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Kahlua Part VI -
A Circle Has Closed

She had enjoyed her evening at the home of the woman whose name she still did not know. As important as it had been however, it was only the beginning of an astonishing set of occurrences she had only just begun to come to terms with. Within a week of her return, she found that her home, which had become a financial burden, had suddenly become a goldmine. A large real estate developer had put in a purchase offer that was easily twice the market value. Although she had some equity built up, something told her to take it.

There was still the question of where to live. This too was answered in a thoroughly unanticipated manner. The day after the purchase, she received a job offer from a large and very prestigious local firm specializing in commercial real estate. She had not put in a resume but suddenly found herself being offered the position of vice-president of marketing and promotion, at a salary, which even she thought to be much too high. She returned the call ten seconds after she got home and listened to her messages. The phone only rang once and was answered by a woman with a very sensual voice. It reminded her of Lauren Hutton or Lauren Bacall. Perhaps the woman's name would be Lauren…? No, it turned out that it wasn't but every comment or concern Donna raised was quickly dealt with. "I didn't send a resume." Was answered by "There was no need to, we are well aware of your qualifications." She nearly gasped out loud when the salary and benefits were explained and actually did when she was told that the offer came with the use of a condominium in one of the firm's premier properties.

Including the condo, the salary amounted to about five times what she had been making. "We do our best to obtain, and keep, the people we want." Was the answer. Then she mentioned that she had sold her home the day before and would need to be able to move in soon, if she decided to take the job. At this point, the sultry voice caught her by surprise. All the woman said in response to her comments was. "I know." She took the position and moved in seventy-two hours later. The job was a pleasure and her new home was everything she could have asked for. The only odd thing was the very high preponderance of women, and beautiful women she had to add, at both her job and the complex she now called home.

The afternoon of her first full day brought the last and by far the biggest surprise. She had been home less than ten minutes when the phone rang. It was the building manager telling her that deliverymen had arrived with two packages for her. Then the manager asked if she could send the men to her condominium.

Donna said yes and hung up. A moment later there was a knock at the door. She opened it and two men came in, one bearing what she thought to be a fairly large package.

"Where would you like this Miss?" He asked. She pointed toward the table and he set it down. "Miss, there is another one and it's a bit larger. Should we just put it on the floor?" She nodded and they walked into the hallway. She heard both of the grunt as they lifted and a moment later, they entered the room with a box that had to be six feet long. "My God… What on earth is in there?" She asked.

"I don't know Miss." The workman smiled. They set the box down on the floor. Donna was somewhat at a loss as to what to do next as she had only recent reached an income level that made tipping deliverymen a possibility. "That won't be necessary Miss but thank you." He smiled and added. "The gratuity has already been taken care of." With that, the two men left the room.

Donna walked to the larger box and looked at it. There was her address as well as the words "2 of 2" stenciled neatly on the top and sides. The only other wording of any sort was the word FRAGILE in bold face lettering about a foot high, on each side of the box. She walked to the table and looked at the other box which, although much smaller, bore identical notices. On closer inspection she saw the words; OPEN FIRST stamped under her name and address. There was no return address on either box. Having no real reason to do otherwise, she opened the smaller box first. Inside she found two even smaller boxes and an envelope. The minute she saw this, she no longer wondered where the packages had come from. She knew.

She opened the envelope. The note was brief and she set it aside. One of the boxes was wood. She removed the cover and saw a bottle nestled in… what was it, the stuff that looked like wood shavings? She used to know. Excelsior! That was it. She lifted the bottle. Her French had been pretty good in school but she wasn't sure that it had ever been good enough to decipher the faded label on the old bottle. The only word she could make out was brandy.

She looked in the smaller box. It held a small glass jar with a ground glass stopper. The stopper was sealed with red wax and a black satin ribbon. In the wax she saw the now familiar initials, VL. She put the jar back and picked up the note.

My Dear Donna,
As promised, a bottle of the brandy we enjoyed together.
I also thought you might enjoy the honey. It comes from
an apiary which allows its bees access to nothing other
than roses. I think you will like it. Of course the enjoyment
of both depend a great deal on how the items are served.
If you are at a loss for ideas…look in the other box.
Take care darling. We will meet again.

