will be with me, Mistress. There is no reason for me to be afraid as long as you are with me."

Angique sat stunned. The spring breeze played with the now drying hair of the girl in front of her. A glowing halo danced around her tanned face, framing the most serene expression she had ever seen. She took both hands in hers.

"Why are you so sure, so calm, honey?" Angique asked. "We only met two weeks ago. After just one day at my apartment, I had to leave. You arrived only yesterday; how could you decide about your life so soon?"

Still the hazel eyes did not blink.

"I love you; you are my Mistress," she said. "Whatever you decide for me will be my future. It will be as long as I can be with you."

"Listen, Kristie," Angique said, suppressing a sigh. "I have been cruelly beaten up. I have been abused and altered when I was a child. As a result, I have no understanding of the concept of love. Instead, I harbor a void in my soul that has to be filled. I have been turned into a vampire of emotions. Do you understand? I lust for love. I cannot create it myself."

The blonde girl squirmed with her bare bottom on the stone, but she never wavered. Her fingers lay in Angique's hands, calm, quiet.

"One day I'll tell you how I came to be like this," Angique went on. "For now, I only want you to know who I am. I need you to know how I regard the girls I train."

At the word "train" Kristie's eyes lightened up. "Train?" she repeated. "Yes, Kristie. I am a true Mistress. I not just assume the title to make sex interesting. Any girl who calls me Mistress should know that she is a slave. She can't be a mere sub or a temporary plaything, she is a slave for life. My slave. Do you understand, Kristie?"

After a short silence she said: "I understand, M... mistress."

Angique smiled at the short hesitation.

"I hear you understand me, darling. Now please, this is all very important, but also very abstract. Tonight, I want to give you a first taste of what it means to be mine. I shall ask you to please and service me in a special way. You might not be able to do it. It might prove to be beyond your limits, and I would underst..."

Kristie's hand rose. It covered Angique's mouth, so she had to stop in mid-sentence. Kristie looked at the black-haired woman with frowned eyebrows.

"There is no limit to my love for you, Angique. Whatever pleasure you want me to give, I shall give gladly." Angique took the hand in hers, guiding it down to her breast.

"Oh my..." she whispered. "Oh my, Kristie. I do appreciate this so much, but please girl, be careful what you say." Kristie took the other hand. She guided it to her lovely firm and golden tit. Angique felt the nipple harden against her palm as the girl said:

"Mistress, I don't know what came over me after I met you. I always was an uncertain girl. I never really knew what I wanted, where I should go. I trained my body like a mad woman, but it did not make me strong. I stayed very insecure. All that has left me since I am with you. You seem to soak up my doubts with only a glance of your sweet eyes. Every word you say to me gives me purpose, every minute with you is a minute in heaven. Who wants to lose heaven, even if others might call it hell?"

She smiled her sweet open smile, pressing Angique's hand harder into her bosom. "I am certain I shall pleasure you, Madam. I shall tonight and every day to come. Now please, may I kiss you?"

They kissed under the incredible sky in the middle of wonderful Lago Maggiore. When it stopped, Kristie's eyes were glued to the face of the woman she knew would always be her Mistress. She mirrored her smile. Angique doubted that the source of that smile would be the same as hers.

***

The shadows had deepened; the last golden gleam left the high bay windows. Finally, a perfect day made way for a young and promising night. "Tell me, darling Kristie, does dressing up excite you at all?" Kristie raised her head with a surprised look on her face. She wasn't a fashion-oriented girl at all, preferring to run and swim and work out. When she wasn't into sports, she dressed much like the way she was when she arrived at Villa d' Este: T-shirt, jeans, sneakers. And of course, there was the silly uniform at the restaurant.

"Go, run and take a long and careful shower, darling. Then return to my bedroom." Angique rose and slapped the girl's bottom. Kristie jumped to get to her bathroom. Angique's eyes followed her; then she stretched her body and walked to the hall where she climbed the grand stone stairs. She turned left at the top to find the entrance to her bedroom.

It was spacious; it was also pleasantly decorated. Two huge windows gave out on the lake below. The ceiling was high and vaulted. The dominant colors were a tender light blue and golden yellow. The same blue could be found in a richer version on the vast bed at the center; the yellow returned in the twelve feet high curtains.

Across from the bed hung an impressive vanity-mirror over a gilded make-up table. To the right a door opened to a large marble bathroom; another door opened to a huge walk-in closet.

Angique sat down in front of the mirror. She carefully cleaned her face of the light make-up she had applied after they returned from their picnic. She was thoroughly concentrated on cleaning an eye, so the soft kiss on her neck surprised her. She looked up and saw a totally ravishing Kristie, wrapped in a white terry cloth robe, her hair still dripping from the shower.

She rose and took the girl in her arms, planting velvet kisses all over her freshly showered face.

"Mmmm, you smell lovely, little animal," she breathed. Then she opened the robe to expose a flushed body. "And you look delicious, too." She kissed one blushing tit. Kristie beamed. Stepping back, she made a slow pirouette, her arms wide.

"Follow me, pretty butterfly," Angique said. She went to the walk-in closet. "But first dry your hair. You can use the blower in my bathroom."

Inside the closet, Angique went to a drawer. She took a few items out of it, spreading them on a low table at the center. They were made of thin and supple leather in a dark olive color. The construction was very intricate, consisting mostly of straps and silver metal buckles.

When the blower next door stopped, she left the table. Going to get the girl, she commended the cloud of golden hair that floated around her sweet face. She took her hand and led her to a stool in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror.

