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Driving the Message Home

halfbloodme — Sat, 25 Aug 2007 12:09:37 CDT

Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Catherine/Lady Heather
Author:halfbloodme
Prompt: cell phone
Summary: Heather has been ignoring her Mistress's calls, she's had her first lot of punishment, now they're at home
Word Count: 2621
A/N: I don't own these wonderful characters. Although they're fighting with the SG-1 ladies to work out who has the right to own me.

Whilst Catherine’s dinner cooked in the oven, Heather found she had time to get herself a shower before her Mistress came home from work. Still reeling over her punishment for not answering the phone, Heather was heedful to bare in mind her Mistress’s warning about not relieving herself, as much as she wanted to. The hunger was still burning between her legs and as she washed herself clean she felt the tingle as her fingers brushed along her lower lips. Surely a quick self-service wouldn’t matter…. As quickly as the thought arrived she quelled it. Catherine would know, Catherine always knew. She sighed to herself and got out of the shower. Drying herself quickly she hurried into the bedroom, dried her hair, pulling it back into a long ponytail, pausing before getting dressed to touch her collar. It had been waiting for her on the hallway table as it always was after work. She loved the feel of the supple red leather against her skin. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled then hurriedly hopped into her uniform. Catherine had removed all clothing privileges apart from her favourite thongs. Heather slipped the red lace one on and hurried back downstairs. Catherine would be home shortly and dinner needed to be on the table.

Heather served the dinner, put Catherine’s favourite chardonnay to chill, laid the table and set her dishes on the floor by Catherine’s chair. She looked at them with something between fondness and annoyance. Her Mistress had specially chosen those bowls for her and the silver ornamented with red was definitely something special. But the fact that she would be eating from them tonight was a sign that she had fallen out of her Mistress’s favour and would need to earn the right to a place at the table again. She hated herself for her misbehaviour. Alone in the house it was easy to fall back into submissive patterns and forget the night they had shared as equals. Perhaps it was best to forget. For the time being at least. When Catherine was ready to talk they would talk. Until then, Heather was happy to go back to the way things were. Another month and Lindsay would be home from college. Heather was looking forward to it and dreading it at the same time. Catherine had decided that her daughter was now old enough to know that Heather was more than just her friend, but she wouldn’t be told about the arrangement. They had agreed on that at least. Heather wasn’t sure how the young Willows woman would take it and that caused her some level of anxiety.

The clock in the hall chimed, signalling that Catherine would be home in minutes. Heather uncorked the wine, poured a glass and with the glass in hand took her position by the front door, out of the view of prying eyes when it opened, but within Catherine’s eyes as she entered. Heather stood with her feet apart, one hand behind her back, her head bowed, the hand holding the glass at a level ready for her Mistress to take from her and waited patiently. Her mind was focused on the evening ahead and the level at which she needed to behave if she was to earn any of her privileges back. Although she knew that before she could even think about earning anything back Catherine would want to finish the punishment she started earlier. Heather knew her Mistress well enough to know that earlier had only been the beginning.

As the minute hand reached five past six, Catherine’s SUV pulled into the drive. Heather inhaled deeply and adopted a servile attitude. She would show her Mistress that she could be a good Pet. Even if it meant lowering herself to the position of the lowliest submissive. She looked at the floor as she heard Catherine’s key in the lock. Her mind raced, trying to remember if she had forgotten anything, if her towels were in the laundry hamper, if her street clothes were hanging in the closet. Had she taken dessert out and left it to thaw on the top? Was her hair still pulled back immaculately? She felt nervous and calm at the same time. As the door opened she forced herself to remain still, locking her knees and resisting the urge to look at her Mistress as she walked into the house.

Catherine swept into the house and Heather helped her to remove her coat before passing her her wine. The strawberry blond said nothing but took the glass and headed for the dining room. Heather pulled out her chair and Catherine sat. Without being told to, Heather filled Catherine’s plate and then knelt by Her Mistress’s chair.

“Pass me your food bowl, Girl.” Were the first words Catherine uttered, and Heather automatically responded. The Mistress served Heather’s portion and then ordered her Pet to fetch a knife and fork for herself, which Heather did quickly and quietly.

“Your water bowl, Girl.” Once again Heather passed her dish to her Mistress and Catherine poured water into the dish for her.

It was a silent meal, Catherine occasionally murmuring her approval for Heather’s cooking and keeping an eye out to make sure that her girl was eating. Catherine prided herself on taking care of Heather’s dietary needs. It wouldn’t be right to allow Heather to fall into a diabetic coma due to her negligence. The first course over, Heather served dessert and Catherine’s coffee. Once they had finished, Heather cleared away the dishes, filled the dishwasher and returned to Catherine’s side. Not once did she speak, she wanted to prove her worth as Catherine’s servant and in order to do so she was doing what was expected of her without complaint. Catherine ignored Heather for several minutes before speaking.

“I hope that you have obeyed my earlier orders, Slave.” Catherine’s voice was firm.
“Yes Mistress.” Heather whispered, her head bowed, her eyes focused on her knees.
“I’ll know if you haven’t.” Catherine was testing her.
“I have, Mistress Catherine.” Heather answered, her voice still a whisper. She wasn’t going to rise to the bait.
“Into the study. Assume the position for inspection. I will be in shortly.” Catherine’s words rang through the silent dining room.
“Yes, Mistress.” Heather disappeared from sight, along the corridor and upstairs to Catherine’s study.

