lesbian femdom

Lost in Eros

Book II: The Forest




Tascha’s Submission



Tascha tried to block out the fact of the lesbian orgy going on all around her by closing her eyes and bowing her head. Unfortunately there was not only the sound of something like forty women having loud, happy sex filling her ears, but there was also the thick, heady fragrance of feminine sexuality filling the air. Tascha was certain she had never been so turned on in her life. If she didn’t find some satisfaction soon, she felt sure she would go crazy from pure, blind horniness. She could no longer remember what point there was in resisting Daphne and the other sisters. Yes, they were obnoxious and Tascha was no one’s pet, but what difference did it really make if she gave in and played along. They weren’t really going to make her do anything that mattered. Tascha knew who she was and nothing they made her do would change that. Plus, if she promised to behave maybe she’d get to touch herself soon. She really needed to touch herself soon!



These were the thoughts careening through her nearly lust-crazed mind, when she felt a hand on her bare shoulder. The touch alone was enough to send a shiver of excitement through her. Then she heard Daphne’s voice, smooth as satin on ice, saying, “Have you had enough, pup?”



There was a vestige of resistance in her still, so there was a moment before she answered, and then her voice came out as a low, throaty gasp. Tascha said, “Yes.”



“I didn’t hear that, pup.” There was no rancor in Daphne’s voice, only a dry statement of fact.



“I said, ‘Yes, I’ve had enough.’ I’ll do whatever you want me to do,” Tascha said. As she said the words she slumped in the chair for the first time, as if something that had been holding her erect had just collapsed.



Daphne moved around in front of Tascha and took her chin in hand. The dark haired leader of the Sisterhood looked into Tascha’s eyes and said, “Tell me again.”



“I’ll do anything you want me to do. I’ll be a good pup.”



Daphne raised her eyebrow skeptically. “Well, we’ll see about that. Bring me the spreader,” she said to someone behind Tascha. A bar with a little leather belt at either end was handed to Daphne, who examined it idly and said, “Good, now untie her legs. Keep them spread, though!”



Two serving girls, neither of whom were Nina, hurried forward and untied the bonds around Tascha’s ankles and then her knees. Unfortunately, they understood Daphne’s instruction too well and held on to Tascha’s legs so she couldn’t squeeze her thighs together for a moment’s pleasure. “Here,” Daphne handed the “spreader” to the girl on Tascha’s left and said, “tie it just under her knees.”



The leather belts were fastened according to Daphne’s orders, one just under each knee, and the sturdy metal bar ensured that Tascha would not be able to close her legs. For a moment, Tascha hoped that this meant that Daphne wanted to make sure Tascha wouldn’t try to keep anyone from getting at her privates, which Tascha had no inclination to try anyway. All too quickly, though, she realized, the bar was simply intended to keep Tascha from trying to satisfy herself with the pressure and friction of her own legs.



“Untie her wrists,” Daphne commanded. “Don’t even think about touching yourself, pup.”



Tascha did as she was told, even though there was nothing she wanted more than to shove her left hand down between her legs. She was sure she could bring herself off in seconds flat.



“Get up,” Daphne said as soon as Tascha’s wrists were free. Tascha stood a bit awkwardly. Then, Daphne ordered, “Get down on your knees.”



Tascha was grateful to the two serving girls who helped her. After hours of sitting in that chair she was hardly flexible, and the spreader made things a bit difficult.



Daphne told Tascha, “Hold your ankles.”



As she complied, Tascha saw that most of the sisters were now watching her and Daphne. They seemed amused by this new entertainment. The two serving girls tied leather cords around Tascha’s wrists, and then tied each wrist to its respective ankle. Meanwhile, someone carried Tascha’s chair away.



Daphne stood in front of Tascha in all her imperious beauty and said, “You’re going to be a good pup now, eh? Well, here, you can start with kissing my foot.” She extended her foot and held it high enough that Tascha could bend her head to it.



This is exactly what Tascha did, without hesitation. She leaned forward and kissed the top of Daphne’s foot. When the woman did not pull it back, Tascha kissed it again. Daphne slowly lowered her foot, but Tascha followed it, bending lower to continue kissing.



Daphne chuckled a little and said, “Put her on her back.”



The serving girls hurried to comply, pulling Tascha back and lowering her so that she didn’t crack her head on the stone floor. Tascha’s knees were apart and up in the air, her pussy was on bold display. Daphne stood over her and smiled coldly.



When Daphne put her foot over Tascha’s mouth, Tascha raised her head a little and kissed Daphne’s sole. She didn’t stop at that, though, but proceeded to kiss and lick at Daphne’s foot as if it was the sex of her dearest lover. Of course, Tascha did not particularly enjoy kissing and licking Daphne’s foot – though she didn’t particularly mind it either – nor did she think of the haughty Daphne as anything remotely like a lover. Instead, Tascha was enthusiastically acting on the principle that the more convincing she was in her submission the sooner she would be allowed some release.



“Very good, pup,” Daphne smiled, taking her foot back. “Bring that cushion and put it under her head.”



A big pillow was brought and slipped under Tascha’s head. Daphne shrugged her sheer robe to the floor, stood naked over Tascha, with a foot on either side of her prone body, and then promptly knelt, landing with her knees on the pillow, one on either side of Tascha’s head. She looked down at Tascha’s face between her strong thighs and said, “Let’s see what a good pup you can be. No biting!”



Tascha had a moment to nod her understanding before Daphne scooted forward and shoved her naked, wet cunt down on Tascha’s mouth. Tascha wasted no time and immediately began to lap at Daphne. Simply having a woman’s juices on her tongue sent a palpable shiver down Tascha’s spine. She would have preferred to switch places with Daphne, in every way, but this was a start. Tascha worked her tongue up between Daphne’s lips and into her pussy, rubbing her nose against Daphne’s clit. Daphne pushed down and rocked her hips, making Tascha’s face wet with her slick, sweet nectar.



When Daphne pulled up a little, Tascha got her tongue on the woman’s clit. She lapped at it eagerly a few times and then sucked it into her mouth, pulling hard on it. Daphne yelped a little and pressed down. Tascha concentrated on licking the hard clit in her mouth. She was quite happy to have a woman to please for a change. In spite of her recent exploits with the male gender, Tascha’s experience and preference still tended toward the feminine. It was nice to have a sweet pussy and clit to lick, and to look up and see Daphne’s breasts over that taut, athletic belly. It didn’t take long before she was able to bring Daphne to a shuddering, clenching orgasm. The warrior woman rode it out on Tascha’s mouth, and when she didn’t move away, Tascha continued to tongue her clit. In only moments Daphne was coming again, spilling even more of her fluids onto Tascha’s chin and dribbling down her neck.



Leaning back enough so that she could look down at Tascha, and thereby giving Tascha a chance to get some fresh air, Daphne smiled and said, “Good pup, but I don’t think you’re done just yet.”



As soon as Daphne moved away from Tascha, another woman promptly took her place. Tascha didn’t even get a chance to see which woman owned the pussy and clit that were now pushed into her face. A little surprised, Tascha still immediately began to lick and suck at this new clit.



Tascha considered herself to be particularly good at giving a woman head. Not only had her lovers all been unanimous in their praise, but she’d never met a woman she couldn’t bring off with her tongue. Sure, there had been a few times when it took a bit more time and effort, but she always made her partner come. It was all a matter of persistence (and sometimes endurance) and being sensitive to a woman’s responses. If you were doing the right or wrong thing, a perceptive cunnilinguist could read it in her lover’s body even before the receiver noticed it herself. This meant that Tascha would always get her partner to the intended destination, if given enough time. The issue of persistence was no less important. Countless women were frustrated in bed because their lovers didn’t stick with it long enough. This repeated frustration led many to assume that they would be frustrated. Tascha had several times found that, once she’d demonstrated that she was going to go the distance, the woman she was going down on was able to relax and have a wonderful orgasm in fairly short order.



It was a bit sad, she thought, that her skill in this regard was largely wasted here. Thanks to the XYZ no doubt, every woman she’d met in Eros had had no trouble at all reaching an orgasm with only a modicum of effort. Also the sisters were in a particularly frenzied state of arousal due to the orgy that had led up to Tascha’s oral service. So, it required neither much persistence nor much talent to lick this second woman to an orgasm. Tascha was just getting into a good rhythm when the woman cried out, shaking, and spilled more wetness over Tascha’s lips and chin.



When this woman got off her face, Tascha raised her head to look around the room a little. However, before she could focus on anything, another woman had straddled her and pushed her head back. This time it was the big, freckled redhead who Tascha found particularly annoying. Tascha briefly considering withholding her oral favors, but then decided it wasn’t worth the aggravation. As she began to lick and suck at the woman’s engorged clitoris, she consoled herself that she would keep this up until they gave her a chance to escape. Well, first I’ll make myself come, and then I’ll escape! It was probably Tascha’s imagination, but she actually thought the redhead’s pussy didn’t taste quite as good as the other’s she’d sampled in Eros. Fortunately, it didn’t take long at all for Tascha to bring the woman off.



Next up was the loud and cheerful Wanda. For some reason she couldn’t put her finger on, Tascha kind of liked the gregarious woman with the short brown hair. As Tascha began to lap at the pussy presented to her, she found herself wishing she had the use of her hands, not to play with herself, though there was that, but to hold Wanda in the right position, or to finger the woman’s dripping wet twat, or, considering who it was, Wanda’s butt. Making do with what she had, Tascha gave Wanda’s clit a vigorous and enthusiastic licking, which soon made the sister cry out with an intense and prolonged orgasm.



Wanda was replaced by another, and then another and another. Tascha’s jaw began to get sore from all her work, and she lost count of how many women had sat on her face. She was grateful for the pillow Daphne had had put under her head, though Tascha was sure that was for the sake of Daphne’s own knees rather than Tascha’s head and neck. Tascha was beginning to worry what would happen to her when she was unable to continue licking, when a woman climbed off her and wasn’t immediately replaced. Tascha looked around and saw that there were now far fewer sisters in the hall. The party was winding down.



Tascha lay there on her back, wondering what in the world was going to happen next, until she saw Brigit standing over her with a smug smile. It looked to Tascha as if the blonde Viking woman was trying to think of the right quip. If so, Brigit decided to say nothing. Instead, she bent down, slipped one arm under Tascha’s legs and the other under her back, and lifted Tascha as if she were a small child. Without saying a word, she carried Tascha out of the hall.



Though she was a bit concerned that Daphne might be mad if she returned to find her gone, Tascha didn’t really have any choice in the matter. In any case, she had to admit she liked being carried along with her head against Brigit’s soft, naked breast, smelling the flowers that hung around Brigit’s neck. The ride was short, though, as Brigit made quick progress to her destination. After climbing up several flights of dilapidated stone stairs, and moving down a darkened corridor, Brigit shoved aside a hanging cloth in a doorway and carried Tascha into a bedroom lit by torches mounted on the walls. Tascha was half-laid and half-dropped on a low bed in the middle of the room.



Brigit smiled down at Tascha and said, “Now we can be alone for a while.” She leaned down and kissed Tascha’s forehead, and then, quickly untied the bindings that held the spreader in place between her knees, tossing the spreader off to the side. Then, with confident grace, she lay down next to Tascha and ran her strong hand up inside Tascha’s thigh. Brigit ran her other hand over Tascha’s hair, as the one between Tascha’s legs slipped up to touch Tascha’s painfully neglected crotch. There was nothing tentative about the way Brigit cupped Tascha in her firm grasp. The heel of her palm was pressed against Tascha’s clit and her strong, calloused fingers pushed against Tascha’s very moist and eager pussy. Brigit rocked her hand against Tascha, and began to part her lips to push a finger or two into her, but Tascha was already coming.



More than a day and a night without sex, hours of mounting frustration, watching and then participating in unbridled lesbian sex without any release, and, finally, being in the power of this strong, confident, beautiful woman had brought Tascha to a fevered pitch of sexual excitement. The attention now given to her was more than enough to push Tascha over the edge. She arched her back and groaned, clenching her teeth and straining against the leather that still tied her wrists to her ankles.



When Tascha finally fell back against the bed and opened her eyes, she saw Brigit smiling down at her with an amused expression. “That was nice,” the blonde said. “Let’s see you do that again.”



Immediately, Tascha felt Brigit’s strong, yet delicate touch between her slippery lips. Not trifling with just one finger, Brigit pushed her middle two digits slowly up into Tascha’s sopping and grasping pussy. Tascha rolled her head back against Brigit’s hand and moaned. Brigit began to rock her hand, simultaneously fucking her fingers in and out of Tascha’s slippery vagina and rubbing the heel of her palm against Tascha’s sensitive clit. Tascha heard herself, as if from a distance, saying, “Yes, yes, yes!” It started out as a moan, but built to a shout, and then an inarticulate cry as her orgasm crashed in on her. Her senses tumbled and jangled together in a chaotic explosion of ecstasy that seemed to go on for hours. Ultimately, though, she was carried under by the flood, down into a warm oblivion.



Tascha was only barely aware of her wrists and ankles being untied, and then vaguely conscious of Brigit, now completely naked, lying down next to her and taking her in her strong arms, holding her as she slept.



When she woke it was to sunshine, the sound of birds singing, and a delicate hand brushing over her hair. A soft voice was saying, “Wake up, Tascha.”



Grudgingly opening one eye, Tascha saw a pretty little brunette leaning on the edge of the bed smiling at her. Clearing her throat a little, Tascha said, “Nina?”



“Yes, it’s me,” the girl nodded. “I’m glad they finally untied you.”



“Me too!” Tascha smiled, and then suddenly realized she was finally free to move around. She pushed herself up off the bed. “Where are we?”



“In Brigit’s room. Don’t you remember?”



“Oh, yes,” nodded Tascha. “Where is she?”



“It’s late. She’s at morning practice. You’re lucky you got to sleep in. Brigit’s nice. But we have to get to work.”



“Work?”



“Mostly cleaning up,” Nina smiled. “I was told to find you and show you how to sweep up the quarters, but first we ought to clean you up.”



Tascha ran a hand through her wildly disheveled hair and touched her chin and lips with the other. She could still taste the women she’d eaten on her lips and tongue. She smiled at Nina and said, “Cleaning up would be good. And, do you have any food and water?”



“Oh, right! I’ll be right back!” Nina sprang up and ran off.



Tascha climbed off the bed, stretched, and walked over to one of the two windows. It was a tall, narrow gap in the wall without any glass or bars in it. Tascha could almost certainly squeeze through it sideways. Unfortunately, there was definitely at least a ten meter drop to the ground below, which Tascha could not see, and the nearest tree was too far away to do her any good. Still, it looked like a beautiful day outside, and the fresh air was good.



“Here you go!” Nina announced as she came back into the room with a small plate of fruit and a cup of water.



Tascha thanked her and sat down on the edge of the bed to eat and drink. As she did so, she asked Nina, “So am I a serving girl now?”



Nina shrugged, “I suppose so.”



“How closely do they watch us?”



“Watch us?”



“You know, to make sure we don’t revolt or escape.”



“Oh, but if we misbehave we’ll be punished,” Nina pointed out, as if Tascha were being rather silly.



“Don’t you think if the girls and the men were to get together…” Tascha saw the gleam in Nina’s eye and quickly corrected, “If the girls and the men got organized you might be able to overpower the sisters.”



“Why would we want to do that?”



Thinking back to what she and Don had learned in the Manor from Robert the Scholar, Tascha now suspected that the men and the serving girls here were people from Earth who were naturally submissive, while the sisters were, effectively, extremely dominant women. In a way, life here in the castle was a kind of utopia for all three groups.



“The sisters aren’t so bad, Tascha, you’ll see,” Nina smiled. “Now that you’re going to behave they’ll be nice to you.”



“Even Daphne?” Tascha asked skeptically.



“Oh, she probably won’t bother with you now. She usually just pays attention to us if we misbehave.”



“Hmm,” Tascha murmured as she finished her fruit and drank her water. Nina took the plate and cup from her and then took her hands to pull her off the bed and led her to a side chamber. There was a sunken drain in the middle of the floor and a number of buckets with water, as well as some soap, a scrub brush and some washcloths. All the water was cold, but Nina seemed to think was perfectly natural, so Tascha gritted her teeth and put up with having a bucket of it dumped over her head. Then, while Nina purposefully set in to scrubbing Tascha down and washing her hair, Tascha tried another tactic.



“Well, I was hoping to get out of here and find my friends who are out there trying to find me.”



“Out in the forest?” Nina paused in her washing.



“Well, yes.”



“Oh, they shouldn’t be out in the forest! The Bull will get them,” Nina said seriously.



“The bull?”



“You don’t know about the Bull?” Nina frowned doubtfully. “I thought you must know about it, since you were in the woods and with the goats.”



“My friends and I aren’t from around here.”



“Where are you from?”



“That’s a long story, Nina, and you were going to tell me about the bull.” Tascha figured she might as well use the girl’s submissive nature to her advantage.



“Oh, well, the Bull is a giant monster that eats people.”



“But bulls don’t eat meat,” Tascha pointed out.



“They don’t?” Nina asked. “Hold still; I’m going to rinse your hair.”



The cold water was sharp, yet invigorating. The good night’s sleep, the food and water, and having Nina washing her, all resulted in Tascha feeling particularly frisky. After she stood up and shook much of the water out of her hair – there were apparently no towels – Tascha caught hold of the petite girl’s wrist and pulled her close, slipping an arm around her slim waist. Their lips met in a friendly and then amorous kiss.

Summary: On summer holidays Jasmine is seduced by a young Mistress.



Note 1: This is a summer 2012 contest story so please vote.



Note 2: A special thanks goes to MAB7991 and Bill for copy-editing and LaRascasse for his plot suggestions.



Note 3: This story is dedicated to the real Dana whose breasts are really 36G and fabulous and was the mouth for this naughty tale of submission.




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Jasmine was having an early afternoon glass of wine and enjoying the summer breeze at the little quaint pub she had discovered when she and her husband arrived in Palm Beach two days ago.



Jasmine enjoyed being able to see the ocean from where she was and the fresh coastal air was refreshing in a way she couldn’t quite explain. She read the paper, checking how her Canadians were doing in the summer Olympics. Currently in twelfth place, not bad for a country that is best known for hockey, skiing and snow. When her husband surprised her with a week in Florida she was giddy with excitement. She loved her kids, but a week of no fighting; no, Mom she did this or Mom he did that was much needed. Yesterday’s couple’s massage was also amazing as was the lengthy sex session with her often on the road husband.



Jasmine watched people walking, like she often did, wondering what their stories were. Were they happy? Were they as sexually perverse as she was? If you looked at Jasmine you would never know this school teacher, this sweet soft spoken woman, this conservative dressed woman was a popular erotic writer. She looked as sweet as apple pie and yet underneath her sundress she was wearing thigh high stockings, and nothing else. Going commando was just one of her naughty perversions, as was thigh high stockings that she did to feel sexy underneath her business-like front. She grabbed her iPad, tapped on her notes app and continued typing a story she was hoping to have ready for the Halloween contest on Literotica.



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Dana was about to walk into the pub for an afternoon cocktail loving the freedom that goes with being on holidays when she was stopped in her tracks. It wasn’t the woman’s face that caught her eye but two other things. First: who wears nylons in Florida on a day that was bubbling just below a 100. Second: the dress…it was identical to the dress in the picture of a popular erotica writer she had been reading the past few days at the recommendation of a friend, having orgasm after orgasm over the sexy plots of submission between women. Dana not wanting to stare went inside the pub and pulled out her phone. She quickly went to Literotica which she had bookmarked and although she couldn’t completely remember the author handle she did remember the story that had her pussy dripping wet…Pet Teacher. Once she found the story, she clicked on the author and then the author’s biography. She was right…it was the exact same dress. Of course that didn’t mean it was her, but she was about the same age as described in the bio.



Dana had emailed the author complimenting her on the Pet Teacher series and had learned that the author’s first name was Jasmine, she was married, a Canadian and a submissive by nature. Remembering the Canadian bit, her hopes dissipated but she figured she would have to ask.



Dana, at nineteen was a complete bombshell. Her flaming red hair got her a lot of attention, as did her dazzling green eyes, as did her 36G breasts that were impossible to not notice. But it seemed to be her disarming smile that had pulled in so many older women over the past couple years. Although Dana didn’t have much problem getting a man when she needed one, older woman had been even easier, more fun (as older submissive women were easily the best pleasers), as she seemed to have an aura about her that drew older submissive women to her. Going to her e-mail, she quickly looked at her last correspondence from Jasmine, a few days ago. In it, Jasmine admitted she had been going through lesbian withdrawal and that she and her husband would be going on a trip in a few days…the possibilities were good that this woman was the one and the same.



Dana quickly typed an e-mail.



Jasmine,



How is your holiday going. I hope you find some hot young thing to dominate you like you so eagerly crave.



Luv Dana…a young woman who would make you her pet like you couldn’t even begin to imagine.



Dana clicked send and watched impatiently with bated breath to see if the pretty brunette sipping on a glass of wine and pecking away on her iPad was by some miraculous twist of fate at the same pub. If she was, Dana was going to go in for the kill.



Dana waited a couple of minutes and realized the obvious. The pretty potential prey was already on her tablet, if she got a new e-mail Dana could not tell. Dana decided to just go join her. She quickly ordered herself a glass of wine and walked over to the woman immersed in typing away on her tablet…maybe, just maybe, the author she thought she was.



Reaching the table, Dana asked, “Hi, may I join you. I hate drinking alone.”



Jasmine looked up startled and quickly hit something on her tablet and closed it…looking guilty, although she was a little wet, from the sex scene she was typing just getting to the good part. “Um, sure,” she said, keeping with the polite stereotype of Canadians.



“You have an accent,” Dana noticed, sitting down strategically beside and not across from the brunette.



“I do?” Jasmine asked surprised to be told she has an accent.



“Canadian?” Dana asked, hopeful.



“Is it that obvious?” Jasmine asked with a smile.



“A little bit,” Dana replied, her own English accent obvious.



“You have an accent too,” Jasmine observed.



“You caught me,” Dana replied playfully. “I am on holidays from London, but was born and raised in Paris.”



“Explains why I couldn’t place it,” Jasmine replied, adding, “it is very exotic.”



“Thank you,” Dana flirted, her sexy smile attempting to pull in the pretty older woman.



“You are welcome,” Jasmine replied, taking a glimpse at the younger girl’s larger than life breasts.



The glimpse did not go unnoticed by Dana who greeted, holding out her hand, “I’m Dana.”



“I’m Jasmine,” Jasmine replied, shaking the young redhead’s hand.



Dana was giddy with possibility as she continued the harmless conversation, the evidence growing more and more, knowing the seduction in her mind had to be played slowly. “So what brings you here? Business or pleasure?”



“Just a trip without the kids,” Jasmine replied.



“Oh, a romantic getaway?” Dana smiled.



“Something like that,” Jasmine agreed, returning the smile.



Dana now convinced the woman was the writer asked, “Where is the hubby?”



“Golfing.”



“Leaving you all alone?” Dana questioned, her tone just the slightest hint of teasing.



“Oh I like it. I hate golf and I love wine,” Jasmine answered, going along with the harmless flirty banter.



Dana suggested, “Well you should have another glass.”



“Yes, I should,” Jasmine agreed, enjoying the conversation with the very pretty woman.



Dana made eye contact with a waitress who came over and Dana taking control for the first time ordered for Jasmine. “My friend here will have another glass of wine as will I.”



The waitress disappeared and for the next few minutes the two chatted about life in Canada and London. Finally Dana asked another question to confirm her suspicions that this Jasmine was the same Jasmine who wrote lesbian submission stories. “What do you do for a living, Jasmine,”



“I teach high school,” Jasmine answered, oblivious to the young girl’s intent.



“A teacher?” Dana repeated, “Wow, you must have the boys in a tizzy.”



Jasmine blushed, but answered, “I don’t think that happens too often.”



Dana her tone light and flirty countered, “Oh, I bet it happens more than you think.” Changing the topic Dana asked, trying to confirm any lingering doubts this was the same woman who wrote such subversive stories as “Bedding the Babysitter”, “Pet Teacher”, “Training Teacher” and “Spanked to Submission” she asked, “I have to ask. It is driving me crazy with curiosity, why are you wearing pantyhose in almost hundred degree weather?”



Jasmine feeling comfortable with this girl decided to show a little of her hidden naughtiness . “I’m not,” she smiled coyly.



Dana knew exactly what Jasmine meant, but feigned innocence. “You are not?”



Jasmine finished her second glass of wine, feeling just a tad tipsy. “No, I am not,” she repeated.



The waitress showed up and before Jasmine could respond, Dana said, “Please get my friend here and I each another glass of wine.”



Jasmine protested, “No, no….”



Dana cut her off. “I insist, it’s on me.”



Jasmine never one for confrontation agreed reluctantly, “Ok, what the hell is one more, I’m on holidays.”



“That you are,” Dana smiled, her tone growing flirtier. “So back to your denial. You are still saying you are not wearing pantyhose?”



“Correct,” Jasmine answered, feeling a bit of sexual tension building between the two of them, a spark she had not felt between herself and another woman for quite some time. Feeling playful and naughty she teased the younger woman, although her indent was still harmless.



Dana acting confused, took the opportunity to move closer and make her initial move as she put her hand on Jasmine’s stocking-clad leg. Leaving it resting there, Dana said, “Yes you are.”



Jasmine felt a sudden heat warm her body at the younger girl’s touch. Distracted, Jasmine stammered, “N-n-no, they are not p-p- pantyhose.”



The waitress returned with the drinks and smiled knowingly as she placed the drinks down.



As soon as the waitress left, Dana confidently moved her hand under the older woman’s dress to the top of her thigh high stockings.



Jasmine held her breath but didn’t stop the pretty redhead shocked by the forwardness of the green eyed beauty and a bit tipsy enjoying the attention.



“Ooohhh, stockings, you naughty girl,” Dana purred, slowly caressing Jasmine’s leg.



Jasmine burned a mixture of embarrassment and horniness. She stammered, greatly distracted by the slow movements of the voluptuous breasted girl, “I-I-I um like to dress up for my h-h-husband.”



“Not for me?” Dana asked coyly, the seduction now in full motion.



Jasmine took a long sip from her wine which was lowering her inhibitions as she tried to process the reality that she was being hit on by a younger girl, a beautiful younger girl. In her erotic writings it was one of her underlying plots…being seduced and dommed by a powerful young seductress. But fantasy is one thing and reality another.



Dana seeing that Jasmine did not push her hand away went for the final kill. “Jasmine, or should I say Silkstockingslover.”



Jasmine gasped unable to fathom how she could know her writing handle. “What did you just say?” How did she possibly know that? No one knows my real identity, not even her husband knew of her literary prowess.



“You are the one and only erotic writer Silkstockingslover on Literotica are you not?” Dana asked, her hand slowly roaming up Jasmine’s leg.



“How do you know that?” Jasmine asked, shocked to the core to being found out after over two years of complete animosity.



“Well it started with your dress. It is the same one you wear in that sexy profile picture of yours. And I got to say you are as beautiful in person as I imagined from your teasing profile photo,” Dana complimented, slowly reeling Jasmine in.



Jasmine blushed, her pussy tingling from the young girl’s touch and the anticipation of being seduced by such a beautiful girl. Yet, “Oh,” was all she said as she looked down at her dress remembering vaguely the photo she cropped of herself over two years ago…a tantalizing tease to her readers she hoped.



“Then I noticed you were wearing stockings, which in this heat is crazy, even if you are a stockings’ girl,” Dana explained, adding, “which I usually am.”



“Oh,” Jasmine repeated, still in a daze at the sudden shift of this once seemingly harmless conversation.



“Then as we conversed you had the same name, which surprised me as I thought you would use a ghost name,” Dana continued.



“Walker is not my last name,” Jasmine admitted, although she was looking past Dana.



“Hmmmm, then I learned you were from Canada, check, and a teacher, check, and I was 99.99 percent sure you were the one and only Silkstockingslover, my favorite author,” Dana finished, her hand moving slightly up, above the top of Jasmine’s elastic top stocking, now just inches away from Jasmine’s cunt.



Jasmine was a complete emotional mess, becoming one of her characters. On the one hand, she should get up and leave before this got out of hand; on the other hand, her cunt was making her so wet she wished she would have been wearing panties; on yet another hand, all her submission fantasies to a young girl were dominating her thoughts, controlling her actions or lack of actions. Desperate to act casual and keep her growing desires in check, even with the young girl’s hand so close to her bubbling inferno, she joked, “You caught me.”



Dana seductively replied, “Now the question is what to do with you.”



“Pardon,” Jasmine asked, even though she completely understood the implications of the words that left the young girl’s luscious lips.



Dana moved her hand directly to Jasmine’s cunt and was surprised to see the pretty older woman was going commando. “Hmmmmm, my pet is wet and not wearing panties.”



Jasmine moaned uncontrollably at the forbidden touch. “I-I-I have to go,” she stammered, her body quivering.



Jasmine began to stand up, but Dana quickly ordered, her tone staying sexy but authoritative, “Sit down, Jasmine.”



Jasmine immediately obeyed, already weak from the redhead’s touch, literally becoming like one of her own submissive characters she usually pleasured herself to.



“Good girl,” Dana purred, her voice syrupy sweet. Her hand returned to her pet-to-be’s cunt. “Why are you so wet, Jasmine?”



Jasmine was overwhelmed with the seductive voice of the green-eyed goddess and by her teasing touch. “I-I-I don’t know,” she stammered again, although she knew why…this is exactly what she had fantasized for years, long before she began writing her dirty thoughts for the world to read.



Reading the sexy, shy older woman’s mind she countered, “I think you do know. I think you are submissive like so many of your stories…you are the protagonist of ‘Pet Teacher’ and a big part of you is added to many of your naughty, submissive characters in your stories. You would love to be Annie-girl and be dommed by a young girl like in your ‘Spanked to Submission’ story, wouldn’t you?”



Jasmine couldn’t deny any of the seductress’s words. Her greatest fantasy was to be seduced by a young girl. She felt a finger slip tease her clit as she moaned her answer, still ashamed to admit the truth, “Yeeeees.”



“And you have fantasized being a pet like the MILF’s in your ‘Lesbian MILF Seductress’ series’, haven’t you my pet?” Dana asked, her finger now between the very wet pussy lips of the sexy MILF.



Jasmine was greatly distracted by the finger teasing her fiery cunt and was no longer thinking like a dignified woman, but as the submissive she was deep down. She again whispered in a moan, “Yees.”



“Well consider me your Bree, just like the young seductress from that MILF Seductress series,” Dana said, slipping her finger inside the submissive writer’s cunt.



“Please, don’t,” Jasmine weakly resisted, “anyone could see.”



Dana continued slowly moving her finger inside the ready to submit brunette. “Finish your drink, my pet, and we will take this somewhere more private.”



Jasmine, her hand slightly trembling, shot the last half of her third glass of wine.



“You are an eager pet,” Dana assessed, her finger giving one quick tap on the MILF’s g-spot.



“Aaaaaaaaah,” Jasmine let out much louder than she wanted and quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching. No one else seemed aware of what was happening under the table. Trying one last protest, she said, “My husband should be returning in a bit.”



“This is not a negotiation, Jasmine. I want you and I always get what I want and besides,” Dana paused and tapped the older woman’s g-spot each time she used the word you, “you need this…you want it…you crave it.”



Jasmine’s head was a fog, her mind no longer her own as her body easily gave into the powerful pleasure she was currently receiving.



“Don’t you, my pet?” Dana asked, her finger lingering inside the distracted pet-to-be’s cunt.



For Jasmine being called pet, her most common used submissive term in her own stories, only added to the growing desire to submit to her. She stammered, “I-I-I don’t know.”



Dana growing impatient with Jasmine’s weak resistance leaned into her ear and threatened, “My pet teacher, you either come back to my hotel so we can finish what we started, or I finger fuck you to orgasm right here and then make you crawl under this table and pleasure me.” Dana tugged on Jasmine’s ear before adding, “So what will it be, my pet, it’s beginning to get busier in here?”



The hot breathe on Jasmine’s ear, her weak spot, only added to the need to submit. Her unique and sexy French-English accent added to her growing desire to obey as well. The finger inside her had her desperate to come and the young girl’s confident attitude was pulling her into the wonderful world of submission she had fantasized and wrote about for years.



Jasmine no longer had any resistance left, her desire to come overwhelming any sort of propriety she should have had. Finally, submitting like she had fantasized doing all these years, Dana’s flowing red hair and exotic green eyes irresistible, she whispered, “Let’s go.”



“Go where,” Dana asked, pushing the submissive writer.



“Back to your room,” Jasmine whispered, embarrassed and excited by her words of submission.



Dana pulled her finger out of her pet’s cunt and moved it to her mouth. “Hmmmm, you taste heavenly, Jasmine.”



“T-t-thanks,” Jasmine stammered, mortified someone could see what was happening between the two.



“Thanks what?” Dana questioned.



Jasmine knew exactly what the young redhead was expecting; she was literally quoting a submissive set-up from her own stories. Letting go unconditionally, she said the word she had craved to say in person and not on paper for years, “Thank you, Mistress.” Saying the word was exhilarating to Jasmine, a liberation exuding out of her at giving herself to another, letting someone else be in charge of her mind and body.



Dana excited at getting the verbal submission she had been working towards for almost an hour said, “Let’s go, my pet.”



“Yes, Mistress,” Jasmine responded without any hesitation, her brain and body now on the same journey.



The waitress returned at this moment and asked, “Can I get you ladies anything else?”



“Just the bill,” Dana replied.



Once the waitress was gone, Dana slipped her hand back inside Jasmine’s cunt and quickly pumped her finger in and out for a minute.



Jasmine’s breathing began to increase and she worried she may come right on the pub’s patio.



Dana instructed, “Don’t you dare come, my pet. One of the many things I have learned from your stories is that the pet never gets to come before the Mistress.”



“Yes, Mistress,” Jasmine agreed, cursing herself for writing such words.



“And, of course, a pet only comes with permission, isn’t that true?” Dana questioned, her finger stopped but lodged deep inside her beautiful author pet.



Jasmine couldn’t help but smile at the reality she was being seduced and dommed by her own words. “Yes, Mistress,” she again agreed, although knowing holding back from orgasmic bliss was going to be a challenge, as it was much easier written than done.



The waitress returned and Jasmine looked down. Dana slipped her finger out of Jasmine’s cunt and took the bill allowing Jasmine’s cunt scent to be noticed by the waitress.

The waitress gave a knowing smirk and asked, “Would there be anything else?”



Dana asked, trying to build onto the humiliation she was confident Jasmine craved, “Slut, will there be anything else?”



Jasmine’s cheeks burned with shame at being called a slut, yet she could also feel her pussy burn with need as well. She answered, still not making eye contact, “No, thanks you.”



“No thank you what my slut? And make eye contact when you speak to someone,” Dana demanded, her tone scolding.



Jasmine stuttered, her humiliation reaching new heights as she looked first to her powerful domme, “S-s-sorry Mistress,” and then to the cute waitress, “Just the bill, ma’am.”



“Do you want to eat her cunt?” Dana asked, pushing Jasmine’s submission further.



Jasmine gasped at the question and looked directly in the green eyes of her Mistress. Seeing no mercy in her eyes, Jasmine turned to the waitress, took every ounce of courage she had in her shy by nature body, and said, “Yes, I would love to eat her cunt.” Oddly, even as her face burned with shame, the naughty declaration was both liberating and hot. Giving herself unconditionally to this redheaded stranger, this fan of her work, was exhilarating and bringing to life almost twenty years of built up sexual frustration and boiling it over, like a volcano dormant for way too long.



The waitress blushed this time, clearly considering the offer. “Maybe another time.”



Dana shrugged, “Your loss,” and handed her the money plus a generous tip. “Your tip could have been a great orgasm instead.”



Dana grabbed Jasmine’s hand and pulled her up. Out of character, Jasmine decided spontaneously to add one last piece of her fantasy…to be alluring and wanted…to be seductive. Jasmine stopped in front of the waitress and said, a newfound confidence brimming out of her, “Too bad. I would have eaten your cunt like it has never been eaten before.”



It was the waitress’ turn to be shocked as her mouth dropped open and Dana chuckled and pulled her surprising pet along with her.



Once on the sidewalk, Jasmine said, strangely giddy, “I can’t believe I just said that.”



“That was fucking hot, my pet,” Dana said, her hand entwined with Jasmine’s.



They walked a block before passing an adult store. Dana stopped briefly before pulling Jasmine with her into the store. Once in the store, Dana said, “Go ahead my pet, maybe you can find a toy for me to use on you like in the last Pet Teacher story.”



Jasmine blushed recalling the chapter where the main character, named Jasmine, was used as the sexual guinea pig for a variety of sexual toys. The indent in the series was not to usually make it about her, but once it was in there she figured what the hell.



Dana left on a mission knowing what she was looking for, while Jasmine stared at the wall of toys, many that seemed too big for insertion. Jasmine recalled going to a sex toy party where her mind was awakened to the possibility, but she was way too shy to buy anything close to risqué. Instead purchasing a conservative toy called a we-vibe. She did recall a suction cup dildo she was fascinated with as she loved being fucked doggie style but would never buy such a thing in mixed company. She also recalled researching a wide range of online toys when writing the particular Pet Teacher chapter and was amazed at the plethora of shapes and sizes for play. Now she was staring at them live. She looked around like a kid in a candy store, so many options. She looked at curve shaped vibrators and vibrating eggs, wondering what it would be like to wear a set inside her all day. She loved the idea that they could be in her all day and no one would notice. She was holding them in her hand when Dana arrived with a few things in a pink basket.



“Hmmmm, you dirty girl, always trying to be naughty underneath and yet prim and proper from the exterior,” Dana properly assessed.



Jasmine explained, “I live in a town of under two thousand people. If the truth got out, I would be ruined.”



“Fair enough,” Dana agreed, but added, “not allowing your sexuality to flourish and your needs to be met is not healthy either.”



“I suppose,” Jasmine said, putting the eggs back.



“Don’t you dare. I am buying those for you as a reminder of the time we are about to have,” Dana said, promising an afternoon of sin.



Jasmine obeyed and looked at the toys Dana had. She couldn’t see everything, but did see a strap-on box, what looked like a long dildo, handcuffs, and a couple other things she couldn’t place based on the package.



Dana teased, “Don’t you be snooping, you will get to be using all of these very soon.”



Jasmine blushed, as her pussy tingled.



Dana took the eggs and said, “Wait here while I purchase these.”



Jasmine nodded and continued to survey the toys before suddenly seeing the suction cup dildo. She reached for it and examined it closely. It was ten inches long and again Jasmine’s pussy tingled. She wanted to buy it, but couldn’t figure how to get it home without her husband noticing. Then she laughed at herself at the thought that he would even check the suitcases. She paused briefly before saying fuck it and taking the toy to the till.



Dana was just paying when Jasmine arrived. “Oh, what do you got there my pet?”



Jasmine went red at being called pet in front of a complete stranger, especially a woman about her age. “Just something I have always wanted,” Jasmine admitted.



Dana grabbed the toy and said, “Oh my, you really are a horny little slut.”



Jasmine was further mortified by the name-calling even as her pussy got wetter.



Dana handed it to the sales lady, who was very pretty, although a bit on the chunky side, and was clearly amused and understood exactly why all these toys were being purchased. Once all rung in, the sales lady asked, “Do you need any lube for your toys?”



Dana turned to Jasmine and asked, “Do you need lube for when I fuck your ass?”



Jasmine’s humiliation burned through her at being treated like a slut in front of this stranger. She whispered, unable to make eye contact, “Yes, Mistress.”



The sales lady felt her own pussy tingling at the thought of her own submission, a fantasy she too longed to make reality.



“Pardon?” Dana asked, even though she heard her.



Jasmine knew based on her writing what was expected of her. She looked directly at Dana and said, “Yes, Mistress lube would be helpful when you fuck my slutty ass.”



The sales lady gasped as Dana turned and said, “Apparently we will need some.”



As the sales lady put the lube in the discreet brown bag, Dana took out a vibrating egg and opened the package. Turning it on, she moved to her pet and instructed, “Lift up your dress, my cunt.”



“Yes, Mistress,” Jasmine obeyed, even as she winced slightly at being called a cunt.



Dana easily slipped the buzzing toy inside the author’s sopping wet cunt. “Holly shit Jasmine, you are fucking drenched,” she announced before adding, “you may need panties to keep that toy inside your box.” Dana reached for a pink pair on a table nearby and lowered herself to the ground.



