I 'm touched .

I 'm touched .
Daphne was her name...Calliope had found out the name of the strange redhead who was in the hotel room at her last meeting with Dante; and until it wasn't so difficult...just ask the young black man at the hotel reception. He kindly told her with an accent that the redhead's name was Daphne, and said nothing more...just smiled maliciously, letting on the air that if she wanted any more information, she should "pay" for it. Calliope smiled back with the same malice, but then turned her back and headed for the exit.
And it was only on the sidewalk that she realized that she was only in that very short dress and with a rather vulgar cleavage ... no underwear! She found it strange, and for a while feared that uncomfortable situation. However, she took a deep breath and waved to the first taxi she saw; she got into it and told the driver the fate. This time no curious glances or even crossed laughs ... just a driver doing his job.
He entered the apartment and collapsed on the sofa... his breath was choking, not only from the effort of running and climbing stairs in a hurry to reach his destination, but also, and especially, from the memory of his meeting with Dante... but, what about Dafne? Who was she? Why was she in the room after Dante left without saying goodbye? Did she remember that he did not have the habit of doing so... just left without warning and without saying goodbye. And why had Dafne remained even after her master had disappeared?
There was a mixture of curiosity and excitement ... after all, Daphne was a very beautiful woman ... sensual and charming ... besides an impeccable elegance ... Calliope did not know if the curiosity about her hostess referred to the fact that she had some kind of relationship with Dante, or, if she had caused some excitement in the young ... unanswered questions ... this was her relationship with Dante ...
Calling her partner, Urania wanted to know if everything had gone well in the shop. Her friend's shrill, half-childish voice rang in her ear, answering that the day had been quiet with good sales; Calliope apologized, once again, for her unexpected absence, to which Urania replied that there was nothing wrong, and that her friend could stop worrying. They parted with the promise to meet the next day.
Calliope went to the kitchen, from there returning with a beer in her hand; she sipped the drink softly, delighting in the soothing taste and freshness. At some point, she lifted her dress, looking at her shaved vagina ... felt a shiver running through her spine, denoting an excitement out of time ... without knowing why, she began to smooth her lower abdomen, resisting to go any further ...
Calliope was excited... very excited! She thought they were reminiscences of the adventure with Dante, but she soon realized that it was the image of Daphne that was provoking her untimely sexuality. She was even more surprised when, passing her fingers over her big lips, she noticed a characteristic moisture!
A few minutes passed, until the young woman gave herself over, masturbating deliciously; her fingers played with her big lips and advanced towards the clitoris whose volume denounced the present hardness. She massaged the small muscle, provoking a shattering delirium that forced her to intensify the movements, nervously rubbing the vagina and clitoris and seeking a sweet and incendiary orgasm, whose provocation was named ... Dafne!
The fun came soon afterwards... and it wasn't something light-hearted... it was intense and full of moans and sighs. When she woke up, the empty beer bottle lay on the floor next to the sofa and she was exhausted and a little sweaty. She tried to get to the bottom of it all, but preferred to take a bath. She staggered to the bathroom and after turning on the taps of the bathtub, undressed, examining herself in the huge mirror that took up the entire size of the door and had been closed by her entrance.
He stared at the reflection and then pondered that it was not an exuberant woman like Daphne, but Dante preferred her instead of the redhead ... or not?
She sat in the bathtub and then dived, submerged for a few minutes. She came back to the surface and reclined on the edge of the bathtub, looking up at the ceiling and thinking... thinking of Daphne and her provocative silhouette. With countless questions swirling around her mind, the young woman finished her bath and after scrubbing herself meticulously, went to her room, laying down on the bed and falling asleep soon after.
She was awakened by the shrill sound of the clock radio announcing that a new day was dawning. She ran to the bathroom and her eyes suffered the painful reaction to the sun's rays invading the environment from the side window. She half-closed her eyes and walked with difficulty to the sink. She washed her face and then went under the warm shower that helped her to recover for that new day.