Once there she pulled her thong down to her knees and bent over the desk, her hands gripping the side. She felt extremely vulnerable in this position but she knew that her misbehaviour had caused this and she was willing to accept her punishment. Catherine took her time in coming into the study. The longer Heather had to wait the more likely she was to react in the way she was meant to. Catherine knew that the anticipation of what was to come would only serve to make the punishment all the more potent. She went into the bedroom and changed out of her work clothes into a pair of black leather pants and the red leather halter top that always made Heather’s eyes pop from her head. She chose a pair of thigh high black six inch stiletto boots to complete the ensemble and then retrieved the tool of Heather’s punishment from the closet. The use of the cell phone earlier had given Catherine an idea on how best to punish her naughty Girl.

Heather shivered with nerves, as she stood braced against the desk. As Catherine walked in she had to fight not to turn around and watch. It would only anger her Mistress further. Heather gripped the desk a little tighter to steady herself. She could hear Catherine’s footstep’s getting closer. Could feel the heat of Catherine’s body as she stood behind her. She could hear Catherine putting something down on the chair and it took all her strength not to take a peek. She stood there, not wanting to show her nerves. Without any warning, Catherine’s hand was between Heather’s legs. Her finger tracing the warm wetness of Heather’s slit. Fondling her clit gently. A gasp passed Heather’s lips.

“I’m impressed. You kept to your orders. Now if only you’d have answered my call earlier, we wouldn’t be in this situation would we, Girl?” Catherine’s voice was soft but firm.
“No, Mistress, we wouldn’t.” Heather answered quietly.
“You know that I will not stand for misbehaviour of any kind, Heather and not answering the phone to me earlier was disrespectful. I expect better from My Pet’s. You are a wilful Girl, Heather. But you must remember that you asked me to take ownership of you and that by doing so you gave your power to me. I have the right to treat you as I see fit and punish you for your misdeeds.” Catherine played with Heather the entire time she spoke, gently teasing Heather’s sex, not allowing relief but causing Heather to focus on her words to avoid betraying her desires.
“Yes, Mistress.” Heather whispered. “I have been a bad Girl and deserve the punishment you give me.”
“Damn right you do! I will teach you that you are mine to do with as I choose. Stand up and pull your uniform back up. Then close your eyes.” Catherine ordered and Heather quickly did as she was told, grateful that the scrap of lace once again gave her some cover.

Catherine picked up the belt she had laid down on the chair and the vibrating wand that attached to it. She quickly placed the belt around Heather’s legs and locked it together. She slid the vibrator through the leg straps and tied the straps to Heather’s thighs, positioning the vibrator so that it was in direct contact with Heather’s clit through her thong and secured it in place. She flicked the switch and smiled, tugging on Heather’s hair, pulling her head back and causing the brunette to open her eyes. She raised her free hand to Heather’s eyes showing her the remote control that lay in it.

“You are mine, Girl. This remote controls if and when you will get the release you so desire. I will decide when you get it and until then you will stand in the corner like a Good Girl. You will not complain, you will not argue. You will not beg me to give in. If you do it will only prolong your torment. Is that understood.” Catherine glared at Heather.
“Yes, Mistress.” Heather answered, desperately trying to keep control of her actions.
“And you will remain standing. If you so much as think about sitting down I will ensure that the severity of your punishment increases. Now, to your corner.” Catherine pointed at the corner furthest away from the window and watched as Heather made her way gingerly across the room.

The strawberry-blond Mistress sat at her desk and switched her laptop on. She logged in and pulled up the maintenance site for Lady Heather dot com. She’d promised Heather that she would update the pictures and the details of the services provided at The Dominion and tonight seemed like the perfect time to get it done.

“I have some work to do, Heather. If you dare to distract me whilst I’m working, you will pay for it.” She glanced at her Pet.
“Yes, Mistress.” Heather barely managed to keep her voice level as Catherine turned the vibrations up a notch. Catherine smiled and returned back to her task.

The half hour it took for Catherine to make the adjustments to the site were passed in silence, except for the intensity with which Heather’s breathing became laboured. Catherine occasionally flicked the switch on the remote, increasing and decreasing the intensity of the vibrations, bringing Heather to the edge and back again continually, but never allowing her the release she craved. Catherine had other plans in mind for Her Girl. Ones she wasn’t ready to share just yet.

“Here, Slave.” Catherine beckoned Heather over with her right index finger.

Heather walked with difficulty to Her Mistress’s side. Her legs threatening to buckle under her with each step.

“I’ve made the adjustments Lady Heather wanted on the site and thought you might like to see them. I think My Pet looks rather fetching in that corset.” Catherine pointed to the screen and the new home page, showing Heather in a tight black corset and long black skirt.
“It’s a good picture, Mistress.” Heather smiled softly. Catherine had taken that picture herself.

Catherine closed the laptop and looked at her Girl. Heather’s growing discomfort was obvious.

“Turn around.” She ordered and Heather turned to face away from her Mistress. Catherine turned of the wand and quickly and deftly removed the belt and then roughly pulled down Heather’s now soaked thong. She ran her finger along Heather’s wetness and smiled as her Girl flinched at her touch.
“Hmmm…. So ripe and ready for the taking.” Catherine said softly, her voice husky. Heather stood, trying to keep her balance.
“Clear the desk. Put the laptop in its case and then stand at the end.”

Heather did as she was told as quickly as her legs would allow her and was soon standing at the end of the desk. Catherine fished into the desk drawers and pulled out a pair of leather wrist cuffs and a pair of leather ankle cuffs. She fastened them to Heather and ordered Heather to lie down on the desk on her back. She spread Heather’s legs and lifted her arms above her head before retrieving chains from the drawer and hooking them to the cuffs at one end and then tying the other ends to the legs of the desk.