Jasmine lifted each foot and watched in horny awe as the young English girl slid the panties up her legs.



Standing back up, Dana returned her attention back to the transaction at hand.



The sales lady, her smile wide, said, “That will be $124.45.”



Dana handed her a credit card, but asked, a smile on her face too, “How much discount would I get if my slut here brought you to orgasm?”



Jasmine was mortified…again, but greatly distracted by the buzzing inside her needy cunt. But before the sales lady who seemed to be considering the offer could answer, the door opened and a middle age couple entered the store.



“A rain check?” Dana joked.



The sales lady, her face flushed as well, said back, “I am giving you twenty percent off, anyway.”



Dana thanked her as the chubby woman handed her back her credit card and receipt. “That is so nice of you. I may come back here one day. I could always use a sexy eager MILF dyke to pleasure me.”



The sales woman’s mouth dropped open as Dana turned to leave and instructed loud enough for the couple to hear, “Follow me, slut.”



“Yes, Mistress,” Jasmine replied, loud enough for the couple to hear as well, suddenly enjoying the exhibitionist role, not to mention the buzzing inside her fevered cunt.



The couple stared at Jasmine and Dana with a mixture of shock and disgust.



As Dana walked past the disapproving woman she winked at her.



Once outside, Dana grabbed her pet’s hand and they continued their walk to the hotel.



A couple of minutes later, Jasmine suddenly stopped in her tracks.



“What is wrong, my pet?” Dana asked, surprised.



“This is where I am staying,” Jasmine said, the redness in her face quickly draining.



Dana laughed. “Well, this day is definitely full of serendipity.”



Jasmine anxiety suddenly overwhelming her said, “I can’t be seen going in there holding your hand.”



Dana smiled, and could see this could be a deal-breaker. Using soft sympathy she said, “It’s ok, Jasmine, we will just walk together to the elevator.”



Just as suddenly as anxiety hit her, it began to fade. “Oh, thank you, Mistress.”



“But once we get in my room, I am going to devour you whole,” Dana promised, bringing an instant tingling to her cunt, the anticipation of the seduction getting her very wet herself.



Jasmine’s cunt leaked a bit at the naughty promise just given by her Mistress too. Jasmine falling into her submissive role naturally responded, “Whatever you wish, Mistress.”



“Fuck you are hot,” Dana said, hungry to fulfill the promise she just made.



Jasmine volleyed back the compliment, again out of character. “You are fucking hot too, Mistress.”



“Let’s go,” Dana instructed, trying to veil her eagerness to get the submissive alone.



Jasmine and Dana walked into the hotel together looking like two friends and not dominant and submissive and headed directly to the elevator. Jasmine felt that everybody was watching them, that everybody knew exactly what the two of them were about to do. The reality, of course, was the people paid no unique attention to the two other than to notice Jasmine’s stocking-clad legs and Dana’s voluptuous bust.



Once in the elevator, Dana pressed sixteen.



Once the elevator door closed, Dana turned and pressed her lips onto her MILF’s lips. Jasmine immediately opened her mouth and the two were kissing like two horny lovers. Their tongues danced and explored every crevice of each other’s mouth.



Dana broke the kiss and asked her breath already erratic, “Ever do it in an elevator?”



Jasmine responded surprised by the question. “No.”



Dana hit the stop button and the elevator came to a jolting sudden stop, between the tenth and eleventh floor. Both women stumbled a bit, Jasmine shocked by Dana’s rash action.



“Well, now you will,” Dana smiled, devilishly. Dana undid the scarf that was tied to her purse and tossed it over the camera above them. “We don’t want our sexual rendezvous all over the Internet, do we?”



“God no,” Jasmine gasped, still shocked by yet another turn of events.



“On your knees, my pet,” Dana instructed, still pressing the stop button.



Jasmine hesitated still uncomfortable by the setting.



“Now, my pet, time is of the essence,” Dana pushed, her tone shifting slightly from sweet to controlling.



Jasmine, like the good pet she had always fantasized being, like she always wrote about, fell to her knees.



“Good pet,” Dana rewarded, her tone back to soft and sweet.



Jasmine remained silent, in awe at her current predicament and the growing contradicting excitement and trepidation.



“Crawl to me, my eager cunt licker,” Dana ordered.



Jasmine had written this scene many times, fantasized it a million more times, but neither were close to the exhilaration of really doing it. She moved in what felt like slow motion, her pussy leaking so much it was escaping from the cloth protection.



Once Jasmine was at Dana’s feet, they were interrupted by the intercom and a male voice. “Is anybody in there? If so, please press the green button and hold it while you speak.”



Dana still holding the stop button, pressed the green button, and said, “Hello.”



“How many of you are in there?” the male voice asked.



“Two,” Dana replied.



“We are working on this, Miss, but it may be a while. Just press the green button if you have any questions.”



“Will do?” Dana smiled, knowing there was nothing they could do to fix it. Letting go of the green button, she instructed, “Take off my panties, my pet.”



Jasmine rattled by the man’s voice, her trembling hands moved up under the young girl’s dress and tugged down her red panties.



“Do you want to lick my cunt, Jasmine?” Dana asked, looking down at her submissive pet.



“Yes, Mistress,” Jasmine admitted, looking up to her seductive Mistress, her mouth watering.



At this moment, Jasmine’s phone rang.



Dana instructed, “Ignore your phone. Your only concern right now is pleasing me, isn’t it?”



Jasmine was startled by the phone, knowing it had to be her husband, but her desire to obey Dana overpowered her duties and loyalty as a wife. Also, although this may sound bad and many would disagree, Jasmine did not consider having sex with another woman cheating. She would never, ever cheat on her husband with another man, yet she had on a few occasions had sexual encounters with woman…although nothing that created a sub-domme relationship and none in recent memory. She ignored the still ringing phone and answered, “Yes, Mistress, I am here for you and you alone unconditionally.”



Dana smiled happy with the author’s answer, but pushed further. “I own you for the next couple of hours, is that clear?”



Being treated like a piece of property, like she often wrote about in her stories, made her even wetter. She didn’t hesitate when she replied, trying to impress her seductive goddess, “Yes, Mistress, my body and mind is yours to use. I will obey without hesitation every order you give. I am yours to use as you see fit. My tiny tits are yours. My wet cunt is yours. My cunt licking tongue is yours.”



Dana’s cunt gushed at the amazing declaration from a woman she felt she knew really well because of the stories she had read. Pushing it just a tad further, Dana questioned with a tone of curiosity, “And your ass?”



Jasmine immediately answered, “Yes, Mistress, that goes without saying. My ass is yours too.”



“Fuck, you are hot,” Dana moaned, the complete submission of this gorgeous woman, this author who had inspired her through her words, the greatest turn on in her life. “Lick my cunt, Jasmine.”



“Yes, Mistress,” Jasmine eagerly agreed, going underneath the young girl’s dress and directly to the cunt she was drooling over. Jasmine had not licked pussy for over two years, when the younger teacher she had been playing with got a job hours away. But as soon as her tongue touched the sweet wetness of the woman she had known for less than two hours, she remembered just how much she missed the unique taste of a woman. Although the position was awkward, and she had never pleased a woman who was standing up, she lapped luxuriously up and down, slowly parting the redhead’s wet pussy lips. Every fifth tongue stroke up, she would purposely reach the young girl’s clit, an action meant to tease. Although in an elevator, although on her knees, although her husband was waiting for her somewhere, she was in no hurry. She was savoring every second, every taste and every moan.



“Oh, yes, Jasmine,” Dana moaned, “you are a natural pussy pleaser.”



The compliment radiated through Jasmine as she continued licking her one day Mistress’ delicious cunt. Time was irrelevant and neither Jasmine nor Dana had any clue how long the submissive pleasured the dominant.



Dana could feel her orgasm building and demanded, “Suck my clit, slut. Suck it hard.”



Jasmine smiled to herself loving the power she had over the young, horny near orgasm girl, which was ironic considering her submissive position. None-the-less she obeyed her Mistress’ order and took Dana’s hard clit in her mouth.



“Oh fuck, Jasmine, fuck, yes, finger me too, finger fuck my cunt,” Dana screamed, her orgasm close to explosion.



Jasmine slipped two fingers inside Dana easily and pumped them in and out furiously as she continued the intense pressure on Dana’s clit. All the while, the buzzing in Jasmine’s cunt had her desperate to come herself, but she was aware she would not be allowed to until after she had got her Mistress off.



In seconds, Dana’s orgasm overwhelmed her and she screamed, pressing the green button wanting all to know, “Oh fuck, I’m comiiiiing, yes, fuuuuuuck, fuck, you dirty whore, you fucking cunt-licking sluuuuuuut,”



The nasty talk only enhanced Jasmine’s unconditional surrender to Dana as she wanted to be the whore, the slut, the lesbian. She opened her mouth as the flood of juices exploded out of the redheaded beauty…way more than any previous girl Jasmine had pleasured.



“Are you ok in here?” the man’s voice asked.



“Yes, dammit,” Dana moaned, before snapping, “when is this elevator going to be fixed?”



“We are working on it ma’am,” the man apologized. “It seems to just be stuck somehow.”



Dana smiled at the somehow and let go off the green button. Her orgasm was the most intense of her life and as it pulsed through her she grabbed Jasmine by the head and pulled her deep into her pulsating cunt.



Jasmine continued licking, ignoring the man’s voice, retrieving every drop of the young girl’s unique tasting nectar, even as Jasmine’s phone rang a second time.



Dana finally let go of her pet’s head and also let go of the stop button on the elevator. Instantly, the elevator continued its upward descent.



Jasmine quickly stood up, her face shiny with Dana’s cum.



Dana smiled, “Fuck you look hot wearing my cum.”



“Thank you, Mistress, I will wear it with pride,” Jasmine admitted, completely intoxicated by the young girl’s words, looks and taste and of the exhilaration of obedience.



“Grab my underwear, my pet,” Dana instructed, as the elevator reached their floor.



Jasmine reached down and grabbed the slightly damp underwear just as the elevator door finally opened.



To the two teenagers who were waiting for the elevator, there was no physical evidence of the sex scene that had just occurred, other than the glean on Jasmine’s face which the two boys were oblivious to.



Dana walked out and said with a smile, “Hi, studs.”



Jasmine followed behind her as the boys drooled at Dana’s ample rack.



The boys went into the elevator, staring at Dana the whole time until the elevator closed.



Jasmine followed Dana down the hallway and to room 1616.



Once inside, Dana ordered, “Take off that dress, Jasmine.”



Jasmine quickly obeyed, although she was ashamed of her small b-cup breasts and her slight belly she never lost after having two children.



“Such perky breasts,” Dana assessed, moving to her and kissing Jasmine’s just-a-handful breasts.



“They are so small, especially compared to yours,” Jasmine said.



“They are the perfect size, my pet. You deal with the breasts that you are given,” Dana joked, as she sucked Jasmine`s left nipple into her mouth. “Plus, trust me, big breasts are not all they are made out to be. My back gets sore and I am treated like a sex object by every dirty pervert.”



Dana pulled her dress off as well and asked, “Would you like to unclasp my bra for me?”



“God yes,” Jasmine replied, her mouth literally watering again.



“Well, what is keeping you from doing it?” Dana joked.



“May I, Mistress,” Jasmine questioned, wanting permission like a good pet.



“Of course, silly,” Dana chuckled, impressed by just how obedient the MILF was. “Now get over here and unclasp your Mistress.”



Jasmine quickly obeyed, reaching around to Dana’s back fumbling with the clasp, her excitement only making the simplistic task more difficult. Finally the clasp came undone and Dana’s 36G breasts were directly in Jasmine’s face.

Seeing the hunger and awe in Jasmine’s facial expression, Dana purred, “Go ahead my pet, play with my breasts.”



Jasmine cupped Dana’s breasts in her hand. Her awe was obvious as she said, “They are so heavy, how do you carry such a load?”



“It is the curse of the large breasts,” Dana smiled.



“My tiny breasts could fit in one of yours and still have room for friends to visit,” Jasmine joked.



Laughing, making her mammoth breasts jiggle, Dana offered, pulling Jasmine’s mouth onto her erect nipple, “Go ahead my pet, take them in your mouth.”



“Thank you, Mistress,” Jasmine whispered, opening her mouth and taking Dana’s stiff big nipple in her mouth.



“You love my big tits, don’t you my pet,” Dana moaned, her nipples overly sensitive.



“Hmmmm, they are so lovely,” Jasmine moaned, focusing on the biggest breasts she had ever touched.



“You want to worship them?” Dana asked.



“God, yes,” Jasmine answered, swirling her tongue around Dana’s stiff nipple.



“Your tongue feels so good, my pet,” Dana complimented; the pleasure from her pet’s nipple play bringing sensations directly to her burning cunt.



Ten minutes of Jasmine kissing, licking and nibbling both breasts proceeded with Dana continuing to talk softly to her. Finally, her cunt blazing, Dana shifted to dirty talk. “On your knees, slut.”



Jasmine quickly obeyed, even though she could have spent an eternity pleasuring Dana’s voluptuous breasts. On her knees, she was reminded of the egg that had been vibrating in her cunt, having gotten relatively used to the buzzing sensations.



Dana grabbed the bag and ordered, “Follow me, my titty lover.”



Jasmine had written many stories where a character had been forced to crawl on their knees, but she herself had never did it. As fantasized, the real life scenario was as exhilarating and humiliating as she imagined. She crawled on the carpeted hotel floor to the bed.



Dana put the bag of toys on the bed and considered her options. Grabbing the strap-on cock, she put it around her waist as Jasmine watched from her subservient point of view. Dana looking down at her pet asked, “Does my MILF slut want to be fucked?”



Being called a MILF flattered Jasmine and the egg buzzing in her cunt for an eternity had her eager to come. “Yes, Mistress, I would love you to fuck your slut.”



Dana loved her pet calling herself names as she reached down and pulled the egg out from her pet. “Clean it off my slut, it is soaking wet with your cunt juice.”



Jasmine opened her mouth and cleaned her own juices, something else she had never did before, other than from her own finger. Surprisingly, my own taste was salty sweet and she knew she would be tasting herself more when alone at night writing her naughty tales.



A moment later, Dana took the toy back and tossed it on the bed. “Crawl onto the bed, my pet,” Dana instructed.



Jasmine pulled herself up onto the king-sized bed.



Dana lay down on the bed, her cock standing straight up. “Straddle me my pet. I want to watch you as you ride me.”



“Yes, Mistress,” Jasmine obeyed, even though she hated the on top position, always feeling uncomfortable at being watched, her insecurities always getting the best of her.



Dana noticed the trepidation in Jasmine’s tone. “Are you uncomfortable on top, my slut?”



“Usually,” Jasmine admitted, as she began to straddle the naked redhead.



“But you will do it for me, won’t you?” Dana asked.



“Yes, Mistress,” Jasmine answered, her cunt slowly lowering onto the big plastic cock.



“Because I own you, don’t I my slutty teacher?” Dana questioned.



Jasmine moaned as the cock slowly filled her while lowering herself onto it, “Yes, Mistress, I’m your slut teacher, your pet teacher, and your whore author.”



“I think this will be a good story, don’t you think?” Dana asked, watching the beautiful woman’s facial expressions as the cock filled her.



“Fuck, yes,” Jasmine moaned, the eight inch cock now completely in her cunt.



“Fuck, yes, you will write the story; or fuck, yes, the cock is deep in your slut box?” Dana asked to clarify.



“Both,” Jasmine whimpered, as she began to slowly move up and down on the plastic cock, her eyes closed.



“Open your eyes, Jasmine, let me look into those crystal blue eyes. I want to see your hunger,” Dana instructed.



Jasmine opened her eyes and looked down at the beautiful young woman. Suddenly her insecurities disappeared as this moment seemed so perfect. She began moving faster, her perky breasts beginning to bounce, as she rode the plastic cock.



“That’s it, my cunt-pleaser, fuck yourself. Let loose and be the submissive whore you have always craved to be,” Dana ordered.



Jasmine continued riding the plastic cock, not used to bring on top it took a while to get into a rhythm.



Dana suggested, “Use my tits for leverage, my pet.”



Jasmine leaned forward, each of the green eyed beauty’s massive breasts, holding up Jasmine’s weight. This new position gave Jasmine the perfect position to lean forward and move her hips back and forth with smoothness.



“Fuck you are the sexiest slut teacher in the world,” Dana complimented. “Could you imagine if your students had any clue what kind of whore their teacher is? You would have boys forcing you to suck their cocks, you would have girls forcing you between their legs and you would be used as a complete cum bucket. You would like that, wouldn’t you?”



Jasmine was riding the cock furiously now, her desire to come all that mattered, and the dirty thoughts of being used by her students only built on her desire to come. “Fuck, yes, I would love to be a teacher slut,” Jasmine screamed, verbalizing her naughtiest dirty fantasy, flashes of so many ex-students she would love to submit to…guys and girls…jocks and nerds…she fantasized about them all.



“Close to coming, my teacher whore?” Dana questioned, although her pet’s facial expressions made the question redundant.



“Sooooo close, Mistress, may I come?” Jasmine requested, her orgasm on the brink.



“Lean forward, slut,” Dana instructed.



Jasmine reluctantly obeyed, but was thrilled when she felt Dana buck her ass up and began fucking her hard. “Oh yes, Mistress, fuck your slut, fuck her haaaard.”



“Come now my slut,” Dana demanded, as she thrust hard into her pet.



“Thaaaaaaank yooooooou,” Jasmine screamed, the all day building orgasm exploding like she had never felt before. Her whole body tingled as she held onto Dana’s breasts for dear life.



“That’s it, slut, come for me,” Dana said, continuing her hard upward thrusts into her coming pet.



“Yeeeeees, Mistress,” Jasmine squeaked out, her breathing erratic as the greatest sexual pleasure of her life poured through her.



“Come harder you fucking slut, you cunt-licking whore,” Dana ordered, trying to make her pet’s orgasm even more intense, confident the name calling enhanced her pet’s pleasure.



“Oh my fuuuuuucking goddddddddd,” Jasmine screamed, loud enough for the neighbors next door to know exactly what was happening. Sensation after sensation after sensation wracked through her body, bringing a delirium of pleasure she didn’t think possible. Each nasty name only seemed to increase the pleasure. “Tell me you own meeee,” Jasmine begged, wanting to be belittled, to be used like the whore she always wanted to be, like the whore she always wrote about in her stories.



“I own every fucking piece of you my fucking slut. Your sweet ass, your tight cunt, your tiny titties, your slutty mouth and inside your head I own your thoughts, don’t I Jasmine Walker?”



Hearing her full name made the scene even more humiliating, bringing her back to the reality of her sin, but she loved every second of it. “Yes, I’m your bimbo, think for me Mistress, tell me what to do,” Jasmine declared, the orgasm finally beginning to dissipate.



Dana rolled Jasmine onto her back and shoved the shiny cock into Jasmine’s mouth.



Jasmine needed no instructions as she sucked her own cum off the plastic fuck-toy. Although awkward on her back, she bobbed back and forth as best she could, Dana’s knee placed firmly on her still slowly pulsing cunt kept her in exotic desire.



Dana pulled the now clean plastic cock out of her slut’s mouth and unbuckled the strap-on from her waist. She reached into her bag of toys and grabbed her handcuffs. Moving to the side of the bed, she ordered, “Raise your hands, slave.”



Slave was a new derogatory term for Jasmine, another one that again turned her on. She obeyed, even though the thought of being handcuffed did not appeal to her at all.



Dana again noticed her sub’s apprehension and asked, “You don’t trust me, slut?”



Jasmine stammered, “N-n-no it’s not that. It’s just I have never been handcuffed before.”



“Hmmmmm,” Dana purred, “I love when I am your first.” Dana handcuffed her sexy pet to the bed. Dana returned to her bag of toys and pulled out a vibrating butt plug. She returned to the bag and grabbed the lube.



“Ever had anything in your ass, slut?” Dana asked.



“Yes, Mistress,” Jasmine admitted, still recovering, and feeling uncomfortable in her restrictive position.



“Details,” Dana asked as she applied generously lube to the butt plug.



“My husband has fucked me there,” Jasmine explained, thinking of her husband for the first time in a while.



“Ever been double penetrated,” Dana asked, with a smile.



“No, Mistress,” Jasmine answered.



“Do you want to be?” Dana asked, even as she moved back to her sexy pet.



“Whatever you wish, Mistress,” Jasmine said, before adding, “but I must inform you that I cannot have multiple orgasms.”



“You have never had multiple orgasms?” Dana asked, surprised as she was a coming machine herself.



“Not without a few hours in between,” Jasmine sighed.



“Challenge accepted,” Dana smiled, spreading Jasmine’s stocking-clad legs apart.



“It’s impossible,” Jasmine informed Dana, having tried herself and with her lovers for years.



“We will see about that, my little slut,” Dana responded, confidence vibrating in her as she rubbed the lubricated toy at the pretty teacher’s rosebud. “Beg me to fill your ass, my slut.”



Jasmine was already a bit tired from the last fucking and once she had an orgasm she often lost the fire of desire, but she begged, “Please fill your slut’s ass, Mistress.”



Dana could tell that Jasmine had lost the fire she had before she came and the submissive convinced herself she could not have multiple orgasms. Dana would have fun being the first to get her off twice, maybe even three times. She turned the vibrating plug on and slowly began pushing it in Jasmine’s sexy ass.



Jasmine whimpered at first, having not had anything in her ass in a long time. Although not painful, it was also not pleasant as it slid inside her. Quickly though the buzzing in her ass, another first, began to get her feeling good. Frustration immediately began inside her knowing that the pleasure may drive her mad with ecstasy, but the dam would never break, she would be stuck in perpetual sexual limbo.



“Fuck, your an ass slut too, Jasmine,” Dana smiled, once the medium sized plug was completely lodged in Jasmine’s ass. Crawling between the handcuffed sub’s stocking-clad legs Dana purred, “I have wanted to taste you directly from the source since I first saw you Jasmine. Do you want me to lick you?”



“God yes, Mistress,” Jasmine answered, seeing the luscious red hair, green eyes and dazzling smile between her legs making her hot.



Dana leaned forward and tasted her pet’s sweetness.



Conversely, Jasmine let out a moan as Dana’s tongue began licking her.



“Hmmm, you taste as good as you write,” Dana complimented, “Sweet perfection.”



“Thaaanks,” Jasmine moaned with a soft chuckle, the pressure on her pussy lips mixed with the buzzing in her ass bringing sensational teasing bliss.



“You are not leaving this bed, my pet, until you have that impossible second orgasm,” Dana informed her bound pet.



Jasmine joked, “Well, then I guess we will be here for a very long time.”



“How long before your husband gets suspicious?” Dana asked between long, wide licks.



Jasmine pondered the question. The phone hadn’t rang in a while, but he must be getting worried by now. “I don’t know. He must already be wondering. It’s not like me to not answer my phone or be waiting when he gets back.”



“You are a submissive wife too, aren’t you,” Dana assessed.



“Not handcuffed to a bed with a vibrating plug in my ass submissive,” Jasmine smiled naughtily, before adding, “but yes, I usually do as he tells me in the bedroom.”



“You suck his cock?”



“Of course.”



“You swallow his load?”



“Often.”



“You are a very obedient wife,” Dana teased, while swirling her tongue around her pet’s clit.



“Yeeeeees, I suppose so,” Jasmine moaned as her clit was teased.



“But now you are my submissive, my pet, my slut, aren’t you?” Dana asked.



“Yeeees, I am yours,” Jasmine moaned, Dana’s tongue making her feel so fucking good.



“Fuck I could eat your box all day,” Dana said, diving back in and really lapping Jasmine’s wetness.



If Jasmine wasn’t handcuffed to the bed, she would have grabbed Dana’s head and pulled her even deeper inside, but of course she could do no such thing. Instead, she just laid back and enjoyed the teasing pleasure, accepting it was going to be the longest tease of her life.



After a few minutes of licking her pet’s cunt, Dana returned to her bag of toys and grabbed the double-ended dildo. Returning to her handcuffed submissive, Dana asked, “Ever used one of these?”



“Nooooo,” Jasmine replied, as Dana rubbed the toy up and down her pet’s wet pussy lips.



“Another first,” Dana smiled, as she slid the wide dildo into Jasmine’s wet cunt.



“Aaaaaaaah,” Jasmine moaned, the big toy enhancing the buzzing in her other hole.



Dana smiled, as she ordered, “Move onto your side, my dp slut.”



Jasmine struggled to move into the instructed position in her bound position, but eventually did.



Dana put the other end of the double-ended pleasure toy in her own eager cunt and slowly moved herself closer to her pet, taking more of the long, wide cock inside herself. Soon Dana was completely filled and moaned, “Fuck it’s all in me, baby. Now it’s going to fill you full, my ass-whore.”



Jasmine felt the cock slowly fill her as Dana’s legs moved between hers.



“Relax, slut,” Dana instructed. “I want our pussy lips to be kissing each other.”



“Kkkkkkkk,” Jasmine whimpered, beginning to feel fuller than she ever thought possible, the toy buzzing in her ass adding to the fullness. Every time she thought she was completely full, Dana filled her deeper until their cunts were touching and both girls were filled with cock.



“Ready for the greatest sensation of your life?” Dana asked.



Jasmine moaned, feeling a new euphoria she had never experienced, “Yes, Mistress.”



“On the count of three, buck your ass up,” Dana instructed.



“Yes, Mistress,” Jasmine replied, her body again burning with lust.



“One,” Dana started. “I’m going to fuck the hell out of you, Jasmine.”



Jasmine was dying to see what Dana was going to do next. The two toys currently inside her bringing such pleasure she thought she may pass out.



“Two,” Dana counted. “I’m going to give you the multiple orgasms a horny, teacher lesbo slut like you deserves.”



Jasmine prayed that Dana could do the impossible because if she didn’t reach orgasm soon she may explode with frustration.



“Two and a half,” Dana teased. “Are you ready, Jasmine?”



“Yes, Mistress,” Jasmine whimpered, adding, “use me please.”



“Three,” Dana announced and both girls thrust at the same time.



Jasmine screamed as the dildo in her cunt penetrated her deeper than anything ever had in her life. “Oh my fuuuuuuuuucking god.”



Dana screamed in unison, as she too was filled completely.



Both the pet and the trainer bucked back and forth, grinding their cunts into each other, literally fucking each other.



For ten sweaty grind filled minutes the two women became one as they used each other for ultimate pleasure. Jasmine so close to orgasm, yet unable to cross the threshold was rambling incoherently. “Oh my, fuck, yes, shit, fuck, fuck, fuckity-fuck-fuck, soooooo good, aaaah, fuck, oh my, shiiiit.”



Dana smiled at her pet’s delirium confident the impossible second orgasm was imminent.



“Will you obey any order I give?” Dana asked.



“Fuck, anything,” Jasmine barely got out.



“I want you to come simultaneously with me,” Dana informed.



Jasmine sighed knowing that was one promise she couldn’t make happen. “Dana, please…”



“On ten you will come my slut,” Dana demanded, her tone powerful and unwavering.



Before Jasmine could finish her sentence or protest, Dana began the count up.



“One, my slut. Tell me what you are?” Dana questioned, between panting, both their bodies shiny with sweet sweat.



“A slut, a dirty fucking lez whore,” Jasmine replied, belittling herself.



“Two, my whore. What’s in your ass?”



“A vibrating plug is in my ass,” Jasmine whimpered, desperately grinding herself into her Mistress.



“Three, my tit-lover. What are you willing to do to have my tits in your mouth again?”



“Anything, Mistress,” Jasmine moaned, her mouth salivating at the thought of the huge tits in her mouth and in her hands again.



“Four, my pussy-pleaser. Anything is a pretty big promise,” Dana warned.



“I will do fuuuucking anything,” Jasmine promised, her mind on sexual cruise control.



“Five, my submissive play thing. You will come and visit me in England this fall?” Dana asked.



Jasmine was surprised by question, but also knew that after today there was no way she could never do this again. She moaned, “I promise to come and see you and be your unconditional slave while I am there.”



“Six, my slutty slave. You understand I will share you with my sorority sisters?”



Instead of being mortified, the thought of being used by English college girls only enhanced her promise. “Oh fuck, Mistress, I would love nothing more. You would make all my nasty whore dreams come true.”



“Seven, my author cunt. You also promise to write our story and publish it for the world to read?” Dana questioned.



“It would be my privilege,” Jasmine declared, feeling her orgasm bubbling just underneath the surface, her frustration driving her crazy.



“Eight, my married ass whore. I expect you to obey weekly tasks I will send by e-mail, is that clear?”



“Yes, Mistress, I am your slave forever, use my body and my mind,” Jasmine declared, wanting to give herself body, mind and soul to the beautiful redheaded co-ed.



“Nine, my MILF lesbo. Who owns you?”



“Dana owns me. Dana owns my tits. Dana owns my lips. Dana owns my cunt. Dana owns my ass. Dana is my unconditional Mistress,” Jasmine declared, grinding her body against Dana’s desperately.



“Nine and a half, my lover. Tell me you love me,” Dana whispered.



Jasmine was startled by the demand but all her body felt was unconditional love for this dominant, yet caring young woman. Jasmine heard herself declare, “I love you, Dana.”



Dana’s orgasm was ready to explode and she announced. “If you love me Jasmine. If you are the obedient pet toy I know you are, come when I say the next number. Are you ready to be my complete pet, Jasmine?”



Jasmine could sense the impending orgasm in her and the dam had already cracked and was about to burst. “Say it Mistress, say it now,” Jasmine pleaded.



“Ten my cunt-licking, dildo-fucking, tit-nibbling, ass-buzzing slave, ten, dammit, ten, come my slaaaaave,” Dana screamed as her orgasm exploded.



Simultaneously, a sexual miracle occurred as Jasmine’s orgasm triggered and she screamed, “I’m coooooooooming tooooooooooo, Mistress.”



Both girl’s shook, quaked and writhed as they had the biggest, most explosive, most body chilling, earth shaking orgasms of their lives. They collapsed onto their backs and allowed the pure ecstasy of the orgasm to flow through them. Dana, eyes closed, couldn’t believe she had seduced and dommed the Jasmine Walker. Jasmine, meanwhile, couldn’t believe she had achieved multiple orgasms after years of trying, the second orgasm hitting her with even more intensity than the first. Silence, other than heavy breathing, continued for a few minutes as both women recovered from a sexual experience like no other.

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She was tall and statuesque, her hair in a bun. I had met her type before, trying to appear strong and domineering by flexing their Executive muscle.



Management change was nothing new for me. I had watched new department heads come and go with regularity. I didn’t fear a new boss like the other employees did. The company needed me because I was their biggest producer. I made them money…lots of money. As long as I was one of their best sales people, I felt bullet proof, secure in my job.



When Marlene Nelson called me into her office for a cursory introduction, my haughty attitude was apparent. It initially had the desired effect…it clearly unnerved her.



It didn’t take long, however, for her to regain her composure. As she leaned back in her executive chair, I took notice of her physical attributes. It was obvious she was extremely attractive, hiding a voluptuous body under her conservative business suit. She was also relatively young for an Executive, early thirties I guessed. I sensed she wasn’t intimidated by me, not like the last two managers who sat at her desk.



I was, however, equally confident in my own stature within the firm. both as a sales producer and as a sexy, attractive female. Nothing conservative about me. I liked the attention I received from my co-workers and I dressed to maximize it. I was all business though. I never dated anyone I worked with. I was aware they referred to me as a prick teaser…well deserved I suppose.



“I understand you’re the biggest producer in the department, Sandra,” she said. “Is it Sandra or Sandi?”



“Sandra,” I answered. “I don’t like being called Sandi. And yes, I am the biggest producer and have been for the past three years. I make a lot of money for this firm. You should take that into consideration when you read my request for a raise. I don’t feel I’m fairly compensated for my performance here.”



“I see,” she said. “And if you’re not compensated as fairly as you think you should be, what is the alternative?”



I wasn’t prepared for that question. There wasn’t supposed to be an alternative. I should get the raise…period. That’s the way the game was played. I didn’t understand why this bitch was suddenly putting me on the spot. She should have been groveling, giving in to my demands. Did she really think there was an alternative?



My ego was as big as the raise I was requesting. Without thinking I boldly blurted out: “I guess I would have to consider taking my talents elsewhere.”



I’m sorry you feel that way,” she said.calmly. “I’m sure you’ll be sorely missed around here.”



I was stunned. “What…what do you mean?” I asked nervously. “You…you mean you’re willing to let me go just like that? You can’t be serious. I make more money for this company than the rest of the sales staff combined. I also know the head of this division personally and he would never allow you to let me go over a meager raise..”



“I can and I just did, Sandeee,” she said sarcastically. “You can finish out the day if you like or you can leave right now. It’s up to you.”



Suddenly I wasn’t so full of myself any more. I made a hundred and fifty thousand a year. Was I being too greedy with my raise request?



She interrupted my thoughts. “Was there anything else?” she asked.



“Uh…I don’t understand,” I said, my voice quivering. “I didn’t say I was quitting. I like my job here. I have friends here. And Mr Pyle, the division vice president told me that ….”



“I don’t care what Mr Pyle told you,” she quipped. “No one makes demands of me. No one is indispensable.”



“Forget my raise request,” I said, trying to retreat. “I love my job here. Really, I’m satisfied with my present salary. I’m sorry if I mislead you about my intentions.”



She leaned back in her chair and smiled. “Tell you what I’ll do, Sandee. I’ll think about it over night and let you know tomorrow whether you still have a job here. That’s all…get back to work.”



I stumbled to my feet, grimacing from the pain in the pit of my stomach. She was dismissing me like I was a piece of shit.



“Oh, by the way,” she said just as I reached the door. “I rather like the way you dress. You like to flaunt it don’t you. Are you the office slut?”



She was adding insult to injury.”No…no I’m not,” I muttered.



“Then you must be the office prick teaser,” she snickered. “Well, I won’t hold that against you in my decision. Now get the fuck out of here and back to work.”



Back in my office I tried to compose myself. I was shaking like a leaf…tears falling on my expensive silk blouse. Then I became angry…mad at my lack of backbone…mad at the new bitch boss and her total lack of respect for me.



I picked up the phone and called Kyra, a friend and client in a firm downtown. I’d show that bitch, I thought to myself.



“Kyra, this is Sandra. How are you today?”



“Fine, I’m fine,” Kyra answered, her voice sounding oddly strained



“Listen, Kyra. You know how you are always recruiting me to come to work for you. Well this is your lucky day. I’m ready to take you up on your offer.”



The phone line became eerily silent. I didn’t understand. “Kyra, are you still there?” I asked. “Did you understand what I said? I’m ready to take you up on your offer.”



“I heard you,” she said. “Unfortunately I can’t help you. I received a call from your new boss this morning. She informed me in no uncertain terms that if any of her employees tried to defect over to us and we hired them she would stop doing business with us. You know your company is our biggest supplier. I can’t afford to call her bluff. If she cut us off….”



I couldn’t believe it. “She…she can’t do that,” I cried. “That has to be illegal or something. You can’t blackball someone in this day and age. Who the hell does she think she is?”



“I don’t know if it’s illegal or not,” Kyra said. “It certainly is effective though. And if I were you I wouldn’t bother to call any of the other firms where you have contact with. I think she’s put the word out to everyone. From what I understand she apparently doesn’t have to answer to her boss either. Mr Pyle may be your division Vice President but apparently she doesn’t have to answer to him. Someone has given her a lot of power.”



I hung up the phone feeling thoroughly dejected. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I was making more than a hundred fifty thousand dollars a year. Now there was a possibility I might not have a job. I didn’t have any investments or savings. I had spent it as fast as I made it.



Later that night, while trying to relax in my comfortable, luxurious Condo, I slowly became overwhelmed by the possibility of losing it all. I began crying uncontrollably.



Picking up the phone, I phoned Mr Pyle at his home. It was inconceivable for me that a man in his position with the company would not have a say in a matter like this.



He answered the phone. “Mr Pyle, this is Sandra. I’m sorry to bother you at home but I need to talk to you about something important. I don’t know if you are aware of it but…..”



“Yes, I’m aware of what happened to you today, Sandra,” he said. “Unfortunately there is nothing I can do about it. Your new boss, Miss Nelson, was sent here by the President of the company. I was instructed not to interfere with her. I’m not sure what her agenda is but they’ve left me out of the loop. I’m not sure of my own position any more.”



“But doesn’t my track record mean anything?” I ask tearfully. “My sales surpass everyone . Doesn’t that mean anything?”



“The company is appreciative of what you’ve done, Sandra. But the President is a strong believer in never allowing the tail to wag the dog. Threatening to quit unless you received a raise is tantamount to blackmail. He won’t stand for it. I’m sorry…there is nothing I can do.”



I hung up the phone feeling more dejected than ever. I could see my nightmare coming true. ————————————



When I arrived at work the following morning there was a note on my desk to report to Miss Nelson’s office. I poured myself a cup of coffee, my hands trembling from fear and stress. Trying to act as self assured as possible, I entered her office.



“Good morning, Sandee,” she said sarcastically. “You’re looking exceptionally sexy this morning.”



I thought it odd she would call me sexy. I wondered if she was one of those lesbians, like the dykes who were always whistling at me on the streets. She certainly didn’t look like a dyke.



“I’ve thought about your situation and this is what I’ve decided,” she began. “Your money making skills are impressive. But, for me to allow you to stay, I need to add to your responsibilities. Are you willing to take on additional task?”



“God yes,” I said, breathing a sigh of relief.



I didn’t care what she wanted me to do. All I cared about was not losing that fat paycheck every month. That’s all I wanted to hear.



“You might change your mind when I tell you what I need for you to do,” she said.



I didn’t care. Whatever it was it couldn’t be as bad as not being able to pay my mortgage payment…or have my Mercedes repossessed.



“Okay, here’s the offer. Every Saturday, from eight in the morning until I dismiss you, you’ll be my personal maid. You’ll come to my apartment and clean it, wash my linens and personal items. You will also be responsible for my dry cleaning. Do you think you can handle that?”



I thought she was joking. I waited for the punch line,,,it never came. She was as serious as I was humiliated. My pride told me to walk out, not to succumb to her insane demand. But the fear of being broke, losing the condo I worked so hard to buy was a great motivator. I tried to think of a way out of her selfish, illegal demands.



“Every Saturday? I mumbled humbly. “Be your maid? How can you ask me to do this? Maybe I should talk to Mr Wylie first. This sounds illegal.”



“Sure,” she said. “By all means, call him. But make sure he knows he’s talking to a former employee. Or, if you want, you can retain an attorney and sue the company. Shouldn’t cost you more than two, maybe three hundred dollars and hour. Knock yourself out, Sandeeee.”



The bitch called my every bluff. I was losing my confidence in playing hard ball with her.



“When…when do I start?” I asked shamefully.



“Well, tomorrow is Saturday. That’s as good a time as any to start. I’ll give you a key to let yourself in. Make sure you’re quiet. I sleep in on Saturdays.”



She handed me a small plastic bag. I stared inside it, feeling numb. To my horror there was a maid’s uniform, all neatly pressed and crisp. She actually wanted me to wear a maid’s uniform!



“I…I can’t wear this,” I said, my voice quivering. “Isn’t it enough that you’re humiliating me. Wearing this would be so demeaning. I won’t…..”



“You will wear it,” she said sternly. “You’re not a guest in my home nor are you a friend. You’re the maid and you’ll dress appropriately. Do you understand?”



Almost in tears I nodded. I could sense the wrath in her voice.



“Okay, that’s settled. Now get your ass back to work. Make us some money today.”



And just like that she dismissed me again. I walked back to my office, my pride, my ego in shambles. What would the office staff think of me if they found out? I felt devastated. ————————————



I showed up at her Condo next morning precisely at eight. I let myself in. Her apartment was beautiful, much larger than mine. It reeked of money and class, from the furniture to the art on the wall. Thank god it was neat and clean and would only need a minimum of cleaning.



I didn’t know where to start. There were a few dishes in the sink. I washed them and put them away.



“I see you’re on time.” Her voice startled me. “I woke up early today. Since I’m up let me show you around.”



I followed after her down a long hallway. The master bathroom was breath taking. There was a large oval bed in the center with mirrors on every wall. There was even a large circular mirror on the ceiling above the bed.