In a few minutes, Calliope was ready for work. She went down the elevator and won the street, walking hurriedly to her work; she stopped at the cafeteria that stood on the way and savored an espresso with cheese bread. She arrived at the store, located inside a small shopping center, when Urania and an employee had just opened the doors. Another day of work had begun, the agitation of which was enough to take the young woman's mind away from all other thoughts ... except Dafne!
At night, as they wrapped up their activities, Uranus and Calliope talked excitedly about the profitable day they had had and the possibilities that were opening up for them... new business and new opportunities. Uranus suggested a beer to close the day with a golden key and Calliope immediately embraced the idea. They then rumbled to a nearby bar that was cozy and familiar.
They sat down at one of the tables located in the outer area and after ordering drinks and a follow-up resumed the subject interrupted minutes earlier. Everything was quiet ... until Calliope had a strange feeling ... the feeling of being watched ... she looked around, but did not detect the origin of that feeling. Urania, sensing her friend's concern, asked her about what was wrong. Calliope, obviously, disconcerted, resuming the previous subject.
The friends said their goodbyes at the corner near the building where Calliope lived. It was past midnight and they knew very well that the next day promised more lucrative business. Calliope stayed at the corner until she saw her friend disappear at the bend of a street and after that she headed for her home. A few meters from the main entrance of the building, Calliope had the same feeling as before ... someone was watching her. A little frightened, the young woman stopped where she was and with an attentive look, scoured the surroundings, looking for the origin of that feeling.
It was Daphne! It was she who stood across the street, leaning against a signpost, sheltered by the half-shadow that a tree offered by covering the street light. Even at that distance, Calliope knew it was her. She wondered what to do ... and, inexplicably, found herself walking towards her hidden observer. As she approached her, she confirmed her sensation and the redhead's smile took over her whole being.
Calliope stood in front of her spy and was unable to say anything; Daphne, for her part, just looked at the girl with her flashing eyes and a lip-tipped smile that foreshadowed something disturbing. Calliope not knowing what to do, much less what to say, stood there, seized by momentary inertia and inability to outline any reaction.
-Hello, sweetie! <unk> greeted Dafne widening the smile and the disturbing look <unk> are you okay?
The question, in addition to being unusual, sounded like an ordinary provocation that Calliope did not know how to interpret. Daphne came even closer, getting so close that the young woman could feel her breath slightly sweetened with touches of nicotine characteristic of every eventual smoker.
-So? <unk> she went on making her tone more provocative <unk> aren't you going to invite me in and have a drink?
Calliope was reluctant to give a rude answer, but chose to nod her head discreetly in agreement. Daphne walked past her, walking toward the building, with the young woman right behind her. As they entered the elevator, Daphne drew even closer to Calliope.
It was a contact so close that Calliope had nowhere to flee or retreat, being forced to yield to the harassment of the redhead who, calmly, stroked her hair down to her face, feeling her skin warm and soft. With a subtlety worthy of cinema, Daphne let her lips search for the hair of the young woman, enclosing a kiss full of desire. Calliope, at first, gave herself up to the seduction of the redhead who, without a shadow of a doubt, was an insinuating and conquering woman.
He tasted the saliva of the wet kiss, letting his tongue exchange space with Daphne's, who boldly lowered her hands, caressing the young woman's body and causing shivers that had no end; the girl wanted to give herself body and soul to that beautiful woman, but after a while pushed Daphne away, refusing to continue submitting to the erotic assaults of a stranger. Daphne stared at her with an angry look, but Calliope did not allow her to continue.
"You know very well that I belong to Dante!" she said in a resolute tone, "and to him alone!"
Daphne gave a restrained chuckle, when in fact she seemed to be in the mood for laughter, and remained where she was until the elevator opened the door. The two walked to the door of Calliope's apartment, which suddenly turned to the redhead preventing her from continuing.
"I think we'd better stay here", she said, trying to show firmness in her voice.
Come on, let me at least come in for a drink and then I'll leave... I promise.
