With a Bow on Top

F. Leonora Solomon

Annette was dressed perfectly, with grown-up bows and everyone admiring her. She knew she had presence. Beauty was her thing; she was beautiful and she surrounded herself with it. It was her privilege. It had been the driving force in her life. She had gotten everything she wanted because of her beauty.

Once, Sabrina held her cheeks so fiercely between her fingers, Annette feared she would bleed and ruin her face.

Ruin her beauty.

At the time, she had not known that Sabrina was a sadist.

At the time, she had not known that she would surrender to her, and love it.

They met in a museum café, while randomly seated next to each other. Even though Annette had never been attracted to women, there was such an all-encompassing energy about Sabrina that she felt drawn to her. Her clothes were beautiful, as was her face. At closer inspection, she was not classically beautiful like Annette herself was. But the beauty she possessed was of another desired kind.

“I saw you looking at the Delvaux,” Sabrina said quietly as she folded her napkin on her lap.

Annette didn’t even realize that she was talking to her. Until she heard the name of the artist that she had been obsessed with for years. He was a surrealist artist without all of the fanfare of Dalí and Magritte. Annette loved Delvaux. She’d been staring at the piece in the gallery for such a long time without realising that anyone was looking at her.

“You looked like you could have been part of the painting. I kept waiting for you to walk into it.”

Annette stared at Sabrina. The same look was on her face when she modelled that very same painting in Sabrina’s house. Naked, but for a huge bow about her breasts, just like the woman in the Delvaux. Sabrina wore a bowler hat, like many of the men wore in several Delvaux paintings.

And nothing else.

“You told me that you had a Delvaux, I thought you meant an original, not a replica,” she had said to Sabrina, the first time she went home with her.

But they both knew that it didn’t make a difference. Annette would have followed her home anyway. Sabrina probably could have bought a Delvaux, but the replica that she had in her home was framed in gold and so exquisite that it really didn’t matter.

“Take off your dress,” was Sabrina’s response.

Annette stared at her at first. It was weird for her to hear Sabrina say it, yet at the same time it wasn’t a surprise. They had been to several museums together by that point, including a Delvaux exhibition in Paris. Annette stood so close to one of them, that she felt like she would walk into the painting like Sabrina said when they first met. Sabrina stood behind her, close enough for Annette to feel her breasts graze against her back.

Feeling Sabrina’s breasts, or her fingers brushing her hair off her face or her lips when she kissed her, were sensations that Annette became accustomed to. She had never been attracted to a woman before like this. She admired beauty, so beautiful people were on her radar. But Sabrina had her mesmerised in a way that she did not even define as sexual at first. Annette literally was so enthralled that she could not stay away from her, wanted to know what she thought about everything. Sabrina, until she closed her eyes and even in her dreams - she could not get enough of her.

She took off her dress the way that Sabrina had asked her to. Sabrina smiled and tipped her bowler hat at her, before she slowly undressed herself.

Annette felt more than naked after she took off her clothes, standing there in just her garter belt and stockings.

“No panties?” Sabrina asked, dragging her fingernail from Annette’s navel to the beginning of her slit.

Annette bit her lip, and shifted nervously. Her nipples were hard from the coolness of the room and Sabrina being so close to her. She knew she was damp, as Sabrina ran her finger back up to her navel again, and let her finger circle inside it. Annette started at the Delvaux replica, and. the next thing she knew, she was the sitting in the chair with a bow about her breasts. Sabrina straddled her with her bowler hat and nothing else on.

Sabrina demanded that she wore bows all the time. Annette was surprised. She never imagined herself in a dominant/submissive relationship. None of the things that she had read about or seen in the most explicit books or films would have made her imagine what she shared with Sabrina.

She had thought she would have to wear a collar; Sabrina was not interested in that at all. But she did demand that Annette always wore a bow. She could wear bows anywhere she liked: on her shoes, her panties, as a charm on her anklet. Sometimes Annette got manicures with bows - simple black or studded, depending on her mood. Sabrina didn’t care about what kind of bows, as long as at least one was present.

A jewelled bow hung from Annette’s anklet as a charm. There were bows at the very tops of her stockings, as well as along her garter belt and bra.