She pointed to the master bath off to the side. “There’s a hamper in there with my dirty clothes,” she said. “Mostly panties. The bathroom need to be cleaned. You can start in there. Oh, and down at the end of the hall there’s a utility room where the washer and dryer are located.”



I never experienced such shame. The reality of my situation hit me full force. I hung my head, staring at the floor.



“By the way,” she said, “Do you know how to cook? I could use a hearty breakfast this morning.”



“Uh…yes…yes, I can cook,” I said submissively.



“Good. Follow me.”



In the kitchen I peered into her fridge, finding eggs and bacon. As I began preparing her breakfast she sat at the dining room table reading the morning newspaper.



Her robe hung open displaying her large breast. It disturbed me that she would expose herself like that. It was equally disturbing that I felt compelled to steal glances at them. She dressed so conservative at the office, I found it odd she would displayed herself so openly to me.



“That uniform fits you like a glove,” she said as I served her breakfast. “The skirt could have been a little shorter, though.”



I couldn’t believe she was serious. The black skirt was so short my thighs above the top of my thigh high stockings were exposed. And the blouse…so shear my bra was clearly visible. I had to wear a trench coat just to cover myself while coming here!



The apron was a joke…small and white, barely covering my waist. And she thought the skirt wasn’t short enough? Maybe, I thought, she was a lesbian after all.



While she ate breakfast I returned to the master bath. The small hamper was full, almost entirely made up of panties. The pile was a rainbow of colors, all thongs and bikinis. As I sorted them, I noticed that a number of them were quite soiled…soiled as in nasty soiled. Apparently her sexual life was quite active.



After stripping her bed, I bundled everything up and went in search of the utility room. Once I had the first load going, she yelled from the kitchen.



“Draw me a bath, Sandra. With lots of bubbles…okay.”



I made my way back to the master bath, turning the water on in the tub. It was absolutely demeaning but I felt trapped.



“Nothing like a hot bubble bath,” Marlene said as she slipped up behind me. “I’ll bet you’d like to be home soaking in a tub yourself right now wouldn’t you.”



It was a cruel comment, as if she was deliberately trying to make me feel worthless. It was working.



She removed her robe, shamelessly flaunting her nakedness to me. Red faced, I looked away as she climbed into the tub.



I made my way back to the kitchen to clean up the breakfast dishes. I couldn’t stop the tears.



“SANDEEE, come in here. Hurry, I need your help.”



Back down the hallway I went. She was lounging in the tub, her body hidden by the mass of bubbles.



“Do me a favor and wash my back,” she said, acting very coy.



She was pushing me too far. “I’m not washing your back,” I said defiantly. “I should never have agreed to this maid thing. You’re being purposely cruel. Why do you enjoy humiliating me.”



“I’d also enjoy firing you Sandra. If you want to leave be my guest. Just don’t bother showing up at work Monday morning. I already have someone in mind to replace you.”



My financial situation forced me to swallow my pride. She never left me any wiggle room.



She picked up on my hesitation, leaning forward in the tub to expose her back. Shamefully, I reached into the tub, finding the sponge. I hated her when she smiled, gloating.



“Now do my breasts,” she said softly as she leaned back in the tub.



It was difficult not to notice how large and flawless they were. Her nipples grew as I sponged them. Suddenly her knees appeared up above the bubbles, spreading wide.



“After you wash my pussy you can finish washing my clothes,” she whispered. “Scrub it good. I may get lucky today and I don’t want it smelling like a fisherman’s wharf.”



I choked back the tears as my hand slipped between her legs, sponging her crotch. I scrubbed her hard, trying to hurt her. She moaned, licking her lips suggestively. I was now convinced she was trying to seduce me.



“Oh my, Sandra,” she moaned. “You like to play rough don’t you. That’s alright. I like my pussy nice and pink when I’m out trolling for a date.”



I couldn’t breathe, gulping for air. She laughed when I ran from the bathroom gasping. I stood out in the hallway trying to pull myself together.



I finally retreated to the utility room, placing her panties and bedding into the dryer. I stayed there, wanting to avoid any more contact with her.



Within the hour I heard the door slam as she left the apartment. I immediately made my way back down the hall to her wet bar and mixed myself a drink. I needed several to numb the pain of my shame.



By the time I slipped off the bar stool to check the dryer, I was clearly feeling the effects of the booze. I staggered down the hall, retrieving the clean wash. After putting the panties away and making the bed, I was free to leave. I decided to have one more drink for the road.



I lost track of time. Marlene returned, catching me drinking her booze.Her arms were loaded down with packages from an obvious shopping spree. But she returned with more than packages. A young blue eyed blonde followed close behind, still wearing a name tag identifying the department store where she worked. Apparently Marlene was bringing the young sales clerk home with her too. It confirmed my suspicion…she was a lesbian.



“So, I see you’re still here,” she said snidely. “And drinking up my booze without permission. I may have to punish you you slutty bitch.”



I was so inebriated I didn’t care what she did to me. What could she do to demean me any more than she already had.



Turning to the young girl, she said: “Amber, this is my maid. Looks like she’s taking advantage of me doesn’t it. Sitting down on the job, drinking my booze. What do you think I should do about it?”



“I…I don’t know,” the young blonde mumbled.



“What the hell. It’s her first day. Maybe I’ll give her a break. I might even let her watch. How about it Sandee. Would you like to watch Amber lick my pussy?”



“Uh…I’m…I’m not sure about this,”Amber mumbled nervously. “I’ve never really done anything like this before.”



“I know, dear,” Marlene said sweetly. “But you’ve always wanted to be a bitch in training haven’t you. Isn’t that why you’re here?”



“Yes ma’am,” Amber whispered submissively.



I felt like I was going to be sick. I decided to leave, stumbling from the bar stool.



“Stay where you’re at,” Marlene hissed at me. “You’re not going anywhere. Do you understand?”



I slipped back onto the stool, reaching for my drink.



“Remove your blouse and skirt,” she ordered Amber. “Watch, Sandra. You’re going to see a nice tight body. Who knows, maybe it will turn you on. Maybe you’ll even learn something about yourself.”



Through blurry eyes I watch as the young girl stripped. She wasn’t wearing a bra. It didn’t matter, her breast were small, like a little girl. She looked even younger naked.



“My god, Marlene,” I gasped. “She’s just a child. Why are you doing this to her?”



She ignored me, moving toward the young girl. She stroked the girl’s crotch through her white bikini panties. The teen looked at me and moaned.



“You have to stop this,” I demanded as I stumbled from the bar stool again. This is wrong.”



“Get the hell out of here,” Marlene hissed. “I’ll deal with you Monday.”



I grabbed my trench coat and staggered out of the apartment. Somehow I drove home without incident. I was sick by the time I reached the inside of my condo. I threw my guts up before passing out on the sofa. What a mess my life was in.

I spent Sunday trying to understand why Marlene had openly displayed her sick lesbian sexuality to me. It would surely have a negative effect on her career if it was exposed. Did she think I was so frightened of her I wouldn’t reveal to the company her sick relationships with other women? Surely she didn’t think she could coerce me into participating with her in her perversion.



Arriving at work Monday morning I was only mildly concerned by the way Marlene ignored me. She was a hands on kind of supervisor, spending lots of time with her employees. It was like she was avoiding me purposely.



By Friday I was very concerned. She had managed to ignore me the entire week. I was becoming paranoid.



Then, just before leaving work for the weekend, she stuck her head in my office and told me she didn’t need my maid services on Saturday. My paranoia sky rocketed. I worried she was going back on her word…maybe preparing to fire me. I could only surmise she was disappointed in my first and only day as her maid.



I realized my attitude had been poor. But what did she expect? She surely couldn’t have thought I’d be grateful for the demeaning way she treated me. I knew it was going to be a stressful, sleepless weekend. ———————————–



Saturday morning I decided to at least make an attempt to take my mind off of my problems. I went shopping, I knew it wasn’t a good idea but I felt compelled to locate the young sales clerk Marlene brought home with her. I located her in the lingerie department. She recognized me immediately.



“I know you,” she said excitedly. “You’re Miss Nelson’s maid aren’t you. Remember me? I met you last Saturday.”



“Yes, I remember you,” I said. “How could I forget. Listen, I’m glad I’ve ran into you. I’m curious. How old are you?”



“Eighteen. I’ll be nineteen next month.”



“You didn’t know Miss Nelson before she came shopping here did you?”



“No…no I didn’t. She told me she was new to the area.”



“And when she asked you to come home with her you, why would you agree? I don’t understand.”



“I didn’t agree at first. But I was flattered. She’s such a beautiful, sophisticated woman…and so forceful. I’ve like always been fascinated by older women like that. I was kinda afraid, though.”



“But why would you go home with a complete stranger if you were scared? I don’t understand.”



“I’m like kinda in the closet,” she whispered. “You know…uh…with my parents and everything. But she like recognized that about me. I guess I like couldn’t say no. Like I said, I’ve always been drawn to women like that. I would think you would understand. Isn’t that why you’re her maid?”



I didn’t answer her but I realized that was an astute assumption by someone so young.



“She’s a pretty nasty woman,” the young girl giggled. “She made me do some things…but…but then you probably know what I mean.”



I could see it in her young face. The mere fact we were talking about this was turning her on.



“I don’t understand why she hasn’t called me,” she said sombrely. “She promised me she would call. You’re her maid. Do you know why she hasn’t called me?”



“No, I don’t know,” I said. “But then that doesn’t mean anything. I’ve only been her maid for one day.”



As we chatted I couldn’t help but remember her standing in Marlene’s apartment partially naked. Her slender teenage body was so tight, so perfectly proportioned. I recalled being aroused. I had convinced myself it was the booze.



I cut our conversation short when she asked me to deliver a message to Marlene. I wasn’t about to place myself in the middle of their sick lesbian relationship. ——————————-



The remainder of the weekend I was plagued by the dreadful feeling Marlene was going to fire me. Maybe I should have tried harder to please her. I was sure she had sensed how much I disliked her.



By Monday morning I was so paranoid I was physically ill. I walked around the office searching the faces of the other employees to see if knew anything…to see if they reacted any different towards me. I was a wreck.



Then, in mid morning, Marlene summoned me to her office. I was shaking like a leaf when I opened her door.



“Listen, Sandee,” she said as I entered her office, “I’m entertaining a very close friend tonight at my home. I need you there to cook dinner, serve, and clean up afterwards. You can leave here early today. Keep it simple…salad and a couple of steaks. We’ll eat around eight.”



I can’t explain my elation…the sense of relief I felt. I was back in her good graces again. I expected the night to be a continuation of my humiliation but I was too relieved to care. It certainly wasn’t logical.



After hurrying home to change into my maid uniform, I arrived at her apartment early. I gathered up her dirty panties to wash. Several pair were all crusty in the crotch. I sniffed them…they smelled of sexual secretion, similar to the odor of my own panties after heavy petting with a man.



Before putting them into the washer I sniffed them again, holding the crotch up against my nose, inhaling deeply. My reaction was disturbing. What I was doing wasn’t normal. I quickly tossed them in the washer along with her bed linen.



Retuning to the living room, I dusted all the furniture. I was determined to be a good maid this time. I didn’t want to go through another stressful weekend.



Marlene and her guest arrived around seven. I could tell they had been drinking.



“Make us some drinks,” Marlene ordered. “Martinis…dry. And by the way, I’ve been meaning to tell you…lose the bra. Why would you want to hide those beautiful tits? Get rid of it. Now….”



Red faced, I reacted submissively, slinking down the hall to do as I was told. Once the bra was removed, I checked out my image in the mirror. My breast were now clearly displayed through the sheer uniform blouse. I had to admit, I did have nice breast. I just didn’t think they should be displayed so lewdly.



Back in the kitchen I began serving them dinner. As they dined I peered at the guest from the kitchen. She was about my age, late twenties or so. She was classically beautiful, certainly not anything like the submissive bimbo from the department store.



After dinner I cleaned up as they moved to the living room to chat. I heard my name mentioned. I eavesdropped.



“So, what’s up with this new maid of yours?” I heard the guest ask Marlene. “Is she…you know.”



“No, at least not yet,” Marlene laughed. “But you know how I like a challenge.”



I was surprised Marlene would admit such a thing in front of me. Regardless, it confirmed what I suspected. She was going to try to seduce me. I knew there was no way that was going to happen. I would quit first. I had to draw the line somewhere.



Marlene turned on the sofa, looking directly at me. “Come in here Sandee. I want my friend to see those big tits of yours.”



She certainly was a tactless bitch I thought to myself. I crossed my arms over my breast and moved slowly to the living room. Standing in front of them, I stared at the floor.



“Put your arms down to your side,” Marlene ordered.



I slowly lowered my arms, displaying my breast shamefully. I was totally embarrassed when my nipples began to harden, straining against the tight sheer blouse. My shame was going completely off of the charts. I couldn’t hold back the tears. I wondered to what extreme I would sink to keep my job. I was a whore.



“Touchy bitch isn’t she,” the guest murmured when she saw my tears. Let’s give her a real reason to cry.”



“Come here, bitch,” Marlene said. “Stand closer.”



I hesitated. Marlene’s cold, steely blue eyes intimidated me I lowered my head again and moved closer to them. I flinched when she reached out and grasped my nipples, squeezing and twisting them. I moaned in pain, continuing to cry like a baby.



“Hurt her,” the guest spat out. “Make her like it. Humiliate the bitch.”



Through tear dimmed eyes I watched as the guest reached out, touching my upper thigh. I jerked my leg away from her.



“Get the hell out of here,” Marlene hissed, disgust in her voice. “Go home.”



I backed away, grabbing my trench coat and running from the apartment. Out in the hallway, I paced nervously, waiting for the elevator. It seemed to take forever.



Arriving home, I sat in the dark in my living room trying to collect myself. I cried myself to sleep.



In the morning I awoke, still lying on the couch. The shame of the previous night came flooding back to me. I didn’t think I could continue this charade with Marlene, even if it meant losing my job. I couldn’t continue with the stress.



I arrived at work with a new attitude. I some how convinced myself if I stood up to Marlene she might gain some respect for me. Her treatment of me should have limits. I wanted to keep my job but there were certain things I just wasn’t willing to do. I had to be strong and let her know that.



An hour after arriving she came to my office, closing the door. Seeing the scowl on her face made my new attitude quickly disappear.



“You embarrassed me last night,” she spat out at me. “Don’t you ever do that again.”



I wasn’t prepared for her vehement outburst. I was immediately intimidated…again. I quickly apologized.



“That’s better,” she cooed. “I knew you would be a good little bitch about it.”



She moved around my desk, stopping directly behind me. Pushing her large breast against my neck, she gently massaged my shoulders. Soon her hands slipped down to by breast, caressing my nipples.



“I’m glad to see you’re still braless,” she whispered in my ear. “Mmmmmm, you have such wonderful tits. Large and firm, like mine. And look…your nipples are growing erect. That’s a good sign. You like being fondled don’t you.”



I tried to fend off the pleasant feeling of her gentle massage. Women touching each other was abnormal. I didn’t want to admit feeling pleasure. It was disgusting and sick. I groaned as she gently pinched my nipples. My body was betraying me.



“Please…please don’t,” I pleaded feebly. “I’m not like you and your friends. Please stop touching me.”



She pulled her hands away. “Still a little touchy I see. By the way…don’t be late this coming Saturday. I’m throwing a little party Saturday night and I’ll need your help in the preparation.”



After she left my office I fought off the urge to masturbate, to quell the heat between my legs. This wasn’t like me. It wasn’t like me at all. ————————————



I didn’t talk to Marlene the remainder of the week. Just knowing she needed me for her upcoming party tempered my paranoia.



Saturday morning I showed up at her apartment early. I washed all of her dirty dishes and cleaned and straightened up the living room.



She was still asleep when I entered her bedroom. Being as quiet as possible, I tiptoed to the master bath to collect her dirty clothes. She was partially uncovered, her large natural breast fully exposed. I tried to look away…I couldn’t. They were awesome, like mine.



After collecting a handful of her panties, I tried to quietly slip back through the room. She heard me.



“Sandra, what are you doing in here?” she asked. “Oh, I see. You’re going to wash my panties. Come here a minute. I want to show you something.”



I approached her bed. She reached out, pulling a white pair of her thongs from my hand.



“See how soiled these are,” she said, holding the crotch up for me to see. “I cum in them last night…at least three or four times. They were soaked by the time I arrived home. Here, smell them…smell how nasty they are.”



She held them out, taunting me. I could only stand there, red faced, allowing the harassment.



“Come on, Sandra,” she urged. “Sniff them. Don’t disappoint me again. Let’s not start the day with you pissing me off.”



That was the last thing I wanted to do…piss her off. I was holding myself together by a thread.



I inched my nose towards the panties. The odor was strong, still ripe. I closed my eyes and inhaled.



“Come on, Sandra. You can do better than that. Take a good long whiff. Don’t be afraid to like it.”



I moved closer, within inches. I inhaled deeply.



“That’s more like it.” she said. “I’ll bet you never thought you’d be sniffing your boss’s panties did you. You know, I think you enjoy it. Who would have thought…you’re a panty sniffer.”



Suddenly she forced the crotch between my parted lips. I should have pulled away, not allow her to disgrace me like this. But I was suddenly caught up in the intense sexual intimacy clouding up the room. I let her stuff them into my mouth. The taste was unique, sour but not bitter.



“Suck on them, bitch. Taste me. Taste your boss.”



She let go of them. I stood up erect, the panties partially hanging from my lips. In an attempt to please her, I impulsively reached up and pushed the entire crotch into my mouth. The warmth of my saliva softened the crustiness, intensifying the taste. I had finally crossed the line…the line I vowed never to cross. Maybe I was the slut I pretended not to be.



“That’s a good girl,” she whispered. “Maybe you’d like to sniff my cunt too.”



I shook my head vigorously, backing away from her.



“Okay…okay” she hissed. “Get out of here and make me my breakfast. And get my paper for me.”



I hurried from the bedroom, her panties still hanging from my mouth. I retreated to the utility room, quickly depositing the panties into the washer, I then hustled to the kitchen to start her breakfast.



She sat at the dining room table reading the paper as I served her.



“Do you remember Marge?” she asked. “You know, the friend I entertained here last Monday night. Well, she’ll be here shortly to help with the party arrangements. If I’m in the bathroom, ring her up.”



I didn’t like her friend, especially after the way she had treated me. She had a cruel streak, making me cry the way she did. And now I was going to have to spend the day with her!



After finishing her coffee, I listened to further instructions. “When Marge gets here she may try to give you a hard time. Don’t embarrass me like you did the last time. Indulge her. Who knows, she may let you sniff her panties too.”



“I don’t like her,” I blurted out. “And I certainly don’t want to smell her panties.”



“Why not, Sandra,” she said mockingly. “You seemed to enjoy smelling my panties.”



“No…no I didn’t,” I murmured. “You…you made me.”



I knew my protest rang hollow. She knew it too. She glared at me. I drooped my head, staring at the floor.



“I’ll…I’ll try to be nice to her,” I mumbled.



Within minutes after she disappeared down the hall to the bathroom, the doorbell rang. I buzzed the building entrance door open. Wien Marge entered the apartment, I was putting the last of the breakfast dishes away.



“Well, look who’s here,” she said snidely. “And looking good too.”



She approached me, boldly reaching out to cup one of my breast. “That’s interesting,” she said. “You’re not pulling away. Has Marlene finally tamed you? By the way, where is she?”



“She…she’s in the bathroom,” I stammered.



She continued caressing my breasts through my blouse. She had absolutely no respect for me. I felt dirty.



“What was your name again?” she asked. “I forgot.”



“Sandra.”



“Sandra, huh. Okay, Sandra. Let’s go over to the sofa and get to know each other. Come on girl. Don’t be shy.”



I followed submissively. “Come here,” she ordered. “I want you to sit here on the floor in front of me.”



I was scared. But there was a sense of excitement too. The woman was so domineering. Just like Marlene. For some reason I was beginning to feel comfortable with my submissiveness.



I slipped down to the floor directly in front of her. She spread her legs lewdly. My eyes were drawn to her crotch.



“You are a naughty thing aren’t you Sandra. Looking up under my skirt like that. “What do you see, bitch? Do you see something you like?”



“Yellow panties,” I whispered. “Pretty yellow panties.”



She slumped further down on the sofa, splaying her legs and thighs even further. Suddenly Marlene appeared behind me.



“She’s a sniffer, Marge,” she said to her friend. “Dirty panties…My new bitch likes dirty panties.”



“Really!’ Marge said, acting surprised. “Well, as it so happens, I’m wearing dirty panties. How about that, Sandra. I have just what you like. Go ahead, bitch. Take a big sniff.”



I peered up at Marlene, giving her a pleading look. Her eyes, as usual, were cold and unblinking. She expected me to do as I was told. And I…I had an overwhelming urge not to displease her.



I tried to appear reluctant. I was sickened by my arousal. I was completely humiliated but Marlene had debased me so many times I was becoming numb to it.



I nuzzled my cheeks up against Marge’s inner thigh, up above her thigh high stocking top. It was shameful, I was relenting to something I swore I would never do. I breathed deeply. She was right, her panties were dirty…the odor strong and pungent. I actually became light headed.



She entangled her fingers in my hair, pulling my face closer to her crotch. She was forcing me like a rape victim. But there was no mistaken the sensation I felt, being used for her sexual whims.



Feeling helpless masked some of the guilt, but wanting to please her was a new emotion for me. I nestled my nose up against her crotch, taking the full brunt of her womanly odor.



She pulled the crotch of her panties from out of her frothy slit, a creamy white substances oozing from her. I wasn’t prepared for this. Nor was I prepared for how succulent I thought it to be.. I tried to pull away but she was holding my head firmly. I continued inhaling deeply, saturating my sense of smell.



“Have a taste,” she sneered. “Have your first taste of cunt.”



I hesitated. I knew what she expected of me. The very thought was repugnant.



“Do it bitch,” I heard Marlene snarl at me. “Lick her cunt you fucking slut. Lick it, make her cum. Make her cum in your pussy mouth.”



I was shocked by Marlene’s outburst and harsh filthy language. But even more shocking…I obeyed. My tongue snaked out, touching her pink slit. And then, with a frightening eager curiosity, I slurped up the creamy substance, swirling it around in my mouth. It was absolutely vile and revolting. I swallowed it.



What followed was a nightmare come true. I actually licked her pussy. Me, licking a woman’s private parts! And it was exhilarating, making this strong, domineering woman moan with pleasure. Marlene, hovering over me, continued urging me on.



For the next two hours they used me, making me do things so disgusting I thought I’d be sick. But, to the contrary, I became caught up in the perversenes of it all. And after my unexpected orgasm, I didn’t care what they did to me or made me do. Eventually I cum numerous times…so many times I lost count. My transformation was complete. I was Marlene’s bitch. The line I vowed never to cross faded away.



Down the hall I posed in front of a full length mirror. It was no mystery how and why my blouse was covered with yellowing splotches. The stains were cum juices dripped from the corners of my mouth. I had fully succumbed to the advances of Marlene and Marge and done things I didn’t think I was capable of doing.



My own body had betrayed me. The sheer number of orgasms I experienced would attest to that. My shame did not deter my participation and pleasure…in fact it seemed to enhance it. I didn’t know how to fight it.



I experienced sexual pleasure so exquisite it nearly shut my body down…I think I even had temporary black outs. Marlene had weakened my resolve by the contempt and disrespect she had for me. She had broken my spirit, How shame and humiliation became so compelling I don’t know.



It was the darkest moment of my life when she declared ownership of me…that I was her bitch. When she ordered me to openly finger myself in front of her and Marge, I did so willing, my knees nearly buckling from an orgasm so explosive I ached from the pleasure. I knew then that it was true…I was her bitch and there was no will left in me to refute it. —————————————



As Marlene and Marge showered together in preparation for the party, I lay outstretched on the guest bathroom floor and napped. I smelled of sweat and sex. I looked forward to going home to bathe and crawl into bed..



I was awakened by someone calling out my name. I glanced at my watch. The party guest were due to arrive in less than an hour. Marlene was yelling for me. I hurried to her bedroom where she and Marge were dressing.



“I’ve decided that you should stay for the party,” Marlene said. “You can serve the guest…make sure they have plenty to drink. Go wash your uniform and make yourself presentable.”



“Uh…I…I don’t really want to be here,” I protested. “Especially not as a maid. It would be embarrassing if I personally knew some of your guest. Couldn’t I at least go home and change?”



“You mean so you can blend in with the other guest,” she said.snidely.



“Uh…yes,” I said. “I would still help serve drinks though.”



“You’re my fucking maid, not my friend,” she sneered.. “Now get that uniform washed. And take a shower. You smell like a whore.”



Just when I thought my life couldn’t sink any lower, Marlene was going to expand my humiliation. I was now going to be displayed before a room full of people, some who may be acquaintances or friends. I nearly had an orgasm at the very thought of it.. —————————————–



The sheer blouse was warm from the dryer when I put it on. My nipples immediately popped out, jutting conspicuously. My breast, clearly visible through the sheer blouse, made me feel uncomfortable in a slutty sort of way.



It was the first washing of he cotton skirt and it shrank considerably. It was now tighter and shorter, exposing several inches of my thighs above my stocking tops. I was the epitome of everything slutty.



Not surprisingly, all the guest were women. Most of them appeared to be married if wedding rings were any indication.



My worst fear was realized when I noticed my friend Kyra across the room. I was surprised to see her at a party like this. Married with two daughters, she was the straightest person I knew. Our friendship had suffered a bit after she refused to hire me because of her fear of retaliation from Marlene.



Kyra and I had a history. I dated her brother for several months. In fact, she had set me up with him. I had been to her home many times for dinner and other functions.. Her brother and I had even baby sat her kids!



I could tell by her reaction she was surprised to see me dressed as a maid. I was totally embarrassed.



“What the hell are you doing, Sandra?” she asked in amazement. “Is this your new boss’s idea of a joke?”



“Uh…not exactly,” I murmured. “It’s more like keeping my job.”



“Wow…you certainly couldn’t look more slutty,” she said with an amused smirk over my discomfort.



Marlene suddenly appeared at our side. “Hi, Kyra. Glad you could make it. I think you know my new maid. What do you think? Sexy bitch isn’t she.”



I hung my head shamefully.



“Yeah, you might say that,” Kyra.said.



Marlene reached out and cupped my breast. “Nice, huh,” she said to Kyra. “Go ahead, you can feel her up if you like.”



I was stunned when Kyra actually reached out and touched me, playfully pinching my nipple.



“Kyra, please don’t,” I pleaded. “I’m not…..”



“I’ve always admired her tits,” Kyra declared. “She has a nice mouth too. Soft full lips. I’ve always liked her lips.”



I didn’t understand her comments. She wasn’t like Marlene. She was married…had kids…lived in the suburbs with a yard and a white picket fence?



“Go, wait on the other guest,” Marlene ordered me. “And remember, you’re here to please them. Do you understand?”



“Yes,” I whimpered submissively.



“It’s hard to believe,” I heard Kyra comment as I walked away. “Tell me Marlene…will she really eat pussy?”



For the next hour the guest pawed at me, cupping and squeezing my breast, caressing and pinching my ass. Some were even bold enough to slide their hands up under my short skirt, surprised by my soaking wet panties.



As I mingled among the guest, fetching drinks for them, I became completely accommodating to their abuse, and maybe, unconsciously, even encouraging it. My panties were a mess, just like my life.



Kyra signaled me from across the room indicating she wanted another drink.When I delivered it to her she grabbed my arm, pulling me aside. I could tell she had too much to drink. Pulling me close she whispered into my ear.



“I’ve cleared it with Marlene. You’re coming home with me tonight.”



“What? Uh…I don’t think so,” I said. “When I leave here I’m going home.”



“No, you’re going to spend the rest of the weekend with me,” she repeated. “We’ll be leaving within the next hour. Be ready.”



She wandered off, mingling with the other guest. I spotted Marlene across the room. I hurried towards her.



“What did you tell Kyra?” I asked, trying to appear humble. “You’re loaning me out to her?”



“Yes…yes I am,” she said haughtily. “Do you have a problem with that?”



“Well…yes. I’m not a slave, I protested meekly. “I want to go home. I’m tired. I’ve been here all day.”



“Your day isn’t over till I say it is,” she spat out at me. “You are going home with her. And furthermore, you’ll do whatever she wants you to do. Do you understand?”



I did understand. I had a choice…defy her and lose my job or do what she ordered me to do.



“Do you understand?” Marlene repeated.



“Yes, I understand,” I said spinelessly.



Kyra motioned to me when she was ready to leave. I grabbed my coat and followed close behind her.



It felt awkward to me, sitting in her car. Apparently the many drinks she had drowned her awkwardness, driving with one hand, caressing my thigh with the other. It was the ultimate shame, being treated like a compliant slut by someone I considered a friend.



I tried to make small talk with her. “Where are Tom and the kids?” I asked as we entered the darkened house.



“I thought you knew,” she said. “Tom and I were divorced last year. The girls are both in college now.”



I was shocked. I talked to her four or five times a week…even had an occasional drink with her after work. She never once mentioned divorce. The last time I saw her daughters they were fifteen and sixteen years old. Now they were in college?



I followed her through the house to her bedroom. For being in her late thirties and mother of two children, it certainly didn’t appear to have effected her body. It was tight…and voluptuous. Like Marlene, she hid it under conservative business suits.



“Remember the time you and my brother baby sat the girls?” she asked. That was the time Tom and I spent a weekend in New York. Remember?”



I did remember, vividly. It was a fun weekend. We spoiled the girls, taking them to a rock concert, allowing them to play video games until all hours of the morning. They even began referring to me as aunt Sandra.



“Did you have any sexual fantasies about them back then?” she asked.



I was completely taken aback by her question.



“Of course not,” I answered defiantly. “How can you ask me such a horrible, sick question? They were teenagers.”



“I only asked because…uh…I mean look at you now. Look at what kind of slut bitch you are. I thought maybe you were capable of anything. You are capable of anything sexual aren’t you Sandra?”



It was apparent we weren’t friends any more. Our relationship changed almost instantly. It didn’t, however, give her the right to make such cruel off handed remarks about me.



“No…no I’m not,” I said defensively. “I would never…. How could you think such a terrible thing of me?”



Stripped down to her panties, black stockings and red pumps. she deliberately struck up a pose in front of me.



“I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time,” she said breathlessly, ogling me up and down. “Has anyone ever told you you have a pussy mouth? I used to be so jealous of my brother, knowing you were probably sucking his big cock every night. Am I right Sandra? Didn’t he fuck those luscious lips of yours? Did you let him ram it down that slutty throat of yours?”



“I haven’t seen or heard from your brother for three years,” I said. “Why are you bringing all of this up now? He didn’t do something to your daughters did he?”



“Oh no,” she said. “He certainly was capable though if he thought he could’ve gotten away with it. He’s always been a pig.”



I was only half listening to her. I was more intrigued by the way she was massaging her own tits, teasing her nipples erect. They were like pencil erasers.



She continued to ramble. “When he and I were teenagers, I sucked his cock all the time. I probably swallowed a bucket or two of his cum juice back then. He loved blow jobs.”



It was unbelievable that she would share such a horribly sick and personal thing with me. Equally terrible was how little she thought of her brother. It was difficult to comprehend.



“He was the first boy to fuck me in my ass,” she said. “Just think…when you were sucking his cock, that same cock had been up my asshole many times. How does that make you feel?”



At the moment I didn’t know what I was feeling. Our conversation seemed so insane. I didn’t know what it was leading up to, if anything. If she was trying to shock me she had succeeded. But to what end?



“What do you want from me, Kyra? If you’re trying to shock me, you’ve succeeded. But all this talk about your daughters and brother is…well, to be frank, a little disturbing. I really don’t want to hear about it. I should probably leave. And, quite frankly, I don’t care what you tell Marlene. I don’t want to have this stupid conversation with you any more.”



“You’re not going anywhere, bitch,” she said with an unexpected sternness.



She moved closer to me. “You’ll do as I say, bitch. Now move your ass to the living room. I’m not through with you.”



I had never seen this side of her…domineering and demanding.. It stirred something inside of me. I obeyed meekly, quickly retreating to the living room with her.



She motioned for me to sit on the sofa next to her. Making obscene gestures with her tongue,she spread her legs and began stroking her crotch.



“Marlene tells me you’re a panty sniffer. Would you like to sniff my panties Sandra?”



Although I could see it coming I was still surprised. She was a lesbian, just like Marlene. I had to applaud her. She had maintained her secret well…from everyone, I now knew what she expected of me but I had no feeling for it. I just wanted to go home.



“GET DOWN HERE AND SNIFF MY PANTIES YOU FUCKING BITCH,” she screamed at me.



I cringed from her sudden outburst. I was also aroused by her arrogance. I squirmed on the sofa, aware of the sudden warmth between my legs.



“DID YOU UNDERSTAND ME YOU FUCKING SLUT? I SAID GET ON YOUR KNEES AND SMELL MY DIRTY PANTIES. DO IT…NOW.”



I felt the familiar warm blanket of humiliation drape over me.I obediently slipped from the sofa to my knees. She was so stern and demanding…I had no choice….



She was right…her panties were soiled. She slipped down lower on the sofa, her gaping legs giving me full access to her ripe scent. The odor was intoxicating. I wallowed in shameful pleasure, my nose pressed against her warm wet crotch.



“Finger yourself,” she ordered me. “Go ahead, bitch…finger yourself. I want to see you cum.”



My hand slipped under my short skirt as I continued sniffing her. I was overwhelmed by the sudden need to please her. I wanted her to make me eat her luscious pink cunt.



I heard the television go on. She had a remote in her hand. I heard what sounded like a crowd cheering. I couldn’t pull myself away from her crotch to watch.



“Look at the TV,” Kyra ordered. Watch it…you’re going to enjoy this. Keep fingering yourself.



I turned to watch. It was seven or eight cheerleaders cheering on the side line of a basketball game. The film was directed specifically on the young girls.



“Brenda is a college cheerleader,” she moaned. “She sent this tape to me.”



I recognized her oldest daughter Brenda, second from the left.



“Keep fingering yourself,” Kyra reminded me. “Watch…see how young and fresh they look. Prime pussy. How would you like to smell their sweaty panties after a game?”



“Yes,” I whispered, my fingers stroking my pussy more forcefully.



“Would you like to lick those sweet pink cunts?” she murmured. “Would you Sandra? Can you just smell their girly odor?”



I could feel myself approaching an orgasm. I was trapped by my own burning lust.



“Yesssss,” I moaned as I caught glimpses of their panties every time they jumped and cheered.



“Pretty little pussies…lick them…smell them. Oh god….Yessssss…….”



Buttery cream gushed from me, dripping from my fingers onto the carpeted floor. My body went into an uncontrollable spasm as I watched the unsuspecting girls. I felt enslaved to my perverted imagination.



Kyra grabbed a handful of my hair and crushed my mouth up against her crotch. Pulling her panties aside, I licked her vigorously till her cummy cream flowed into my hungry mouth. I gurgled, the thick sticky substance nearly choking me as it strung itself from my tonsils down through my throat. I cum again…. ————————————–



I finally arrived home at five Sunday morning. I remained in bed the entire day. I awoke with a headache and full blown depression. I became dangerously close to gulping down an entire bottle of aspirin. Fortunately I was a coward.



Arriving at work Monday morning my worst fear was realized. Sitting in the middle of my desk was a basket filled with cleaning items. Leaning against the basket was a sign…”Tool kit for a Maid.”



So now the entire office staff knew. Surprisingly, they were only aware of my role as a maid, not the sex involved. I spent the day going out of my way to avoid everyone.



After work, I went straight to Marlene’s apartment. She hadn’t asked me to drop by…I was drawn there by an inner need I didn’t fully understand.



The apartment was immaculate. Someone had cleaned up after the party. I changed out her bedding and cleaned her bathroom. I was cooking her dinner when she arrived home.



“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked. “I didn’t order you to be here did I?”



She didn’t wait for an answer, going directly to her bedroom to change. When she returned to the kitchen she was undressed, wearing only her panties.



“What’s for dinner,” she asked as she sat down at the dining room table.



I served her. As she ate I crawled under the table, nuzzling my cheek up against her thigh. She ate in silence while I basked in the odor of her pussy. The humiliation was exquisite.



The doorbell rang. Marlene quickly retrieved a housecoat from the coat closet before answered the door. I scurried from underneath the table. My heart sank when our office bookkeeper entered. Apparently Marlene was expecting her.



“I’m sorry about asking you to meet me here,” Marlene said to Jessica. “There just doesn’t seem to be enough hours in the day to get everything done. I really needed to go over last months financial figures so I can report to upper management this week.”



“That’s alright,” Jessica responded while eyeing me curiously. “Why…why is Sandra here?”



As usual, Jessica, peering over her glasses, was suspicious by nature. She knew I had nothing to do with policy or finances. I knew she was feeling uncomfortable about revealing sensitive company information in front of me.



She and I had been friends in the past. Even back then she was closed mouth about her job. Our friendship waned when when she met a guy and married him.



I could see the mischievous look on Marlene’s face. “Sandra is here because…well, to be quite frank, Jessica…Sandra is my bitch.”



She smiled coyly when she said it. I’m sure she wanted to shock the uptight, straight laced Jessica. That was Marlene’s style. She had to know how closed mouth Jessica was and would never repeat what she heard or observed here. If Jessica was shocked she didn’t show it.



“Well, she has nothing to do with bookkeeping,” Jesse said. “It isn’t appropriate for her be at our meeting.”



“She’s not here for the meeting,” Marlene said with a smile of amusement. “Didn’t you hear me. She’s my bitch. She’s here to please me.”



I thought I would die. I stood there shame faced, unable to look at Jessica.



“I see,” Jessica said, trying to remain business like. “Well, this won’t take long. Last months figures are pretty much standard for this time of year. Nothing unusual. It won’t take long to bring you up to date. Then you can get back to…uh…whatever you two were doing.”



“Aren’t you any more curious than that?” Marlene asked. “Did you hear what I said…Sandra is my bitch.”



“I heard you,” Jessica said. “But I don’t need to know the particulars. That’s your business. I just do the books.”



They moved to the living room, sitting across from each other. Marlene motioned for me to sit on the floor at her feet. I continued averting my eyes away from Jessica. I knew how sick and perverted this had to look to her.



As they talked business I sat at Marlene’s feet silently. I finally managed to take a side long glance at Jessica. She was all business…that is until she began to glance back at me. After awhile, she apparently couldn’t hold it in any longer.



“With all due respect, Marlene, I always suspected Sandra was a slut, even when we ran around together. I never thought she would stoop to this level though.”



Marlene smirked. “You don’t know what you’re missing, Jessica. Having your own bitch can be quite practical, Not only will they pleasure you, they’re so helpful in keeping the apartment clean and washing clothes.”



Jessica stared directly at me, her eyes filled with contempt. It made my pussy leak.



Marlene opened her housecoat and spread her legs. I heard a gasp from Jessica.



“Let me show you what I mean,” Marlene said. “Come on Sandra….Let’s show Jessica what a real slut whore you are.”



Having an audience was like the sweetest degradation…like it was scripted for me. I was drowning in humiliation. To do this in front of someone I considered my equal was like the ultimate shame.



Once again I placed my cheek on Marlene’s thigh, inhaling deeply. She splayed her legs invitingly, pulling her panties aside to expose her luscious wet cunt. I licked her slit slowly, gingerly. A white cream oozed from her. I curled my tongue, scooping it up slowly, feeling the wet warmth as it dripped onto my chin.



“Oh my god,” Jessica gasped. “I…I think I should go.”



“No, stay where you are,” Marlene said. “You should loosen up, Jessica. You’re too uptight. Don’t be afraid to allow yourself a little enjoyment. It’s just us girls here.”



I continued licking Marlene’s cunt while Jessica watched intently. When Marlene could no longer suppress her bodily pleasure, her hips began thrusting up against my mouth. I could faintly hear Jessica moaning…a familiar lustful moan.



Suddenly Marlene pushed me away. I followed her gaze…she was staring at Jessica. Jessica, her legs spread, was rubbing her covered crotch, her pink panties clearly soaking.



“What do you think, Jessica?” Marlene said to her. “Do you want Sandra to eat your cunt or do you want to get down here and lick my pussy?”



It was brilliant. Marlene had placed the straight laced woman at a crossroads. Lick or be licked…dom or submissive. Jessica didn’t hesitate.