After some resistance, Calliope gave in, opening the door and inviting Daphne in. The redhead sat down on the living room couch and asked her hostess to serve her something to drink.
"I only have vodka", said Calliope with a bored look, wishing that Daphne would refuse the drink.
"It's all right with me, sweetheart", she replied without hesitation.
Calliope handed the glass to the guest and sat down next to her, curious to know the reason for such an unexpected visit. Daphne quietly sipped the drink without taking her greedy eyes off her hostess. Calliope, in turn, unable to contain her curiosity, asked the reason for the visit.
- Dante and I are friends - answered Dafne - close friends ... do you understand?
The young woman let out a look of bewilderment that was the subject of another laugh from her companion.
"Intimate friends, dear, share everything", she went on, "everything, you know?
Calliope wanted to retaliate, to rebel by saying that her man was Dante, but, incomprehensibly, she was unable to utter a single word.
-Therefore, my sweet <unk> continued the redhead <unk> you also belong to me...
Calliope tried a more aggressive reaction, but couldn't even get up from the couch. Daphne approached her and slapped her in the face, making it clear who was in charge of who. The young woman felt hurt...used...a mere object and therefore had an urge to cry. With an almost maternal affection, Daphne hugged the girl and let her cry on her shoulder.
- Don't be like that, my loveliness <unk> whispered the redhead in her partner's ear <unk> you belong to Dante ... about that there is no doubt ... but, you also belong to me ... and I want you ... I want you from the first moment I saw a picture of you in Dante's hands.
Calliope sobbed, but in her mind there was a whirlwind of thoughts and desires.
Daphne remained with the young woman in her arms with her head bowed over her shoulder, stroking her hair as a mother does with her daughter. After a while, Daphne pushed the young woman, staring at her with a firm and powerful look.
I want to see that beautiful body... now!
Instinctively, Calliope took a long time to understand her companion's order, and even knowing that she could resist, she felt an enormous desire to do everything that Daphne ordered her. She got up and undressed, piece by piece, until she revealed all her nakedness to the redhead who seemed to eat her with her eyes. Daphne rose from where she was and lovingly, took the young woman in her arms, kissing her with indescribable suffering.
Then he made her lie down on the couch, burying her face between the girl's legs and delighting in sucking and licking the already wet vagina with a hard-on. Calliope contorted herself, groaning with the dexterity with which Dafne practiced a majestic and lust-laden oral sex. She stroked the redhead's hair, encouraging her to continue with her work.
Calliope mocked several times, always brazenly announcing the arrival of a new orgasm; never in her life had the young woman enjoyed oral sex like that practiced by the redhead who did not tire of sucking and licking her partner's swollen cricket. The succession of orgasms was so intense that Calliope no longer had any notion of time and space ... there was only the pleasure provided by Daphne's tongue.
After some time, Dafne got up and also undressed, displaying her perfect nakedness in the eyes of her partner. She took her purse and pulled out a mobile phone; after a few minutes looking for something, handed it to Calliope ordering her to listen to the voice message ... the message was from Dante ...
Calliope pressed the button on the screen, and the message was heard by both of them in the machine's lively voice.
<unk>-Hello, my precious little whore. I hope you're enjoying Daphne's company. If everything went as I imagine, she must have already shown you the skills she possesses ... but if you gave in to her, it means that you disobeyed me and therefore deserve to be punished ... Dafne will take care of that ... of course she will film everything so that I can check it later. Remember: all action implies a reaction<unk>.
Calliope looked at Daphne with a look of fear... she would have loved to be licked by the redhead, but that implied a punishment! And what punishment would that be? Calmly, Daphne took the mobile phone from the young woman's hands and after turning on the video camera, strategically placed it on a sideboard near the door; she turned to look at Calliope whose face was the full expression of fear mixed with excitement.