Sabrina looked more than pleased when she saw her, sitting at the candlelit table. Annette smiled at her as she sipped her whiskey sour and, without moving her eyes from her, tied a knot with the stem of her maraschino cherry with her tongue as Sabrina liked her to. The look on Sabrina’s face as she watched her made her hot, but she did not lose her concentration as she made a knot of that stem. The bows and knots meant something. It was like they were tying the knot every time she wore them, or made a knot with a cherry. Neatly, Annette placed the knotted stem on her dish.

Not one for public demonstrations of affection, Annette melted when she felt Sabrina’s hand high on her thigh under the table after she sat down. She could not remember what it felt like to be in love before she was in love with Sabrina. Annette closed her eyes with pleasure, as Sabrina gripped her thigh with possession.

She loved Sabrina, and it both scared and thrilled her. Her leg curled around her calf, as she shifted under Sabrina’s lazy, but possessive, touch.

“Are you wet?” Sabrina asked her under her breath.

Annette nodded vigorously, then realised that Sabrina was not looking at her.

“Yes, S, yes, I am wet,” she stated so there would be no confusion.

“Show me.”

Annette almost came with the pressure of Sabrina’s hand on her uppermost thigh, as she slipped her hand under the table and dipped her finger between her legs. She wanted to keep stroking her damp slit, but she did not if she wanted to make herself come. Sabrina did not control her orgasms, but she did not like to come unless Sabrina was involved.

Putting her hand back on the table, the candlelight made her wet fingertip and nail shimmer.

“Let me taste your arousal,” Sabrina said, squeezing her thigh even more possessively.

Annette nodded before dipping her finger into Sabrina’s cocktail, and swirling her finger around it. She sucked her finger after she finished stirring Sabrina’s drink, and tasted her arousal acutely, along with the sweetness of the whiskey and sour mix. She reached down to pull her charm from her stocking, then ran her finger over the smooth material of the stocking, satisfied she only felt the small snag. Neither she nor Sabrina liked imperfections about her appearance.

When they went home, Annette was saturated with desire. Sabrina was slow and deliberate about her seduction, which Annette loved until she needed to be touched. Sabrina pulled Annette’s legs onto her lap on the couch, and stroked her thighs absently until she paused on the snag on her stocking.

Annette froze.

“Where is your bow?”

Sabrina continued to stroke her stockinged legs, her finger circling her anklet within her ankle.

Annette sat up, and reached for her anklet, fishing through her charms. The bow charm was missing.

“It must have come loose this evening when it snagged my stocking...”

Sabrina’s face was undisturbed, which frightened Annette.

“You know I like you in bows...” Sabrina started.

“I am wearing bows, S!”

Annette desperately pulled up her dress to show Sabrina the studded bows at the top of her stockings. She fingered her garter belt to show off all of the tiny satin bows embroidered along the lace. Pulling her dress off of her as if it were on fire, Annette rubbed the bows that were on her bra. Opening her bra from the front, she released her full breasts and held them so Sabrina could see the tiny studded bows that pierced her nipples.

“You lost a bow, Annie, and that was careless of you. It is like you would throw me away. You know what the bows mean to me...to us...”

Sabrina smiled, and caressed Annette’s hard nipples so delicately that Annette sighed with pleasure. And wished she could take back that breath almost as soon as she exhaled it. Sabrina tugged her nipple, before she kissed it.

Annette’s clit thumped. She wanted to make love, but she was not naïve enough to not know that she was going to have to be very patient. Sabrina took off her blouse and skirt, placed them beside her bowler hat on the coffee table. She still wore a tie about her neck, silver and decorated with shimmering seraphs. She grabbed Annette’s hand, and they walked to the plush love seat in the corner. Annette’s heart and clitoris throbbed, each with their own rhythm, as she gulped. The love seat was by a window that was thinly curtained, and anyone that walked by could possibly see them.

In public, Sabrina would never touch her. But in her house, she loved to make love in front of open windows. Annette liked it too; she did not care who saw them making love.

“Open your legs,” Sabrina said, before she walked away from her.