“I can’t believe this,” Jessica moaned. Get over here, Sandra. Lick me. What a fucking whore you are. Come on…eat my cunt you sick bitch.”



I crawled over to her on my knees, burying my face between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around my head, squeezing me tightly to her crotch. With my tongue inching in between her glistening slit, she humped me like a dog. She came within seconds, her ripe cunt gushing her frothy cream. Her scream was a reminder of my role in her unseemly transition to the dark side.



After a month or so it was apparent that twisted sexual pleasures were consuming my life. I also lived with the constant fear and threat of being exposed. I had absolutely no confidence my friends and co-workers would be understanding if they knew. My paranoia was a constant companion and it was taking its toll on me.



Not only was it unhealthy It was confusing why I embraced humiliation and shame, the impetus to my sexual pleasure. It was clearly a tug of war within my psyche. Between Marlene, Jessica, and my work, I bounced between stress and pleasure with agonizing depression in between. I couldn’t seem to break the cycle, ignoring old friends and activities I once enjoyed.



My only inspiration, it seemed, was humiliation and shame. I had to be an anomaly, a case study in the making.



I finally sought out a psychiatrist, someone who specialized in sexual aberrations. I was referred to Dr Simmons from an anonymous call I made to a clinic.



During my first appointment I almost ran out of the office. Dr Simmons was a woman, not only beautiful but domineering and stern, the very type of woman who was the cause of my problem. I was afraid of her.



I muddled through our first session, not revealing much about myself or my problem. I was afraid to open up to her, fearing it would lead to more sexual arousal, the very problem I was trying to confront.



By our third session I came to the conclusion I had to open up to her. Otherwise, what was the purpose of seeing her every week. When I finally revealed everything to her. It was no surprise my confession had my pussy leaking like a sieve. One step forward, two steps back so to speak.



“Don’t you feel better now that you’ve revealed your real problem to me?” she asked of me. “By the way, why are you acting so flustered, fidgeting around the way you are? Are you nervous are concerned about what I might think of you now?”



I explained what was happening to me. “So, you’re telling me that humiliating yourself by opening up to me is having a sexual effect on you. That’s very interesting. Why is that you suppose?”



“I know you’re a professional,” I murmured, and you can’t help me unless I’m total honest with you. Bit I just can’t help reacting this way. You’re the very type of woman I have difficulty dealing with. You know, beautiful, strong willed and domineering. That’s you isn’t it?” She smiled, accepting my comments as a compliment.



“Tell me then,” she asked as she recrossed her long athletic legs. “What’s going through your mind right now? That you would like to have sex with me? What is it you would like to do to me.?”



“If I tell you it might cause me to have an orgasm…right here,” I confessed. “I don’t want to do that.”



“I’m a doctor,” she said. “I don’t believe you can have an orgasm by just describing your fantasies to me. It’s absurd to think that can happen without you actually touching yourself…you know, masturbating. I think you’re trying to shock me which may be another fantasy of yours. Believe me, I’m shock proof. Actually, I’d like to believe you. It would certainly alter my research to see someone have an orgasm while doing nothing more that conversing.”



She made it sound so clinical. Nevertheless, since she asked, I began to explain what I’d like to do to her. I was very descriptive, even suggesting she lie to me and tell me her panties were soiled.



“Okay,” she snickered. “I’ll humor you If that’s what you want to hear. My panties are extremely soiled, Sandra. I peed through them this morning. I masturbated in them at lunch today They are so stuck to my crotch I don’t know if I can get them off.”



My entire body convulsed as an orgasm swept over me. I fought for breath as I stared at her, her descriptive panty remarks pushing me over the edge. As the orgasm waned, I slumped down in my chair, fully spent. Contrary to her belief, I could tell she was shocked by my performance.



“You…you…my god, you actually had an orgasm without touching yourself,” she stammered. “I didn’t think that was possible. I am truly amazed.”



“I told you,” I said, still trying to catch my breath.



She spoke, barely above a whisper: “I have to confess,Sandra. Watching you just now was truly infectious. It’s really not like me to be aroused by a patient. If fact it has never happened to me before. This is going to give me a lot to think about.”



It was all I could do not to throw myself at her feet, to nuzzle up between her thighs, to sniff her…eat her cunt. I blurted this out to her. I could see she was becoming more uncomfortable.



“I think that will be all for today,” she mumbled. “I apologize for my uneasiness. Your case is highly unusual, to say the least. I’m sorry. I’m not aware of any case study that….uh, never mind. Please, make another appointment with Sharon before you leave. I really want to research this further. OKay?”



I approached Sharon at the front desk to make an appointment for the following week. I could tell by the wrinkling of her nose she could smell the sexual odor emitting from me. —————————————-



I continued to be a large producer for the company. I even received the raise I requested, the request that started my morally objectionable change of life. I think Mr Wylie convinced Marlene that it was in the company’s best interest I be remunerated. I’m sure it didn’t take much convincing. After all, she had me right where she wanted me, enslaved by my fetishes and sexual desires.



She wasn’t very happy when I told her I was seeing a doctor. She made several feeble attempts to discourage me. Jessica, on the other hand, reacted much more strongly. She became frightened, scared that I would reveal her name to the doctor, maybe even claim sexual harassment in the work place. She was beside herself with worry yet she didn’t stop her occasional session with me. She would call me into her office and make be sit under her desk for several hours. She was always thrilled when I swallowed her cum juices. She was, in my opinion, a case study in the making too. —————————————-



The following week I met with Dr Simmons again. This would be my fourth session. Sharon, the receptionist at the front desk, licked her lips suggestively at me when I checked in. I didn’t know what to make of it.



Dr Simmons was not dressed in her typical conservative suit. Wearing a short dark blue skirt and tight pink sweater, it was apparent she wanted to display her large and heavy swaying breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra.



“We ended the last session with you having an orgasm without touching yourself,” she began. “Do you think the way I’m dressed may help you repeat that occurrence?”



It was a strange question coming from a counselor. I wasn’t sure of what she was trying to achieve but it certainly didn’t seem, at least clinically, in my best interest. Why else would she wear something that was sure to arouse my fetish instincts, not help me understand them.



“I’m a little confused,” I said. Are you wanting to see me…you know…?”



“Yes, I want to see you cum again,” she said firmly. “Who knows, maybe it’ll take our session to another level. I’m sure my receptionist Sharon would appreciate that.”



That statement baffled me further. What did the receptionist have to do with anything.



“Does this help,” she said as she uncrossed her legs and spread them suggestively.



I could make out the crotch of her white bikini panties. I gasped, instinctively reaching up to massage my own breast.



“Why don’t you be a good bitch and get down on your knees,” she ordered me. “I lied about my panties last week. I’m not lying today…they’re are soiled. I’ve been naughty and nasty just for you.”



Her sudden un-professional behavior caused the barometer of my lust shoot up off the charts. I slipped to my knees and crawled to her, never taking my eyes from the prize. Her panties were cotton bikinis, the kind a teenager would wear, the kind that soaks up a woman’s nectar.



I didn’t hurry, trying to savor the moment. When my face reached her knees I smelled her sex. I breathed deeply, teasing my nasal passages. I heard the door open and close behind me. I knew it had bo be the receptionist entering. I pushed my face between the doctor’s thighs, my tongue a flick away from tasting her and her soaking panties. I barely noticed the receptionist standing behind me, lifting my skirt, exposing my ass and crotch.



Suddenly a huge object began poking at playfully around my slit. I spread my legs lewdly. I was ecstatic. I was going to be fucked.



With her pussy so freshly ripe it was like sniffing thick fumes. With the bulbous head of the receptionist’s huge dildo probing my cunt, I concerned for my capacity to take it all.



I suddenly had a moment of clarity. Dr Simmons was never going to help me. In fact, she was trying to enable me for her own research and pleasure. I might as well accept my condition…and embrace it.



The doctor’s panties were so soaked they dripping onto my lips. I winced at the pain in my ass, welcoming it as a reminder of my position…my domination by controlling women.



The doctor had mentioned to me that maximizing sexual pleasure was about capacity, how much you can take and give both mentally and physically. Apparently I was part of her putting that theory to the test.



“You fucking slut,” the doctor hissed. “See what you’ve done to me. I hired Sharon as part of my research. She’s a filthy slut too. Now both of you have drawn me down to your level. You two are the sickest bitches I’ve ever treated. Well, I can play this game too.”



What was there not to like, I thought to myself. Her cunt was sloppy and squishy wet with an odor as strong as a net full of salmon. And the dildo, now in my pussy at least seven or eight inches, the ultimate orgasm was building in me, about to be released.



“Do you like me fucking you like a dog?” the receptionist hissed in my ear. “I’m going to fuck you till you scream.”



I didn’t doubt her at all. What mattered was being humped and controlled by an arrogant trailer trash whore. That’s what made it so shameful sweet.



“Christ,” the Doctor moaned. “Look at her Sharon. She’s sucking my pussy like she would a raw clam. Her tongue…so fucking good.”



Sharon was unrelenting in her assault on me, the huge cock probing deeper than I had ever been fucked before. The seed of my orgasm was growing from deep within. I thought it might be more than I could stand. I hoped so…



Doctor Simmons was nearly losing control, obviously unable to suppress a lust level she had only read about in books. Her thrusting hips became active from the beginning of my tonguing her. She was verbal, spewing out things that excited me. Her degrading and belittling remarks had me crazy with lust. The thick cock, now buried deep in me, was like losing my virginity all over again.



I must have looked a sight, being fucked from behind as I slurped the cunt of this highly educated woman till she moaned for sexual relief.



“Oh god, that’s it,” she moaned. You piece of shit…make me cum in your pussy mouth, bitch. This is what your good for…swallowing cum, serving women like me. Yesssss….right there….lick…lick harder…yesssss, suck it….suck my…oh god yes, suck my clit.”



I soaked up her contempt for me. My ass thrust back against the dildo relentlessly, trying to deepen its reach even further up into my womb. Suddenly Carol withdrew the thick rubber cock. I moaned out my displeasure. But when she began poking at my virgin anal hole, I braced for the maximum degradation.



My muffled scream apparently delighted the doctor. “that’s it, Sharon,” she hissed nastily. “Hurt the bitch. Fuck her shit hole. Make her your queer bitch…”



They were like overly passionate amateurs, managing to shame me like I had never been shamed before. They were using me for their own twisted pleasure, trying to push me beyond my willingness.



I could feel a tremor building deep in my cunt. Unbelievably, I was approaching an anal orgasm. My piggish grunts sounded nasty and obscene.



Doctor Simmon’s clit quivered between my lips, her oozing cunt abruptly becoming a gusher of thick buttery cream. Her orgasm must have been an agonizing pleasure, her body convulsing involuntarily. My own orgasm followed, my anal hole puckering in rhythm with my discharging cunt. It was unimaginable pleasure. My animal grunting was fitting to a slut like me.



I was wrong about Doctor Simmon’s domineering nature. When the receptionist suddenly forced the doctor to her knees and plunged the shit covered dildo up her ass. The doctor’s whimpers sounded strangely familiar…she sounded like me.



I snickered to myself…wondered how this was going to effect her research…the study she mentioned repeatedly during my sessions with her.



There was little doubt this would be my last appointment with her. I didn’t need to pay someone two hundred dollars an hour who had, as it turned out, the same symptoms as me.



At work next morning, there was extraordinary news circulating around the office. Kyra, my former friend and client, had been arrested for possessing and trading in child pornography. Apparently some slut she picked up in a lesbian bar turned her in.



I wasn’t all that surprised. But my friendship with her was so well known I feigned disgust in my attempt to distance myself from her.



Marlene summoned me to her office. I hurried down the hall, assuming she wanted her pussy licked. I hoped so.



“You heard about Kyra I suppose,” she said. “Too bad. You know, I met her two daughters once. Cute girls. Good thing they’re away at college and don’t have to face this embarrassment. On the other hand, if they were here, their mother’s predicament might make them ripe for picking if you know what I mean.”



“That’s sick,” I muttered. “They’re just young innocent girls.”



“What the hell you talking about?” Marlene hissed at me. “They’re almost twenty years old. Any way, the reason I called you in here was to make sure you stay on top of things with her Company. Make sure sales don’t dip too much. Okay.”



“Yeah, okay. I’m sure Phyllis, her assistant will be handling things over there for awhile.”



“So, how did your doctor’s appointment go,” she asked, changing the subject. “Is the good doctor going to cure you, make you believe you’re not the piece of shit slut you’ve turned out to be?”



Marlene’s stinging words aroused me.Reluctantly, I told her what happened at my last appointment. She didn’t act surprised, even musing aloud making an appointment with the doctor to solicit her as a maid also. My body was really warming up now.



Her remarks about Kyra’s daughters, even though disgusting, had an effect on me. It was, as much as I hated to admit it, an alluring fantasy.



I wanted her to use me, to take the edge off. For whatever reason she seemed content in continuing her chatty mode.



Someone tapped on the door. It was Jessica, the bookkeeper. Her stern librarian look was especially appealing today. I really needed some dirty sex to calm me down.



“Did you hear about Kyra?” she asked Marlene.



“Yeah, the whole office has heard,” Marlene said.



“What’s this slut bitch doing in here?” she asked Marlene, referring to me. “You getting a cunt licking on company time?”



Suddenly Marlene’s disposition changed. “It’s none of your fucking business, Jessica. That is unless you want to lick my pussy. Is that what you came in here for? To lick my cunt?”



Jessica had mistakenly assumed that in our small sexual network she and Marlene were equals. Marlene was offering her a moment of clarity. Even among dominant women there was a pecking order. I was Marlene’s bitch, but, in a way, so was Jessica. This was Marlene’s way of giving her a jolt of reality.



Jessica’s stern composure was shaken for a moment. Perverted office sex was still new to her. Marlene, seeing weakness in Jessica’s eyes, pounced on her. She loved playing mental games.



“Why don’t you come over here and eat my cunt, Jessica,” Marlene said teasingly. “You’ve never licked a woman’s pussy before but you’ve watched Sandra lick yours. I’m sure you could get the hang of it in no time.”



Jessica’s eyes blinked nervously, trying to figure out how to extract herself from an uncomfortable situation. Unlike me, she wasn’t accustomed to being humiliated, especially in front of me.



I could see Marlene was enjoying this distraction from work. She continued her harassment of Jessica.



“Maybe you’re like Kyra,” she hissed at Jessica. “Maybe you like little girls. Is that it, Jessica? Do you prefer little girls?”



I was sure Jessica didn’t see that coming. I know I didn’t. Poor Jessica, she didn’t know how to respond. If I wasn’t so turned on by the conversation I would have felt sorry for her.



“How about that step-daughter of yours, Jessica?” Marlene continued her attack. “Isn’t she one of those sexy cheerleaders. “Do you ever fantasize about her. I’ll bet she has a sweet pussy, all pink and luscious. Do you fantasize how succulent it is…all ripe to be licked.”



“Oh god,” Jessica gasped. “Please, don’t talk about her like that. Leave her out of this. Please…I…I can’t stand this. You’re such a cruel bitch, Marlene. Why are you turning on me like this?” ”



Because I know you, Jessica. Or I know women like you. In denial. Admit it, you fucking slut. You would love to suck your step-daughter’s cunt. Say it. Don’t lie to yourself…or me.”



Jessica, the woman who made me do all those nasty things to her, looked at me for support. Her pleading eyes took on a look of disgust when she saw my hand disappear under my skirt to fondle myself.



“You rotten bitch,” she spat out at Marlene. “I never thought of my step-daughter sexually. She’s only eighteen years old for god’s sake. You are one sick bitch and I’ll see you fired from this company before I allow you to defame me like this.”



Marlene never blinked. Rising from her desk, she walked over to Jessica, slipping her hand under the bookkeeper’s skirt. Jessica closed her eyes. She didn’t pull away.



I heard the moan from Jessica’s lips…watched the slight thrusting motion of her hips. She was responding to Marlene’s caressing fingers between her legs. Marlene was unbelievably astute.



“I’m sorry I brought your step-daughter into our conversation,” Marlene whispered into Jessica’s ear. “I know you think she’s an innocent teenager. But that’s her charm. I also think hose short little skirts she wears to show off her tanned athletic legs might be sexually tantalizing to you.”



“Uh…yeah, legs…strong tanned legs,” Jessica stammered. “Sweaty cheerleader…all of them…their white scanty panties…pretty sweaty panties.”



“Yes, I understand,” Marlene continued whispering. “Tight clinching ass cheeks…perky tits.”



“Oh god,” Jessica moaned as her body shook uncontrollably, an orgasm that virtually maimed her with pleasure.



Jessica’s hips, humping Marlene’s fingers in total abandonment, thighs spread lewdly in a silent pleading to be fucked.



My own orgasm exploded, cum juice puddling in the palm of my hand. Jessica and I moaned in unison, the room becoming sated with the odor of our discharging cunts. Marlene had orchestrated this…all of this. She was a master…my master.

This story deals with themes of reluctance and coercion in a lesbian setting. If you feel that you might be offended by such material then please try a different story.



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Chapter 1



How had it come to this?



Her stateroom could have swallowed my unpretentious double cabin several times over but, as I finished getting undressed, I would have given anything to return to the sanctuary of my own modest space.



Knowing what was to come it took a huge effort of will to lay down on the bed but, after many hours of anguished thought, I could see no other way.



She used the webbing belts from her cabin trunks to secure my limbs to the four corners of the bed and I was acutely aware of her ‘old lady’ smells. There was the lacquer in her expensively curled hair vying with the heaviness of her lavender scent and the sweet smell of sherry on her breath.



In fact, the epithet was unfair. She was in her early fifties, that I knew from the newspapers, but she looked at least ten years younger.



She was making full use of the onboard beautician and, that evening, she looked quite striking. Her tailored silk evening gown concealed the few extra pounds that she was carrying and bouyed up her heavy breasts to spectacular effect.



“There, dinner is going to be so much more exciting knowing what I have to come back to.”



With the aid of the adjustable straps she had bound me quite tightly and I was not sure what I feared the most — the possibility of cramps or the prospect of what lay in store when she returned. Then, another, more worrying, thought occurred. What if there was an accident of some description? Would she come back for me?



I knew that it was an irrational notion but I felt a stab of fear. In the event I need not have worried. As she put the finishing touches to her makeup there was a hesitant knock at the door.



She got up to answer it and my heart stopped when I heard her speak.



“You’re early, but no matter, come in.”



The two cabin girls expressed no great surprise on seeing me lying naked on the bed but my embarrassment was all the greater for recognizing them. They were two of the Eastern European girls who were assigned to our economy deck.



I suppose that it stood to reason that, if she was going to chose baby sitters, she was not going to pick from amongst the more elite staff that tended to the upper decks.



The girls, both pretty, were out of uniform and dressed in a simple but alluring style that reinforced my conception that a lot of them took the job simply in hope of snagging someone wealthy.



I could only surmise that she had told them exactly what to expect on entering the cabin, a theory that was borne out when a reasonably large sum of US dollars changed hands.



“Okay, I’m dining with the captain this evening and so I don’t imagine that I’ll be back much before midnight. I want you to keep her amused but I don’t want her to get too excited. Am I understood?”



The girls smiled and nodded as they put away their money and then, without another word, she picked up her shawl and left.



I assumed that she had hired the girls out of concern for my well being, which suggested a more caring side to her nature, but her parting words left me fearful.



As soon as she had left the room they giggled shrilly in disbelief. They were both perfectly fluent in English but they now spoke excitedly in their native tongue leaving me struggling to comprehend.



They seemed to be egging one another on but both seemed reluctant to take the lead. Finally, the older of the two clicked her tongue and began to root around in her cheap handbag.



My eyes widened in disbelief as she produced a well worn vibrator. It was a plain design and its chrome finish had partially dulled to a gunmetal grey.



She switched it on and it buzzed noisily causing them to laugh out loud but quickly gathering herself she spoke excitedly.



The gist of it was horrifyingly clear but there was nothing I could do about it. With a wicked smile she held the end of the cylinder between her thumb and forefinger allowing the weight of it to rest on my sex.



As if imbued with a life of its own it moved slowly and sinuously across my mons occasioning further hilarity. I closed my eyes and remained still, trying to ignore the ticklish sensation, but there was no respite.



Each time it threatened to fall away she moved it back to the apex of my sex and allowed it to draw another random path.



Finally my anger got the better of me and I began to struggle, cursing them as I did so, but they seemed completely unfazed. The younger one left the bed for a moment and, having examined the contents of the mini bar, returned with an opened bottle and two glasses of white wine.



When I was still once more they resumed the game taking it in turns to play the tormentress. Every now and again I put up renewed resistance but they simply waited me out and picked up where they left off.



By now I had ascertained that the older girl was Kadri and the younger was called something that sounded like Meena. Using their names I tried to appeal to their better natures but, fuelled with wine, they were imbued with the spirit of devilment.



Kadri seemed content to carry on as before but my labia were growing sore from the insidious, but constant, buffeting and it was a mixed blessing when Meena took it upon herself to escalate matters.



When her turn came she took hold of the vibrator more positively and teased the very tip inside me.



She stared at me awaiting a reaction and my face betrayed the onset of an unwelcome arousal. Compared to my own expensive model it was crude and loud but the result was the same nonetheless.



The throbbing resonated deep within setting up a delicious tension and, without thought, I lifted my hips invitingly. In response Meena made a playfully remonstrative tutting sound and eased away.



Kadri began to show renewed interest as Meena mirrored my movements neither withdrawing altogether nor granting me the boon of the deeper penetration my body now craved.



Some part of my mind still registered that I was being abused, and urged defiance, but I was being overwhelmed by a powerful carnal instinct.



Neither of them could ever have found themselves in a situation like this before but Meena was proving remarkably adept. Over the next few minutes my movements became more frantic with the desire more positive contact but her teasing was ruthlessly controlled.



I felt myself beginning to perspire but, more embarrassingly, I began to catch the scent of my own arousal on the air. Kadri smiled and twitched her nostrils theatrically before she decided to increase my anguish.



Whilst Meena continued to amuse herself with the vibrator Kadri began to tease my nipples. She was wearing false nails, bearing tiny stars against a midnight blue background, and she gently scratched at my engorged teats.



I have always thought my nipples too large in proportion to my modest breasts but the gain is their extreme sensitivity. Most of the men I have taken to my bed find them fascinating but none of them fully understood just what it did for me. On a number of occasions I have brought myself a climax by concentrating on my breasts alone but always followed quickly by an encore with my hands between my legs.



Kadri seemed more in tune with me than any man and, for a moment or two, it was her knowing fingertips, rather than the vibrator, that threatened my equilibrium.



Meena noticed and redoubled her own efforts but then she leaned forward and whispered something in Kadri’s ear which made her eyes open just a little wider. For a second or two her fingers were still and she appeared uncertain but then she clearly reached a decision.



Accompanied by a surprised gasp from her companion she leaned down and took my nipple between her lips. She remained frozen in place, as though shocked at her own audacity, and then I felt the first hesitant touch of her tongue.



Intuitively I knew it was her first time which dispelled the fleeting notion that they might, in fact, have been a couple but that in no way diminished my sense of revulsion.



Aside from a very short-lived, unconsummated, schoolgirl crush that I had on my choir mistress I had never since entertained the prospect of a relationship with another woman.



As she gained confidence her tongue was soon achieving the same results as her fingers had previously. She sucked gently holding my nipple captive between her pursed lips as she laved the heavily dimpled surface.



I was going out of my mind. At the core there was a burning anger but, by slow degrees, my body was surrendering.



Kadri was alternating between my breasts, and I felt myself poised at the edge, when she suddenly withdrew.



I opened my eyes to find Meena whispering to her again and whatever the younger girl had said brought a high colour to her friend’s cheeks. I did not understand her reply but I understood the import. It was a categorical refusal but Meena gave a mock pout and began to coax.



She drew Kadri to one side and, for a second or two, the debate was heated but, suddenly, they both giggled almost nervously.



They moved to the end of the bed, where I could see them clearly, and then Meena put a hand behind her friends head and gently brought their mouths together.



Even from my recumbent position I could see the tension and unease in Kadri’s body but as Meena entwined her fingers in her hair, binding them together, she visibly relaxed.



I sensed, rather than saw, the moment of capitulation as her head turned slightly and I imagined their tongues entwining.



I felt an immediate sense of relief at being left alone but for reasons I could not explain my arousal remained unabated. I wanted to look away but found that I could not.



I tried to make sense of their behaviour and then it struck me. She had probably told them I was a lesbian and they, believing it, were trying to excite me and increase my growing frustration.



I was minded to tell them that I was strictly heterosexual, that they were wasting their time, but now I was curious as to how far they would take it.



Kadri seemed lost in their embrace but Meena was looking directly at me with a knowing glint in her eye.



She was gently stroking the nape of Kadri’s neck with her fingertips and the older woman’s body responded with an appreciative shiver. I could not see her other hand but her fingers must have been at work as her blouse fell open.



Kadri froze for a moment, unsure how to react to this new development, but Meena took the lead again. Taking hold of Kadri’s hand she brought it to her exposed bra and encouraged her to slip inside.



Meena was well endowed and, for a fleeting second, I wondered how another woman’s breasts would feel to the touch. Kadri was obviously fired with the same perverse curiosity. At first she did nothing, remaining awkwardly still, but then, emboldened, I saw her hand flex.



Meena reacted by letting her arms fall to her sides and then, with a subtle shrug of her shoulders, her blouse slipped to the floor. Kadri seemed not to notice as she continued with her tentative exploration.



She was so enraptured that she did not see the expression of triumph that Meena directed towards me and, as if to confirm her dominion, she half turned inviting Kadri to remove her bra altogether.



There was a hint of hesitation but with a gentle stroke of the hair and a few soothing words she was lost. She worked the fastenings with uncertain fingers allowing the bra to fall free.



Meena held herself with new found composure and I realized that she was putting herself on display for the benefit of both of us. If her breasts were enhanced then it was a credit to the surgeon’s art. They were plump and gravity defying with perfectly rounded nipples which stood proudly erect.



Now, as she put her hand to the back of Kadri’s head, it was with a gentle enticing pressure. Again she spoke but this time with a positive glance in my direction.



I needed no translation. She was telling Kadri that their act was really turning me on but it was noticeable that, at no time, did she check for herself…she wanted to believe.



She allowed herself to be eased downwards and Meena’s eyes brightened as she felt her friend’s talented mouth closing around her nipple. I immediately felt an odd pang of envy which translated itself into an increased warmth between my legs.



She looked straight at me and, rather than look away, I challenged her with a cold stare but she was getting to me and she knew it. Without taking her eyes from mine she brought her mouth to Kadri’s ear and spoke softly beyond my hearing.



Whatever was said caused her to emit a muted, pleasurable, groan but she did not disengage.



Meena indulged her for a moment or two more and then she placed her hands on her shoulders. With seeming reluctance Kadri allowed herself to be released from her task as her young friend encouraged her to kneel.



My heart was hammering in my chest but I hardly dared breathe. In the space of a few minutes there had been a seismic shift in the relationship between these two women and I watched it unfold with a sense of warped fascination.



Kadri remained on her knees, a supplicant awaiting instruction, and Meena radiated a new found aura of authority. She calmly unfastened her skirt and let it pool at her feet.



Perversely, the thing that immediately struck me was the mismatch of her underwear. Her discarded bra was white but her panties, now revealed, were a dark shade of blue.



She stood perfectly still, allowing Kadri to take stock, and once sure that she would not take flight she slowly slipped them down to her ankles.



I wondered what was in Kadri’s mind as her friend stood naked before her with her sex just inches from her face. I was surprised to see that she retained a neat growth of dark hair which contrasted with her lightly tanned skin.



The sight triggered something unconscious within me and I became more acutely aware of the rich scent of womanhood. Was it just me or Meena too? If so, how must it be for Kadri transfixed at such close quarters?



As if in slow motion Meena returned her hand to the back of Kadri’s head and began to stroke with a gossamer touch. Her intent appeared so innocent but, millimetre by millimetre, she began to draw her in.



My neck muscles were cramping badly but I ignored the discomfort. With an almost imperceptible movement of her hips Meena brushed the tip of Kadri’s nose against her dark fur and I was sure that I heard her inhale.



Meena responded, edging forward so that Kadri’s head was tipped fractionally and her whole nose enveloped. In this way her sex was offered up and, for some unaccountable reason, I felt my own mouth flood with saliva.



There was a tense pause until, finally, Meena’s eyes fluttered closed and a blissful smile lit her face. Her hands were still, holding Kadri gently in place, and if she was seeking to make me jealous she was succeeding.



It was an idea that I would never have contemplated. The thought of encouraging another woman to experience lesbian sex for the first time by making her go down on me was so wild it was beyond imagining; but now it was almost as though I could feel her tongue on my sex.



My body was fluttering on the brink of orgasm as I watched Kadri surrender altogether. Her hands cupped Meena’s taut buttocks and she emitted a smothered groan as she pulled herself closer still. The slight movement of her head betrayed the effort of pressing her tongue deep inside and Meena’s back arched with pleasure.



Within seconds her body began to shake as she succumbed to a wrenching climax and I almost sobbed with frustration. Meena was clearly taken by surprise both by the suddenness and the intensity but she quickly recovered her composure.



Kadri remained on her knees her manner radiating uncertainty but Meena allowed her no time either for remorse or reflection. With unseemly haste she dragged a heavily cushioned armchair into the centre of the room and sat herself down.



She relaxed with her legs lewdly parted and even from where I lay I could discern the wetness of her sex in its frame of darkness. I thought that she was too sure of herself. I was certain that, for Kadri, this had been an aberration and I experienced a momentary pleasure as I anticipated a backlash.



As Meena ran her fingertips through her dampened curls I saw Kadri’s body stiffen. She half rose and my heart quickened but, to my astonishment, she moved closer to the chair and settled on her knees.



Meena smiled as she accepted Kadri’s supplication.



“Votke aega…”



I did not understand the whispered words but their meaning could be inferred. As she relaxed more fully in the chair I was sure that she had said “Take your time…”



Chapter 2



My neck muscles gave up the struggle and I lay helpless, listening as Meena took her pleasure. I had no way to judge the passage of time but it seemed like hours as she groaned her way through at least three orgasms without any hint of reciprocation.



At one point she reacted sharply as Kadri obviously did something that was not completely to her liking but then things settled once more.



I tried to shut them out but the truth was that I was getting ever more frustrated. I found myself hoping that they would return their attention to me and, though I found it hard to admit to myself, I wanted something more intimate than the touch of a vibrator.



From far beneath me I perceived the throb of the ships engines muted almost to silence and I was reminded that, by now, the band was probably taking the stage without me.



The thought brought with it a renewed stab of anger. It seemed that, once again, it was me having to make all the sacrifices. It was hard to believe that, just six months earlier, I had been content writing and performing my own songs. I had started to build a solid following and word of mouth was swelling the modest crowds.



Even now I could not rationalize the changes that Janine had wrought on my life in so short a time. She had an arresting beauty and I was as much in awe of her ‘Roxy’ stage persona as the devoted fans that followed her around the country but there was more to it than that.



I know I am attractive and I like to think that I present myself to the world as an, ambitious, self-confident young woman but hidden, deep inside, is still some element of the shy young girl I once was and Janine, or rather ‘Roxy’ had an uncanny knack of tapping into that vulnerability.



My manager was responsible for getting me the gig as support to Roxy’s all girl band ‘Samois’. To begin with I was uneasy; I was not sure that my singer/songwriter acoustic guitar style would go down well with her hardened audiences but she assured me that, if I could carry it off, it would be a big step forward in terms of recognition.



In the event the crowds were generous in their support and the more so when, one night, I joined ‘Samois’ on stage for their encore. The fact was that they were all competent musicians but little more. Their covers were solidly performed but their own material was poor and it was quickly apparent that it was Roxy who, armed with lead guitar, and wearing just enough to preserve her modesty, was the real attraction.



It was towards the end of the short tour when Roxy surprised me by asking if the band could perform “Halo” one of my songs that I had earmarked as a possible first release.



I did not think that it would lend itself to a band treatment but I had nothing to lose and I was surprised at how well it came off. The complicated chord changes reined in their heavy metal instincts and Roxy’s vocal, pitched in a lower register than mine, brought out something different in the song.

The following day Roxy asked me to join the band.



All my instincts told me to refuse but there was no doubting that I had enjoyed my time on the road with them and when Roxy puts her mind to something she usually gets her way.



The lure was the studio time they already had booked to rehearse for their first album. Roxy told me that they wanted to include a number of my songs and that she saw “Halo” as a single. With my ego suitably massaged I agreed to join for a trial period.



I should have seen the warning signs at the end of the tour. Roxy peremptorily announced that Jen, the band’s rhythm guitarist, had been sacked to make way for me.



This was completely unexpected, and upsetting, but it had a brutal logic. Jen was the weak link in terms of musicianship and her dismissal made way for Roxy to pick up on rhythm whilst I stepped up to play lead. I was a better guitarist than Roxy and it also allowed her to give more focus to the vocals.



I was still lost in my own self-pity when my reverie was disturbed. Meena was back on her feet and shooing Kadri away as she dressed herself hurriedly. She pushed the chair back to its spot and, with heated whispers, ushered Kadri from the room.



She must have been worried about Hannah’s return as she tidied up and sprayed cheap perfume into the air; then, bizarrely, given what had transpired, she draped a bed sheet over my naked body.



She was still making running repairs to her make-up when the entrance bell chimed softly. She opened the door to let Hannah in and, after a brief whispered exchange, punctuated by sly giggles, she left me at the mercy of my American nemesis.



“I hope those girls looked after you.”



I could have ripped the smug smile from her face but she still held all the cards.



“Well if you don’t want to talk about it I guess I’ll just have a look see.”



Wondering what she meant I turned my head to follow her as she sat down at the cabin’s hand carved writing bureau. I had not paid any heed to the laptop which lay open and seemingly dormant but, at touch of a button, it flared into life.



It took a second or two to appreciate that the image on the screen was showing the interior of the cabin in real time and, more particularly, the area around the bed. With a sense of foreboding I watched as her fingers flashed over the keys and the images began to run backwards at high speed.



“My, my…”



She had frozen the screen at a point showing Kadri between Meena’s legs. Increasing the volume she allowed the scene to unfold.



For a built-in web cam the image was astonishingly well defined, even from where I lay, but she could afford the best that money could buy. She chuckled as she watched for a few seconds before skipping still further back.



“Oh this I’ll save ’til later.”



I saw myself with my back arched and Meena teasing the vibrator away from me. I felt a blush of embarrassment but, at the same time, a renewed, unwanted, tingling between my legs. With another deft flick of the finger she cleared the screen and then stood up.



“Well, well, my own little ‘Katie’”



She knew that I hated her nickname for me. It came about when she said that my image needed a makeover. She wanted me to make more of my sexuality to give the band an appeal beyond Roxy’s raunchy stage costumes. She told me that my brown eyes, and dark, tousled, hair gave me a resemblance to Katie Melua and she arranged for her make-up people to show me how to exaggerate the similarities.



As first I was resentful but when I saw the finished result I have to admit that I was impressed. My conventional features now seemed subtly imbued with the smouldering appeal of an untamed gypsy.



I shivered as she lightly ran the back of her finger across my cheek before slowly pulling away the sheet as if revealing a succulent delicacy.



It was at that point that I rebelled. For a little while I had dared hope that the humiliation I had suffered at the hands of the two cabin girls was to be the full extent of my ordeal but the voracious look in her eyes told me otherwise.



Nothing was worth this and if it meant losing the house then so be it.



“I’m through with this. I’m through with you and the band. Untie me and let me out of here.”



My fit of pique only seemed to amuse her. She made no move to unfasten me and, instead, she slipped the ties of her evening dress and let it fall to the floor.



In days past she must have been a very desirable young woman and she had lost none of the confidence that came from knowing the effect she could have. She was heavier now but still held herself with a warranted self belief.



Her grey, silk fringed, underwear looked very expensive and I wondered, for a fleeting moment, if it was custom made. The bra appeared perfectly moulded to her impressive breasts and the matching panties helped disguise the slight roundness of her belly. She was wearing stockings with a garter belt exhibiting legs that would be the envy of many a younger woman.



I wanted to turn my head aside to express my disdain but I could not avert my eyes and her knowing smile implied that she understood more of what was going on in my head than I did myself.



“Hannah, I’m serious, untie me or so help me I’ll scream.”



“You can scream as much as you like. These staterooms are pretty much soundproof and I can assure you that my neighbours will be fawning at the captain’s table for a little while yet.”



As she spoke she took off her bra and panties and slid onto the bed to kneel astride my stomach. In a panic I made a pathetic attempt to shout for help but my mouth was dry and all I managed was strangled whine.



“There’s something you should know honey. One way or another you are going to do this for me and if you’re going to scream it’s only going to turn me so much more.”



“Is this what gets you off you sadistic bitch?”



Even as I spoke the words I recognized my own hypocrisy. She was only taking to extremes the very thoughts that had aroused me as I watched Meena manipulate her older friend.



Hannah made no response other than to shimmy forwards until her knees slipped over my pinioned arms.



Her stockinged thighs, so attractive only seconds before, now assumed an aspect of dark menace as they walled in the sides of my head.



Instinctively, I closed my eyes but I felt her looming up over me. I wanted to disembody myself but my senses were heightened. I could feel the heat from her skin and, when I dared breathe once more, it was to overwhelm my nostrils with a hideously familiar scent.



She had not lied when she said that she would be thinking about me during dinner; she had obviously been aroused for a very long time.



I breathed as shallowly as I could but rising panic was urging me to do the exact opposite. I fought it down and tried to remain still but, as I did so, I felt a faint, rhythmic, movement.



I tried to dispel the images that my mind was conjuring but I could no longer ignore the reality of the situation when I heard the slow sucking sound of moisture. From my imprisoned position the sound seemed grotesquely loud, as she fully appreciated, and for the next few seconds she must have worked her fingers deep inside to leave me in no doubt of the fate that awaited me.



I shivered in revulsion but, at the same time, I became keenly aware of a knot of tension centred on my sex.



The sounds ceased and the gentle movement resumed. The impulse to open my eyes to see what was actually happening was strong but I felt paralyzed. That was suddenly changed by an unexpected wetness on my lips.



That instant will remain branded into my memory forever. I found her looking down at me with a blissful smile on her face but there were so many impressions. Her stockings darkened by the sheen of perspiration slicking her inner thighs, the slight swell of her belly and, above, the imperiousness of her heavy breasts but, more than anything else, it was that first sight of her sex.



She was perfectly depilated and her skin glowed. Taking her fingers away she invited me to look as if she were bestowing a gift.



I have never considered a woman’s sexual anatomy in terms of its proportions but the contrast was so stark that I felt almost juvenile by comparison. Much of it had to do my unwelcome vantage point and the fact that I had never been in such intimate proximity but it went well beyond that.



Her mons bulged almost arrogantly and her labia bloomed proudly in a way that mine never could. Their dun colouring, shading to a more vivid pink at the tips, instilled them with a curious, but frightening, beauty.



As I watched she brushed a fingertip along the fringe and they parted in welcome revealing a glistening interior sowing the air with her scent. She turned her finger slowly back and forth and then held it over my face.



It was so wet that a viscous droplet slowly formed at the tip and I could do nothing as it pendulously broke free and fell to my lips.



I clenched my teeth to prevent my tongue from doing what would otherwise come naturally but this only served to increase her amusement. She touched her finger to my mouth and then rubbed gently.



Her touch was so delicate that it set up a ticklish sensation and, before I could stop myself, I licked my lips clean.



She stared at me intently as I assimilated the taste of another woman for the very first time. My immediate impression was that it was unpleasantly strong and I tried to clear my mouth but, in so doing, some new facet was revealed.



It was not sweetness but rather a mellow richness that excited my tongue and chimed with something deep in my subconscious.



The look on her face was one of anticipation, and barely restrained excitement, and I knew then that I was not the first to be thus deflowered. She recognized something in my expression and brought her finger back to my mouth.



I was teetering at the edge of a precipice but I could not help myself. I licked, almost without thought, trying to pin down the haunting familiarity.



I felt disorientated and when she took her finger away it was almost as if she had been touching my sex and had now left me bereft. I should have been fighting her but hours of pent up arousal were exerting an aberrant influence.



Confident of my capitulation she gave a gentle sigh and allowed her body to relax. Reflexively, I stiffened in defence but her immediate intent was not to smother me. Rather, she settled unhurriedly and teased her labia across my mouth.