“I think My Girl should be released from her torture.” Catherine purred, gently running her finger along Heather’s wetness. “She’s been a Good Girl and behaved as I asked her to. Would you like me to release you, Girl?”
“Please…. Mistress.” Heather struggled to get the words out.
“Very well, but you will come only when I say you can, not before. If you let go any earlier then you will be punished. Is that understood?” Catherine played with Heather’s sex as she spoke.
“Yes, Mistress.” Heather managed to get the words out in one breath.
“You’re so wet, Baby. So deliciously warm and inviting. I’m glad to see that I can still have that effect on you.” Catherine probed gently, playing with Heather’s clit and teasing her opening. Heather moaned softly.
“I’ve never felt you so wet, Girl. Never wanted you as badly as I do now.” She slid two fingers inside Heather, exploring deep within and grazing her Pet’s g-spot with her finger tips. Heather’s back arched.
“Not yet, I’m not done with you yet.” Catherine grinned as she watched Heather struggle to regain control of herself.

Catherine built up a slow and steady pace, thrusting with one hand, massaging Heather’s clit between the forefinger and thumb of the other. Commenting all the while on how good Heather felt. She built up her pace and the pressure until she knew Heather could take it no longer.

“That’s it, Slave, come for me. Show me how much you want me.” Catherine purred. It was all the permission Heather needed. She gave into her urges and her legs clamped around Catherine’s hands as the waves of her orgasm took control. She opened her mouth and screamed in ecstasy as the ripples swept through her body, her eyes clouding over with stars. All the while Catherine watched, a smile on her face. As Heather’s shakes subsided Catherine removed her hands and looked down at her Girl.

“Next time, you’ll answer the phone, won’t you, Kitten?” She asked quietly.

Punishment By Cell Phone

halfbloodme — Sat, 25 Aug 2007 12:08:32 CDT

Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Catherine/Lady Heather
Author:halfbloodme
Prompt: cell phone
Summary: Heather has been ignoring her Mistress's calls
Word Count: 1019
A/N: I don't own these wonderful characters. Although they're fighting with the SG-1 ladies to work out who has the right to own me.

Heather looked at her cell. Catherine’s name showed up on the lit screen as the phone danced its way across her desk. Heather sighed and ignored it as best she could. She waited for Catherine to hang up and then put her phone onto the “Meeting” profile. It would vibrate once and then give no other sign it was ringing. It wasn’t like Heather to ignore Catherine’s calls, but today was different. Last night they had gone beyond business, had given into the temptation and had dinner, gone back to Catherine’s and, in Heather’s honest opinion had the best sex ever. But now it felt strange. Last night she had allowed herself to give in to her emotions, forgotten her vows of not letting them control her. Heather had no idea what Catherine would expect from her and she didn’t think she could handle the strawberry-blond right now.

Catherine’s lips were so warm, so soft, so inviting. Heather pressed her own against them and kissed hungrily, passionately. Catherine’s hand rode up and caressed the warm, wet opening between Heather’s legs.

Heather rose from her position behind the desk and walked over to the window as the phone rang again. Memories of last night flashed through her mind. She couldn’t concentrate on the paperwork she had to get done for her accountant. Catherine plagued her thoughts, left little tears in her ability to focus. She gripped the windowsill and looked out into the garden.

Their bodies thrashed together, rolling, twisting, and creasing Catherine’s fresh sheets. Neither woman taking control, both equal, enjoying the feel and taste of her lover.

As the phone vibrated once more, Heather sighed deeply. When had the boundaries become so blurred? It had been fine when it was just business between friends. But last night could change everything.

“Won’t you just leave me alone?” She asked her reflection.
“Is that any way to address Your Mistress?” Catherine’s voice made Heather jump.
“No, Mistress Catherine…. I didn’t… I wasn’t….” Heather dropped to her knees, head bowed, legs slightly apart, hands behind her back.
“Why haven’t you answered my calls, Girl?” Catherine’s voice was firm.
“I… I had a meeting… Mistress. I put the phone on silent vibrate and haven’t heard it.” Heather gulped.
“Don’t lie to me, Heather. You know I hate liars. I’ve seen your work diary for today. You’ve had no meetings.” Catherine walked closer, her eyes on her Pet.
“I’m sorry, Mistress.” Heather whispered.
“You will be.” Catherine practically growled. “Stand and assume the position over the desk.”

Heather was grateful they were alone. The Dominion was closed on a Tuesday, none of the staff or clients would be able to hear or see what was going on. She did as she was told, without question. Somehow the idea of being punished had seemed easier to cope with than the idea of Catherine finding out that she was emotionally confused. Perhaps it would be. But the apprehension that was building up inside of her as it always did before receiving her Mistress’s displeasure was making her feel worse than she had when she was just thinking about her confusion. She bent over the desk, her hands gripped to the sides, and bowed her head.

“Legs apart, Slave. One foot to each leg of the desk.” Catherine didn’t raise her voice, but the clipped tone told Heather that she meant business.
“Yes Mistress.” Heather almost whimpered as she carried out her order.
“And stop your whining. You haven’t had cause to yet.” Catherine’s voice was commanding. Heather stood stock-still and waited patiently.

Catherine took her time in walking up behind Heather. She watched her submissive carefully, waiting for any sign that the slightly younger woman would be any more trouble.

Catherine led Heather by the hand and gently pushed her onto the bed. She lay down on top of her inch by inch and kissed every part of her lover that she could reach.

Catherine pushed the memories out of her head. Last night would be discussed later. For now she had a naughty Girl to punish. One who ignored her Mistress’s calls. An idea popped into her head. As she reached Heather she grabbed the brunette’s cell phone from the desk and her own from her pocket.