Annette loved to look at Sabrina. Her curvaceous form made her mouth water for her softness and her taste, and Annette chewed on her lower lip as she watch Sabrina’s ample backside move out of the room. Her eyes were riveted to Sabrina’s large nipples as she walked back into the room with a red velvet box. Sabrina knelt between her legs, resting her hands on Annette’s thighs to spread them even more. She kissed the inside of Annette’s thighs as Annette squirmed, her clit twitching so much. Annette wanted Sabrina’s lips further up, even as her eyes were fastened on the sight of those lips as they kissed the inside of her thighs. She panted, when Sabrina pulled away, to sit back on her heels and open the red velvet box she had placed between her own knees.

Annette panted even harder, when Sabrina took a tiny studded bow clamp out of the box. Sabrina smiled and kissed her between her legs.

“Your pussy is so pretty,” Sabrina said dreamily. “It will be even prettier with a bow on top.”

Annette clamped her legs without meaning to - she knew that would disappoint Sabrina. Her face still undisturbed, Sabrina pulled her legs apart patiently and rubbed the bow of the clamp over and over her clit. Annette stayed perfectly still. Perfectly. She knew that she had to be perfect so that they could get past this and make love. She never confided in Sabrina, but when she was this turned on it felt almost good to have the clamp on her lips. The burn brought her close to climax - but she held back her orgasm until she and Sabrina made love.

Annette discovered with Sabrina that she had a very high pain threshold. She loved it when Sabrina slapped her breasts, or spanked her backside with her hands or a belt. Was it weird that she loved the sensation burning when she was turned on?

But the clamp did have a bite, and it took a while before the burning stopped and the pleasure began. Annette had learned a great deal of discipline with Sabrina. A discipline she had never imagined she’d missed. Taking a deep breath, she sat up straight like Sabrina liked her to, with her breasts high, as she put the clamp on her.

“Oh, you are so pretty with that bow on your pussy. Do you want to see how pretty your pussy looks to me, Annie?”

Annette nodded, even though it made the clamp feel even tighter. She felt like she would faint as Sabrina got up and walked away. She felt a fire between her legs, as she watched Sabrina’s sexy curves sway away from her. Sabrina returned with a gorgeous antique mirror, framed in ornate gold.

“There, there is my gorgeous Annie’s pussy,” Sabrina cooed. “Admire your pussy, Annie - hold the mirror and look at how pretty you are.”

Holding the mirror was excruciating, but Annie held it. Straight. She had to admit, her own bejewelled nudity excited her - tiny studded bows at her nipples, and a larger, decadent bow just under her clit.

In her reflection, Annette thought she saw someone looking at her in the window. But she blinked, and saw nothing - no one.

“Hold the mirror better, straighter,” Sabrina said smiling, and standing behind her. “Yes, yes, Annie.”

Annette held the mirror up, at an angle exposing both her bowed nipples and labia seen in the mirror. Sabrina took it out of her hand and knelt before her. They kissed. Annette had craved the sweetness of Sabrina’s mouth, her whiskey sour sweet mouth on hers. Sabrina caressed her breast with one hand and then picked up the mirror again so they could see what they were doing to each other; almost like a camera, like taking selfies - which was something Annette knew Sabrina would not do. They both liked looking at what they did to each other while they were making love. But neither one of them wanted to take pictures or film themselves. They valued their intimacy too much for that.

Sabrina looked up at Annette, before she carefully removed the clamp from her lips. The fire raged from the intensity of sensation. Annette slumped in the love seat, as Sabrina caressed her breasts. They breathed softly and in time with each other, as Annette adjusted to the intense sensation between her legs. It would be a while before they made love, but she was ultra-patient now that Sabrina had taught her how to be.

The next morning, when she woke up, Sabrina was not beside her in the bed.

Annette walked slowly into the living room, where she saw Sabrina at the window.

“You are going to need to clean that later,” Sabrina said, walking away and letting the thin curtain go.

Annette stared at the glass, and then smiled nervously at the jets of come that were on the window. There had been someone looking in on them from the night before, then... it was Annette’s pleasure to clean it up. She caressed the come on her side of the window and only stopped when Sabrina wrapped her arms about her waist. When she turned around to face Sabrina, she could see the reflection of the Delvaux replica above them and the come in the window.

“Annie...” Sabrina started. “You’re not wearing a bow, Annie.”

Blinking in confusion, Annette suddenly remembered taking her nipple rings off the night before and... not putting them back in again.