I was frozen in indecision, still desperately trying to summon the will to resist, when she moved fractionally brushing against my nose. What possessed me just then I could not say but I drew a deep breath filling my lungs with the very essence of her.



I have tried cannabis just once in my life but the effects paled into insignificance when compared to the intoxication that I felt at that moment. My heart raced and I felt a flush of heat across my whole body.



I wrenched my arm as I tried to touch myself and my bondage assumed a new significance. I had thought that it was to allow her to force herself on me, and I have no doubt that she would have done so if necessary, but now I saw that it was a way to keep me absolutely focused.



She wanted me at a pitch of arousal but with no means of alleviation. I was to be allowed just one outlet for my frustration and that was the unalloyed attention that I was expected to lavish on her sex.



As I came to this understanding I was angered but, at the same time, I squirmed as a fevered pulsing between my legs refused to be ignored.



I tried to resist but she began to lazily graze her sex against my mouth once more. Her scent seemed to cloak my face making me uncomfortably warm and I reflexively parted my lips a little in order to breathe more deeply.



This was her cue to take things to a new level of intimacy. Her labia pressed against my lips in a parody of a kiss and I met her with my tongue.



Afterwards, I would tell myself that there had been no choice but there was no denying the forbidden excitement so intense that I felt light headed.



Her lips were surprisingly cool, glassy smooth, as they folded about my tongue in welcome. I responded by pressing a little deeper and was almost immediately overwhelmed by her taste. It was warm and abundant filling my mouth with its intensity.



The echoes of Kadri’s discovery of Meena sounded somewhere deep in my mind but I could no more help myself than she had. I thrust deeper still and felt experienced muscles holding me in place, a silent reminder of who was in control.



The steady pressure was oddly comforting and I sealed my lips about her sex whilst moisture continued to leach over my tongue. We remained locked as one and I attuned her inner rhythm as her whole body exuded a sense of self satisfaction.



After a while she stretched a little and entwined her fingers at the back of her head. It was only the slight trembling of her breasts that betrayed the fact that she was in the throes of a perfectly controlled orgasm.



All I could do was lay there and watch until my tongue registered a final rippling sensation as she reached the summit and held herself there before relaxing into a slow descent.



It was then that I was struck by raw, feminine, power that she exuded. Here was a woman who believed that the world, and everyone in it, was there for the taking and she took as if by right.



For just a second I felt a shiver of fear but then consoled myself with the thought that she might have made things a whole lot worse for me — and then she proceeded to do just that.



The pressure on my abused tongue eased but, as I prepared to slide free, I felt a reproving squeeze. I was left with no time to consider this new turn of events as she slid herself forward a little as she had done before.



With cold deliberation she used her fingers to close her labia around my nose completely sealing me in. I opened my mouth to breathe but only managed to inhale the wetness of her sex.



I began to struggle beneath her but she retained her poise and held herself in place. I forced myself to remain calm and opened my mouth wider still. I now had a little air but every painstaking breath bore her humid taint.



I knew that I must not exert myself and only when she was happy that I had learned this lesson did she proceed.



She began to move her body, a gentle oscillation which brought a slightly uncomfortable pressure to bear on my nose but kept her sex centred on my mouth.



It took me a few seconds to adjust and to realize that I could actually feel the firm nub of her clitoris.



That I was so aware suggested a degree of development that left me, by contrast, sadly lacking. I tried to dismiss the thought from my mind but it remained in sharp focus as, over the next few minutes, she languorously rode my face.



It seemed as if every muscle was now voicing a complaint, after hours of abuse and restraint, but I had no choice but to endure. The only exception was my disregarded sex which was manifesting an ache of an altogether different nature.



I could not understand why, when subjected to this torture, my body was still aroused.



Slowly, insidiously, her movements became just a little less controlled and discomfort threatened to tip over into real pain but then came a series of forceful jerks until she stopped altogether.



Once again I felt the pulsing that heralded the onset of her climax but the first had only been a prelude to this. She gave a low groan and then there was a sudden release.



I thought I would be drowned as my mouth was filled with spurts of warm moisture, one succeeding another. Such was the force of her inundation that I was swallowing involuntarily.



I knew that some women experienced this and, on one occasion, whilst alone with my vibrator, I had been taken by surprise but it was nothing of this order. It seemed to take minutes until she yielded up the last seeping drops.



When it was over she got up from the bed, still breathing hard, and went to fetch a robe from the bathroom. When she returned she began to unfasten my bindings.



“I hope you enjoyed lesson one…I’m already looking forward to tomorrow…”



Chapter 3



I could not bring myself to go back to my cabin straight away. Instead, I went down to the fitness suite, picked up a towel, and spent a long time just standing under a shower.



The warm water helped to ease my aching muscles but I was left with the impression that the scent of her still remained on me. Dismissing this as a ridiculous notion I took a long walk around the promenade deck to get some fresh air.



It was a still night, the only breeze coming from the stately motion of the ship across the calm Atlantic. By contrast, my mind was in turmoil. The evening’s surreal proceedings had set up so many conflicting emotions that I felt nauseous and I tried to focus my mind on a way out.



Everything had been going so well. The thrill of being in the studio, and hearing my songs professionally produced for the first time, was exhilarating and the more so when the rough edges of the band’s musicianship were smoothed off. I really thought that we had the makings of a very special album.



Then Glennys disappeared.



In retrospect my trust in her as the band’s manager was stupidly naive but she was, after all, one of Roxy’s, oldest friends. Not only did the tour proceeds disappear with her but it transpired that none of the studio time had actually been paid for.



We faced a bill for tens of thousands and, after Roxy had finished hollowly swearing a bloody vengeance, I found out just what a house of straw ‘Samois’ really was. The girls did not even own their own instruments, everything was leased, the only one with any real assets was me.



I had actually managed to make a living when I was touring solo but that was simply because I owned outright the home I lived in. When my mother became seriously ill my coward of a father walked out leaving us to cope alone. My mother divorced him in absentia and then bequeathed everything to me but I would have given it all up if I could have just have had just a few more months with her.



It seemed a total betrayal of her trust in me when I raised a mortgage on the property to bail out the band; but what choice did I have? The recording studio retained the rights to the master tracks and were threatening court proceedings.



I invested in some legal advice but it appeared that, as a band, we were jointly and severally liable and, armed with a judgement, the bailiffs would distrain on the sole asset available to them, my home.



I began to cry at my own stupidity and the sky appeared to sympathise as a gentle rain began to fall. No nearer a solution I headed back to my cabin.



I tried the key but the door was already unlocked. I thought this odd as there were no lights on and then I heard sounds. I wondered if we were being burgled but I immediately dismissed this as an absurd notion given we were at sea.



Nevertheless I found myself creeping in and, as my eyes adjusted, I was astonished to find Sophie lying on top of her bed with fingers busy between her legs.



In the half light I could see that she had her eyes tightly closed lost to the world.



My innate sense of probity was telling me to retreat as quietly as I had crept in but I remained riveted in place. I had always thought her beautiful, in the manner of a classical English rose, but the faint illumination leant her nakedness an almost ethereal quality.



My eyes gave shape to her pale limbs by referencing the points of contrasting darkness, the swollen nipples, a deep set navel but, most, of all, the inky triangle in which her fingers were seemingly enmeshed.



As I watched I flared my nostrils just a little but all that I could smell was the lingering remnant of the perfume that she had sprayed on so liberally earlier in the evening.

The quickening rise and fall of her breasts was almost hypnotic but she must have sensed something. She suddenly froze and then reached for the light in a panic.



“Shit! It’s you!”



Her immediate shock gave way to indignation as she tried to cover herself with a sheet.



“How long have you been standing there?”



“I’m sorry. It was just this second. The door was unlocked.”



The angry frown on her face dissolved and she started to laugh.



“Stupid of me not to lock it. I thought that you weren’t coming back this evening and I was so fucking horny.”



I knew exactly what she meant. The shared cabin afforded little in the way of privacy and, in her place, I might have done the same thing.



For a few seconds there was an awkward silence between us and I tried to fill it.



“How did the gig go?”



“It was shit, frankly. You didn’t miss much. The amplification was crap and the audience couldn’t give a toss.”



The expletives, delivered in her cut glass English accent, never failed to amuse me. She was a classically trained flautist but, in an act of rebellion against her parents, she had taken up the drums and followed the rock and roll lifestyle.



As a drummer she was a good flautist. She was technically proficient but lacked a style of her own. I had no doubt that Roxy had brought her on board more for her looks than her abilities. With her impeccably bobbed hairstyle and her large brown eyes surmounting a pixie nose and Clara Bow lips she had attracted her own loyal following.



After another uncomfortable pause she framed the question she really wanted to ask.



“How are you?”



She asked it with genuine concern but she could not begin to understand what I had been through. She knew, as we all did, that Hannah was a lesbian and Roxy had warned us that she had a reputation, even with straight women, but she told us to just play along with it and keep her sweet for the time being.



“I’m okay…But why should you think that I wasn’t coming back?”



She hesitated and could not meet my eyes. When she did she was clearly embarrassed.



“Roxy told us that you were bi-curious. She thought that you and Hannah had some sort of understanding.”



For a moment I was too appalled to reply. It was not just that Roxy should say such a thing but more the fact that she was believed. What made it worse was the idea that I would choose Hannah to satisfy my ‘curiosity’.



Sophie was studying my face but her own expression remained apprehensive. She shifted uneasily on the bed and, in so doing, she ruffled the sheet revealing the length of her leg.



My eyes followed the movement, flitting to the smoothness of her toned thigh, and then back to her face. In that insignificant sliver of time something changed.



She held my stare more assuredly and, in the periphery of my vision, I noted that she had allowed the sheet to slip just a little more. It took a moment to understand that she was daring me to look.



The realization was so startling that I found myself holding my breath as my thoughts tumbled over one another. She seemed somehow empowered and, as if to test this new authority, she slowly pulled the sheet away from her legs altogether.



The slightest of smiles touched her lips as she watched me struggle. The urge to look down almost overcame me and I was suddenly very conscious of my tired tongue.



Sensing victory she dropped her hand and the sheet fell from her body. Still I held her gaze but, with an almost imperceptible straightening of her shoulders, she jutted her breasts with an immodest arrogance.



We were of a similar build, and probably within a cup size of one another, but her nipples were rounder and so much darker.



In the next few seconds it seemed as if the air was being sucked from the room and the walls were closing in on me. I wanted to run, to cleanse myself, but I remained rooted to the spot as I fought down a deviant desire.



I had always thought of Sophie as the band’s moral compass. Casual sex was part and parcel of life on the road but, to the best of my knowledge, she had remained faithful to her boyfriend.



I was now seeing a different side to her. She seemed more aligned to the suddenly altered dynamic of our relationship and now she was using it to her own advantage.



The tension was becoming unbearable but she let it build until it was almost physically painful. The resultant shock was then all the greater when, with an eerie calm, she insouciantly parted her legs.



This time there was no resistance as my eyes fell to the soft sculpted triangle that defined her sex. At its heart was a vivid pink slash and, as I watched, she traced it with her finger.



“I was so nearly there…will you help me?”



There was a sultry edge to her voice that I had never heard before and I felt my knees threatening to buckle. I moved towards her in a daze and before I lost courage I cupped her sex with my hand.



Its silkiness felt so natural, so right for her, but it contrasted with a primal heat and wetness. I could not say why but I felt an almost desperate need to kiss her. I brought my mouth closer to hers but, as I closed my eyes, she pressed an admonishing finger to my lips.



I opened my eyes in surprise but her finger kept me shushed to silence as she spoke.



“That’s not what I want… Kneel down, I’m going to come in your mouth.”



I never like being told what to do but the casually indifferent tone and the absolute certainty, on her part, that I would comply threw me off balance. She moved her hand to my shoulder and I barely resisted as she encouraged me to kneel.



I felt numb but this suited her purposes as she fulfilled her own desires. Her fingers found the nape of my neck and she pulled me in tipping my head back a little as she did so.



I resisted, or so I thought, but she manipulated me all too easily. She shifted forward a little on the bed until my chin was trapped beneath her.



The dampness that I felt was accompanied by her strong scent. A memory of Hannah flashed to mind but I perceived a subtle difference. I could not say why but, in some way, Sophie exuded youthfulness.



With one hand still cradling my head, holding me just so, she brought her fingers to her sex and began to knead herself with a growing urgency.



I wanted to close my eyes, to pretend that I had not acceded to this, but she was looking down at me with the fierce intensity of a Medusa and I was transfixed.



“Oh God…here it comes…”



There was no subtlety as she pushed two fingers deep inside and began to piston them with the squelch of moisture.



I knew what was about to happen, and knew equally that I could have avoided my fate, but I remained there mutely, with my mouth wide open.



She was breathing quickly, sharp, shallow, breaths and then she gave an almost silent scream. A gout of moisture anointed my forehead but then she took control. Her body stiffened but she held herself open directing the subsequent surge straight into my mouth.



“You beautiful bitch!…Swallow it.”



I had little choice. It was not a copious offering but she wrung out every last drop as my degradation served to increase her excitement.



At the finish she slumped back onto the bed leaving me completely ignored and I slunk away to the bathroom.



I could not meet my own eyes in the mirror as I washed my face and brushed my teeth until my gums were sore. I changed into my sleep attire, a tee shirt and shorts that I had left hanging behind the bathroom door, and then crept back into the cabin.



She was curled up under her quilt and I thought that she was asleep but as I reached the centre of the floor she pulled her cover a little to one side.



“Take them off.”



Her voice was invitingly husky and a glimpse at her breasts revealed the excitement of her nipples.



I just wanted to reach the sanctuary of my own bed, to hide myself away, but there was something else. I was desperate to grant myself the relief that I had been denied for too many hours.



Somehow, that thought became transmuted and I suddenly dared to entertain the prospect of Sophie returning the favour. There was lust in her eyes and my heart began to trip a little faster.



Before I could change my mind I stripped off and slid in beside her. She was hot, and her skin felt a little clammy, but I hardly noticed as I surrendered to her soft femininity.



I was keenly aware of the smoothness of her skin, the gentle curve of her hip and when our breasts touched it felt as if a current was flowing between us. The firmness of her nipples as they played against mine prompted a sympathetic engorgement and I was desperate to meld my sex to the heat of hers.



I looked to her for a lead and the blue of her eyes was almost lost to the dilated blackness of her pupils. She pecked a fleeting kiss on my lips and I immediately wanted more.



I moved over her to bring our mouths together but she slid beneath me. Anticipating the wetness of her tongue I was confronted, instead, by the pert texture of her nipple.



I was unsure what to do but the steady pressure against my lips stirred some long buried instinct. I parted them in acceptance and was surprised by a hint of saltiness. It passed quickly and my tongue began a hesitant exploration.



The teat itself, taut and unyielding, felt much larger in my mouth than I knew it to be but I was fascinated by the heavily dimpled texture of her areola. I could feel her skin reacting to my touch.



She arched her back a little, and knowing what I enjoyed myself, I sucked gently and took the sensitive tip between my teeth. I nipped at her tenderly, eliciting a appreciative groan, and enjoying the momentary illusion of being in control.



I continued to play for a while, lost in the curious experience of finding myself on the other side of the fence, but I still felt the urge to kiss her. I needed the assurance that we had formed a bond of intimacy.



I lifted myself away from her but her eyes were closed offering no clues. I decided to seize the initiative. I rolled over her to place my legs between hers and awaited her reaction.



My heart almost stopped as my sex touched hers and she lifted her hips to meet me but, in a single movement, she slipped away from me.



It was all enacted so deftly. Bracing herself on my shoulders she moved a few inches further up in the bed whilst at the same time easing me downwards. My surprise at finding my face between her legs once more was compounded by the smothering darkness of the quilt as she flipped it over me.



I was enveloped in the fug of warm bedding but it was quickly overpowered by her natural scent which was densely concentrated in the close confines. Several adjectives came to mind, amongst them greedy and inconsiderate, but I was being driven by a totally irrational impulse.



I fell upon her sex spearing my tongue deep inside. This time there was no delicacy. I plunged as deeply as I could and my face seemed buried in the wetness of her sex. I began to moan as I sucked at her.



She was undisturbed by my feral behaviour and I felt her arms pressing down through the quilt, either side of my head, keeping me in place.



Time stood still and my hunger made me heedless of my growing discomfort.



I was getting hotter by the moment and I could feel beads of perspiration prickling my forehead.



She too was feeling the heat and her thighs felt slick but she was able to enjoy the benefit of the cabin’s cool air.



I regained a modicum of self control but, as I tried to break from her, she clasped her hands at the back of my head and pushed me back down.



I was desperate for a breath of untainted air but she was very close and I could almost sense her beseeching me.



In an effort to bring things quickly to a close I sought blindly for her clitoris and it took very little more before she melted into a second shuddering climax.



I stayed with her as the final pleasurable spasms ebbed away and then she raised her knees allowing a merciful draft of fresh air to relieve the sexual furnace in which I was trapped.



I was suddenly overcome by a heavy torpor and I remained where I was for a moment or two happy in the knowledge that it was now my turn. I actually shivered in anticipation as I slipped out at the foot of the bed but my heart sank when a single soft snore confirmed that Sophie had fallen sound asleep.



Chapter 4



The next morning Sophie acted as if nothing had happened leaving me totally off balance; if I could have hidden myself away I would have done so but we were still twenty-four hours from New York.



I breakfasted alone and then ensconced myself in front of a PC in the business suite figuring that I would not be bothered there. Not for the first time I began to research Hannah and her management company.



When she had first approached us the others were exultant and with good reason. She had a track record of taking underachieving UK bands and breaking them in the US. I alone was sceptical. To my way of looking at things she majored too much on the ‘look’ of a band.



We now owned our master tapes and my vote was to try and do a deal with a UK label but when the others saw the numbers, including an offer to clear my personal debt, I was outvoted. The clincher was the offer of an immediate trip to New York and a fourteen date club tour.



Only later did I begin to realize the implications of the small print. All of my songs on the album were assigned to Hannah’s publishing company to which I was tied for the next three years. On the face of it the deal was lucrative but, if the band folded, I could not make a move without Hannah’s say so.



I idled away the rest of the day. I swam, lunched by myself, and watched a film in the ship’s cinema. Eventually I returned to the cabin. Sophie was not there and I felt an odd mix of relief and disappointment. She had left a hastily scribbled note on the table.



“Rehearsal at 5. Hannah wants to see you in her cabin asap. Join us soon as you can.”



My heart sank on reading it; I knew that Hannah had no intention of allowing me to rehearse. I read the note again, took a deep breath, and steeled myself. I was going to stand my ground and damn the consequences.



At the entrance to her cabin I stabbed at the bell before my resolve wavered but, as the door opened, my heart began to race.



Hannah had undergone something of a transformation. She had had her hair restyled so that it lay in soft, heavy, curls and, in keeping with this more natural appearance, she had toned down her usually garish makeup.



“Like the new look?”



Good manners unthinkingly made me answer in the affirmative but the truth was it suited her. It did not make her look any younger but in discarding the image of a hard edged business woman she revealed a hidden sensuousness.



“I thought it was time for a change and I don’t seem to find the time to treat myself when I’m back home”



As she spoke she invited me into the room and I was lulled by the hint of confidentiality in her tone. I began to hope that she had recognized the immorality of her mistreatment of me but I was quickly disabused.



She stood in the centre of the room and proceeded to divest herself of her heavy towelling gown to reveal a diaphanous three quarter length nightdress. For some reason the barrier of the filmy fabric had more of an effect on me than had she been completely naked.



My eyes dropped to her chest. One dark nipple was already engorged and thrust proudly against the veil whilst its twin remained coyly concealed. I followed the drape of the gown noting how it softened the curve of her hips and masked the slight heaviness of her thighs bringing the focus to her shapely calves.



The whole survey was over in an instant but, as my eyes returned to hers it was to find a knowing glint of conquest. I wanted to rail against her but my mouth felt suddenly very dry.



She held my stare for a second or two and then cast a glance at the bedside table. There, neatly rolled, were the webbing straps that she had used the night before.



The sight of them broke the spell but she spoke first.



“I hope that I won’t need them again…although they do have other uses…but I don’t think you’re quite ready for that just yet.”



She had a knack of throwing me off kilter and her remarks set my mind racing. I had no idea to what she was referring except that she seemed to believe that I would now become a willing participant.



The idea was as presumptuous as it was odious but I remained spellbound as she slowly loosened the series of tiny silk bows that held her gown together at the front.



The sheer material slowly parted and was only held in place by the splendour of her ample breasts and the image that came to mind was that of a magnificent Valkyrie.



“Come here…”



She spoke the words quietly but with an edge of authority and I determined to defy her. I wanted to storm from the room, slamming the door behind me, but my body refused to respond.



She waited patiently, as if amused by my inner struggle, but then she closed her net. Holding my stare she slowing ran the tip of her tongue over her top lip. It was contrived, clichéd, but I felt my stomach lurch.



I felt an urge to kiss her glistening mouth but in my fevered state it was almost instantly translated into a twisted desire to engage in an altogether more intimate coupling.



For a few seconds I did not breathe as the shock of this registered and I felt a little faint. I went down to one knee and then two but still felt enfeebled and I accepted, without thought, the support she now offered.



She held me to her, stroking my hair, and only slowly did her voice filter through. I felt the warmth of her stomach against my cheek but she was gently coaxing me downwards.



“Show me what you’ve learned…”



I was incapable of self determination as she presented her sex to my face. Unhurriedly, and with total assurance, she delicately chafed herself against my features. She radiated a sultry heat on which was borne up her potent scent with all its promise.



I opened my mouth a little telling myself that I simply needed to breathe regularly and to get a grip on myself but, deep down, I recognized my own self deception.



My greedy tongue was poised when the bubble of the private universe that bounded us was suddenly burst.



For a few moments all worldly sounds, save her voice and the gentle susurration of our physical contact, had been lost to me but the unmistakable noise of the cabin door penetrated like a knife.



Her grip on my head instantly became vice-like but she made no move to cover herself. For my part I was mortified when I heard the unmistakable Minnesotan tones of Laurel, Hannah’s young personal assistant.



“We have a problem with the rehearsal.”



Hannah replied with just the tiniest hint of irritation.



“Can’t you sort it?”



“They’re arguing amongst themselves but I saw Ted Beamish listening in at the back of the hall.



Hannah paused as she deliberated but my own thoughts turned to the young woman from Minneapolis. She was acting perfectly normally as though the sight she beheld was nothing out of the ordinary.



I forlornly hoped that she had not recognized me, with my back turned to her, but common sense told me that she knew exactly who it was abasing herself on her knees.



Making an instant decision Hannah turned from me and picked up her robe. “Get back there and calm them down. We’ll be there in five.”



Laurel left, closing the door behind her, and I was glad that she had not seen my face which, at that moment, was glowing crimson. As I rose to my feet, trying to restore a semblance of normality, Hannah spoke tersely.



“Go and fetch whatever you need and meet me downstairs.”



One hundred and one thoughts vied for attention in my fevered mind as I quickly returned to the cabin to collect my guitar but, prominent amongst them, was a minor feeling of triumph which came from knowing that Hannah needed me to bail out the rehearsal session.

It had probably seemed like a good idea at the time to hold the inaugural Music Industry Professional, ‘MIP’, awards at sea with an added opportunity to check out a select few up and coming bands.



For the first couple of days everything was cordial but, since then, old rivalries had surfaced and simmered. Most of these people were unused to staying in one place for any length of time and, despite all of the amenities, allied to a holiday atmosphere, some of them were going stir crazy.



Few had taken up the opportunity to bring their spouses or partners and clumsy attempts to take advantage of the freedom so afforded only added fuel to flames.



I took my time heading to the hall. I had given a lot of thought as to why Hannah had wanted the others to perform without me and, apart from the obvious personal reasons, I had come to the conclusion that she did not want the band to be seen at its very best lest any of her rivals tried to muscle in.



It was doubtful if any of them had yet seen the band in its new incarnation, as we had only performed in the UK up to now, but there was definitely an industry buzz.



I could see why the presence of Beamish at the rehearsal might force Hannah’s hand. His syndicated music column was read by millions and if he was disparaging it would take a lot to recover.



When I arrived Hannah was fuming. There had been a tacit understanding, amongst all the mangers, that rehearsals would be closed sessions; she had the events coordinator pinned in the corner and was demanding to know how Beamish had slipped in.



My appearance diffused some of the tension, not least amongst the girls, and after a few moments we launched into “Solidify”. It went reasonably well and Roxy had really got to grips with the vocal. My own performance was a little stilted, hindered, in part, by Sophie’s presence behind me on drums.



To distract myself I did something that I had not done before. At the chorus I stepped forward to share Roxy’s microphone. She looked surprised but did not miss a beat. She gave me room and the conjunction seemed to add a new element to the harmony.



I could not gauge Beamish’s reaction in the darkness at the back of the hall but Hannah looked pleased. She left us to it and I found an enormous sense of relief in doing what I loved most.



Chapter 5



The gig that evening went well. We were one of three bands performing and, in my opinion, by far the best. The others seemed to be struggling with the muted amplification made necessary on a ship but my songs, originally written for solo guitar, were well suited.



We hung out together afterwards and everyone chipped in with some good ideas to improve things further. Sophie acted completely naturally and there was no hint that she had said anything to the others.



I still felt uneasy about returning to the cabin with her but events took a turn. Laurel came to our table and, for a moment, my heart was in my mouth but she was completely business-like as she addressed herself to me.



“Can you spare a few minutes for Hannah? There’s someone she wants you to meet.”



I was a little uneasy as it became clear that we were headed for Hannah’s stateroom and I tried to compose myself as she left me at the door. I found Hannah seated at the table with someone I immediately recognized.



Eva Branco had been a huge star on the Brazilian music scene but was now, in her thirties, better known for her national radio show which was the recognized US showcase for new musical talent.



As a young woman she often appeared in lists of the “world’s most beautiful” but it seemed to me that she had matured with age. Her lustrous dark hair bespoke her Portuguese heritage as did her deep brown eyes which contrasted with the fullness of her lips exaggerated by her trademark scarlet lipstick.



Her high cheek bones and long straight nose gave the impression of a perpetually smiling face but she had made a reputation as a ruthless business woman.



I remembered, a little while ago, the newspaper stories concerning her state of health and, in particular, her dramatic weight loss but it appeared as though she had fully recovered as she was clearly back to her full figured best. She was wearing a tight fitting dress and displaying an impressive décolletage.



She stood to greet me and kissed me on each cheek.



“I watched your performance this evening, very impressive.”



I took this as high praise from a woman whose songs had been cited as an influence by a number of the world’s best known musicians but there was more to come.



“I would like to feature ‘Samois’ on my show but you should give some thought to writing outside the band. You have a real talent and good songwriters are a rare breed. I think I might be in a position to help you”



I felt exultant but something made me look towards Hannah. She stood to gain from any success that I might garner but her expression was ice cold.



“Remember what I told you. If you do everything I ask of you I will not only make you famous I will make you a very wealthy young woman. If you choose to cross me you will never work in this industry again. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”



I could not understand why she was demeaning me like this in front of Eva. I thought she was being astute in feting her as a counter balance to any damage Beamish might do but why was she now trying to bring me down?



The next few seconds made it hideously apparent.



Eva rose from her seat and, addressing herself to Hannah, she casually started to undress.



“Does she do everything?”



“She’s still an ingénue but she shows some promise”



I was not sure what shocked me more; the way they spoke of me as if I were a mere commodity or the easy manner in which Hannah seemed to accept Eva’s nakedness as if it was the most natural thing in the world.



It was a body of which she could be justly proud. She was nicely in proportion and clearly honed by hours in the gym; but for her larger than average breasts she could easily have been taken for an athlete.



Her dark complexion negated the need for any assistance from the sun and she appeared to be free of any body art which, to my mind, was an increasingly worrying trend amongst women.



Inevitably my eyes were drawn to her nipples which had already reacted to the chill of the room. They were perfect circles, so dark they seemed almost black.



She seemed happy for me to look but then she made her way over to the bed. She propped the pillows up against the cushioned head board and proceeded to make herself comfortable.



Hannah took this as her cue to rise and I am sure I detected a hint of lust in her eyes as she headed towards the door.



“Have fun…and don’t wear her out.”



Then she was gone, leaving us alone.



I did not think that I could have felt any more uncomfortable but as she looked me up and down I wanted to cringe.



“Get undressed. Let me see you.”



It was a measure of my conditioning to that point that the request surprised me. Did I dare hope?



I stripped off and stood uneasily lacking all the self assurance that these women possessed.



“Put on some music.”



Such was my paranoia I wondered if she was testing me to see what I would choose. The stateroom was equipped with an MP3 ‘jukebox’ and I played safe and browsed the classical selection. I opted for Mahler’s ‘Resurrection’ which always helped to transport me.



“Come here.”



She sat up looking totally relaxed, almost regal, as she patted the bed in invitation.



I wanted to feel anger, to convince myself that I was being coerced, but as I drew closer to her all I felt was a sense of anticipation. I stood awkwardly at the side of the bed unsure what to do next.



“Wait.”



She reached out and ran her hand slowly over the swell of my hip then down to my thigh.



“You have lovely skin.”



I did not know how to react to the compliment, I simply wanted her to keep on stroking me with her deft fingers. I stayed very still, not wishing to disturb the moment, but she withdrew as suddenly as she had started.



“Watch.”



She languidly drew up her knees and allowed her legs to fall open. She gave me a moment to glance at her sex before she began to caress herself.



Her mound was pronounced and it looked as if she was allowing her hair to grow back in. It was covered by a sculpted dark frizz which rasped softly as she drew her fingernail across it.



After a moment she began to press gently with her fingertips and her sex opened a little to reveal the delicate ridges of her inner lips. Once into the light they seemed to swell with shiny wetness and she teased them with a single fingertip.



As I watched I could feel a growing heat between my legs, and I was tempted to mirror her movements, but the fascination of watching her as she slowly aroused herself kept me frozen in time.



It seemed an age before she pressed a little less gently and her finger disappeared to the first knuckle. With the portal broached there was another long pause before she flexed her hand and it sank in to the root.



Three fingers and a thumb now splayed her sex and appeared motionless but the tiny play of muscle at the back of her hand betrayed the movement within.



Finally, with a shallow sigh, she withdrew her finger and slowly turned it back and forth catching the light. I fully expected her to present it to my mouth but I was caught unawares as she leaned towards me and put her hand between my legs.



I instinctively tried to bring my legs together but she instantly formed a fist.



“Stay still”



I relaxed and she opened her hand once more.



I was immediately aware of her finger, gently probing, and only now realized just how aroused I had become. Within seconds she had gained an easy access and I could not prevent a groan from escaping my lips.



She was doing magical things to me but it was the conception of our comingled essence that, somehow, increased my excitement.



As she continued to explore she watched for my reaction and she seemed amused at my embarrassment as she elicited ever louder wet nioises from my sex but, discomforted or not, I knew that if she sought out my clitoris I would be taken over the edge.



Unfortunately, she had her own agenda. Her fingertip reached a point high up in my sex and, having found it, she began a delicate manipulation. The immediate sensation made me gasp for breath. It was as though my clitoris was being stimulated from the rear and I had never felt anything quite like it.



I could feel my climax building with a reckless inevitability but as I braced myself for its onset she suddenly eased off.



I looked at her with a desperate pleading in my eyes but she simply smiled, let me cool off, and then began again. In all she brought me to the brink three times and, at the finish, I wanted to scream in frustration, but this was precisely the point to which she wanted to bring me.



Leaving me quivering she took her hand away and settled onto the bed once more. I felt shell shocked but she was not in a mood to indulge me. Taking hold of my wrist she pulled me onto the bed.



“I want you to eat me.”



After what had just transpired her words sounded coarse but they resonated with something deep inside of me. She raised her legs again and I could not rid myself of a sense of destiny as I prostrated myself between them.



She gave no further orders, no guidance, she wanted me to submit willingly and knew that I would acquiesce.



For my part my world seemed shifted out of phase. As I looked at her sex, open and inviting, a thing of beauty, I could believe that this was the path that I was always fated to follow.



There was no doubting that it felt right in some way but what frightened me was the unexpected excitement engendered by taking the role of supplicant.



It ran contrary to everything I believed about myself. I was self reliant, ambitious, some would even call me headstrong but, in this arena, all my preconceptions were turned on their head.



Her sex was seeping, a sparkling runnel tracing its course down her tensed cheeks to dampen the bedding. It beckoned to me and I answered its Siren call. Settling between the comforting enclosure of her thighs I used the tip of my tongue first to stem the flow but then to trace it to its source.



Acceptance imbued the taste with an added sweetness and I lingered for a while enjoying the tautness of her perfect skin before savouring the softness of her sex itself.



The word ‘ingénue’ echoed my mind as a mild taunt and I determined to prove to her that I was just as capable as she. I began to tease her labia with a gossamer touch and to make her suffer the same exquisite agony that she had visited upon me.



The throbbing heart of the ship’s engines marked the passage of time but it was many hundreds of beats before I blessed her with a firmer pressure. By then she was leaking copiously and her scent was a stifling thickness in the air but I breathed it deeply.



Outwardly, she appeared composed but her sex opened like a ripe fruit and, inside, she was molten. My tongue was drenched with the fullness of her taste and I felt an urge to suck it from her but I held myself in check.



Her muscles clutched at me but I withdrew partially. Curling my tongue I began to explore the roof of her sex.



After only a few moments my jaw began to ache and my tongue felt strained but her breathing had increased rapidly. I do not know if it was her intention but I was seeking that same spot that had triggered such an incredible reaction from me.



She was now tightly strung and there was a strong temptation to focus on her clitoris and bring her release but I persevered and was rewarded when her legs clamped fiercely about my head.



It was suffocatingly hot but there was now no escape even if I had wanted it. Her body began to rock and, whist all sound was lost to me, I sensed the vibration of a muffled scream as she started to come.



My mouth and nose felt filled with moisture and the drowning sensation almost made me panic, but there was something else. I forced myself to relax and, as I did so, I felt a vivid tingling between my legs.



I crossed my ankles and began to squeeze and, for a few seconds, I feared I would fail but Eva chose that moment to exert even more pressure as she rode out the final tremors.



We were bound as one, rigid as steel, but at the core I felt an exhilarating release of tension.



I had never experienced an orgasm like it. It was centred on my sex but it reached out to each extremity of my body vibrating like a sonorous chime. I would have cried out with the intensity of it but my mouth was still choked by her wetness.



I could have stayed there forever, suspended in that moment, but she could finally take no more and had to set me free.



I lay there gasping, between her legs, unable to summon up the strength to move but I wanted to look into her eyes.



When I did she tried to feign indifference but I could see that she was as surprised as I was at the turn of events. In an effort to reassert herself she drew the covers over her body leaving me vulnerable in my nakedness but I now held myself with renewed dignity.



“Would you like a drink?”



She seemed momentarily taken aback by my temerity but answered civilly.



“A spritzer, please.”



I stood at the bar and made up two glasses and imagined her surreptitiously taking in my naked form. The thought brought with it a renewed tingling.



I handed her a glass and sat the edge of the bed with mine. After a long pause she spoke.



“I was serious about your songs. If you wanted me to I could buy you out of your contract with Hannah.”



I looked at her unsure what was implied but I could take some guesses. Professionally, I now knew that I was a valuable commodity but she wanted to possess me entirely.



For a fleeting moment, her rare beauty, and what had passed between us provided a temptation but I was under no illusions. She would tire of me and, once she did, I would be no better off than I was with Hannah.



She must have misinterpreted my silence because she played another card.



“There is nothing Hannah has that I cannot take.”



With that she got up and began to get dressed. I felt an odd frisson of disappointment but there was now a coldness about her.



She took her phone from her bag and dialled.



“It’s me. I’m ready”



I assumed that she was speaking to Hannah and I reached for my own clothes. I was still sexually charged but I felt physically tired and in no mood for Hannah’s predilections. I was certainly caught in a bind but my recent self revelation had cast a new complexion on things.



As I finished dressing the cabin door opened and I braced myself for a confrontation but I was taken by surprise when Laurel walked in.



Remembering our last encounter I felt myself starting to blush but, unusually, she too looked ill at ease. The band had taken to calling her ‘The Ice Maiden’ because of her total unflappability in the face of the chaos that was an inevitable part of life on the road and Hannah was definitely not an easy woman to work for. It was also noted that she bore a strong resemblance to Nancy Kerrigan the Olympic skater.



She kept herself to herself for the most part and I knew little about her except that she held an MBA from Yale and that Hannah had poached her from Apple Corp.



Closing the door behind her she gave me an odd look and then turned to Eva.



“As we agreed?”



Eva smiled as she replied.



“Exactly as we agreed.”



She saw my puzzlement but she let me stew for a moment before she approached Laurel and put an arm around her shoulders.



“When we reach the States Laurel is flying on to Los Angeles to get married. She is then going to resign her position with Hannah and she will be taking up a new post as my business manger in San Diego.”



Anticipating my obvious question she continued.



“No, Hannah doesn’t know yet and it will teach her a lesson. Laurel has no problem with her predilections it’s simply that Hannah can be embarrassingly indiscrete.



Which brings me to you…



Laurel here is as straight as a die but she is a little curious as to what all the fuss is about. I promised her that I would give her a chance to find out before she tied the knot. Call it a deal clincher if you like.”



I could not quite believe what I had just heard and I replayed the words in my mind to reach a different interpretation but one look at her was enough to confirm that she was totally serious.



It was outrageous. It was nothing less than an attempt to pimp me out but, shockingly, I felt a renewed surge of arousal.



From then on events seemed to take place in slow motion, allowing me all the time I needed to turn my back on them, but I remained still as she slipped a sleep mask over my eyes and whispered a single word into my ear.



“Kneel…”



The sudden darkness afforded a strange feeling of comfort even though I knew it was just another form of degradation. I could hear the enticing rustle of clothing but she did not want me to bear witness to her state of undress.



The chink of ice in a glass betrayed Eva’s position on the bed but other sounds were harder to fathom until I realized that Laurel had set a chair in front of me and made herself comfortable.



Without a word she unceremoniously put her hand to the back of my head and pulled me in.



For a second I panicked, caught off balance, but then I was nestled between her open thighs. She had removed her skirt and underwear but my head was brushed by the silk of her blouse.



Despite her cool demeanour she was extremely aroused. I was almost overcome by the reek of her excitement and I was surprised to find that the area surrounding her sex was slick with moisture.



I immediately conjured up a vision of her touching herself as she waited for the anticipated phone call with growing frustration. For some reason I was able to picture this in my mind with such vivid clarity that I let out an involuntary moan.

Driven by some darker imperative I began to rub my face against her sex and her thighs smearing myself with her compelling spoor.



I feared that my unnatural behaviour would upset her but it had the opposite effect. With a deep throated growl she clutched my head with both hands and held me tightly to her.



The warmth of my quickened breathing was enough to set off her climax taking her by surprise. At first she remained still, almost disbelieving, but then she ground herself against me as if fearing to be left bereft.



When, at last, her unyielding grip was relaxed I knew that I had been used but felt no sense of indignation. In fact, I would have found it hard to put into words exactly what my feelings were just at that moment. Suffice to say I remained on my knees and began to preen her, lapping up the warm residue from her inner thighs before venturing blindly onto the smooth swell of her pudendum.



Guided only by the touch of my tongue I encountered the occasional snag where she was not quite perfectly depilated but then I reached the honeyed folds of her sex.



The first touch yielded up a rich ooze and drew from her a pleading whimper. She wanted to feel my tongue inside but I made her wait as I savoured her sweet offering.



As I continued a slow sweep of her labia I enjoyed the way they seemed to cling to me as if reluctant to let me go and all the while they continued to weep.



The softness contrasted with the growing tension in her body as she was slowly lifted back towards the summit. To offer encouragement, she dismissed any qualms she may have had and slipped the mask from my eyes.



I noted her dishevelled hair where she had cleared it from her face and a tell tale creasing of her blouse where she had sought out her breast but then I returned to the task in hand.



In reality her sex was more modest than I had imagined but her labia stood out in vivid pink. I needed no fresh invitation and simply eased my tongue inside.



As I did so she held her body rigid and the only movement was the press of her inner muscles in response to the flexing of my tongue.



I burrowed deeper still to discover a well spring of moisture and, as I slowly began to suck, she was racked by a series of tiny convulsions. Almost immediately she placed her hands at the sides of my head and I thought that she wanted me to stop but then I understood.