There was no signature. She didn't expect there to be one. The only things at the bottom were the initials, VL.

She set the note on the table and walked towards the enormous box in the middle of the living room floor. She undid the hasps and slowly lifted the lid. As the box open, she noticed two things. The first was another note and normally she would have stopped to read it. But this was not normal by anyone's definition since the second thing she noticed was the body of Amanda Marie.

She was dressed, as she had been the last time she had seen her, in the uniform of a maid. The black satin and white lace set of her skin perfectly. Her make up was done and her hair, which had grown out a bit, had been trimmed and perfectly styled. Although she was obviously breathing, it took Donna a moment to get over the very unnerving realization that the woman appeared to be laying in a coffin. When she regained her composure, she looked at the note, which had simply been affixed to the lid of the box.

A woman of your caliber should have a maid
and companion. I saw how you enjoyed your last
interlude with this one so I make you a gift of her.
Her training is complete and she will serve you
faithfully. She is yours now darling. Enjoy her but
take care to treat her well…

Once again there was no signature.
Donna was not sure how she knew, but she somehow understood that a circle had closed. Some cycle was now complete and she'd had some inexplicable part to play in its completion. She did not entirely comprehend her part but also realized that she did not need to.

She looked down at the woman just in time to see her open her eyes. As she did so, she raised her arms as if to embrace Donna, who said nothing for a moment as the two just looked at one another. Then Amanda Marie smiled, her lips parted and she softly whispered. "Mistress, I have missed you."


She is nude. A book lies open on her lap, a pen in her hand. A diary perhaps? The chair is overstuffed and comfortable. She smiles at a pleasant memory… A moment's passing fancy.

The diary laid aside, she reaches for a tiny snifter of brandy. As she sips, a drop of the warm amber fluid touches her finger. She contemplated the drop then absent-mindedly caresses her left nipple with it. Her eyes close as she savors the sensation.

The room is lit with candles, a three tier candelabra in each corner and another on the table near her chair. The candles are long and red, they are scented with a mix that defies description. Some might detect jasmine, others, myyhr or even black opium. They are all right, the candles are all this and more.

A breeze ruffles the silk curtains, they shiver in their displeasure. As the breeze caresses her skin, her nipples respond. The candles flicker, throwing shadows across her skin. The soft light from the flames brings out the highlights in her hair. She closes her eyes. Her breathing shallow. She listens to her own heartbeat. She is beautiful and now secure in her new knowledge of herself and her desires. Suddenly, she hears a soft moan from the bed. She smiles… it is time.

Placing the tiny glass on the table, she rises. As the bed comes into view her smile broadens, her lover is just as she left her. So soft, so beautiful and vulnerable. The girl moans again and struggles gently against her restraints. The satin ribbons at her wrists and ankles each tied securely to the posts of the bed. The woman thinks for a second that they might need checking but dismisses the thought.

Two more restraints, narrow leather straps at each of the girl's knees, are tied off to rings in the frame. These are an addition she is particularly pleased with. With ankle restraints alone, some were able to roll their legs to the point where access between their thighs was limited. The knee restraints prevent this. The woman caresses her captive's cheek and smiles at the memory of the first time she saw this method used.

As she does, her lover's eyes open. Even now, the woman is nearly overcome by her beauty. Soft blonde hair, small perfectly formed breasts, a lovely smile and gorgeous blue-green eyes. She softly brushes the girl's cheek with her nails. Her eyes are wide open now. She smiles and kisses her mistress' fingertips.

The woman caresses the girl's lips with the tip of a single silver nail. "So beautiful…" She says, half out loud. Their eyes meet, the girl's gaze imploring her Mistress to touch her, to hold and caress her.