“Skirt up, Heather. Leave your panties on.” Catherine watched as Heather complied without hesitation. She could see the slight twitch as Heather braced herself for a spanking.

Heather hated herself for not picking up the phone when she was meant to. She knew that she was in the wrong and for that deserved to be punished. There was something about the familiar routine that she found comforting. She was finally able to push aside her questioning doubt about the night before and concentrate. The shame was beginning to build inside her as Catherine spoke again.

“Ordinarily I’d give you six of the best for your behaviour. But I have a better idea. Seeing as you like the vibrate function of your phone so much….” Catherine trailed off.

She placed Heather’s phone in the palm of her left hand and then moved her hand between Heather’s legs. She pressed it against Heather’s pussy and using her own cell hit speed dial. The phone vibrated once and then stopped. Heather flinched slightly at the touch. Catherine hung up her phone and repeated the process, again and again, causing her Girl to get agitated, but not providing enough power to actually bring her to orgasm. Heather moaned and tried to push herself against the phone, desperate for release. Catherine removed her hand and placed the cell back on the desk.

“Next time I ring, be sure to pick up. And don’t even think of relieving yourself, Girl. I will know.” Catherine said as she stood back admiring her handiwork.
“Yes, Mistress.” Heather answered quietly. “Thank you for showing me the error of my ways.”
“I want you to put your phone back onto normal. And be sure you’re home before I finish work. I will not tolerate tardiness.” And with that, Catherine left, leaving her submissive to ponder her actions.

An Alternative Dirty Weekend

halfbloodme — Sat, 25 Aug 2007 12:06:38 CDT

Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Catherine/Lady Heather, Catherine/Wendy, Lady Heather/Calleigh, Wendy/Calleigh
Author: halfbloodme
Prompt: Catherine and Lady Heather allow their Pets to play together
Summary: Catherine and Lady Heather take their Girls away for the weekend
Word Count: 3460
A/N: I don't own these wonderful characters. Although they're fighting with the SG-1 ladies to work out who has the right to own me.
Written by request of mandala

Catherine was sat on the sofa reading the latest forensics journal, dressed in black leather pants and a red halter-top, her legs dangling over the arm. The quiet winter lodge that she and Heather had rented for the weekend was peaceful and ideal, miles away from civilisation, they would have the freedom to do whatever they chose, providing Heather made it through the blizzard outside. She turned to the girl kneeling beside her, head down, eyes on the carpet and smiled. Wendy looked amazing in her uniform of pink lace bra and panties. She reached down and stroked her hair softly. It had been three months since she’d taken the lab rat on as her submissive and Wendy had proved to be worth it. As Catherine withdrew her hand, the doorbell rang.

“Answer the door, Wendy. That will be Lady Heather and her Girl.” Her voice was firm.
“Yes, Mistress Catherine.” Wendy replied and instantly rose to her feet.

The brunette hurried out of the room and along the hallway to the front door. She opened it, her head down avoiding eye contact with Heather and her Pet.

“May I take your coats?” She asked quietly after showing the two of them in.
“No that’s quite alright, Girl. Just show Calleigh where to put them.” Heather’s tone matched that of her Mistress. Wendy nodded in response.
“My Mistress is waiting for you in the living room.” Wendy gestured down the hallway.

Heather allowed Calleigh to take her coat from her then turned to face her. She smiled and stroked her girl’s cold face.

“I’m sure Catherine won’t mind if Wendy shows you where to change into your uniform. Hang up my coat and then take the bags to the bedroom. Get changed and then return to me.”

“Yes Lady Heather.” Calleigh answered softly and watched her Mistress disappear down the hallway.

“You can hang the coats in the closet over there.” Wendy smiled at Calleigh. It was weird for them to see each other in this situation. After Calleigh’s transfer to the Vegas Crime Lab, the two women had become fast friends and gone on a couple of dates. It was Wendy who had recommended Heather to Calleigh.
“Do you want a hand with the bags? She’d never know. We don’t have to walk past the living room.” Wendy asked quietly so as not to be heard by their Mistresses.
“Sure, thanks Wendy.”

*

Heather walked into the living room and was greeted by a smiling Catherine who stood the minute she entered the room. She walked forward and wrapped her arms around her. The two women kissed briefly and collapsed onto the sofa.

“I was worried you wouldn’t make it when I saw the blizzard pick up out there. We got here just before it started to get heavy.” Catherine said once they had gotten comfortable.
“We very nearly didn’t. It’s just as well Calleigh’s quick at putting snow chains on tyres.” Heather laughed.
“How is she working out?” Catherine’s curiosity was getting the better of her. She still felt like she was Heather’s submissive rather than her equal.
“Not bad. I mean, she has a few rough edges that need smoothing, just like you did, but she’ll get there.” Heather smiled at the quick flash of jealousy that flickered across Catherine’s face. “Of course, she’s never going to replace my favourite pet.”

Catherine smiled broadly. She still visited The Dominion occasionally, to relive old times, and hearing Heather’s praise reminded her that a part of her would always belong to her old Mistress.