Pressing with my thumbs I revealed the hidden nub of her clitoris and quickly brought the tip of my tongue to bear.



I was surprised by its firmness and it felt larger than it actually appeared. I was a little unsure, and concerned that I may have been clumsy, but I need not have worried as her body was wrenched by paroxysms of pleasure.



Each time I thought it was over she found another reserve and held herself aloft until, finally, she could take no more. She slumped in her seat, totally spent, and I was flattered by the look of gratitude that I saw in her eyes.



Chapter 6



I left the cabin without another word and stood at the ship’s rail to try and clear my head. By any rational judgement I had been degraded but then why the hell had I found it so exciting?



For a moment or two I seriously thought about getting some professional help but then dismissed the idea. I convinced myself that all I needed was little time and space away from the others to think things through.



I decided that I would finish the trip by doing all that was professionally asked of me and nothing else no matter what the consequences. Strengthened by this new resolve I returned to my cabin.



Sophie was not there and I found myself mildly disappointed; I guess that I was unconsciously looking for a way to prove my determination.



I took a long shower and I was asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. It was mid morning before I finally rose and then it was a rush to prepare for disembarkation.



The next few days passed in a blur. Hannah introduced Carl as our tour manager and he ensconced us in The Marriott on Fifth Avenue, which was to be our base for the duration of our stay; it qualified as the height of luxury after our recent experiences in the UK.



The first gigs went well. The club only had a capacity of four hundred but we generated some good press and set ourselves up for the larger venues to come.



Hannah and her people proved themselves consummate professionals and kept things rolling smoothly in what was otherwise a frenzied atmosphere.



I saw little of Hannah herself, which suited me perfectly well, but then I received an invitation to join her for lunch at the Plaza hotel. The choice of venue set an alarm bell ringing but I wanted to clear the air.



She had booked a table in “The Oak Room” and she looked completely at home in the opulent surroundings. She had refined the more casual look that she had begun to foster at sea and was wearing a white linen two-piece.



We both ordered mineral water and then she stared at me for a moment before she spoke.



“I want to be straight with you. For every band that turns me a profit a dozen fail completely. I liked the look of ‘Samois’ from the get go. Roxy is definitely going to make it in this business one way or another but it was you who was the real attraction.”



I tried to keep my expression neutral as I waited for her to continue.



“Now you probably think that I am the devil incarnate, and not without some justification, but I pride myself on being able to spot certain nuances and I’m betting that you have done a lot of soul searching of late.



The point is, you have a rare talent, musically speaking, and I am going to everything in my power to promote it. You can rest assured that, from here on in, our relationship will remain strictly professional unless…”



She left the sentence unfinished, took a sip of water, and paused before continuing.



“I have even forgiven that bitch Eva for stealing Laurel from me. She wants you to write some songs for consideration by Astral’s management.”



She gave it a moment to sink in. Astral represented so much that I hated about the music industry. A manufactured girl band, all show and no substance, but they were the current big thing in on this side of the Atlantic. If they chose to sing one of my songs I would be made.



As we ate my mind continued to buzz and I paid only cursory attention to what Hannah was saying. At the end of the meal she dropped another bombshell.



“Astral are headlining the Central Park gig at the weekend and following Johnson’s drug arrest they are going to be down one support act.”



I looked at her in disbelief.



“Are you saying that you can get ‘Samois’ on the bill?”



The gig would attract a television audience of millions; people would kill to take up the spare slot even if it only meant playing a couple of songs.



She smiled as she dabbed her mouth with her napkin.



“If you’re ready we can go and meet them. They’re staying in the Royal Plaza.”



I followed her in a daze barely taking in my surroundings but as we exited the lift she turned me to face her.



“Listen carefully. However this pans out you will be a star in your own right someday soon.



The girls do not know about the song deal; so far as they are concerned you are simply representing a prospective support band. They’ve seen the video shoot from the ship so they know what to expect. It is up to you to convince them. The choice is entirely yours.



I was still trying to make sense of her enigmatic remark when the door was opened and there they were.



They were no less beautiful in reality than they appeared on screen but there was something odd about seeing them on a human scale. They were sharing a sofa, which would have accommodated five with ease, in front of which was set a single armchair presumably for my use.



I desperately tried to dredge up what I remembered about them. Were they all still teenagers? I had a vague recollection that one of them had just turned twenty but I could not remember which. Then, to my chagrin, I realized that I did not know their real names



In keeping the ‘Astral’ brand their management had christened them with the names of constellations and so I knew them, as did the rest of the world, as Cassie, Delphi and Lynx.



As I sat I wondered if they had been rehearsing one of their much copied dance routines; the suite was more than big enough. They were each wearing a skimpy cheer leader outfit and they were glowing in spite of the ruthless air conditioning.



Delphi, sitting in the centre acted as their spokeswoman. Her questions proved quite astute, given her stage persona as a California beach blonde, and I answered as best I could whilst trying not to look at her long tanned legs and her eye catching breasts.



In fact their bodies could all have been cast from the same mould and I felt like a poor relation.



Whilst Delphi spoke Cassie seemed to develop a fascination with her own hair. She hailed originally from South East Asia and her long sleek tresses had recently won her a lucrative contract for a series of shampoo ads.



Lynx seemed equally bored with proceedings. She was blessed with the dark beauty of her Brazilian heritage and had carved out a successful solo career before ‘Astral’ was formed.



It occurred to me that she may have provided the link between the band and Eva, although I would not normally have associated Eva with such a blatantly commercial enterprise, but there proved to be a more sinister connotation.



Hannah tapped me on the shoulder and excused herself.



“I’ll leave you ladies to finish up. If we are all agreed I will meet with the organizers tomorrow and flesh out the details”



Once she was gone Delphi turned to me once more.



“We were told that you would be prepared to audition.”



Was she expecting me to sing, right there, unaccompanied? I missed the odd stress that she put on the final word and my silence seemed to exasperate her.



“When we are on the road we leave our boyfriends at home but we still have certain needs. We were told that you would be discrete.”



The import of her words hit me like a cosh. Clearly anonymous men, or even professional women, hanging around the band would be a publicity nightmare but the idea that Eva, or perhaps Hannah, would instead act as a procuress left me stunned.



I should have felt disgusted but, instead, I almost succumbed to an urge to touch myself.



Was this what Hannah appreciated about me from the very outset; that, deep down, I was little more than a lesbian slut?



As I looked at Delphi I found it incredulous that she had sat there throughout the whole interview confident that, by the end of it, I would finish up on my knees before her.



I began to understand what Hannah was referring to when she spoke of my choices. The deal was done, ‘Samois’ had the gig. Anything else was entirely up to me.



Dephi continued to stare intently and she recognized the moment of transition even before I did myself.



“She wants to play….”



Cassie gave a triumphant whoop but I only had eyes for the young blonde as she stood up and casually removed her skimpy underwear. I immediately noted that she was not sporting an all over tan. A single glance was enough to confirm that her smooth sex was delineated by the pale shadow of an abbreviated thong.



She smiled as she watched my reaction and then ripped off the Velcro fastening of her skirt allowing it to fall to the floor. The others, taking their cue, moved a little closer to her and I then knew, for certain, that I was not the first.



Despite their relative youth they looked down on me with that same uncaring disdain that Hannah and Eva had manifested. I was here to provide a service and my own feelings counted for nothing.



I cursed my own weakness but the warm dampness of my panties told its own story.



Delphi sat back down with her legs wantonly parted and tossed a cushion on to the floor.



“You’d better make yourself comfortable, this may take a little while…”



Lynx sniggered as I went to my knees, almost in a trance, to take my place between her thighs. They seemed impossibly smooth; there was not a single hair in evidence leading me to suppose that her beauty regime was very high maintenance but then they could afford the very best.



I felt disembodied, as though it was not really me kissing at the inviting hollow at the top of her leg. The taste was a little salty and I began to lick until all traces had gone. Only then did I shift my attention and begin all over again on the opposite side.



“She’s a tease…I like that.”



Delphi gave my head an encouraging pat but I needed no inducement. I continued to lick her tanned skin avoiding, for now, the pale path leading to the real treasure.



At some point Cassie leaned over and flicked my hair clear of my forehead the better to witness my subservience but I did not miss a beat. Delphi’s sex had visibly swollen and the sharp line that defined it was becoming less distinct.



This slow revealing of her inner pinkness reinforced the intensity of her heated musk and I closed my eyes and breathed it in.



I had to taste her and it was a craving I could no longer fight. With a broad sweep I took in the perfect curve of her mons and the sharp sensation began to spread out from the centre of my tongue mellowing as it reached the edges.



I continued to move the flat of my tongue up and down, not quite entering, and taking a perverse pleasure from her ever increasing agitation.



“Look at her. She really loves the taste of you.”



Cassie’s laughing remark seemed to come from some distant place as I began to apply an insistent pressure that slowly split her sex asunder in a welcoming surrender.



My tongue was suddenly rooted deep inside her greeted by a wellspring of moisture. I felt myself shiver and any cares I may have had simply evaporated. I was living in that moment and my tongue seemed to connect her sex to mine. As I lifted her to her zenith I was rising with her.



Delphi began to pant in anticipation but I kept her on the boil for a few moments yet before relenting. It took a conscious effort to relax my tongue and withdraw sufficiently to tease her clitoris.



It was firm but indistinct, eluding the tip of my tongue, and so I used my fingers to spread her sex and pin it in place. Now I could take it gently between my lips and lick it without mercy.



The others were quiet now and I suspect that they were a little awed by the manner in which Delhi visibly lost her composure.



“Oh God….please…”



She was lifting her hips as she begged me to bring her release and I did not disappoint. I began to flick my tongue with a rapidity that I would have considered beyond me but I could feel the resonance deep in my own sex.



Her body started to jerk but I kept to my task and kept on licking as she rode the crest and then reluctantly began the inevitable fall.



I was surprised when she thanked me in a manner that was clearly heartfelt but the others still awaited.



As I drew back from the confines of Delphi’s thighs it was to find that both Cassie and Lynx had both stripped themselves of their skirts and panties so that all three were now attired in just their cropped tops and white track shoes.



For a second I was struck by the absurd thought that they were keeping their breasts secret from me but the image they presented was almost heart stopping in its immodesty. If I could have taken a photograph at that moment I could have sold it for a fortune.



Cassie could not contain her impatience. She tossed aside the magazines from the surface of the marble topped coffee table which was almost large enough to qualify as a single bed. She grabbed another cushion and set it at one end.



“Lie down. I want to ride your face.”



She said it with an almost careless cruelty but her words stirred something in me that I could not define. As I took my place I knew that, just days earlier, I would have poured scorn on anyone who would have been prepared to debase themselves in this manner but I was seeing the world anew.



She wasted no time in mounting the table and kneeling up over my head. Like Delphi she was perfectly depilated but her sex was less symmetrical. Her labia were more obvious and appeared, in some way, to be more mature.



Looking up I noted tiny details; the faint track of an appendix scar, suggestive of a very expensive job of work, the unadorned navel piercing and the undercurve of her breasts still held captive by her tight top.



For a few seconds she seemed to welcome my appraisal, with the arrogance of a young woman used to being adored, but it was a brief respite. Using the fingers of both hands she slowly peeled her sex open to reveal a wet rawness.



Fairy strands formed silvery catenary curves that stretched and broke as she held herself wide and then, like a queen taking her throne, she settled herself on my face.



At first I thought her weight would break my skull but, having shimmied herself into a comfortable position, she relieved the pressure just a little. It seemed impossible that one as slender as she could so completely envelop me in suffocating darkness but I could now only breathe at her whim.



She rocked herself gently, coating me with her sap, so that when she allowed me to finally draw a breath it was heavy with the scent of her.



This became the pattern of the next few minutes as she continued to slide herself over the topography of my features pausing only at broken intervals to allow for air.



In my past life mild claustrophobia would have caused me to panic but the new me embraced the perverted indignity. With every tiny thrust of her pelvis I felt my own sex responding.



I was surprised, knowing that she had not yet climaxed, when she slid back altogether and rested on my chest. She shook out her long dark hair and I saw that she was perspiring with effort.



I was wondering if something else had been expected of me. Had she wanted to be licked? If this was so the abuse of my face did not allow for it. The answer came when Lynx spoke.



“Let her see it.”



Cassie straightened up allow me to see Lynx standing beside me. Had the sight not been so menacing it would have been comical.



Secured by straps around her waist and thighs she had a vinyl phallus jutting from her sex. It was not a facsimile but a simple rounded tube in garish pink. She stepped closer and I could see that it was not as smooth as it first appeared. At intervals there were narrow rings of almost invisible dimples which shone with lubricant.



It must have been six or seven inches long and so thick that I doubted if I could have closed my thumb and middle finger about it. Only now did I notice that she had a corresponding proportion buried deep inside her.



I was about to protest when Cassie slid forward and silenced me. Sealed in once more I felt oddly soothed but then I felt insistent hands easing my thighs apart. I began to struggle but Cassie rode me down and then I felt Lynx positioning herself between my legs.



The first cold touch terrified me but she was in no hurry. She teased the smoothed tip around my sex with a welcomed gentleness which developed into an arousing stimulus.



Cassie must have felt me relax a little because she began to take her own pleasure once more picking up exactly where she had left off. Again, she controlled my breathing but then she held me under for a longer spell.



I was getting desperate and, when she finally permitted, I gasped a deep breath. At that precise moment Lynx leaned into me and the phallus sank home with obscene ease.



It took a few seconds to come to terms with what had happened but there was no discomfort simply a delicious feeling of fulfilment.



Now Cassie did demand my tongue. She set herself over my mouth so that I could attend to her heated sex. I had no sooner started than Lynx began to work her hips with a languid easy rhythm.

N.B: Please bear in mind that last part of this story is not intended to be erotic, nor am I implying that this is what happens in BDSM orientated relationships.



All feedback is much appreciated x




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I woke up with a start.



‘It’s only me Sweetheart,’ Erica whispered.



She was kissing me softly up one side of my neck but was so close she was nearly lying on top of me.



‘You’d need to be getting up soon so you can go and pick up that coursework,’ she said.



‘No…’ I groaned lazily, not bothering to open my eyes.



The previous night had been amazing. Although it didn’t entail any of our routine kinkiness I had felt so close to Erica it was almost as though I was a part of her. The warmth and the intimacy she had displayed was only a privilege I received every once in a while. I didn’t want it to be over just yet.



‘Come on!’ she laughed.



‘No, I want to stay here,’ I complained.



‘Now, seriously, get up Anna,’ she said decisively.



‘Mmmm…’



‘Anna!’



I smiled roguishly with no intention of ever moving.



‘Oh that’s it!’ Erica said playfully, getting out of bed.



‘No!’ I moaned, grabbing her loosely by the wrist.



She abruptly ripped the duvet from the bed. ‘Up!’ she shouted.



I still didn’t show any signs of moving.



‘Trust you to have to do this the hard way,’ she said with a mock scowl.



Erica got onto her knees on the bed beside me. Before I caught on to what she was going to do she had caught me by the ankles and had me with my legs in the air. She began to administer quick, playful swats to each of my ass cheeks in turn.



‘This is what you get if you don’t behave yourself Anna,’ she warned.



‘It’s not the first time you’ve shown me,’ I reminisced.



‘I can show you lots more times too!’ she exclaimed. ‘Are you going to be a good girl and do as you’re told?’



‘No!’ I protested cheekily.



‘Looks like these panties are coming down then!’



‘Fine! I’m still not getting up.’ I laughed.



‘We’ll see about that,’ Erica said, hitting me harder.



‘Mm…’



‘What a dirty little girl! Getting kicks out of your spankings,’ she taunted.



‘Will you hit me harder, please Erica,’ I begged.



‘Harder! You know what; I think you deserve something more vicious than my hand.’



‘Yes, I do, please…’



Ever so conveniently she pulled a wooden ruler out of the drawer of the bedside table. One lash with the ruler covered the whole width of my bottom and managed to hit my pussy too.



‘Ouch,’ I squeaked.



‘Did I hit your poor little pussy?’ she teased going back and doing it a second time.



‘Ow, that hurts!’



‘That’s the general idea,’ Erica patronised, giving me a third.



‘I’ll get up!’ I said, giving up my argument all too easily.



‘You’re not going anywhere yet!’



‘I’ll be good I promise,’ I baited.



‘Really?’ she asked, picking up a regular rhythm.



‘Yes. I need to go get ready or I’ll be late.’



‘How ironic!’ she laughed.



I ran out of excuses and just let her spank me for a little while. Honestly, I was quite enjoying myself.



‘Anna, you’ve made my ruler all wet in the middle!’ she complained.



‘Sorry Erica,’ I giggled.



‘Lick it clean for me and I might go and get the strap-on out.’



‘Yes Mistress, please…’ I began to lick the ruler immediately.



‘That’s a good girl.’



I licked eagerly as I watched Erica put on a strap-on from the back. I almost became distracted from my job of cleaning the ruler because of the unimpeded view of her ass. She did have a lovely bottom, curvy and toned. And the way her muscles moved…



I got the shock of my life when she turned around. Although I knew she was putting on a strap-on I hadn’t imagined how ridiculous it would look. Erica was a very feminine looking woman. Her full curves on her slim, toned frame were the focus of my dreams but slap bang in the middle of it all; a massive cock.



I had to suppress a bout of giggles. The first and only time she had used her strap-on she had taken me from behind and forbidden me to look. It seemed perfectly fitting while I didn’t have a view but now it seemed so far fetched.



‘What?’ she demanded.



‘I- I…’ I stuttered.



‘I’m glad I was born female. I don’t suit a cock,’ she grinned, changing her tone.



I laughed in relief. Thank goodness she wasn’t actually mad with me.



‘Now let’s have a look at that ruler.’ She said taking it out of my hands. ‘Very good. Do you want it in your pussy or your ass?’



‘Not my ass, please!’ I begged tensely.



‘I didn’t think so pet,’ she smiled. ‘I want you on top of me this time.’



She lay down on the bed beside me and I rolled on top of her.



‘Ok Darling.’ She began. I didn’t wait for another invitation.



I began to pump up and down unsteadily. I was wobbling around all over the place until Erica took hold of my waist.



‘Good girl. Go a little harder for me,’ she said reassuringly.



‘Yes Erica,’ I said, now moving faster.



‘That’s nice Sweetheart,’ she encouraged, ‘I can feel you on my clit.’



I began to cautiously circle her areoles with the tips of my fingers and watched goose bumps appear on her skin.



Erica gently began to move her own hips which drove me wild. My breathing quickened and I instinctively began to move more quickly.



Erica let out a primal moan as she orgasmed, sending me over the edge. I held onto her shoulders as I came to stop myself from toppling over.



‘Anna, did you ask me before you came?’ she asked, pulling us both into a sitting position.



‘No, Mistress…’ I mumbled in embarrassment. ‘I’m sorry; punish me to help me remember Mistress, please.’



I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten. She’d been so strict with me about that at the very beginning.



‘It’s ok this once Anna. It wouldn’t be fair to punish you this time; I know I’ve been a little more lenient recently.’



‘I’m so sorry,’ I said looking down at the bed cover, ‘Why don’t you punish me now for all those times,’ I suggested.



‘No Darling, it’s been my fault for getting carried away with my own sensations. I’m sorry. Just try and remember next time, yes?’



‘Yes Mistress,’ I said, snuggling into her chest.



‘You really are a very good girl,’ she sighed.



‘Thank-you,’ I whispered, looking up in the hope of a kiss.



She gave me exactly what I wanted; a soft tender kiss on the lips and then touched the tip of my nose affectionately.



‘When I get back…’ I began nervously.



‘Go on Anna,’ she said looking interested.



‘Um… will you cane me?’ I blurted out suddenly.



Erica looked confused. ‘Why do you want that?’



‘I just want to feel it, I want to learn to take it,’ I explained.



‘Are you sure Baby? It would hurt. Really hurt.’ She paused. ‘You’ve done nothing to warrant that Anna.’



‘I know…’ I trailed off. ‘It was a silly idea.’



‘Oh no, I didn’t mean that. I just don’t want to hurt you too much,’ she said while stroking my hair.



‘I want to feel you. And I like the marks it leaves,’ I smiled.



‘They do look very pretty on your bottom,’ she agreed. ‘It wouldn’t be like a punishment though. I’d give you a safe word to use in case it got too much. You wouldn’t have to take anymore than you can manage.’



‘I’d like that,’ I said truthfully.



‘Think about it while you’re out and tell me if you change your mind but otherwise I’ll be waiting for you in the office.’



‘Thank-you Mistress.’



I loved that Erica listened to what I said with such interest and such an open mind. If I had ever told any of my previous partners what I really wanted they’d have thought I was nuts.



‘It must be so late! I’ve got to go,’ I said leaping from her arms.



‘Actually Anna, it’s only half-eight,’ she laughed guiltily.



‘But I thought you said…’



‘I want to get some work done today. If I hadn’t woken you up early I’d have been horny as hell all day!’



‘Me too,’ I admitted sheepishly.



We went downstairs soon after and had breakfast. I reluctantly left at 9.30 to go pick up my coursework.



**********



‘Hey, Anna!’ I heard someone shout as I walked across to where I had parked my car.



‘Gwen! I haven’t seen you for ages,’ I said trying to be friendly although I never really liked her. I didn’t stop to chat because I was excited to get back to Erica.



‘Oi! I’ll just get straight to the point then,’ she rudely began.



‘What?’ I asked, clearly confused.



‘I know you’ve been fucking some posh lawyer.’



‘Gwen, what are you talking about?’



‘Don’t play stupid Anna. I know it’s a woman too. What would mummy and daddy say?’ she teased.



‘What’s your problem?’



‘It’ll be your problem soon.’ She smiled devilishly. ‘Two strict Irish Catholics, I wonder what they’ll say when they find out their only daughter’s turned out to be a filthy lesbian…’



‘What do you want?’ I snarled.



She opened the plastic bag I was carrying and dropped her smaller, seemingly empty one inside,



‘That’ll do for now,’ she smiled. ‘Oh and Anna, I thought you had better taste.’



I got into the car and waited until she walked away. How could she possibly know? And more worryingly, what was in that bag?



I took a quick look and didn’t see anything at first. When I took a closer look I realised there was something in the corner; a tiny clear plastic bag filled with fine white powder. Was it really what I thought it was?



I shoved the small bag into my handbag and drove home straight away. I needed to get back to safety, to Erica.



**********



As soon as I arrived I wasted no time getting inside and upstairs to the door of the office, carelessly flinging it open.



‘Very polite!’ she commented, looking up from her work over the top of her reading glasses. Even standing in the same room as her helped to calm me down.



‘Sorry Erica.’



‘You look a little peaky Darling. Are you feeling alright?’ she asked with genuine concern.



‘Fine,’ I answered quickly.



‘You’re very jumpy,’ she said getting up and walking over to me. She bent down a little to make proper eye contact. ‘Is everything ok?’



‘I’m fine,’ I insisted unconvincingly.



‘Are you disappointed with your coursework?’



‘No, it was better than I expected.’



‘Second thoughts about the caning?’



‘No,’ I said although I had completely forgotten.’



‘You don’t have to go through with it you know. It’s ok.’ Erica had her hand on my arm and was studying my facial expression.



‘No, I want you to cane me. Now, please.’ I said solemnly. It was just what I needed.



‘If your sure Anna.’



‘I am.’



‘Come here for a cuddle first,’ she said warmly, holding her arms out to me. She was obviously worried. ‘Cuddles’ weren’t really Erica’s thing.



‘No, please,’ I began urgently, ‘Cane me now.’



‘Ok then,’ she said with apparent surprise. ‘Your safe-word is uncle. Don’t hesitate to use it if it gets too much, I’ll stop right away. Do you understand?’



‘Yes Mistress.’



She lifted a hard, wooden, straight backed chair and placed it in the centre of the room.



‘Come here Sweetheart,’ she said. I could tell from the look on her face that she would rather pick me up and cuddle me than cane me.



Erica unbuttoned my trousers, helped me out of them and took down my panties. I watched her fold them up and set them neatly on her desk.



‘Bend over and lean on the chair.’



I did as I was told.



She pushed her hand between my tightly shut legs to feel for any dampness. I wasn’t aroused in the slightest. Usually the thought of Erica taking the cane to my bare bottom would have gotten me very excited but this time it was different.



‘We’ve got some talking to do later Anna,’ she said as she moved her hand away. She knew I would usually be soaking by this point. ‘I’ll warm you up with my hand before I get the cane Darling. You’ll be able to take more that way.’



‘Thank you Mistress.’



‘That’s a good girl,’ she whispered.



She lifted her hand and began to spank my cheeks. She was by no means going easy on me; each slap was harshly delivered and stung with a vengeance.



Erica rested her hand on the small of my back and gave me about fifty more hard spanks.



‘Please give me some more,’ I begged.



‘I’m going to get the cane. What’s your safe word?’



‘Uncle,’ I said.



‘Good. You will use it if you need to, won’t you Anna?’



‘Yes Mistress, please…’



‘Ok, ok. I’ll start now,’ she sighed. ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with you Pet. When we’re finished I want you to tell me everything so I can help you.’



She said nothing further before lashing the cane down across my ass. I burst into tears on the first stroke. The next was lighter but it hit the very tops of my thighs which stung more. I didn’t move or try to get away. I seriously craved the pain but it wasn’t even because I was aroused.



‘Alright?’ Erica asked.



‘More please,’ I sobbed.



The cane whistled through the air and landed on my ass three times in quick succession. Now I was crying like a baby as the sting spread through my ass.



‘Remember; we can stop anytime you like Darling,’ she said, stroking my ass sympathetically.



Just then my phone began to ring. I jumped more at the unexpected noise than I had at any of the cane strokes.



‘Say still. I’ll get it,’ she said heading for my handbag.



My heart rate soared. ‘It’s ok,’ I said making a move towards the bag.



‘No Anna, stay in position,’ she ordered firmly.



I closed my eyes and prayed she wouldn’t find it.



‘Hello, Anna’s phone,’ Erica said pleasantly.



I sighed in relief and dared to look.



‘No, sorry, she can’t make it to the phone right now…’ she trailed off. ‘I’ll tell her you called.’ She hung up briskly and let the phone slide out of her hand back into the bag.



‘Anna,’ she began shakily.



‘Please, it’s not mine!’ I panicked, walking over to where she had seemingly frozen to the spot.



‘Get back down!’ she bellowed, suddenly regaining her composure.



‘I’m not-,’



‘Of course your not!’ Erica exclaimed angrily.



‘It’s not-,’



‘Shut up,’ she screamed. She looked as though she were about to cry. ‘I don’t want to hear it!’



‘Let me explain-,’



A hard, cold-hearted slap in the face stopped me from explaining anything. She scrunched up my neatly folded underwear and shoved them in my mouth before I could protest.



‘I’m not finished with you! In fact I’ve not even started!’ She threw me down across the desk with no regard for her paperwork or my poor hipbones which directly collided with the solid wood.



She snatched the cane from the table top and began whipping me furiously.



‘I can’t believe you would do that!’ Erica cried while caning me pitilessly. ‘I trusted you Anna.



It all makes sense now. You looked so on edge, you weren’t yourself. Coursework wasn’t the only thing you had gone to pick up. I was worried about you!’



I cried and squealed through my makeshift gag but she paid no attention. The pain was excruciating. I lunged to the side in an attempt to get away but she caught me by the back of my shirt.



‘You’re not going anywhere!’ she said gruffly.



Erica hitched her skirt up a bit so she could get one foot on the chair. She threw me over her thigh so violently I was winded and my feet no longer touched the ground. I could barely breathe because I was crying so much. I tried to reason with her but everything I said was completely indecipherable.



She resumed the caning just as hard as before.



‘You stupid, stupid bitch!’ She roared, hitting me harder on the word ‘stupid.’



I hadn’t ever seen Erica like this before. I had never been so terrified in my life. I couldn’t take it anymore and she showed no signs of letting up. By now I was bawling my eyes out.



In an attempt to make her stop I dug my nails into her naked thigh and squealed.



‘Ouch! Anna I’ve had it with you. Come on.’ She took me by the arm and dragged me down the stairs. We headed towards the kitchen and then to the back door. She pulled me outside kicking and screaming and threw me onto the grass.



I lay there crying helplessly as Erica disappeared around the side of the house. Gratefully I rolled around on the grass using the morning dew to cool my throbbing buttocks and pulled my panties from my mouth. I panicked when I saw the bloody trail I had left on the grass.



Just as I had begun to calm down Erica reappeared. She was heading towards me carrying a short plank of wood.



I pulled myself into a very painful sitting position and edged backwards across the garden.



‘Please don’t hurt me,’ I cried. She showed no signs of mercy and was getting dangerously close. ‘It was blackmail,’ I pleaded. ‘She said she would tell my mum I’ve been sleeping with a woman. I didn’t take any, I promise.’



‘Who?’ she demanded.



‘From uni…’



‘Who?’ she shouted.



‘Gwen.’ I revealed. ‘Please don’t hit me with that,’ I begged. ‘Anything else Erica, please.’



‘Where does she live?’



‘No, you can’t!’ I squealed.



She lifted the plank above her head ready to swing it down.



‘Across from my dorm!’ I screamed hysterically, hiding my face in my hands.



Erica threw down the wood and ran into the house. Seconds later I heard the front door slam and the car engine start.



I fell onto my back in relief. She had gone, but what on earth was she going to do next?

She sat next to the woman on the bar stool. Her long black skirt and long sleeved red top, cut close to her neck revealed nothing of her body. She wore black shoes with black stockings, but only her ankles could be seen.



“So you think you are a slave.” the blond woman said.



“yes Ma’am,” the girl replied, looking down.



“What makes you think that?”



“My desires Ma’am.”



“Understandable. But you said you have a problem.”



“Yes Ma’am.”



“You are unable to release the passion inside you. You are unable to obey because of hangups that plague you.”



“In short, yes Ma’am.”



“You can’t even bear the touch of another human being.” she asked.



“No Ma’am, not more than a handshake anyway Ma’am.”



“And how do you expect a Domme to overcome this?”



“I don’t Ma’am. I expect to be alone my whole life.”



“But you wish a Domme could overcome your problem.”



“Yes Ma’am.”



In order to avoid the woman’s hard gaze Grace looked around the room. The bar had glasses hanging from racks over the bar, and lights hanging from the ceiling on the dance floor. There were also toys such as St Andrews crosses, and spanking benches There were people playing at some of the stations; Masters beating their slaves and Mistresses beating theirs.



“What makes you think someone can help you?”



“I don’t Ma’am.”



“But you hope regardless.”



“Yes.”



“You have a very pretty face Grace dear,” the Lady said.



Grace blushed, “Thank you Ma’am,” she replied looking down.



“Of course you have no idea what I do for a living,” the Lady said, “So I shall tell you.”



Grace looked at her for a moment and the Lady went on.
“I am a psychologist, and a hypnosis therapist. I deal mostly with abused women and I have ties with women’s shelters in the city.”



Grace’s eyes widened in surprise and hope lighted in her.



“That seems to surprise you. Do you find something strange in that?”



“To be honest Ma’am, it does seem strange that a Domme would specialize in helping those abused. Isn’t there a fine line between the lifestyle and abuse?”



“Yes indeed there is a fine line. But, there IS a line. And I never cross it, though some in the lifestyle do.”



“You seem quite a lovely Lady, Lady Amanda Ma’am. Smart and beautiful as well as a little dangerous.”



“Thank you girl. Shall we meet here again tomorrow night?”



“I would like that very much Ma’am.”



“Good. Be here at 9.”



“Yes Ma’am. see You then,” Grace replied as Lady Amanda got up and left.



Grace was impatient all day. She could remember every moment spent with Lady Amanda. The look of Her hair, what She had been wearing, and even the smell of Her perfume, the nuance in her voice, and every detail of their conversation.



Lady Amanda was just as beautiful the next time Grace saw her. Her long blond hair falling about her shoulders, covering the thin straps of Her black and red calf-length dress. Her makeup was flawless and her beautiful blue eyes sparkled underneath her powdered lids and long black eyelashes.



“Hello Lady Amanda,” Grace said smiling.



“Hello my girl, instead of sitting at the bar tonight, lets get a table.”



“As you wish Ma’am.”



Lady Amanda led the way to a small booth table against the back wall and took a seat while discreetly pointing at the ground near her. Grace saw Lady Amanda’s finger pointing at the floor and knelt beside her.



“Very good my girl,” Lady Amanda said. “You are paying attention.”



“I can but try Ma’am.”



A waitress stopped at their table and asked what Lady Amanda would like to drink. Lady Amanda ordered for the both of them. The waitress returned quickly and set Lady Amanda’s drink down on the table and reached down to Grace with hers. Lady Amanda and Grace thanked her and the waitress moved off to another table.



“Do you drive Grace?” Lady Amanda asked as they sipped their drinks.



“I have my licence, but I don’t currently own a car Ma’am.”



“Ok.” Lady Amanda replied.



They talked for a long while. When they had finished their drinks Lady Amanda ordered another round for them, but ordered soft drink for Grace instead of her vodka and orange juice that she had been drinking. And then they continued their talk. The more they talked the more Lady Amanda smiled, and the more Grace’s heart palpitated. She thought about it for a moment in a lull in the conversation and she knew she was falling for this Lady.



After a couple of hours and several soft drinks and rum and cokes, Lady Amanda looked down at Grace and said, “Grace, last night I decided that I needed to help you. And I think I can. I am very good.”



“That is wonderful Ma’am,” Grace replied.



“I am not finished yet my girl,” Lady Amanda said, chiding her smilingly for her interruption. “But I like you very much. There are two ways I could help you, and which way would depend on how our relationship is going to go. But here is the thing my girl. I like you very much. If, and I stress the if, all were to go well, I would like to eventually own you.”



Grace’s heart rose in her chest and she blushed and looked down at the floor. “Thank you Ma’am.”



“That actually gives me the better chance of succeeding in helping you my girl, but I have wanted to get to know you better in order to decide which way I would go with this. If I hadn’t wanted to own you, I would have had to try a different, less personal approach. But I still would have tried.”



“Yes Ma’am, thank You Ma’am,” Grace replied.



“But you also have to want this. Are you interested in pursuing a relationship with me Grace my girl?” Lady Amanda asked.



“Yes I am Ma’am. I find you to be beautiful and smart and kind, and wise, and wonderful. I am very attracted to you on many levels.”



“Good. You may address me as Mistress from now on and we will see where this leads.”



“Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress,” Grace replied smiling up at her shyly for a moment then returning her gaze to the floor.



“Good girl. We’re leaving. You’re going to drive me to your home and we’re going to talk in a much more intimate setting.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace replied, following Mistress Amanda two steps behind as she got up and headed for the door.



Mistress Amanda led her to a small sporty older model black bmw. “Nice car Mistress,” Grace said as Mistress Amanda handed her the keys. “Thank you my girl. I like it. Its fun without being ostentatious.”



Grace smiled and unlocked the passenger door and held it open. Mistress Amanda got in and Grace closed it behind Her, then walked round and got in the other side.



The car drove well and Grace was impressed. After she began to get used to how it drove Mistress Amanda picked up their conversation from where they’d left off. The more they talked, the more Grace became attracted to Her and the more hope rose up in her. But she was deathly afraid of yet another let down and it showed on her face.



“What is wrong my girl?”



“I have been here before Mistress. I am afraid to hope because there have been others who said they could help. I am hopeful, but scared to hope for fear of being let down yet again.”



“I completely understand Grace my girl. There is nothing I can do for the moment to change that feeling. But if I am successful, and I make no promises, then you will no longer need hope. At least not for that.”



“I understand Mistress. How are You going to help me?”



“I will not share the details my girl, you don’t need to know. But in broad strokes, I am going to help you release the passion within you and help you become the girl you want to be.”



“Yes Mistress, thank You.”



“You can thank me when I’ve succeeded my girl. But if I succeed, I think you are going to be a lovely slave.”



“Yes Mistress.”



Grace wondered and pondered. Mistress was a hypnotist so that could be one of the methods she used. But Mistress Amanda didn’t give her a lot of time to think. She kept asking questions and the conversation went on until they pulled into Grace’s apartment complex.



Grace got out and opened Mistress Amanda’s door for her and then locked the car and handed Mistress Amanda the keys. Then they walked side by side to Grace’s apartment and Grace unlocked the door and stepped back for Mistress to precede her into her home.



Grace showed her around her small home and then fixed them each a drink and served it to her with both hands on the glass. “Thank you my girl,” She said.



“You are welcome Mistress,” Grace said kneeling beside the couch where Mistress Amanda sat.



As they drank Mistress Amanda asked many pointed questions. About the fantasies Grace had, about the women she admired, about who she thought she might like to be. “I sense a battle within you my girl,” after Grace had refilled their drinks.



“I am not surprised Mistress.”



“You desire to be free to express the passion you feel deep inside, but the women who do so, lack your respect.”



“I am not sure that is entirely accurate Mistress.”



“How so?”



“I don’t think it is them that I lack respect for,” she whispered tears coming to her eyes.



“I know my girl. I know.”



Grace took a large swallow of her drink and looked down at the floor.



“But all this talk has given me much to work with my girl. And I have a plan. But it is going to require a lot of trust on your part.”



“May I ask, Mistress?”



“You may ask. I may not answer though.”



“Of course Mistress, it is not always for the slave to know.” Grace paused and looked up at her Mistress and then asked the question, “May I ask what Your plan is Mistress?”



“I am going to create a slut, and then put her inside you my girl.”



Grace blushed and looked at the ground as her heart raced and she began trembling.



“That scares you,” Mistress said, deadpan.



“Yes Mistress.”



“What else does it make you feel?”



“Anticipation Mistress, and something more.”



“What?”



“Desire,” Grace blushed and looked at the ground again.



“Good. You admit it. Your desires and needs will be key to the creation of my slut.”



Grace’s faced turned even redder at the thought of being Mistress Amanda’s slut and her ears burned and her hands trembled as she took another large swallow of her drink.



“Finish up your drink my girl, my plans begin as soon as you’re done.”



Grace downed the last of her drink, swallowing several times and draining the glass, and then she set it down.



“Ok my girl, I need a chair.”



Grace fetched one from the kitchen and set it beside the couch and stood there waiting for what came next.



“I want to see my girl. Please remove that overly modest clothing and stand before me naked so I may inspect my future property.”




Grace blushed again but did as she was told. she removed her long black skirt first, then removed her long sleeved conservatively cut top. She let them fall to the floor and trembled as she removed first her black bra and then her panties. She trembled as if from cold as she stood there before her Mistress.



“You are more beautiful than I had hoped my girl. My slut will have a good home in you.”



Grace blushed, her ears turning crimson and she looked at the ground.



“Ok my girl,” Mistress Amanda said, “Lay on the couch please.”



Grace did, though her trembling wouldn’t cease.



Lady Amanda moved Her chair so that She sat next to Grace and She took Her girls hand.



Grace’s trembling continued but she didn’t pull away.



“Ok my girl. Before I can start, I need you to do something that requires trust.”



“What do You need me to do Mistress?”



“While I will eventually own all of you my girl, and your heart, mind, and body will be mine for the taking and plundering, for the moment I need you to surrender your arms and hands to me.”



“I don’t understand Mistress.”



“That’s ok my girl. Just surrender them up to me. Give them to me to be mine to do with as I wish.”



“Then they are Yours Mistress, my hands and arms are Yours to do with as You wish.”



“Good girl,” Mistress Amanda smiled down at Her girl, squeezing her hand a little.



“Do you masturbate my girl?”



“No Mistress, but sometimes I caress myself in the shower, but it makes me nervous.”



“That’s ok my girl. I want you to touch yourself for me. Just caress yourself as if you were in the shower.”



Grace shook but she did as she was told. Her fingers traced little patterns on her belly and trailed up to her breasts and traced little circles around her nipples. She whimpered a little and her fingers trembled as she touched herself.



“Now I want you to bring your fingers down to your pussy my girl. Caress yourself there.”



Grace trembled and bit her lip but she did as she was told. She traced her fingers lightly back down across her belly and found her pussy. She lightly caressed her outer lips and then one finger lightly caressed the place where her lips came together, following the crack up, and then down again. she was blushing beet red and her ears were burning and her trembling became more severe.



“Penetrate yourself my girl.” Mistress Amanda ordered.



To Grace’s credit she tried, she put one finger to her lips and began to push, but her trembling became outright shaking and she jerked her hand away from her vagina.