The redhead took her purse and pulled out a small twelve-branched whip; it was a beautiful hand-crafted example of the oldest instrument of punishment and torture; Calliope looked at it and felt several chills running through her body... she was very excited at the idea of being punished with that object. Daphne ordered her to stand up and stay on her back; the young woman obeyed without arguing.
She also obeyed when Daphne ordered her to lie on all fours on the couch and felt her hostess tying her hands together with a leather strap that she had also brought in her purse, squeezing it tightly, and then tying each hand to the corresponding ankle until Calliope felt some pain. She gagged her prey, making it clear that the process would be painful. Finally, she ordered her to close her eyes and remain motionless.
A few seconds passed before Calliope felt the first whip hit her buttocks... it was a stinging, intense, immeasurable pain... but, the young woman resisted... she had to do it, because she did not want to disappoint Dante who would watch that "session" longing to see her suffer only for him! New blows followed, in a painful and cruel crescendo. Daphne wielded with extreme skill the instrument of punishment and with each new blow she allowed herself a small interval where, probably, she delighted in the pain imposed on her prey.
After a while, Calliope was no longer in control of her actions and her resistance had been severely tested; the pain was such that the young girl's mind could no longer maintain control over her body that suffered from the sound of the snaps, followed by the blow that incised over the skin of her battered buttocks. Calliope was unable to control her actions and her mind was a whirlwind taken over by pain and suffering. She wanted to scream but couldn't ... wanted to get rid of the shackles, but also couldn't ... wanted to resign, but she couldn't do that either.
The blows encircled the young woman's entire lumbar region, with small ruptures, including in her large lips, which, after a while, became numbed by the pain.
Suddenly as it began, the punishment ceased; for a few minutes nothing happened... there was only silence, blurred vision and pain. He felt a painful chill as Dafne passed her hands over the buttocks which the young woman imagined in living flesh; then he felt something cold being applied to the skin... it was something resembling a lotion or ointment.
"It won't completely alleviate the pain", said Dafne as she dedicatedly applied the ointment to her victim's wounded skin, "but it will make the next few days less painful".
- Congratulations, my little one! <unk> continued the redhead <unk> you resisted well ... very well indeed ... better than expected.
When Daphne had finished, Calliope supposed that she would finally be set free, but to her surprise this was not what happened; the redhead opened the big lips of the young woman's vagina, which had also suffered some small punitive wounds, and with her fingers stroked the clitoris, causing a strange sensation of pleasure amid so much pain. And it did not take long for the fingers to be replaced by the redhead's skillful tongue which carefully licked the young woman's vagina, providing her with another sequence of orgasms.
The session ended when Dafne released her partner and walked to where her cell phone was, turning off the recording. Before finishing the punishment, Dafne walked to Calliope who was lying inert on the couch and after standing with her back to her, pulled her butt, displaying her shaved vagina. Calliope observed the redhead's anatomy and saw how her big lips were perfect, almost like a Renaissance painting.
- Suck my ice cream, bitch! <unk> ordered Daphne with authority <unk> makes me joke that's what you're for...
With a Herculean effort, Calliope leaned down on the couch and holding her partner's hips, dipped her face towards the redhead's vagina. She licked and sucked, striving to give her the same quality that had been given to her before the punishment. Daphne rolled, contorted her body and was quick to mock a few times ...
Properly dressed and dressed, the redhead took the purse in one hand and approached the sofa, where Calliope was still lying, seized by the pain that was slowly diminishing in intensity. She kissed her lips and before leaving made one last comment.
-I think Dante will like this video very much <unk> commented flatteringly <unk> I don't know if we'll see each other again, but anyway, I liked you ... you're different from the others ...
Without waiting for any comment, Daphne turned her back, disappearing out the door.
"Different from the others", Calliope thought... would that be good?
At any rate she knew and felt that she would yet discover the meaning of that expression. Using the little energy she had left, Calliope crawled to the bathroom and with great difficulty opened the taps of the bathtub, plunging into it as fast as she could. She let herself be immersed in the water seeking a comfort that would certainly take some time to feel ... she was in pain yes ... but very happy!