“What about Wendy?” Heather asked. “Is she giving you any trouble?”
“She’s taken to it like a duck to water.” Catherine answered. “She doesn’t have a problem with my authority. In fact… I’m thinking of offering her a collar if this weekend pans out.”
“She must be doing a good job then.” Heather replied. “You’re a tough Mistress to please, Catherine.”
“I learnt from the best, My Lady.” Catherine smiled and raised her head. Wendy had just arrived in the doorway.
“How much of our conversation have you heard, My Pet?” She asked, her voice laced with mild annoyance.
“Not a word, Mistress.” Wendy answered honestly, her head down, hands behind her back.
“Good. Now come stand by me. I presume you have shown Calleigh where everything is.”
“Yes, Mistress. She is just getting into her uniform.” Wendy walked over to Catherine’s side, feeling more vulnerable with the presence of Heather. Once beside her Mistress she took up the position she had held in the doorway.
“Tell me, Heather, what do you think of my Girl?” Catherine asked casually.
“She’s beautiful.” Heather smiled, looking Wendy up and down, admiring the way she kept her position, even under scrutiny. “You have her well trained, Catherine.”

Catherine smiled back and moved her hand in Wendy’s eyesight, pointing at the floor. Wendy immediately knelt on the spot Catherine had pointed at and positioned herself with her legs slightly apart, her back straight, hands clasped in front of her, her head still bowed.

“Good Girl.” Catherine stroked Wendy’s hair gently, allowing her fingers to play, even after Calleigh had appeared in the doorway. The Southern blond was barefoot now, wearing a black lace bra and matching thong, her long blond hair tied back into a tight ponytail. Catherine smiled; Heather did like to have her Girls in black.

“Here.” This time it was Heather speaking. Calleigh walked over to her Lady and stood by her side, eyes on the carpet. “What do you reckon, Catherine?” She turned to her fellow Domme.
“She’s gorgeous.” Catherine smiled appraisingly. “She knows how to obey you.”
“That’s because she’s on a warning to behave. Aren’t you Girl?” Heather’s head swung sharply towards Calleigh.
“Yes, Lady Heather.” The blond’s voice was barely above a whisper.
“Would you like to tell Mistress Catherine why I almost brought someone else in your place?”
“I answered My Lady back when I shouldn’t have and refused to be blindfolded.” Calleigh answered, shame in her voice.
“Do you know that had you been Mistress Catherine’s girl you would have been left behind for less?” Heather asked.
“Yes, My Lady.”
“Down.” Heather watches as Calleigh takes the same kneeling position as Wendy and turns to face Catherine again. “As I said, like someone else I know.”

*

A few hours later, after a quiet dinner, the four women retired into the bedroom to begin the night Catherine and Heather had planned. Both submissives dressed their mistresses in more comfortable attire and knelt by their feet. So far both girls had behaved well. The Mistress on the other hand hadn’t taken their hands off each other all night. They had sat at dinner, holding hands across the table, playing footsie with each other. The chemistry between Catherine and Heather was undeniable. But both Calleigh and Wendy had avoided staring. They had eaten in silence, doing, as their Mistresses had demanded. It was a new thing to both of them to have other people present. But both girls had done their best not to show Catherine and Heather up.

Now sitting on the bed, Heather leant into Catherine and whispered something into her ear, making the strawberry-blond’s eyes widen with shock and amusement. She nodded in reply before turning to Wendy.

“Tell me, My Pet, do you find Calleigh attractive?” She asked quietly, almost daring Wendy not to answer.

Wendy was a little taken aback by her Mistress’s question but knew that not answering would only serve to aggravate Catherine, resulting in certain punishment.

“I do, Mistress Catherine. Calleigh is a very beautiful woman.” A blush of red spread across Wendy’s cheeks.
“And you, Calleigh, do you find Mistress Catherine’s Girl attractive?” Heather leant into her submissive.
“Very much so, My Lady. Wendy is very strikin’ in appearance.” Calleigh’s voice was soft, a trace of lust fighting to reach the surface, struggling to keep her servile tone.
“Would you like to kiss her?” Heather asked, smiling at the looks on both submissives’ faces.

Calleigh didn’t know how best to respond. Answering honestly in this instance might make the punishment more severe than lying, but Heather would see straight through the lie. She resisted the urge to fidget uncomfortably and answered as best as she could.

“I would, My Lady, providin’ you and Mistress Catherine have no objection.” She kept her head down.
“What about you, My Pet? Would you like to know what Calleigh’s lips taste like?” Catherine asked, stroking Wendy’s hair with one hand, her other running along Heather’s hair.

Wendy swallowed hard before answering, knowing that Catherine’s gentle strokes could turn to a short sharp smack if she displeased her.

“Very much so, Mistress, as long as you and Lady Heather are agreeable.” Her voice was quiet, her cheeks red in colour again.

Catherine and Heather looked at each other and smiled. It appeared that they had been right about the attraction between the two women. Catherine leant into Heather and whispered softly. Heather nodded in agreement with her lover, lust beginning to darken her eyes. Catherine drew back and watched the two girls carefully.

“Lady Heather and I have reached a decision. Both of you have behaved exceptionally well this evening. In fact, so well that we think you deserve a reward.” Her voice was low and husky.
“If you both have no objections, Mistress Catherine and I are giving you permission to play with each other tonight.” Heather interjected.

Two pairs of eyes widened. Two women tried not to gasp in shock. Neither was sure what had sparked the reward, but both girls knew that their Mistresses weren’t normally so generous.