“I’m sorry Mistress, I can’t.”



“That’s ok my girl. My slut will do that often for me.”



Grace turned even more red and her breathing became faster.



“You like that don’t you my girl.”



Grace whispered, “yes Mistress.”



“Now I have a harder task for you my girl.” Mistress Amanda said.



“Yes Mistress?”



“Give me your hands please,” Mistress Amanda said holding her hand out.



Grace held her two hands up to Mistress Amanda’s and her Mistress grabbed both of Grace’s hands by her wrists and held them firmly in Her grasp. “Now I want you to not move my girl. No matter what happens, I want you to remain still.”



“I will try Mistress,” Grace said with a catch in her voice.



Mistress Amanda held her wrists firmly, almost painfully in her strong left hand. Her other hand moved toward Grace’s naked belly. She very lightly touched Grace’s soft skin with just the tips of her fingers and Grace began shaking violently. She tried to pull her hands away from Mistress Amanda’s grasp, but they were held in her Mistress’ firm grip. Mistress Amanda began caressing her belly with the tips of her fingers as Grace shook and pulled. Grace whimpered and cried as her Mistress laid her palm flat on her belly and gently rubbed her, moving her hand in circles, getting closer and closer to her breasts at the top of the arc, and closer and closer to her pussy at the bottom. The closer she got the more Grace resisted and cried out and tried to pull away. As Mistress Amanda’s hand touched the underside of her breasts her shaking became violent, and when she touched her pussy lips Grace began kicking her legs trying to get free. But Mistress Amanda did not let go. She pulled her hand away from her girl and calmly waited for Grace to calm herself.



When Grace’s shaking and crying subsided she let go of her girls wrists and Grace held herself tightly and Mistress Amanda handed her a tissue and wiped the tears from her eyes.



“Are you alright my girl?” Mistress Amanda asked softly.



“I will be Mistress. But you see my problem.”



“Indeed. It’s worse than I had hoped for my girl. But I think I can fix it.”



“You can?”



“Maybe. Now you will be required to trust me as much as you can my girl, and do everything I say from now on.”



“Yes Mistress. I will do my best.”



“I know you will my girl.” Mistress Amanda took a shiny gold ring off Her finger and held it up so that Grace could see it.



“I want you to look at this my girl.”



Grace focused her eyes on the ring and her Mistress began to speak. She spoke quietly, her voice calm and pleasant. “Follow the circle of the ring. Move your eyes around the circle following it in its neverending loop. A circle has no beginning and no end, but it is forever. Listen to my voice as your eyes trace the circle of the ring and as you do so your eyelids will become tired. But I don’t want you to close your eyes, no matter what, keep your eyes tracing the golden circle of forever.”



Grace’s eyes traced the outer circle of the gold ring as she listened to her Mistress’ voice. Her eyelids became heavy and she had to fight to keep them open. Mistress Amanda’s voice filled her and comforted her and she felt completely secure despite her earlier panic. her eyelids got heavier and heavier as she listened and traced and she heard her Mistress’ voice. “Your eyelids are getting heavier and heavier. In a few moments I will allow you to close them as you must wish by now, but when you do, you will fall into a deep trance. In that trance you will be able to hear my voice, but you will not be able to move or open your eyes again. Once they shut, you will be deeply asleep but still listening.” Her Mistress’ voice went on and on, and Grace’s eyelids got heavier and heavier. She did everything she could to keep them open but her Mistress’ voice lulled her mind and calmed her body and finally her eyes shut.



“Good,” Mistress Amanda said. “You are in a deep trance now. I want you to imagine you are in a totally safe place. You are safe from any harm from anything and anyone. No one and nothing can hurt you. Do you understand?”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace said sleepily.



“You are even safe from your own feelings Grace my dear. Nothing you feel, nothing you think, nothing you do, can hurt you. For this time, your deepest fears are of no concern except as random facts about you. Except as things to talk about so I may help you. Do you understand?”



“Yes Mistress, my feelings can’t hurt me.”



“No, they can’t. In this deep sleep they can’t hurt you so they are easy to look at. Do you understand my girl?”



“Yes Mistress, they are easy to look at and they can’t hurt me.”



“They are no more important right now than what you ate for breakfast yesterday. They are just trivial facts about you that we will talk about. Ok?”



“Yes Mistress. They are unimportant except as trivial facts.”



“Good. Now I have some questions for you my girl. You are going to answer completely honestly. But the answers are completely unimportant except as information. Is that clear my girl?”



“Yes Mistress.”



“Good. How did touching yourself make you feel my girl?”



“It excited me Mistress and it made me afraid.”



“What were you afraid of?”



“I was afraid of doing bad things because of those feelings Mistress.”



“Why my girl?”



“My stepfather did bad things because of feelings like that Mistress.”



“He hurt you.”



“Yes Mistress.”



“He raped you.”



“Yes Mistress.”



“What else did he do?”



“He made me hate myself Mistress.”



“Why?”



“I must be bad if he needed to hurt me like that.”



“Why do you think that?”



“He told me it was my fault. That I begged for it Mistress.”



“What did you do that he said made him think you begged for it my girl?”



“I wore short shorts, skirts above the knee, and light clothing that exposed more skin than he could stand to look at Mistress.”



“Is that why you now dress so conservatively my girl?”



“Yes Mistress. If I keep covered no one will know that I’m bad.”



“So what do you think about other girls who dress more provocatively my girl?”



“I hate them, and I am jealous of them Mistress. They are free to be who they are, and they are bad.”



“Now you know they are not bad, don’t you my girl?”



“Yes and no Mistress.”



“Explain please.”



“They beg for it, yet they are free Mistress.”



Grace began to tremble in her trance.



“It is ok my girl. Remember that all these feelings are completely unimportant and can’t hurt you right now. Not while you sleep in my trance.”



Grace’s trembling eased as she replied, “Yes Mistress.”



“If I told you that you weren’t bad, would you believe me my girl?”



“No Mistress, but I would want to.”



“Then I will have to prove it to you my girl. How does that make you feel?”

“Scared Mistress.”



“Why?”



“Because then I might have to understand that my stepfather was a bad man even though I loved him very much.”



“Is that all my girl?”



“No Mistress.”



“What else then?”



“If I let those feelings into myself, I might do bad things like my stepfather did.”



“Do you really think you could my girl? Do you really think you could damage a child simply because you felt passionate, or aroused?”



“I don’t know Mistress. It scares me.”



“I understand. Now I have another question for you and I want you to remember that the answers are completely unimportant facts that can’t hurt you in anyway.”



“Yes Mistress.”



“When I touched you and caressed you, how did you feel?”



“Aroused and scared Mistress.”



“Is the fear the same one you already talked about?”



“Yes Mistress.”



“And the arousal?”



“Your touch was like passionate fire Mistress, I ached for it to continue. I ached for you to bring my passion to life and make me cum in your hand.”



“Good. I want you to know my girl, I am pretty sure I can help you.”



“How Mistress?”



“Like I said my girl, I am going to create a slut and then put her inside you.”



“How does that make you feel?”



“Scared, and hopeful, and excited Mistress.”



“Good. Now I want you to know that you are not going to remember any of our conversation during your sleep. When you wake up you will not remember anything we talked about.”



“Yes Mistress.”



“But before I wake you there is one more little thing I want to talk about.”



“Yes Mistress.”



“Now, do you remember that you gave me your arms and hands my girl?”
“Yes Mistress.”



“That is what I want to talk about.”



“Yes Mistress.”



…..



Grace woke feeling refreshed and safe and comfortable despite the cool air of her living room. She yawned and stretched and looked at Mistress Amanda. “What did You do to me Mistress?”



“Nothing important my girl. Don’t worry, everything is fine.”



“Yes Mistress.”



“I would like you to please get dressed my girl and fetch a leather bag from the trunk of my car. Would you please do that?”



“Of course Mistress. Thank you.”



Grace dressed and Mistress Amanda watched her, admiring her curves and thinking possessive thoughts.



In a few minutes Grace returned with Mistress Amanda’s bag and then fetched them each another drink.



Mistress Amanda began to pull things out of Her bag. Grace saw that it was a small recording console and a microphone. “May I ask what it is you are going to do Mistress?”



“I am going to give you something to listen to my girl.”



“Oh,” She replied, knowing that her Mistress had not really answered her question, but also knowing that she had done so on purpose. She guessed it wasn’t meant for her to know right away.



Mistress Amanda set up Her equipment and plugged it in where Grace indicated she should, and then said, “I need you to leave the room for a while my girl. I need you not to listen or be able to even hear me. Do you have something you can do for an hour?”



“I can go play on my computer in my room Mistress. And I can put on my headphones and listen to music as I play around on it.”



“Perfect. Then please do so. I will come get you when I am done.”



“Yes Mistress.”



“But before you go, I want you to remove those clothes.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace said smiling as she pulled off her clothing.



“Very good. Now run along,” Mistress Amanda said once Grace was once again naked.



Grace smiled shyly and left the room. She sat at her computer in her leather chair naked, and brought up her music player and put on her headphones. She busied herself playing games and browsing the net, but inside she was dying to know what her Mistress was doing. She put that aside. She knew that if Mistress desired her to know she would be told. She trusted Mistress Amanda more than she had ever trusted anyone. Why she did not know, but she did.



Despite her eagerness to be back with her Mistress, time did pass. After a while she got lost in the game she was playing. Suddenly she felt a tap at her shoulder and turned and found Mistress Amanda standing there. She removed her headphones and shut down her game and smiled up at her.



“Alright my girl. I am done. For now at least. Do you have a portable CD player?”



“Yes Mistress.”



“Alright then. Here are your orders regarding this CD,” Mistress Amanda said and handed Grace a CD. “I want you to put your CD player on automatic repeat and then put your headphones on and listen to this every night when you sleep. Do you understand?”



“Yes Mistress. perfectly.”



“Good. Now, lets go drink some more because I want to get to know my future property and admire her naked beauty while I drink.”



Grace blushed and smiled shyly and looked at the ground and replied, “Yes Mistress.”



They talked and drank long into the night. Mistress Amanda sat on the couch and Grace knelt at her feet. Every time Grace showed signs of a lot of pain from kneeling Mistress Amanda would direct her to sit cross legged or with her legs outstretched for a while to let the blood flow back into her legs. Grace realized that her Mistress was very concerned for her welfare, and her trust and love for this Lady grew.



When Grace’s voice began slurring so Mistress Amanda cut her off. “That’s enough alcohol for you tonight my girl. I want you clear headed for sleep.”



“Yes Mistress. am I to go to bed now?”



“Not yet my girl. I want your head to clear a little first. I could use another drink though my girl, and if you are thirsty you may drink something soft.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace replied and fetched them each a drink.



They talked a while longer and when Mistress Amanda saw that Grace had sobered up some she declared it was time for her to sleep. “But I wish to observe you during your rest so that I may be sure this is working properly my girl. Would you be able to sleep if I were in your room watching you and playing on your computer?”



“I think so Mistress. I feel safe in Your presence Mistress, though to be honest Mistress, my mind races about you and my heart beats quickly and I might have a little trouble. Though that would be the case even if you weren’t there.”



“Well we will try it my girl. I think you will be surprised. The CD should help.”



“Yes Mistress.”



Grace followed her Mistress to the bedroom and began to put on her pajamas but Mistress Amanda interrupted her. “I want you to sleep naked my girl.”



“Yes Mistress,” she replied.



Grace got under the covers and put on the headphones to her CD player and inserted the CD. She hit the replay button on the machine and then lay down to sleep and hit the play button. Mistress Amanda sat at the computer and kept herself busy while keeping an eye on her girl.



In just moments Grace’s eyes closed. Mistress Amanda knew it wouldn’t be long before she saw results. She had implanted a post hypnotic suggestion in her girl to bring her back into trance easily.



It wasn’t long before she saw Grace’s hands moving. Well, she thought, they are MY hands, and she smiled to herself. Grace’s hands moved about her body and Grace moaned in her sleep/trance. Mistress Amanda watched as her girls hands moved all about her body, caressing, teasing, and titillating. Grace moaned every few seconds as her hands touched her in sensitive places. After some time her hands went down to her vagina and Mistress Amanda could tell that they were doing her work. Mistress Amanda turned the heat in the room up slightly and pulled back the covers so she could see what was happening. Grace moaned louder as her fingers penetrated her lips. Grace’s fingers started fucking her pussy. “My fingers,” Mistress Amanda reminded herself. She knew Grace would feel as if they belonged to her Mistress.



After some time had passed Grace’s body shuddered and she cried out in her sleep. Mistress Amanda knew she had cum. Mistress Amanda turned back to the computer and Grace went to sleep. An hour later Grace’s hands began again. All night long Grace’s hands, well, Mistress Amanda’s hands as Grace had surrendered them, teased and pleasured her. Grace came to many orgasms that night and in between she slept peacefully. Mistress Amanda remained at Grace’s computer and bedside all night long. She made coffee and kept herself awake while her girl experienced orgasm after orgasm with periods of real sleep between them.



Mistress Amanda stayed awake all night and finally when the clock was at 9am she put the blankets back over her girl and removed the headphones. “Time to wake up Grace,” She said. “The slut is done for the night.”



Grace opened her eyes and said, “Good morning Mistress, I had such arousing dreams.”



“I know you did my girl, I would have been surprised had you not. Good morning my sweet girl, how do you feel?”



“I feel great Mistress, but uhm,” she paused for a moment and looked down, “I feel very horny.” She blushed and trembled as she said the words and her ears turned red and her hands shook.



“You blush so prettily my girl, but it isn’t you that feels horny. It is the slut I am creating. Don’t let it bother you.”



“Yes Mistress.”



Grace looked at the clock. “did You stay awake all night Mistress?”



“I did my girl. But I wanted to be sure it would go right. You are important to me.”



Grace smiled. “Did it?” she asked.



“It did.”



“Would you like breakfast Mistress?”



“That would be lovely my girl.”



Grace made her Mistress breakfast and then knelt at her feet and set her own breakfast on a chair beside Her. “Thank you my girl, this is pretty good.”



“I am glad You like it Mistress, I am not much of a cook but it is hard to ruin breakfast.”



“True enough my girl. So, lets talk about the slut.”



“About her Mistress? Not about me?”



“I am creating her as a different person my girl. But I will need you to tell me how she is doing and what she is experiencing and etc, because the slut doesn’t have her own voice.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace said looking slightly relieved.



“So I noticed a lot of moaning and movement my girl. Did the slut have good dreams?”



“She had horny dreams Mistress. She dreamed that she lay there, unable to move, while you teased and tormented her with your hands, and while you brought her to orgasm over and over.”



“That sounds like my slut had good dreams then my girl.”



“She liked them Mistress. Though she got tired of it after a while and only wanted to sleep.”



“To be expected. She isn’t much of a slut yet my girl. But she is there.”



“But I am concerned Mistress.”



“About what my girl?”



“Well, when you finally put the slut in me as you said you would, won’t it me be who feels such feelings?”



“Yes my girl. And?”



“Well, I don’t want to feel them for just anyone. I don’t want to end up being a slut, but only your slut, if you catch the difference.”



“I do my girl. And I will see to it that that is the case. You will only be aroused for me. How is that?”



“Thank you Mistress.”



“And how do you feel about the slut my girl?”



“She is disturbing Mistress.”



“How so?”



“Well, she was obviously having fun, but its scary as well as exciting.”



“I understand my girl. Sometimes we are bound in chains that were created in our youth and it takes much to break them.”



“I don’t understand Mistress.”



“You will my girl, don’t worry about it. Just remember it.”



“Yes Mistress.”



Once they finished breakfast Grace went to clean up but Mistress Amanda stopped her. “Now I need to sleep my girl. I don’t trust myself to drive home, so do you object to me sleeping in your bed?”



“Of course not Mistress. Do you wish me to change the sheets for you?”



“No my girl, I am quite happy to sleep surrounded by the smell of the sluts arousal.”



Grace blushed.



“Why do you blush m y girl?”



“Well, she was very aroused Mistress, I’m sure the smell is strong.”



“And so?”



“Well, wouldn’t you prefer to sleep in clean sheets?”



“No I wouldn’t my girl. I like the smell of my sluts arousal. As long as it isn’t old. You will change your sheets every other day to keep the smell fresh, but I think even you will come to appreciate the smell of an aroused slut.”



“Yes Mistress.”



Mistress Amanda could see the war being fought behind her girls eyes. One part of her wanted what the slut seemed to have, and the other part was afraid. She smiled to herself. Her girl would come around. And she would finally be free of the evil done to her.



“While I sleep I want you lay on the couch and listen to my CD. The slut has a long way to go my girl, and I want her to come into being as fast as I can arrange it.”



“Yes Mistress.”



“You don’t have anything planned for the day do you my girl?”



“No Mistress.”



“Good. Now come and tuck me in. I want a good night kiss and hug from my girl before I sleep.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace replied following her into the bedroom. She hugged her Mistress and kissed her on the lips lightly, and while her Mistress held her she trembled, but held on anyway.



“That will get better my girl. The slut will help you.”



“Yes Mistress,” she replied “sweet dreams.”



Grace picked up the CD player and began to leave the room. “Set your alarm for 3pm and you can wake me as soon as you wake my girl.”



“Yes Mistress,” she replied.



Mistress Amanda got up and made sure Grace was installed on the couch with her headphones on and then She went back to bed. Her girls predicament was arousing to her and she decided to add to the smell the slut had left in her girls bed. Then she slept.



She woke to Grace leaning over her and whispering in her ear. “Its three PM Mistress, you wanted me to wake you.”



Mistress Amanda stretched and replied, “Thank you my girl. How are you doing?”



“I am well Mistress, but I am all wet.”



“Oh so I see,” Mistress Amanda said, looking between her girls legs to see that the juices had leaked down her legs. “Good. I see the slut has been busy while I slept.”



“Yes indeed Mistress. She had more dreams and she got me all wet.” Grace replied looking shamefaced.



“No worries my girl, it is perfectly natural. The slut will get you all wet often. But the slut enjoys that sort of thing. Let’s go shower. That will fix your problem.”



“Yes Mistress.”



They cleaned up and Grace was very nervous about showering with another person, but Mistress Amanda never touched more than her hands or her hair which she washed for her. Grace did the same for her Mistress.



“You seem to be ok being naked around me my girl.”



“Yes Mistress. You inspire confidence, and aside from that moment last night when you held my hands, you have not done anything to make me fear you.”



“I know my girl. But I must tell you that it is hard to not touch you in the way I’d want to touch you if you were free of your chains.”



“Will that ever happen Mistress?”



“Yes my girl, it will. I am more confident now. The slut is taking to the training very well.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace said, confused.



“You don’t understand.”



“No Mistress.”



“Its ok, you don’t need to. At least for now. You will one day though.”



“Alright Mistress,” Grace smiled.



“They ate a light meal that Grace fixed and served, and then Mistress Amanda said to her, “Alright my girl, I want to do some things to you and my slut before I leave. I have to go home for the night.”



Grace looked disappointed but said “yes Mistress. Will you come back?”



“Of course my girl. I will be back tomorrow.”



Grace smiled. “I will miss you Mistress.”



“As I shall miss you my naked girl. For now, I want you on the couch again.”



Grace lay on the couch looking up at her Mistress expectantly. Mistress Amanda looked at her lovingly and then said a word. Grace immediately fell asleep. It was over an hour later that Grace woke feeling fresh and happy and full of energy. She looked at the clock. “Oh my Mistress, how time has flown. I hardly feel like any time has passed.”



“I know my girl. Its a side effect of the trance state and my work in your mind.”



“Yes Mistress.”



“Now I want you to dress and escort me to my car my girl. You may carry my bag with my recording gear. I am going to need it at home tonight.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace said and dressed.



Once dressed Grace carried her Mistress’ bag down to the car, following her Mistress two steps behind and she put the bag in the trunk once Mistress Amanda had opened it.



“I will miss you my girl. And I will miss my slut,” She said.



“I will miss You too Mistress, as will your slut I am sure.”



“Do I get a hug and a kiss my girl?”



Grace smiled and fell into Her arms, and trembled only slightly in her Mistress’ arms. “Now my girl, hold here for a moment while I explain something to you.”



Grace stayed still, trembling slightly in Mistress Amanda’s arms and listened.



“Do you remember that you gave me your arms and hands?”



“Yes Mistress.”



“They are going to be doing things to my slut whenever the opportunity arises. If you need them for any reason, they will be yours to command as it should be, but in moments of quiet, they will be busy working on my slut.”



“On me you mean Mistress?”



“Not really my girl. In a very big way you and the slut are two very different people. So I want you to think of her as another person. But you may find it a bit uncomfortable.”



“Yes Mistress.”



“I left you my email address and cell phone number. If you need me for any reason you are to either call or email depending on the urgency of the need. Do you understand?”



“Yes Mistress.”



“Good. Now I want you and the slut to be good girls.”



“We will Mistress. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”



“And I can’t wait to come back my girl. Have a good night and I will see you tomorrow evening. I will call before I come and you can make supper for me.”



“Yes Mistress, I will be happy to.”



“Good night my girl.”



“Good night Mistress.”



And then Mistress Amanda got in her car and left. Grace returned to her apartment and sat down at her computer. She could smell the odour of arousal from the sluts night of excitement mingled with an odour that wasn’t hers though she didn’t know it. She put on some music and sat at her computer reading an e novel. As she read her hands rested at her side, but not for long. Her hands suddenly became her Mistresses hands and began teasing her. Or rather, began teasing the slut. She thought of the slut as an entirely different person and the sluts arousal didn’t bother her in the least. The smell of arousal in the room grew. She continued reading, every few minutes she’d take her hand away from the sluts body as she thought of it and would scroll the page down so she could read further. but after a while the sluts arousal got to her and she decided to watch a show instead.



She put on a streaming show she liked on the computer and sat there and watched while her hands returned to their torment of the slut. When the slut came Grace moaned loudly crying out, part of her wishing it was her that her Mistress’ hands were teasing and toying with. Already in her mind it was cemented that she and the slut were two completely separate beings. The orgasm over, she returned her attention to her show. and that was how she spent the night. Her eyes would watch the show, while her Mistress’ hands would play with the slut, bringing her over and over to orgasm and making her more and more aroused. After a while the slut began to experience multiple orgasms and Grace found it hard to focus on the show.



The smell of arousal and sex in the room was almost visible to the eye by the time she was ready for bed. She lay down and the smell of her Mistress was more clear. The slut became aroused by the thought that her Mistress had been aroused in Grace’s bed. But Grace didn’t think much of it. She put on her headphones and hit play on the CD player and lay down. Almost immediately she fell into a deep trance to repeat the events of the night before.

In her dreams she watched her Mistress toy with the slut, who looked exactly like herself. She watched as her Mistress made the slut come over and over again, and deep within her she felt stirrings that she ignored because they were dangerous.



She woke sweaty and smelling of sex, but refreshed and feeling wonderful. It was 10 am and the day was young. She got up and had some breakfast and after cleaning up the kitchen she cleaned up her apartment in expectation of her Mistress’ visit. When she got to the bedroom it reeked of pussy, of sex, and of arousal. She changed her sheets and put them in the wash and once everything was cleaned up she went and sat on the couch in the living room and watched TV. She realized that she had not dressed when suddenly her hands, or more properly her Mistress’ hands began to do their work on the slut again. She wondered why she had not dressed. It was unlike her to walk around naked no matter that she was always alone. She resolved to dress but soon forgot about it as the slut was teased into an orgasm making Grace cry out.



After the orgasm passed she got up and went into her bedroom to find some clothing. She reached into her top drawer for some panties, (conservative and functional rather than pretty) and one hand slapped the other away. She dropped the panties back in the drawer in surprise. She reached for them again and again, her other hand slapped her hand away. ok, she thought, no panties. She reached for a bra. Again her other hand slapped the first away. ‘ok, no bra either.’ Then she wondered if she would be allowed to dress at all. She opened another drawer and reached for a pair of pants. Again she was slapped. she went to the closet to get a skirt that hung from a hanger and again she was slapped. Being stubborn she reached for a top and again her hand was slapped away. ‘I guess I am supposed to be naked,’ she thought to herself, and went and sat at her computer. She pulled up her word processor and began to type without really seeing what she was typing.



The slut tried to dress today but Mistress’ hands taught her she shouldn’t. After several attempts to reach for clothing that were prevented with slaps, the slut learned her lesson. she is to be naked except when it is needful to dress. The slut is very horny today and has come many times. in my dreams I watched Mistress tease and torment her and bring her to orgasm over and over. The slut seemed to enjoy it a lot. Watching it touched something deep inside me that was enticing as well as scary. Sometimes I wish I could be a little like her.”



Then she saved the document in a new folder titled, “The slut diary” and emailed a copy of the journal to her Mistress. Then she seemed to wake from a daze and she went to fix a snack. After she had finished eating, she sat at her computer and listened to music and tried to read. Every time her hands weren’t needed they teased the slut. Grace tried to focus on the reading but the sluts aroused torment and teasing eventually overcame her ability to focus and she gave up. So she put on some music and lay on her bed letting her Mistress’ hands do as they would. She knew the slut would have a good day. And the slut did. Mistresses hands brought her to orgasm over and over. Her fingers fucked the slut silly and teased her clit so much it was almost raw. Grace kept an eye on the clock and as soon as she could she got up to fix dinner and the sluts torment/training stopped while she prepared dinner for her Mistress.



She kept her hands busy as much as possible, but every once in a while she had to wait for things. Every time she waited her Mistresses hands got busy on the slut. Then it would be time for something else to be done and she’d get control of her hands again. But then all was cooking and the table was set. Her Mistresses place at the head of the table, and her own place on a chair at her Mistresses side. With nothing to do her Mistresses hands got busy again. She gave in with a sigh and went to lay on the couch and let her Mistresses hands have their way with the slut. She knew there was no fighting it.



Her Mistresses hands brought the slut to two orgasms before Grace heard a knock at the door. She got up and ran to answer it, but realized she was still naked and became cautious. She looked through the peephole and saw her Mistress. She hid behind the door to hide her nakedness as she opened it and said quietly, “please come in Mistress.”



“Good girl,” Mistress Amanda smiled and closed the door behind her. She put down the bag she was carrying and took her girl in her arms and held her tightly. Grace trembled but was glad of the closeness and felt the strength in the arms that held her. Her trembling eased ever so slightly. She took in her Mistresses scent. She was wearing a perfectly lovely perfume and smelled divine. “You smell lovely Mistress. You look lovely as well.”



“Thank you my girl. You look good too.”



Grace blushed. “Your hands wouldn’t let me dress Mistress.”



“I am aware my girl. Part of the sluts training is all.”



“So I understood Mistress. Am I correct in assuming that had I needed to go out I would have been allowed to dress?”



“Yes my dear.”



“Ok Mistress.”



“Your needs will always come first my girl. Unless of course I am there to make the decisions. In which case, I will make them.”



“Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress.”



“And how is my slut my girl?”



“She is sore, and horny, Mistress,” Grace replied. “She has had many orgasms today and your hands have kept her busy whenever I didn’t need them for something.”



“Good. Very good my girl. I am sure my slut is well on her way to being properly trained.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace agreed without understanding at all. “Supper is almost ready Mistress.”



“Good girl. It smells lovely.”



“It is just something simple Mistress, but I think you will like it. its one of my favourites.”



“I am sure I will as well my girl.” Mistress Amanda agreed as Grace took her coat and hung it on the hooks by the door.



“Would you like a drink before dinner Mistress?”



“Yes I would my girl, you may have one for yourself as well if you wish it.”



“Thank you Mistress,” Grace replied and headed for the kitchen.



She returned in a couple of minutes with two drinks. She served one to her Mistress who was seated on the couch and then knelt at her feet and sipped her own.



“How are you feeling my girl?”



“I am well Mistress, but a little annoyed.’



“Why my girl?”



“Well, every time I get to doing something your hands start working on the slut and soon she cums. Not that I mind her cumming but it breaks my concentration and I lose track of what I’m doing.”



“What were you doing my girl?”



“Mostly trying to read Mistress.”



“Ah yes. That could be a problem.” Mistress Amanda paused then went on. “If you like my girl, I can make it so the slut will only cum when I tell her to.”



“Oh yes Mistress, that would be fantastic. I might get some peace then for a little while at least.”



“Good. I will take care of that after supper.”



“Thank you Mistress.”



Grace put down her drink and her hands immediately started in on the slut. Mistress Amanda smiled and watched. “How does my slut feel Grace?”



“She is horny Mistress. She is wet and wanton and is looking forward to another orgasm, but she is sore and her clitoris is in pain,” Grace replied. Then the hands released the slut as Grace reached for her glass and took a sip. The moment she put it down however her hands went back to their work.



“I can give my hands something that will ease up on the sluts clit if you think it would help my girl.”



“Oh please Mistress, she is enjoying herself but her poor clit is rubbed raw.”



Mistress Amanda reached into her purse and brought out a small pink vibrator. “I just bought this for the slut today my girl. I am sure she will find it useful and it will keep her clit from becoming raw.”



“She thanks you Mistress, as do I.”



“I am glad you aren’t afraid of it my girl.”



“If it were for me I would be Mistress, but that is the sort of thing the slut will like very much.”



“I am sure my girl. I want you to understand that it is not for you. You may not use it at all.”



“Yes Mistress, not that I would want to.”



“I understand my girl, but I want you to keep it near the slut at all times so that when she is to be trained it is near my hands so they can put it to good use. And always replace the batteries when they die.”



“Yes Mistress. I will.”



“Good. Here are a couple of spare batteries I picked up so you won’t have to run out to the store for a while.” Mistress Amanda handed her a small package of high quality double A batteries.



“Thank you Mistress.” Grace reached for the vibrator and the batteries and put them down near her drink. She picked up the drink and took another sip and when she put it down her Mistresses hands took over and tormented the slut. Suddenly they grabbed the little pink vibrator and turned it on and put it to the sluts pussy lips and plunged it inside the sluts wet orifice.



“You are welcome my girl. How does my slut like that”



“Your slut likes it very much Mistress, she is mad with desire,” Grace moaned.



“Good slut. Good Grace.”



“Thank you Mistress,” Grace panted.



Just then they heard the stove buzzer go off and Grace got control of her hands. “Supper is ready Mistress. May I serve you?”



“You may my girl.” Mistress Amanda replied getting up.



Grace followed, keeping the vibrator in her hand. She carried it into the kitchen with her as she followed her Mistress and she put it down on the chair next to her place setting. Then she served dinner to her Mistress and then served herself,



They talked as they ate, and Grace was very thankful that her Mistresses hands didn’t interrupt. “Shepherds pie my girl, I love it. It is one of my favourites as well. And you did it well.”



“Thank you Mistress.”



Mistress Amanda watched her girl as they ate. She noticed that Grace finally seemed at ease naked in front of her and she didn’t blush nearly so much. They were small gains, but they were gains and she was satisfied. For the moment.



Grace ate eagerly. she was so happy to be with her Mistress again she just wanted to get the meal over with. Mistress asked her questions and she answered happily. Most of them were about the slut and Grace happily told her Mistress all about the dreams she had had about watching Mistress Amanda bring the slut to orgasm over and over. But she was eager to have the slut stop cumming so much.



Finally supper was ready and she picked up and started to fill the sink to wash the dishes when Mistress Amanda said “leave that my girl. I need you to dress.”



“Yes Mistress.” She replied and ran to her bedroom, stopping only to pick up the pink vibrator and carry it with her as she had been ordered.



When she was finished dressing she returned still holding the vibe in her hand. she found Mistress Amanda on the phone. “You can bring it up now and I’ll show you where I want it installed.” She paused. “Yes, thank you. Apartment 216. Good.”



“Here hand me that my girl,” Mistress Amanda said pointing at the vibe. Grace gave it to her and she stuck it in Her purse. “What is going on Mistress?”



“I am having something installed in your bedroom to further the training of my slut my girl.”



“Yes Mistress.”



Grace was dying to know what it was, but she knew that her Mistress would have told her if she was meant to know. So she sat patiently until finally there was a knock at the door. “Come with me my girl.” Mistress Amanda said and went to answer the door. There were two men standing there with something about the width and length of a queen sized bed but only a few inches thick covered with a blanket. “Ok my girl,” Mistress Amanda said handing her the car keys. “There are a couple of bags in my trunk and a suitcase in the back seat. Take as many trips as you need to and please don’t drop anything some of it is fragile.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace replied and passed the men in the hallway. It took her a minute to get there and when she grabbed the first bag it was heavy. She carried it up to her apartment. The men were no longer at the door and she could hear the sounds of tools coming from her bedroom. “Don’t worry about that my girl. Just set down my bag here in the kitchen and go get the rest please.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace smiled.



Two more trips and the task was done. Mistress Amanda indicated that she was to sit in a chair beside her Mistress as they waited for the men to finish and leave. It didn’t take long. Twenty minutes after Grace finished her task the men came out and one said, “All done Amanda Ma’am.”



Mistress Amanda replied, “Thank you Tom,” and handed him some money. Tom didn’t even count it, he just put it in his pocket and the two men left nodding at Grace.



“Ok my girl. I have things I want to do. Here is the sluts vibe to carry with you again,” She said handing the pink toy to her. “Now I want my girl naked again.”



Grace stripped off her clothes without hesitation.



“Sit please,” Mistress Amanda said.



Grace did and looked at her expectantly.



Mistress Amanda said a word and Grace fell into a deep trance.



“Alright my girl. Sluts dress a certain way, and they wear makeup and etc, and I want my slut dressed and made up. So that is what we are going to do.” She paused and then went on. “But first the matter of the orgasms.” She spoke for a few minutes and Grace promptly forgot what was said.



“Now get up my girl . I want you to remain in trance and not wake up, but I want you to shower and get cleaned up. Then I want you to shave the hair on your pussy. Ok my girl?”



“Yes Mistress,” she replied and got up in trance and headed to the shower.



Mistress Amanda returned to the bathroom with her shopping bag in hand, just as Grace, still in trance, was finishing her shaving. Mistress Amanda helped her dry off and put the lid down on the toilet and sat her on it. She opened up a package of black nylon stockings and garter belt and helped her girl put them on. Next came a pair of sexy strappy black heels. The last item was a demi-bra cut so fine as to reveal Grace’s nipples.



“That is a much better outfit for my slut.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace replied, still in trance.



“Now for the makeup,” Mistress Amanda said pulling some more things out of her bag. “Come stand in front of the mirror please Grace, I need to do my sluts makeup.”



Grace did, still not really registering anything but the command of her Mistress as she was still in trance.



“Now I want you to pay attention my girl. You will have to do the sluts make up every day.”



“Yes Mistress.”



It took only a few minutes. Mistress Amanda explained each step as she went, and how Grace should use each item. When she was done Grace was even more beautiful than Mistress had ever seen her. “Now my girl a lot of women wear makeup and they are not sluts. But I want you to always make sure the sluts nipples are rouged well enough to see the colour.” She handed Grace the brush and Grace dipped it in the blush and brushed some onto her nipples until they showed a somewhat more pinkish colour. “Good my girl. Next comes the sluts pussy lips. The pink will make them look more aroused and draw attention to them.”



Grace again dipped the brush in the blush and then brushed some onto the lips between her legs.



“Good. Now look in the mirror. This is how I want my slut to look all the time my girl.”



“Yes Mistress,’ Grace replied looking into the full length mirror on the bathroom wall. Grace calmly noted how the slut looked and knew she would always see to it that her Mistresses slut would look like that from now on.



“Doesn’t my slut look good Grace?”



“Yes she does Mistress.”



“I’m glad you like her. Now follow me. We’ve got a lot to do tonight my girl.”



Mistress Amanda led the way to Grace’s bedroom.



Grace saw without seeing, the two cameras mounted on tripods at either side and near the foot of her bed. she noted without seeing, the very large mirror on her ceiling over her bed with the words, “the slut” at the top of it over the head of her bed.



Mistress indicated that she should lie down and Mistress sat on the edge of the bed beside her. Grace still had the pink vibe in her hand and Mistress began to talk to her for a long while, giving her instructions and planting post hypnotic suggestions.



Then she sat at the computer and said the word that would bring her out of it. Grace quickly looked over at her Mistress and smiled feeling wonderfully refreshed and energized.



“You have been having your way with me Mistress,” she smiled. “last thing I remember we were in the kitchen.”



“Indeed my girl. Not in the way I would like, but still, it was indeed fun. I want you to focus on the ceiling for a moment please my girl.”



Grace looked up and saw the mirror. It was a magnifying mirror and she could see every detail of how the slut was dressed and made up. and suddenly her perspective changed, it was as if she were looking down at the slut from above. almost as if she were floating above her bed looking at her Mistresses slut who was lying on the bed. She knew it was her Mistresses slut she was looking at because above the sluts head were the words, “the slut”



“Do you see the slut my girl?”



“Yes I do Mistress, she is beautiful. And frightening. She seems so free to be able to dress like that and wear makeup.”



“Describe her to me please Grace.”



In the bed Grace’s eyes focused completely on the mirror above her bed, but still she looked down on the slut below her.



“She is wearing a garterbelt and stockings Mistress, and black high heel strappy shoes. She is not wearing any underwear. Her bra is barely there Mistress and her breasts and even her nipples are exposed. Her nipples and pussy are brushed slightly pink and look very inviting Mistress. Her face is beautifully made up, black mascara, pink blush and eyeshadow and lipstick and her hair is down about her shoulders rather than tied back the way I would keep my own.”



“And what do you think of her my dear girl?”



“She is beautiful and free and dangerous Mistress.”



“Why dangerous.”



“It is dangerous to be so free Mistress, to attract the feelings of lust by expressing ones own.”



“You know that isn’t always true right my girl?”



Grace hesitated then replied, “sort of Mistress. If my step father hadn’t been who he was, maybe things would have been different.”



“That’s a step in the right direction my girl. For now don’t think about it,” Mistress Amanda said as she saw Grace’s face crinkle in the beginnings of self battle. Grace’s face relaxed and the smile returned to her face as she gazed at her Mistress’ slut.



“Ok my girl, I have a task for you.”



“Yes Mistress?”



“I want you to tell me everything the slut is doing, and everything she is feeling. You are the only one who can do that because you and she are connected at a very deep level. Will you please do that for me?”



“Of course Mistress.” Grace smiled.



“Your slut is smiling Mistress, she is happy, and she is horny. She likes how she is dressed and how she looks Mistress.”



“Good. Now watch.” and then Mistress said a word and the sluts hands, the hands that Grace had surrendered to her Mistress started moving.



“Your hands are teasing your slut Mistress, they are caressing her belly. They are moving up to her breasts and teasing them, caressing them. Your slut is beginning to get very aroused Mistress.”



“Good. Keep going. Describe everything you see to my girl.”



“Yes Mistress. Your hands are pinching her nipples lightly, ooo she likes that though it hurts a little. She’s got some pink on your fingers now but they aren’t stopping. They are caressing her chest, and her neck, touching her face lightly, like fairy wings. ooo Mistress, your slut is sooo horny. She feels so good and so free. Your hands are moving down her body now Mistress trailing passionate fire in their wake, arousing every inch of your sluts skin. Now they are at her vagina Mistress….”

Mistress Amanda interrupted her at that point, “The word is pussy my girl. Say it right.”



“Pussy Mistress,” Grace said and she felt her face turn red.



“Your slut is soooo horny Mistress, your hands are teasing her pussy and she wants to moan and writhe beneath your hands, but something is holding her still. Oh, her legs are spreading to allow your hands greater access Mistress. Now your hands are grabbing her vibrator Mistress. They are inserting the vibrator into her wet pussy. She loves it Mistress, your hands are turning her on so much. she wishes she could come for you Mistress. Oh, your hands turned the vibrator on inside her. She feels the buzzing so strongly. She wants to come so bad Mistress. But she can’t. I don’t know why but she is completely unable to come. She is soooo horny Mistress. Your hands are penetrating her…..”



Mistress Amanda interrupted her again, “The word is fucking my girl. My hands are fucking her. Say it.”



“Yes Mistress, your hands are fucking her.”



Grace’s breath was ragged and rapid by this time. “Your slut is panting like a dog Mistress, she wants to cum so bad. “



“The word is like a bitch in heat, my girl. Say it.”



“She is panting like a bitch in heat Mistress, she wants to cum soo bad. Your hands are continuing to fuck your slut bringing her ever closer to orgasm, but she cannot reach it. Mistress, why can’t she cum?”