She reaches for a tray. It contains a small hammered silver bowl and ladle nestled in a larger bowl of shaved ice. The bowl contains Kahlua, fresh cream and slivers of freshly cut strawberries. The bowl has been chilling for hours. It is now so cold that frost and ice coat the edges. She dips her finger into the mixture and tastes it. She approves. She dips a second time and caresses the girls lips with the mixture… her lips part as her mistress explores the soft moistness…so much like wet velvet and so reminiscent of other things…

She takes the ladle from the bowl. The candle light flickers and dances on it. The girl sees and understands. As the ladle moves to the girl's left breast her eyes widen.

She cries out when the frozen ladle touches her nipple. The cream softens and one small drop, slides silently toward her cleavage. The woman bends over her, savoring the moment and wanting to relish the expectation as long as she can.

She softly licks the cream from her lover's breast. The girl moans as her nipple hardens. The woman's tongue follows the tiny river of cream down the mound of her breast, capturing every bit of it.

Before she teases the other nipple, she licks it then softly blows on it to make it even more sensitive. The girl groans in agony as the woman presses the ladle to her skin. She holds it there, savoring her lover's reaction.

As she licks the cream from the girls breast, one hand travels towards her tummy. She draws tiny circles with her nail above the girl's bikini line. The muscles tighten and relax… the rhythm building.

She dips the ladle into the cream and pours it quickly between the girl's breasts. A stifled scream is met with a kiss. Her tongue probing and seducing as the cream warms. The heat of the girl's body brings the intoxicating scent of Kahlua to the woman's nostrils. She moves to softly lick the girl's skin clean. A puddle of cream forms in the hollow of her throat, the woman bends close, softly sucking and nibbling until it is no more.

The ladle is full… where will it go? The girl's eyes follow each movement, watching in terror, knowing the shock she will feel…but not knowing where. She is in agony but it is heaven. She knows that no harm will come to her. She has read this promise in the woman's eyes.

The ladle tips and the contents land on her navel. She screams as the cold mass slams into her hot, sensitive skin. Her mistress teases her bikini line slowly extending the circles farther and farther down.

The girl moans and tries to position herself so her Mistress' hand will hit its mark but that is not to be… at least not yet. She feels a single nail caressing the outer edge of her labia, so close… so maddeningly close. Her Mistress' tongue enters her navel, she drinks and enjoys the cream. Picking up a strawberry slice with her teeth, she puts it in the girl's mouth as she kisses her.

The bowl is nearly empty and its contents now warm… should she continue? The girl is excited beyond reason and her scent is intoxicating. Donna nearly succumbs but forces her mind to focus. She must not rush this. Every second is to be savored and enjoyed.

The girl's eyes widen. As if reading her mind, the woman understands and responds… what is next? Why after cold… heat of course. She smiles, reaches for a candle and tips it, a single drop of hot red wax hits the girl's inner thigh. It stings but not unpleasantly. She gasps as the heat mixes with her own warmth to bring her to heights she had not thought possible.

A second drop strikes. This one lands farther up the thigh. A third comes even closer… Donna takes a single nail and tenderly separates her lover's labia… the flesh is red, swollen and soaked. The girl is ready. As another drop silently lands, Donna slides a finger insider her, probing and exploring. The girl moans as her eyes close. Using two fingers, Donna spreads the lips wide. Her lover's clitoris is swollen… so inviting. Donna teases it softly then smiles. As the lips spread, they reveal their secrets. She moves the candle closer. A drop of wax strikes its target but does not obscure the mark that Donna knows she will find. The brand has long since healed to leave a dark ring with the initials VL in its center. A mark of ownership? In one sense perhaps, but Donna thinks of it as the signature of an artist signing a work she has given to another as a gift.

She looks at her lover whose eyes are half open. The girl's lips form a silent kiss and then she whispers. "Please… Please Mistress. Make love to me."

Donna puts the candle on the table. She bends to kiss the treasure waiting before her. As her tongue finds what it seeks, the girl lifts herself and presses against her Mistress. She whimpers softly and whispers. "Thank You Mistress."

Donna does not make a sound. And her other hand moves between her own thighs. Each woman orgasms in silence and each is in her own particular heaven. There is little sound and even less movement. They are lost in one another and oblivious to everything around them. A breeze shifts the curtains slightly but that is all. The candles do not even flicker. The circle has closed.

Author: Victoria Lynn

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