“Although there are a few rules we expect you to follow.” Heather’s tone was firm and sharp.
“If you break one rule, you will return to us immediately and we will make sure we never bring you two together again. Is that understood?” Catherine almost dared the girls to object.
“Yes, Mistresses.” Wendy and Calleigh answered as one.
“You will keep to the mattress in the corner set aside for you both.” Heather pointed to the double mattress Catherine and Wendy had brought through from another room before her and Calleigh’s arrival.
“Neither of you is allowed to penetrate the other. That is a privilege reserved for your Mistress and your Mistress only.” Catherine looked at Calleigh particularly when saying this. She’d heard rumours on the grapevine that Calleigh enjoyed that particular aspect of sex.
“At no time will you look back or be distracted by what Mistress Catherine and I are doing. We wouldn’t expect you to look at us under normal circumstances, you certainly won’t now.” Heather said, leaving no room for argument.
“Are you both clear on the rules?” Catherine asked, looking at both submissives.
“Yes Mistress Catherine.” Calleigh and Wendy answered without hesitation.
“Well… off you go.” Heather smiled softly and watched as the two women stood and moved over to the mattress, Calleigh wrapping her arm around Wendy’s waist.

*

Calleigh laid Wendy down on the mattress and lay down on top of her, careful not to crush the beautiful brunette. She pressed her lips to Wendy’s passionately allowing her urges to take control, she was barely aware of the watchful eyes of their mistresses as she closed her own and Wendy kissed her back, parting her lips and allowing Calleigh’s tongue access to her mouth.

*

Catherine’s hand rose up, inside Heather’s negligee as they watched their pets. Heather leant into the strawberry-blond and kissed the soft, warm skin just below Catherine’s ear as Calleigh began to do the same to Wendy. Catherine tilted her head to allow Heather better access before turning inwards and capturing Heather’s lips in her own.

*

Wendy reached her arms around Calleigh, as she felt the familiar tingle begin to grow between her legs. She quickly and easily unhooked Calleigh’s bra and slid the straps off Calleigh’s shoulders before raking her fingers along the soft, snow white back, careful not to mark Lady Heather’s pet.

*

Heather responded hungrily to Catherine’s kiss, parting her lips and running her tongue across Catherine’s, requesting access. She ran one hand through Catherine’s tresses, raising the other one and cupping the older woman’s cheek. She heard her Girl gasp and smiled against Catherine’s lips.

*

Calleigh shifted slightly in order to pull her bra off, and moved her lips back to Wendy’s briefly before kissing her way down and across Wendy’s collarbone. Wendy gasped at the tingles Calleigh’s kisses sent running through her body. If it weren’t for the occasional moan coming from across the room, she would have forgotten that her Mistress and Lady Heather were present.

*

Catherine fell backwards onto the bed, pulling Heather with her. She reached down and pulled at Heather’s silk negligee, bringing it up and over her lover’s body. Heather moved to allow Catherine to pull the garment off her and then set about removing Catherine’s, desperate for skin on skin contact.

*

Calleigh slipped her arms under Wendy, causing the brunette to arch her back slightly. Within moments the blond had undone the pink lace encapsulating Wendy’s breasts and pulled the bra from her throwing it to the floor. She continued to kiss a trail downwards, gently exploring the soft mounds. She was careful not to bite or leave marks, mindful that she any marks would be seen as a challenge of Catherine’s ownership.

*

Catherine arched her back and raised her arms, allowing her former mistress to remove her negligee. She wrapped a leg around Heather, pulling her closer. Heather reached up with one hand and pinned Catherine’s hands to the bed. She allowed the other hand to begin exploring Catherine’s body. She never ceased to be amazed by the softness of the older woman’s skin. Catherine moaned softly, hungry for Heather’s touch and struggled slightly against the hand Heather was using to keep her hands in position.

*

Wendy cupped Calleigh’s pert buttocks in her hand and softly needed the flesh, making Calleigh groan with desire. She rolled onto her back, pulling Wendy on top of her and met Wendy’s lips, hungrily kissing her. She pulled the brunette’s bottom lip into her mouth and sucked on it, running her hands between Wendy’s thighs. Catherine’s moan reminding her that the soft, slick warmth of Wendy’s passage was off limits, she traced the inside of Wendy’s thighs and probed softly, searching out Wendy’s already swollen clit.

*

Heather leaned her head into Catherine’s ear and whispered huskily.

“Not yet, Catherine. I want you to be ready for me.” Her words caused Catherine to stop struggling. She turned her head and captured Heather’s lips once again. Kissing her passionately. Even now when she didn’t have to let the brunette take control, she was still willing to succumb to her.

*

Wendy gasped as Calleigh found her clit and slid her hands between them. With one hand she began to play with Calleigh’s hardened nipples, gently rolling one and then the other between forefinger and thumb, her other hand riding lower, seeking out Calleigh’s clit.

*

Heather broke the kiss and nibbled on Catherine’s earlobe causing her former Pet to groan with pleasure. Catherine could feel the wetness growing between her legs, her hunger intensifying. Her hips bucked upwards involuntarily and Heather ground her hips against Catherine’s.

“You always were my favourite.” Heather whispered into Catherine’s ear. “I just couldn’t tell you when you were in my service.”

Catherine moaned, her eyes darkened with lust. Spurred on by Heather’s words, she whispered back.

“Take control of me again, My Lady… like you used to.” Her voice was husky with desire.

*

Calleigh moaned into the kiss as Wendy’s fingers found her clit. The two women matched each other’s strokes and pinches, both wanting release, neither forgetting the other’s needs. Calleigh was finding it hard to keep to the no penetration rule and wondered if Catherine and Heather would notice, by the sounds of it the two women on the bed were pretty engrossed with each other. She broke away from the kiss and whispered into Wendy’s ear.

“Do you think we can risk breakin’ the rules?” Wendy’s eyes widened. She knew what Calleigh wanted, knew how wonderful it felt to have Calleigh inside her. But at the same time she knew what would happen if they got caught. Was it worth the risk?

*

Heather smiled at Catherine’s request and bit down on her earlobe.