"Look how lovely you are," she whispered in her ear, one hand cupping a full, naked tit, crowned with a stiffening nipple. Kristie moaned. She spread her thighs to display her shaven pussy. It looked swollen and flushed, no doubt from her stay in the shower. She must have shaved it once again to make sure she would be perfectly smooth. "Alright now, honey. Close your gorgeous eyes."

The girl obeyed. Angique took the black silk blindfold she held behind her back, placing it over the eyes, tying a knot behind her head. Kristie's body tightened when she did so. Angique told her to relax and trust her. The girl immediately relaxed, a small sigh escaping her mouth.

"Now please stand and walk to where I take you," Angique said. She led the blindfolded girl to a place next to a low table, where she took a small slender vial off its top. Part of its golden content poured into her hand. "Smell, Kristie," she said, holding the hand under her nose. The girl sniffed and sighed her appreciation. Then Angique let both hands slide over her shoulders. They went down the arms and to the tips of her fingers. The oil spread a sweet glow and an even sweeter scent. "Oil?" Kristie whispered. "Virgin oil," Angique answered, chuckling. She spread more on the girl's back, her loins and thighs, massaging the skin slow and thoroughly, but light as a feather. When she had oiled all parts of the tanned body, she came to the breasts, kneading them with extra attention for the nipples. It made the girl moan and squirm.

"Spread your legs, darling," Angique said. Then she started to rub the oil into her pouting cunt lips, the lovely angel wings she was so proud of. "Oh my, you are wet, you, sexy animal," she smiled, slipping two fingers into the girl's cunt, making her pant. "Now, please listen," Angique resumed after she kissed the shining slit. "When inside this Villa, darling, I want you to be naked, shaven and oiled like this. Always, do you understand?" The girl nodded." Repeat it, love", Angique said.

"When in Villa I must be naked always. I must shave and oil myself like this," Kristie repeated with a little girl's voice. It made Angique suck in her breath. Oh God, she thought, I'll make you perfect, sweet slut. You are so good.

Angique turned the stool. Kristie now sat with her back to the mirror. "Let me make you even more beautiful, little doll," she said, and she took the scarf from her eyes. The girl blinked, then she smiled. Angique started to make up her face and mouth. Her cheeks were dabbed with rouge to give her tan a deeper glow and bring out her cheekbones. She also got her nipples rouged, and the edges of her baby bare slit.

Finally, Angique applied lip-gloss, making her mouth seem fuller.

"All right now, sweetheart," she said, carefully returning the blindfold. "Please stand and raise your arms. Stretch them to the side. Then spread your legs about two feet."

As Kristie followed this up, Angique took the outfit of leather straps, burying her face in it. She deeply inhaled the scent, then she pushed it into the face of the blindfolded girl. "Smell this, Kristie. Smell the scent of leather at the center of your dark, private dungeon; it is the essence of your bondage. Fill your sweet head with it. Every time you smell this again, it will go straight to your aching little cunt, making your juices flow. Do you hear, Kristie? Inhale and know forever that this is the scent of your masters. Smell it. You'll feel your legs weaken. Your nipples will harden. It is leather, darling. It is sweet slick, fragrant leather, the fabric of your destiny."

She gave the girl a minute to inhale, watching her shiver. Then she spread her hands, letting the chaos of straps and buckles sink over her blindfolded head until it rested on her shoulders. She pulled at strap after strap and closed each buckle. Finally, the shapeless bunch took form on the girl's body, tying her in from neck to crotch, then down her thighs and calves. The tits were left free, but the straps right under them pushed them up and out; they were shaped like little balconies of leather.

When Angique tied the leather over her chest and belly, she heard the girl wince. Kristie breathed hard, the straps strangled her ribcage and abdomen. Angique turned her around, starting to strap in her arms and shoulders.

As she finished doing the back, she kissed the girl in the neck before going down to check her lower body. She was careful to keep both entrances open and accessible.

Strapping the thighs, the leather slipped on the insides. She saw how wet the skin was, and she knew the girl must have been coming profusely. With a long, pointed tongue she followed the liquid up to its source. Then she entered the swollen lips, finally touching the hard red pearl. It made Kristie collapse in yet another massive orgasm. She sank to her knees, howling as she released her pent-up emotions.

Angique let her rest for a bit before taking off the blindfold. She cleaned up the thighs and pussy with a soft warm towel, inhaling the scent deeply before throwing it into the laundry basket. Then she took two extremely high-heeled mules. She slipped them on the girl's feet and closed the straps with tiny padlocks.

Kristie finally opened her sweet doll's eyes, at once apologizing for her selfish behavior. Angique stopped her by gagging her mouth with a silver-colored rubber ball, tying it around her head. Pushing the girl to arms' length, she admired the signal red O of her stretched lips around the shining silver. Then she slipped a tight leather skullcap over her head, pulling the blond hair through an opening at the top to create a high, golden ponytail.

Angique took the girl by the shoulder, leading her in front of the mirror. Kristie's eyes widened, the only possible way to express her stunned reaction to what she saw. Her entire body was wrapped in a maze of leather straps, accentuating her firm, round breasts. Her athletic flesh was packed into a glorious display of bondage. The silver ball stretched her mouth, giving her a permanent expression of panic and amazement.

Angique then led Kristie back to the vanity mirror in her bedroom, helping her master the heels that were so much higher than she ever wore before. She let her sit down on the stool in front of the table, her back forced straight and erect by her harness. Her tits jutted out towards her reflection.

Angique sat down beside her and started to make the girl's eyes up in a dramatic and expressive way. Green and silvery shadows matched her outfit, black lines of kohl put drama into her eyes. Fat mascara lengthened her lashes. Then she kissed the girl's nose-tip and made her stand in front of the mirror. She walked slowly around her.