“What do you want me to do, Catherine?” Heather whispered.
“Fuck me, hard…. As many fingers as you think I can take….” Catherine whispered back.

Heather let go of Catherine’s wrists, allowing her freedom of movement once again and lowered her hand between Catherine’s legs. She ran a hand along Catherine’s wetness, lubricating her fingers in Catherine’s own juices before roughly pushing three fingers inside her lover. Catherine groaned and closed her eyes, this was exactly what she wanted. As Heather began to thrust in and out of her, Catherine brought one hand down and slid it between them, pinching Heather’s clit between her forefinger and thumb.

*

“Maybe….” Wendy whispered back…. But not like this.” She knew that even when Catherine appeared to have completely lost control she could still detect the slightest bit of misbehaviour.

Making a quick decision, Wendy broke contact with Calleigh momentarily and kissed her way down the blond’s body. Once she’d reached the point where her fingers had been moments before, she swung her body round and sucked Calleigh’s clit into her mouth. Calleigh immediately understood what was going on and ran her tongue along the length of Wendy’s wetness, before flicking it inside her lover.

*

Heather ground her hips into Catherine as Catherine started playing with her clit. She was tingling throughout her body, desperate for relief. She thrust harder inside Catherine, flicking her thumb out and playing with the CSI’s clit, curling her fingers as she thrust inside, rubbing Catherine’s g-spot every time she thrust inwards. Catherine moaned and made circular motions with her fingers, bringing her other hand down to Heather’s breasts and massaging the brunette’s flesh.

*

Wendy moaned with pleasure as Calleigh’s tongue snaked it’s way inside her. She tried to stop her hips from moving in time with Calleigh’s mouth, aware that if Catherine were looking their way she’d be able to guess what was happening, but she couldn’t control her body’s actions or needs. She flicked Calleigh’s clit with her tongue before gently biting it. Calleigh thrust harder in response, pressing her tongue against Wendy’s g-spot.

*

Heather groaned and kissed Catherine, demanding and receiving entrance to the older woman’s warm hot mouth. Catherine responded just as hungrily, bucking her hips and grinding them against Heather’s, she was so close, and she could feel that Heather was too. Keeping her thumb on Heather’s clit, she slid two fingers inside the brunette and began to thrust, matching Heather’s pace. Both women had lost all worry about whether or not their Girls were breaking the rules, focusing only on their own needs and each other.

*

Wendy was the first to be overcome by her orgasm, her body shuddering and her back arching. She forced herself to focus on Calleigh, keeping going and not biting down as her orgasm took hold. Calleigh joined her seconds later, her body stiffening as the orgasm hit. Both women shook, riding out the wave of pleasure together before collapsing onto the mattress. Wendy slowly rolled of off Calleigh and turned herself round so that her head lay on the pillow next to the Southern CSI’s. The looked into each other’s eyes and smiled. It didn’t matter that they had broken the rules. Their mistresses obviously hadn’t noticed. Calleigh brushed the hair out of Wendy’s eyes and rested her head on the other woman’s shoulder.

*

Within moments, Catherine’s back arched, Heather ground herself against the older woman with more force and the two women reached orgasm. Both were barely aware that their fingers were slowing. Catherine collapsed onto the bed, Heather on top of her. She gently removed her fingers from the younger woman and smiled, Heather smiled back at her and rolled off. They turned their heads to their submissives and huge grins spread across their faces. Calleigh and Wendy had fallen asleep, Calleigh’s head on Wendy’s shoulder.

“Guess our girls had as much fun as we did.” Heather whispered before kissing Catherine and tiptoeing over to the sleeping pair. She covered them up and returned to Catherine and pulling up the covers on the bed.
“Wait ‘til they see what we have planned for tomorrow.” Catherine whispered before pulling Heather into her arms and falling asleep as well.

An Extract From Lady Heather's Diary

halfbloodme — Sat, 25 Aug 2007 11:59:08 CDT

Rating: Pg-13 - mention of collars and roles of submissives but nothing graphic
Pairing: Catherine/Lady Heather
Author: halfbloodme
Prompt: Diary
Summary: Catherine arrives at the Dominion for the first time.
Word Count: 772
A/N: I don't own these wonderful characters. Although they're fighting with the SG-1 ladies to work out who has the right to own me.
Thanks go to: sleepy_jaffa for giving it the once over and to mandala who has me hooked on this pairing.

26th June

There are days when I wonder if in taking Catherine on, I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. Admittedly, as far as submissives go, she’s a prize possession that many other mistresses would love to get their hands on, but she’s also strong-willed, impetuous, finds it hard to take orders. And yet… she’s so eager to please me. When Catherine obeys she does so with perfection, rarely moving too slowly or missing a single instruction. When she behaves herself, Catherine is the perfect pet.

I have to admit I was shocked when she agreed to be collared. I never thought I’d see the day. But the way her eyes lit up when I opened the box containing the two collars, made me realise just how certain she is about her role as submissive. I teased her with them, singing her praises as if I was talking about another of my pets. I made her think that if she wanted to earn them she would have to reach a higher level of my esteem. The whole time testing her ability to realise that whilst the submissive holds the power, the Domme is the one who decides when it is time to offer the privilege of ownership. Ultimately though, it is up to the submissive to choose.

Catherine’s eyes grew sullen as I continued to talk about this wonderful woman who would be offered the collars. The one to be worn with in my Dominion, a thick leather strip with my monogram emblazoned in silver at the front, and the smaller leather thong with it’s single white bead that could be worn in the outside world without suspicion. The single bead showing that the submissive had reached a certain level. Others of varying colours are added as the submissive progresses. I’ve never seen a sub so disappointed in their achievements. When I could hold it in no longer I raised her head and told her that they were meant for her. But that with them came great responsibility.

I told her that I expected her to realise, that accepting the collars would mean accepting my ownership of her. That I would require her to behave, particularly in public and that any behaviour to the contrary, whether she was becoming too rebellious or full of herself, and I will not hesitate in taking them back. Catherine accepted the terms without hesitation. She told me that she desires no other Mistress, that she is ready to accept my ownership and that in doing so she is placing her trust in me. It was a good answer, and no less than I’d expect from my favourite submissive.

I haven’t told her that she’s my favourite, that would only lead to her becoming more troublesome, I’m sure. But the truth is my affection for Catherine has deepened beyond the affection I normally feel for my regular submissives. Maybe I should have said no when she approached me about it. After our first meeting, we bumped into each other a few times and that led to us arranging to meet away from work, we became friends. Both of us mothers, both of us strong-willed women seeking company away from work. It took a little over a year for her to ask me if I would consider dominating her, it took me less than an hour to agree. But now… as much as I know we’re both enjoying the experience, I wonder if I shouldn’t have gone with my instincts and trained her as a Domme. It would mean that my feelings towards her were more appropriate.

As a Domme, my first rule is never to fall for any of my submissives, my staff or my clients, but Catherine was a friend first. And now… now I am tempted to say that… no. I can’t even bring myself to write it here, if I do, it’ll be true and that would only cause problems. What I will say is that I love her rebellious streak, even though as a Mistress I shouldn’t. Maybe I let her get away with more than I let my other subs get away with, but then… she’s Catherine, with her strawberry-blond hair, blue eyes, fabulous body, wicked smile…. She’s gotten under my skin alright. But she’ll never know. I won’t tell her, because it would break the boundaries between us and because I know she doesn’t reciprocate the feelings…

I’ll stop there, before I allow myself to say something that I’ll regret, that and I need to get ready. She’ll be here in an hour, and I need to prepare myself.

And So It Starts

halfbloodme — Sat, 25 Aug 2007 11:57:31 CDT

Rating: R ish - I don't like rating anything that takes place at The Dominion lower than this
Pairing: Catherine/Lady Heather
Author:halfbloodme
Prompt: Beginnings
Summary: Catherine arrives at the Dominion for the first time.
Word Count: 100
A/N: I don't own these wonderful characters. Although they're fighting with the SG-1 ladies to work out who has the right to own me.

Catherine paced nervously. The girl that had shown her in had disappeared upstairs. She wasn’t sure if she should even be doing this. But Lady Heather had said that she’d be good at it. The Dominatrix had captivated Catherine’s imagination. Had made her want to explore a new side of her.

It was the initial training that worried her the most. Lady Heather had said she would need to be trained as a submissive first. Catherine was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she didn’t hear Lady Heather enter.

“Are you ready to begin?” Lady Heather asked softly.

A Special Night

halfbloodme — Sat, 25 Aug 2007 11:55:49 CDT

Fandom: CSI
Rating: R ish
Pairing: Catherine/Lady Heather
Author:halfbloodme
Prompt: Red
Summary: It's a special night at The Dominion
Word Count: 100
A/N: I don't own these wonderful characters. Although they're fighting with the SG-1 ladies to work out who has the right to own me.

The silk of her corset was a dark, seductive red, trimmed with black lace. Her hair a mass of curls atop her head. Her long skirt was made of the same red silk, her shawl was black like the lace trim. Lady Heather had taken extra care in getting ready this afternoon. Her make up immaculate as always accented her outfit superbly. She smiled at herself in the mirror.

Tonight was going to be a special night. Catherine didn’t know it yet, but three years of training would come to an end and she would receive the title of Mistress.

You've Earned It

halfbloodme — Sat, 25 Aug 2007 11:53:43 CDT

Fandom: CSI
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: Catherine/Lady Heather
Author: halfbloodme
Prompt: Collar
Summary: The Submissive recieves her first collar from her Mistress
Word Count: 100
A/N: I don't own these wonderful characters. Although they're fighting with the SG-1 ladies to work out who has the right to own me.
Written for mandala as a thank you for our RP

“Come here, Pet.” Her voice is strong, authoritative.

Her Slave walks forward, head bowed. She stands in front of her mistress, unsure of what is to expect, certain that she has behaved herself well today.

“I have something for you.” The Mistress turns and lifts something from the bed. Slowly, she brings her hands under her girl’s eyes to show her the brown leather strip in her hands.

The Slave’s eyes widen with surprise, as she understands what is about to happen.

“You’ve earned it.” Catherine purrs. She fastens it around her Slave’s neck.

“Thank you, Mistress.” Heather answers softly.

Lady Heather's Dominion

halfbloodme — Sat, 25 Aug 2007 11:49:13 CDT

This section is dedicated to all fics involving Lady Heather Kessler. That wonderful Dominatrix who captured the hearts of so many CSI fans. Please remember that fics within this section are likely to be NC-17 in rating so if you are underage, please do not look through these pages.

Movies

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"I Think I Love You"
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CSI Femme Slash, an introduction

halfbloodme — Sun, 18 Mar 2007 10:14:33 CDT

Welcome to the CSI Femme Slash Site, a wiki dedicated to the female/female pairings that have come about in the CSI fandom. Here you will find graphics/fics and more to do with the lovely ladies from all three CSI series.

So take a look around - each series has it's own special area and there's also an area for crossover stuff too. The site is slowly being developed and we hope you enjoy it.

- halfbloodme

Our sister site is Cath and Sara
The CSI Femme Slash livejournal can be found here

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