“Because you said her orgasms annoyed you my girl. I made it so she can only cum if I allow it.”



“Oh,” Grace said in a small voice. “I regret that I think Mistress.”



“I know you do my girl. But the slut wishes to please you too, not just me. So she was happy to have that done to her.”



“Will You let her come Mistress?”



“I might be able to be persuaded my girl.”



“How Mistress?”



“The slut doesn’t have a voice of her own my girl. She needs someone to speak for her.”



“I would speak for her Mistress, oh she is soo close to cumming. Right on the edge as your hands fuck her Mistress. will you please let her cum?”



“I like to hear begging my girl. I like to be begged for little things that for other people would simply be their own choice. Will you beg me to let the slut cum my girl?”



Grace’s answer pleased Mistress Amanda very much. “Please Mistress, please allow your horny slut to come. She is in need like a bitch in heat, she is so horny that she feels she must die if she is not allowed to cum. Please have mercy on your slut and allow her to cum.”



“That was very prettily done my girl, have you done that before?”



“No Mistress, I have never begged for anything but for my stepfather to leave me be.”



“Don’t think of that just now my girl, it might ruin the sluts pleasure.”



“Yes Mistress,” she replied



“I have decided to allow my slut to cum my girl. But I want something.”



“What do You want Mistress?”



“I want to fuck her with my strap-on to make her cum.”



“Oh she would love that Mistress, she would love to have your body touching hers, to have you causing her pleasure directly.”



“Will you beg me to fuck my slut then my girl?”



“Please Mistress, fuck your slut. She desires your touch sooo badly. She needs you like she has never needed anyone in her life. She wishes nothing more than to have you touch her, to lay your body on hers, to feel the fire in your skin as you fuck her and make her cum.”



“Very well then my girl, I will, since you asked so nicely.”



“Ooo that makes your slut happy Mistress, see how she is smiling through her horniness.”



“I am glad she is happy my girl.” Mistress Amanda said as she stripped off her clothes and reached into the bag she had left beside the bed.



She pulled out a harness with a 7 inch pink dildo attached to it and stepped into it, fastening it around her waist with the leather buckle. “Continue describing what you see my girl, don’t stop now.”



“Your slut is eager for your dildo Mistress….”



“The word is cock my girl.”



“Yes Mistress, your slut is eager for your cock. She desires to be filled with it. I can see you standing over her at the foot of the bed, with your pink cock sticking out. It looks big and though it would frighten me very much your slut wants nothing more than to have it inside her. I can see You moving toward her, kneeling on the bed between her legs. Your hands have stopped and pulled the pink vibrator out of her pussy and she misses the feeling of being filled with it. I see you kneeling between her legs Mistress, I can’t see her pussy anymore, but I see you laying atop of her. Oh, you are inside her, I can almost feel it as she feels so full of your cock Mistress. I can see You fucking her Mistress, your hands, your own hands that is, grabbing onto her breasts, pinching her nipples, oh that hurts her, but she likes it. She’s such a slut Mistress. You are leaning over her almost kneeling as you fuck her, she is loving this so much Mistress, she desires nothing more than to be your fuck toy…”



Mistress Amanda’s eyes widened slightly at those words. She hadn’t expected such wonderfully dirty language from her girl unless encouraged first, but she knew that was an indication that things were going much better than she could have hoped for.



“Oh Mistress, your slut loves Your cock. She loves having you touch her and caress her, and even pinch her pink nipples. Oh Mistress she is sooo aroused, so horny. She feels Your cock filling her, and leaving her empty, and filling her, and then leaving her empty again. She wants you to fuck her harder, please take her like you own every part of her Mistress. she wants you so badly.”



“I am enjoying fucking my slut my girl. I am glad she is liking it as well. Are you enjoying this Grace?”



“I like watching you fuck your slut Mistress,” Grace replied. “Part of me wishes it was me, but that is a scary thought so I don’t go there much.”



“I understand my girl. Does my slut want to cum?”



“Yes Mistress, she wants to cum so badly.”



“Then she will come my girl since you want it so badly.” Mistress Amanda replied.



Grace went on with her description. “Oh Mistress she is soo close to cumming Mistress, right on the edge….”



Mistress Amanda said a word, and suddenly Grace’s head was exploding, ‘Oh she’s cumming Mistress, ooooo she’s cumming so hard, but you are not stopping, you are fucking her right through her orgasm and she is coming again Mistress, oooooo she is on fire, her pussy is exploding, her whole body is on fire. Oh You have stopped and are lying on her and inside her Mistress, and her orgasm is abating. she feels so wonderfully satisfied and happy Mistress, and she feels so relaxed. She feels fantastic Mistress. Oh, she’s putting her arms around you and holding you and you are holding her and kissing her I guess, I can’t see properly anymore. oh now you are pulling away and I can see a wonderful languid smile on her face Mistress. Thank you for making your slut cum. You have made her so happy.”



“You are welcome my girl. I was glad to get to fuck her. She’s a wonderful slut isn’t she?”



“Oh yes Mistress she is.”



“Mistress her nipple and pussy blush is gone.”



“Alright my girl, come down here then and go put some more on her.”



“Yes Mistress,”



Grace’s perspective changed and she grabbed the little vibrator and got up and went to the bathroom to reapply the blush to the sluts pussy and nipples. Once she was satisfied with their pinkness she returned to her Mistress who was sitting in the computer chair once again.



Mistress Amanda looked at her and said, “That’s better my girl, thank you for taking such good care of my slut.”



“You are welcome Mistress, it is my pleasure.”



Mistress Amanda smiled.



“Have a seat on the edge of the bed for a bit my girl. There is something I want to do.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace replied. She sat and watched as her Mistress plugged a long wire from one of the cameras to her computer. As she watched her Mistress’ hands began their work again. Grace tried to focus on what her Mistress was doing but she felt the slut getting aroused again.



“What are you doing to your slut Mistress?” Grace asked.



“I am training her to be aroused and horny for me all the time my girl.”



“All the time Mistress?”



“Yes my girl, forever and ever amen.”



“Oh.” Grace’s cheeks turned slightly red.



“I think your slut will like that Mistress.”



“I think you’re right my girl.”



Mistress went about downloading all the video that had been recorded onto Graces computer as they talked and Mistress’ hands continued their work on the slut.”



“Does your slut have a name Mistress?”



“Why do you ask that my girl?”



“Well, I am curious Mistress. We call her the slut, but most people have names, and I thought she might have one as well.”



“Well yes my girl, she does have a name.”



“Might I please know it Mistress?”



“No my girl, you may not. But you will. I promise. The day you are better, you will know her name.”



Grace smiled, the sluts painted lips opened slightly and her dimples pitted deeply.



“Thank you Mistress. When will that be?”



“Oh full of questions today are you my girl?”



“I guess Mistress, I am very curious.”



“Well, it will still be a while yet my girl, but you are further along than I would have expected at this point.”



“Oh goody Mistress. Thank you for helping me.”



“It is my pleasure my girl. The more I get to know you, the more I want to own you forever and ever amen.”



“Oh,” Grace blushed, “Thank you Mistress. I would like that Mistress.”



“Good.”



Mistress Amanda finally finished and Grace could feel and smell the sluts arousal as her Mistresses hands continued their work.



“Alright my girl, I want you to get the slut in bed and watch her again.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace said getting onto the bed. her eyes immediately went to the magnifying mirror over her bed and her perspective changed.



Again Mistress Amanda had her describe everything she saw. Grace did so. For over an hour. Grace described every detail of the sluts arousal and everything that was happening to her.



“Mistress, your slut needs to come again, she is on fire, your hands have kept her on the edge of one for soooo long,” Grace panted.



“Oh, you beg so prettily my girl. you must like the slut a lot to be willing to beg so for her.”



“Yes Mistress I like her. She is free to be the passionate woman she is, without guilt or fear or remorse or evil. Sometimes I wish I was like her.”



“I know my girl. Now about my slut cumming. I want something.”



“What do you want from your slut Mistress?”



“I don’t want anything from my slut right now my girl Grace. What I want, I want from you.”



“From me Mistress?” Grace said with a catch in her voice.
“Yes my girl from you.”



“Well, if I can Mistress, you know I love you and wish to please you.”



“I want you to lick my pussy until I come Grace my girl.”



“Oh,” Grace said and blushed and got a look of fear in her face.



“The slut is trembling Mistress. I think she is afraid for me.”



“What is there for her to be afraid of my girl?”



“I don’t know Mistress. Oooo she is sooo aroused.”



“I know my girl. But she will not cum until I do.”



Grace saw the slut tremble and her lips pursing and she felt sorry for the slut. “The slut really needs to cum Mistress,” she said sorrowfully.



“I know my girl.”



“I will do it Mistress,” she whispered.



“What was that my girl?”



“I said I will do it Mistress,” she said louder.



“Do what my girl?”



“I will lick your pussy till you cum Mistress.”



“Good. Now come back down here please.”



Grace’s perspective changed again and suddenly she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Mistress Amanda, still naked from when she had her fun with her slut, sat on the edge of Grace’s computer chair and spread her legs.



“Go ahead my girl. I am eager to feel your tongue.” She said.



Grace swallowed hard and knelt on the floor between her Mistress’ legs. She trembled, but leaned in close and she could smell her Mistress’ musky arousal. despite her trembling she leaned further and extended her tongue until it touched her Mistress’ outer lips. Mistress Amanda put her hands on her girls head and ran her fingers through her girls hair. She did not push or pull or try to force anything and Grace felt comforted and her trembling eased a little. She was afraid and nervous, but she knew the sluts need. So she plunged her tongue between her Mistress’ folds and tasted of her. The musky odour was only a precursor to her taste. The taste of her Mistress filled her tongue and mouth as she began licking.



“Oh my girl, this pleases me so much. You have no idea.”



Grace’s heart lightened and the fear lessened just a little and she began licking less tentatively.



“Oh you found my clit my girl. Remember it. It is the little joy button for a woman.”



“Mmmm” Grace mumbled as she licked. she licked her Mistress’ clit and then went further south and found her Mistress’ entrance.
“Yes my girl, use your tongue like a little cock and fuck my hole.”



Grace extended her tongue straight and bobbed her head forward and back, penetrating her Mistress’ entrance as far as she could, as deeply as she could, and then pulled back, only to plunge in again. She did this for a while and her tongue became tired so she returned to her Mistress’ clit and licked and nibbled it.



“Oh yes my girl, lips are made for nibbling on clits.”



Grace’s heart lifted a little as she came to understand the pleasure she was giving her Mistress and she redoubled her efforts.



Her Mistress’ taste filled her mouth and her juices ran down her cheeks onto her neck. It wasn’t long before Mistress Amanda too was trembling, and suddenly she shuddered and cried out with her orgasm. She grabbed a hold of Grace’s hair at both sides of her head and lifted her to her feet and kissed her, tasting her own juices in her girls mouth.



Grace trembled and shook, but she didn’t pull away. She did find that her Mistress’ kiss was arousing and she felt the slut stirring.



“Very good my girl,” Mistress Amanda said pulling Grace’s head back by her hair at the nape of her neck. “For a first time.”



“Thank you Mistress,” Grace blushed and looked at the ground, feeling shamefaced, but pleased that she had pleased her Mistress.



“Now, about the sluts orgasm.”



Grace felt the needs of the slut rise to the surface again from where they’d been forgotten, as they had to have been for her to be able to please her Mistress.



“Get the slut on the bed again Grace and keep an eye on her for me please.”



“Of course Mistress,” Grace moved and in a few moments she was again looking down at the slut from above. she never stopped to think about how she was floating above herself. In her mind the slut was a different person who happened to look just like her. Well, with make up and clothes on that she herself would never wear. But she found the slut very attractive if frightening in ways she refused to think about.



She saw her Mistress reach into the bag she had beside the bed and pull out some rope. “What are you doing Mistress?”



“I’m going to tie my slut up my girl.”



“Oh,” Grace said. “I think she’ll like that Mistress.”



“Oh, I am sure she will Grace dear.”



Grace watched the slut breathing heavily as Mistress Amanda tied ropes to each of the sluts limbs. Grace’s breath caught in her chest as she saw her Mistress tie the sluts wrists and ankles spread eagle to the four posts of the bed. “How is the slut feeling Grace?”



“She’s nervous and excited Mistress, and very horny as always.”



“Good.”



Then Mistress Amanda lay between the sluts legs and did for her as Grace had done for her Mistress.



“Oh she likes that Mistress,” Grace said. “She is on fire, her face is blushed with excitement Mistress.”



Mistress Amanda pulled away from the sluts pussy and said, “Good girl Grace, I rather thought the slut would like that.” And then she returned to what she had been doing.



Grace kept up a running commentary and Mistress Amanda could tell that Grace was getting very excited despite the separation between her and the slut. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, and her voice caught often and the tone of her commentary ran faster and faster and little moans escaped her lips as she spoke. Mistress Amanda was pleased. Her girl was learning to express passion. She thought ahead to the culmination of her plans to the day when Grace would embrace the slut and finally be free of the harm done to her. Her breath caught in her chest as she looked ahead. Then she focused on the task at hand.



After a few minutes Grace’s nearly shrill voice said, “Mistress the slut is right on the edge, she is going to cum very soon, ooooo.”



But Mistress Amanda didn’t stop and soon Grace was saying “oooo Mistressssss, she’s cummmmiiiiiiiinggg. ooooo.”



Mistress Amanda pulled away and slid up her girls body and lay on top of her holding her tightly in her arms and kissed her. Grace moaned and mumbled but didn’t think about the reason she was unable to talk as the slut kissed her Mistress back.



After a few minutes Mistress Amanda pulled away and began to untie her slut. “How is my slut doing Grace?”



“She is feeling absolutely wonderful Mistress, she was very happy to have you holding her afterward.”



“Good. Now I have more computer stuff to do so I’m going to leave you to watch the slut for me for a while as I work,” Mistress Amanda said, untying the slut and putting the ropes back in her bag.



“Yes Mistress.” Grace replied.



Mistress Amanda busied herself downloading the video recorded by the two camera’s and as soon as the slut had her arms free Mistress Amanda’s post hypnotic suggestions took over and the sluts arms began to tease and arouse her once again.



Grace kept up her running commentary interspersed with moans of passion that she didn’t recognize as her own. It wasn’t long before Grace’s commentary was more moaning than speaking though she herself took no notice. She thought only that the slut was very aroused.



It took Mistress Amanda quite some time to finish her work at the computer but Grace hardly noticed as she was completely engaged in the sluts titillation.



Pretty soon Grace was begging her Mistress to allow the slut to cum again. “Please Mistress, she is in such need. she is burning from the touch of your hands. Could you please allow her to cum to put the fire out, if just for a little while?”



“Nope.” Mistress replied. “Though you beg most prettily my girl. I do not want her to cum right now.”



Mistress Amanda turned away from the computer and said, “I want you to come down and go fix us a snack my girl. I am hungry. It is getting late and I have plans for my slut after that and then we will sleep.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace replied, and suddenly her perspective changed and she was sitting on the edge of the bed facing her Mistress.



She got up and went to the kitchen and looked through her supplies.



She returned to the bedroom and asked, “do you like ice cream Mistress?”



“Yes I do my girl.”



“Would you like a banana split Mistress?”



“That sounds lovely my girl.”



“Where would you like to eat Mistress?”



“In here my girl. Just bring our snacks in here when they are ready,” then she turned back to the computer.



“Yes Mistress,” and Grace left the room.



She returned a few minutes later with a tray containing two banana splits and two vodka and oranges. “I thought you might want a drink Mistress. I brought one for myself as well if that is ok Mistress.”



“It is my girl. I am sure you are thirsty after all that talking you’ve been doing.”



Grace blushed and looked down, and then put the tray down and served her Mistress in proper slave fashion.



Mistress Amanda turned away from the computer and ate with her girl. Grace sat on the edge of the bed and ate hers, sneaking glances at her Mistresses beautiful naked body.



“Do you like what you see my girl?” Mistress Amanda asked, showing she had not missed the glances from beneath lowered lids.

“You are beautiful Mistress.”



“Thank you my girl, as are you, as is the slut.”



“Thank you Mistress.”



“Why don’t you get a good look instead of hiding glances Grace?”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace replied and openly looked at her Mistress’ lovely body. Her breasts were large and full and hung beautifully and her legs were long and muscular, with just a little cellulite. Her skin was smooth and Grace had a sudden urge to touch her but suddenly she looked away and blushed, her heart beating rapidly and the old terror rising up in her.



“Are you alright my girl?”



“I will be Mistress.”



“I know you will my girl.”



They finished their snack and the lifted their drinks. Mistress Amanda raised her glass and said, “Here’s to my girl Grace, and to my slut, the best pair of girls a Lady could ever ask for.”



Grace chinked her glass with her Mistress and then drank to the toast. Mistress Amanda looked hungrily at her girl as they drank and Grace felt very self conscious and fidgeted much.



“Nervous my girl?”



“Yes Mistress.”



“Why?”



“Its the way you are looking at me Mistress.”



“I like looking at you my girl. You are pleasing to my eyes.”



Grace blushed and sipped her drink.



When Grace’s glass was down to half Mistress Amanda said, “Give me your glass sweetie.”



Grace did and watched her Mistress put some clear liquid in it.



“Now drink it all my girl.” and as Grace began to drink She said, “Don’t stop till its all gone my girl.”



Grace downed the half glass of vodka and orange in one go and when she was done Mistress Amanda said, “That’s a good girl.”



Then she pulled her chair closer to the bed and pushed Grace back so she was laying down. “Now close your eyes my girl.



Grace did and waited for what was next. But there was nothing for quite some time. “what are you doing Mistress?”



“I’m looking at you and admiring my future property my girl.”



Grace blushed so hard her ears burned.



“What did you put in my drink if I may ask Mistress?”



“Something to help me help you. You should begin to feel it in a few minutes. Tell me when you feel it. But until then I’m simply going to sit here and look at your beautiful naked body.”



Grace blushed harder and whispered, “Yes Mistress.”



They remained like that for a while and Grace began to feel lethargic and floaty and light headed.



“I feel light headed and very relaxed Mistress.”



“Good. It has taken effect. Then let us begin.” Then she said a word and Grace fell into a deep trance.



Mistress Amanda spoke, but her words did not register on Grace’s conscious mind. She dreamed.



She sat on one side of her bed, and Mistress sat on the other side. Between them the slut lay back on the bed her hair down about her shoulders, her pristine make up making her look beautiful and free. The sluts hands worked at her pussy and she moaned her desire and need as her hands worked furiously on her pussy.



Grace watched, her eyes devouring the slut and her actions and the passion she expressed. She looked over at her Mistress and saw that She too was watching. Mistress looked over at Grace and smiled. “Isn’t she beautiful?”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace replied in a whisper, her voice trembling.



They watched the slut pleasuring herself for a while and the slut got more and more aroused, but there was a tone of frustration in her moans, a tone of desperation. “What is wrong with her Mistress?”



“Nothing is wrong exactly Grace sweetie. She is just unable to make herself come, no matter how much she desires to.”



“Then why does she continue Mistress? She is only torturing herself.”



“She doesn’t understand that she is unable to find release herself Grace. She doesn’t know she needs someone else.”



“But surely Mistress, she must realize that something is wrong.”



“Her need will not let her Grace love. She only knows that she needs, and she is bringing herself further and further along, but she will never reach her goal by herself. She is powerless to find that release.”



“Won’t you please help her Mistress?”



“I’m sorry Grace I cannot.”



“But. You are Mistress, you have made her cum before.”



“True, but here in this place I cannot.”



“What will happen to her Mistress?”



“She will remain here in this room, in this place, ever desperate for release, and never reaching it. She will eventually die of heartbreak and frustration in the darkness in which she finds herself Grace.”



Grace’s eyes teared up and she whimpered, “but there must be something you can do Mistress.”



“No my girl. Not I.”



“Who then Mistress?”



“You my dear.”



“Me,” she asked in a small quivering voice.



“Yes my girl. In this place, only you can help her.”



“What must I do Mistress?” she asked, her voice still small. The sluts moans were becoming louder and more desperate. Her eyes were tightly shut and her muscles were strained with the tension in her body.



“You must make her cum my girl. If of course you wish to help her.”



Grace began to tremble with her fear and she asked in a still smaller voice, almost completely drown out by the sluts moans, “how Mistress?”



“Move her hands away and finish the job for her my girl. If of course you wish to help her. Do you?”



“Yes I do Mistress, she is so needful and desperate. I wanna cry just thinking about her, but I am afraid.”



“I know you are my girl, but deep down you know there is nothing to fear.”



“I don’t Mistress.”



“You do my girl. But if you are not able to face your fear, then this is the sluts fate.”



Grace blushed hard and her ears burned as she felt a deep shame for her fear and her apparent inability to help the slut. She swallowed hard and extended her hands. The sluts eyes opened as Grace’s hands closed over hers. “Here sweetie, let me help you,” Grace said and moved the sluts hands aside. She took a deep breath and her trembling hands closed over the sluts vagina, no, pussy, slick with her juices. She inserted a finger, and then another into the sluts stretched and well used hole, and her thumb found the sluts clit. She worked her fingers in and out easily the sluts juices lubricating her fingers copiously. Her thumb lightly caressed the sluts clit as her fingers plunged in and out. She fucked the slut with her fingers and her other hand took one of the sluts hands in hers and held it. The slut looked up gratefully and started to say something but moans of pleasure were the only sounds that came out of her mouth.



Mistress Amanda looked down on her sleeping girl and watched the girls hands moving furiously in and out of her pussy. She listened to the moans coming out of her girls throat and smiled. She was confident that all would be well as things were unfolding better than she could have hoped.



Grace watched the sluts face and the slut looked Grace in the eyes as Grace finger fucked her, faster and faster, and harder and harder. she looked at Mistress and asked, “Its not working Mistress.”



“You need to encourage her my girl. She is frightened and trapped in a paralysis of self denial.”



As Mistress Amanda watched her girl dream she heard her say in her sleep, “come on pretty slut, you can cum now. Its ok. I’m helping you. Come on pretty slut, cum for me.”



In the dream the slut smiled at Grace as she was being fucked and suddenly she screamed in ecstasy as her orgasm finally reached her pussy and she shook and her hand squeezed Graces hard enough that Grace cried out in pain.



In a few moments the sluts shaking orgasm subsided and Grace saw her muscles relax and a soft smile found its way to the sluts lips as her eyes half closed. “Thank you Grace,” she said shyly.



Grace woke feeling very relaxed but tired and breathless as if she had been doing something strenuous. She looked up at her Mistress and smiled. “I love You Mistress.”



“I love you too my girl. How are you feeling?”



“I feel wonderful Mistress, but I am sooo tired.” Then she looked up shyly and sheepishly and said, “I made the slut cum.”



“I know my girl.” Mistress Amanda smiled.



They talked about that for a while, about how Grace felt sorry for her and liked her but was still quite afraid.



Mistress Amanda was pleased that her girl has passed that challenge. But the next challenge would be tougher for her. Her girl had been able to bring herself to do unto others; to bring pleasure to others. However she knew that getting her girl to accept pleasure given to her would be the harder task.



“Grace love, my sweet slave girl, I’m tired.”



“Yes Mistress, you can have my bed, I’ll make up the couch for me.”



“No my girl, that’s not what I want.”



“Surely You don’t want to sleep on the couch Mistress.”



“No, that’s not it my girl, think again.”



Grace got up and went to fetch blankets and started to make herself a bed on the floor.



Mistress Amanda stopped her by grabbing a fistful of her hair at the back of her head. She pulled Grace’s face close to hers and said gently. “I want to sleep with you my girl. I want us in the same bed.”



Grace began to tremble and she looked down but she whispered, “Yes Mistress.”



Mistress Amanda let go of her girls hair and Grace put away the bedding she had set on the floor. Then she made up the bed. “It smells of sex and arousal and wet pussy Mistress.”



“That’s alright my girl, you can change the sheets tomorrow,” She said. She knew the smell might stimulate things within her girl. She hoped it would anyway.



“Undress the slut my girl. I want you naked beside me and we will worry about the slut tomorrow. She is fine for the night.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace said, mechanically removing the bra and shoes and nylons. “Shall I wash the sluts makeup off of her Mistress?”



“You can do that in the morning my girl after you shower.”



“As you wish Mistress.”



Mistress Amanda got into bed and turned down the covers to let Grace in. Grace got in reluctantly, her body trembling as if she were cold. She got into the bed and stayed as far on her side as she could. Mistress Amanda sighed. “My girl, I am cold.”



“I’ll get another blanket Mistress,” Grace replied starting to get up, but Mistress Amanda put a hand on her shoulder. “No my girl, I want you to warm me.”



Grace swallowed hard, but approached her tentatively. She put her arm over her Mistress’ body and threw her leg over Mistress Amanda’s legs, her body touching her Mistresses all along her front. She shook as if struck with a disease.



“Thank you my girl, that is much better.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace said in a small voice and put her head on Mistress Amanda’s shoulder.



Grace flinched as Mistress Amanda’s arm enveloped her and held her gently.



They lay like that a long time. Mistress Amanda breathed deeply and slowly as if she were near sleep, but she lay awake thinking and hoping her gentle passivity would encourage acceptance. Grace trembled but did not retreat. Mistress Amanda began to get tired. She knew she couldn’t sleep so long as long as her girl was like this. But Grace showed no sign of relaxing. Every time Mistress Amanda moved in the slightest, Grace flinched. Mistress Amanda however would not admit defeat. She held her to her desire and her will. She refused to give in.



Time passed, but Mistress Amanda dared not look at the clock. She began to feel exhaustion and a real desire for sleep, but she wouldn’t allow herself to sleep unless Grace fell asleep first. So she waited. And waited. And finally as the light of predawn began to filter into the room she heard her girl heave a big sigh and the trembling ceased.



Mistress Amanda’s arm felt leaden. Her shoulder ached. She needed to change positions but she knew Grace was not really asleep yet. So still, she waited.



Finally she heard her girls breathing deepen and a light snore escaped her. Mistress Amanda decided to risk a slight change in position. She moved her legs until Grace’s knee fell between Hers. Grace flinched in her sleep and stirred, but did not wake.



Even in her sleep?” Mistress Amanda thought to herself. She began to wonder if her earlier confidence had been misplaced. She ran through all she had seen in her girl, and all that her girl had described to her. She thought about Grace’s reactions and past. She then thought about the things her girl had done, the steps she had taken and she knew she could do nothing else. She also knew that if she had not been able to love the girl, and if Grace had not been able to love her, then she could have done nothing for her. Her heart was heavy. But despite her loss of confidence she was still determined. Her will hardened. She would win this fight.



Every once in a while Mistress Amanda shifted her position just slightly to make herself just a little less uncomfortable. Every time she did, Grace flinched in her sleep. Mistress Amanda let out a sigh and tightened her arm around her girl and then relaxed her arm as Grace flinched again. And slowly, the night passed.



After a long while Mistress Amanda dozed lightly. Her eyes stared upward unseeing and her mind wandered in dreamland and suddenly she woke from it. Grace had moved. Toward her rather than away. She had snuggled closer in her sleep. It was a little thing really. Just one small victory, but Mistress Amanda’s heart soared and her confidence was restored. She knew now she would win. With this victory lifting her, she slept for real.



The sun was shining high in the sky, its light shone down onto the floor at a steep angle when she woke again. Her girl was still in her arms. She smiled. She turned her head and looked at the clock. It read twelve fifteen. Grace stirred in her sleep when she turned her head, but did not wake. Mistress Amanda decided to allow the girl to sleep until she was slept out. She knew last night had been hard on her. And She knew that tonight would be worse.



But she didn’t have long to wait. Grace’s breathing changed. She sighed a deep sigh and snuggled closer. She whispered, “Mistress?”



“Ah, you are awake my girl. Good morning my sweet Grace.”



“Good morning Mistress,” Grace said happily.



“Did you sleep well?” She asked.



“Yes Mistress. It took me a long time to fall asleep, but when I did I slept hard. I had dreams.”



“What did you dream my girl?”



“I don’t remember Mistress.”



“Ok.”



“Did you sleep well Mistress?”



“Yes I did my girl, thank you. you kept me nice and warm all night.” She omitted a bit, but she knew she wasn’t lying as when she had finally slept, she had slept well, secure in the knowledge that her girl would be healed.



She had a thought. Should she? She asked herself. She wanted it, but her needs were the least of her concern right now. Would it be the right thing? She decided to risk it.



She turned toward her girl and embraced her, wrapping both arms around her and kissed her on the forehead. Grace did not flinch. Instead, she wrapped her own arms around her Mistress and lay her head on Mistress Amanda’s shoulder.



Mistress Amanda’s heart soared. Another victory. She would win. But she warned herself that it was not over yet.



She released her girl and held her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. “I am hungry my girl. What do you intend on doing about it?”



“How about I fix You some breakfast Mistress? In bed?”



“That sounds lovely my girl. You may get up.”



“Thank you Mistress,” Grace said sliding out from under the covers and covering her Mistress up before leaving the room.



Mistress Amanda wanted to go back to sleep but instead she went over her plans for the day. She was deep in thought when Grace returned with a well laden tray. Grace waited as Mistress Amanda sat up and leaned back against the headboard and then she put the tray’s feet down and put the tray over her Mistress’ legs. “Here you go Mistress, I hope you enjoy it.”



“Thank you my girl.”



“May I get mine please Mistress?”



“Of course my girl. You may even sit beside me in bed.”



“Thank you Mistress,” Grace smiled and quickly left.



She returned moments later with another tray. This one had no feet so she lay it on her lap after she sat beside her Mistress.



They ate in silence, each content to be alone with their thoughts. “Breakfast was good my girl, thank you,” Mistress Amanda said when she had finished.



“You are welcome Mistress,” Grace said and moved to take the tray. “Stay,” Mistress Amanda ordered. “Finish your own first. Then you can pick up.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace smiled.



Grace quickly finished breakfast and then took both trays to the kitchen. When she got back Mistress Amanda signaled her to stand still for a moment. She gave Grace a long slow look down and back up again. Grace blushed deeply but before she could lower her gaze Mistress Amanda winked at her. Grace giggled.



Mistress Amanda smiled at her girls reaction and looked at her warmly. “Alright my girl, it is time for us to begin our day. I would like you to shower and then dress the slut and make her up. She has a busy day today as do you. There are more nylons and another bra in that bag” She pointed.



“Yes Mistress,” Grace replied and got the clothes out of the bag and left.



She cleaned herself up and dried off then got in front of the bathroom mirror. she cleaned the remaining makeup off of the slut and washed her face. After her shower she painstakingly did the sluts makeup just as she had learned to do in trance including rouging the sluts nipples and pussy lips. Once she was finished and the slut was beautifully made up, she dressed the slut in the garter belt, nylons, demi bra and heels, and then she returned to her Mistress.



“Very good my girl, the slut looks beautiful, don’t you think?”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace smiled, “Thank you Mistress.”



Mistress Amanda got out of bed and asked for a towel. Grace handed her one from the closet.



“Alright my girl, get the slut on the bed and watch her while I shower please.”



“Yes Mistress.’ Grace replied laying down and looking upward. Her perspective changed and she found herself looking down at the slut once again. She saw her Mistress leave the room and in a few moments heard the water running, but her eyes were drawn to the slut. With nothing to do, the arms that had been surrendered to her Mistress began their work once again. The slut moaned and whimpered as she was teased and sexually tormented with pleasure without release unending. It wasn’t long before the slut was on the edge of orgasm once again and Grace wished she could cum. She knew the sluts need intimately though she didn’t acknowledge that it was indeed her own.



Mistress returned from her shower and sat at the computer and watched the slut. “How is my slut doing Grace?”



“She is sooo horny Mistress. She’s been on the edge of an orgasm for several minutes already,” Grace moaned.



“That’s good my girl. Now as last night I want a running commentary on what the slut is doing and how she is feeling ok?”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace moaned.



As the night before Grace spoke all about what the slut was feeling, how she looked, what she was doing. she spoke an unending stream of moaned comments as she watched the slut pleasure herself. Mistress Amanda busied herself at the computer playing with a video editor and the footage she had recorded the night before.



It wasn’t long before Grace begged her Mistress to allow the slut to come, but Mistress Amanda simply said, “No.”



Grace felt a great disappointment but knew her Mistress’ will was paramount. She returned to her commentary on the sluts activities and feelings, moaning out the words until they became almost incoherent.



A half hour later she again begged her Mistress to let the slut cum. Again Mistress Amanda said simply, “No.”



Grace returned to her commentary once again disappointed but knowing she was pleasing her Mistress.



She waited almost an hour this time to beg once again for the sluts release. She figured her Mistress would say no again, but the slut was in such need as it disturbed her greatly, though in the deepest part of herself, she knew the sluts predicament was arousing her.

Mistress Amanda turned toward Grace and asked, “Do you really want her to cum my girl? There will be a price.”



“Yes Mistress, I want her to cum. she needs it badly. What would the price be Mistress?”



“I want something my girl. And frankly I doubt you are either brave enough for it, or ready for it.”



Grace wished to please her Mistress but she began to be frightened. “What is it Mistress?”



“I want to watch you cum my girl.”



Grace froze, and the slut trembled in empathic fear. Grace’s heart raced and she began to sweat. “I…… Mistress…… I…..” and tears began to fall from the sluts eyes.



“I know my girl. Its ok. you are not ready.”



The pressure Grace felt on her eased as she realized her Mistress wasn’t going to force her.



“Please resume your commentary my girl.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace moaned



After a while the sluts moans began to intrigue Grace. The pleasure the slut felt was so obvious. Another obvious thing was that the slut was not doing anything she shouldn’t. Like hurting people. A part of her began to admire the slut and her voice took on a loving tone as she talked about everything the slut was doing and feeling. Mistress Amanda could hear the need in her voice as well. Though she knew only that the slut was aroused, Grace needed to cum desperately.



After another hour the slut was in such need that it was spilling over into Grace. she asked, “Mistress, please?”



“Please what my girl?”



“Please allow the slut to cum, she is desperate, she is even raw from it Mistress.”



“You know my price my girl.”



Grace’s face fell and she saw that the slut was disappointed too.



With a catch in her voice Grace said, “but… Mistress….I’ve never…”



“I know my girl. But don’t you think its about time?”



“Don’t you see what you’ve been missing?”



“Yes Mistress, I do,” she replied.




“I’ll give you a break this time my girl. I will make the slut cum once more. But after that she will NOT cum until you do.”



“Yes Mistress, thank You.” The fear that had been constricting around Grace’s chest let go and she breathed a sigh of relief.



“Keep up your commentary as I do this please my girl,”



“Yes Mistress.”



Mistress Amanda got on the bed and sidled up to the slut. She lay on her side, her naked body touching the slut all along her side. Mistress Amanda put one arm around the slut cradling her gently. Grace’s heart lifted at this and she found herself a little jealous. She was reminded of the closeness she had finally shared with her Mistress the night before. Which had been the only closeness with another person she had felt that she could ever remember. She knew she must have had such as a baby with her mother, but she had been too young to remember.



The slut was moaning desperately under the onslaught of the hands that would not stop. Mistress Amanda extended her hands and put them over the sluts and moved them away. The sluts arms lay at her side. Mistress Amanda’s free hand cupped the sluts pussy and gently probed her depths. The slut moaned as she penetrated her with a finger. The sluts back arched and her breath came more rapidly. Grace’s voice exuded desperation and her words were almost incoherent as she spoke. It did not take long for the slut to cum though. Mistress Amanda inserted two fingers and started fucking her girl with them and suddenly the slut was cumming, “Oooohhhh she’s cummmiiiiinnnggg Misssttreesssss,” Grace moaned almost hysterically



The slut trembled and shook with a powerful orgasm and her body shook with the released tension. Her moans finally died down and Mistress Amanda held her close, wrapping her free arm around her wrapping her girl in her embrace.



“That’s so beautiful Mistress.”



“What is my girl?”



“You love your slut very much don’t you?”



“Yes I do my girl. As I love you.”



“I’m glad Mistress.”



“Me too my girl.”



As Mistress Amanda held the slut she and Grace talked. Mistress Amanda could tell that Grace was desperately in need of the things the slut was getting, but she still wouldn’t allow herself the pleasure. She sighed and kissed her slut on her painted lips and then got up and went back to the computer and her work with the video editing. the sluts hands once again began their work on arousing the slut with the little pink vibe.



It wasn’t long before Mistress Amanda was finished with her video editing. “Alright my girl,” She said standing up. “Get yourself over here and watch this video of our slut.”



“Yes Mistress,” Graces replied as she sat up and her perspective shifted.



She sat in the chair her Mistress vacated and focused on the video as Mistress hit the play button. She saw the slut masturbating furiously and heard her own voice describing what the slut was doing.



“Now be a good girl and focus on the slut and what she’s doing.”



“Yes Mistress.”



As she watched the slut in the video, her Mistress’ controlled hands began to play with the slut. She knew the slut was watching too and was finding what she saw on the screen to be very arousing. Grace watched for a long while and then she saw her Mistress kneel on the bed with the strap on attached. She watched as her Mistress fucked the slut. She saw it from the two different angles at different times and as she watched her controlled hands continued their work. the slut was soon on the edge of an orgasm that wouldn’t spill over.



The video was about two hours long and near the end of it she saw her Mistress perform oral sex on the slut and she couldn’t help but see how much the slut loved it. part of her wished she could have that. Not that she hadn’t seen it already of course, but the constant exposure to it began opening a crack to let just a trickle of lust penetrate.



And all the time she watched, her Mistress’ hands worked on the slut, well, she knew they were her hands, but she had surrendered them to her Mistress that first night. The slut was deeply aroused and desired to cum desperately, but Grace wasn’t ready to beg her Mistress to allow it yet. She knew her Mistress would stick to her desire to see Grace cum first. And she was afraid.



She had looked it up one time. It was called malaxophobia. The fear of physical love. She had had it her whole life, well since she had been abused. She had never been able to even love herself. but she wished she could. She hoped Mistress Amanda could help her. The slut seemed to have so much fun, in a tortuous kind of way. She was jealous of the sluts freedom of spirit.



When the video finished Mistress Amanda indicated that Grace should make supper for them. Which she did. First she fixed the sluts makeup and rerouged her nipples and swollen and red pussy lips. It had been well used. All during the time she was preparing supper she thought of what she had seen the slut experience. What she had seen of the sluts need. And she wished she was brave enough to experience that for herself.



She served Mistress Amanda and ate her own meal kneeling on the floor. She had little to say as she was deep in thought. Mistress Amanda did not seem to need her to say anything though so they ate in silence.



After Grace had cleared away the dishes they returned to the bedroom. Grace once more watched the slut get sexually teased and tortured with her Mistress controlled hands. It was too much for her and finally she begged her Mistress to allow the slut to cum.



“You know my price my girl.”



“but….. I…. ok. but I have a request Mistress, if I may be allowed to make it.”



“You may ask my girl, but I might say no.”



“Of course Mistress as is your prerogative.”



“Then ask.”



“I want to cum like you made the slut cum earlier. With you laying beside me, touching me, holding me in your arms. Please Mistress.”



“You know that might be too much for you my girl. It might be easier for you to do it yourself.”



“I know Mistress, but I want to be loved like you were so obviously loving the slut. I was jealous of her then.”



“Were you really my girl? That is sweet of you, but why?”



“You showed her such love Mistress. It was sexual yes, but it was also loving. And that is what I wish I had the most.”



Mistress Amanda looked at her with a measuring gaze for a few moments. “Alright then my girl. Lie down and look at me rather than at the slut.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace said slowly moving to lie on the bed while keeping her eyes on her Mistress.



Grace lay there smiling nervously, but holding her gaze upon her Mistress. Mistress Amanda is a very beautiful woman she thought to herself as she beheld the naked Lady. Her breasts were full and round, and her hips were womanly rather than boyish like her own.



Mistress Amanda lay on the bed beside Grace, her belly and breasts and legs touched Grace’s side. She slid Her arm underneath Grace’s head and cradled her in a loving embrace. Grace began to tremble knowing what was coming.



Mistress Amanda leaned down and kissed her on the lips. Grace flinched but moved back into position to allow it. Mistress Amanda’s lips were soft and gentle and Grace felt such passion rising in her that she began shaking. She tried to pull away but Mistress Amanda held her. She began to panic and her whole body started shaking. Mistress Amanda broke the kiss and raised her head and looked at her. “Its ok my girl. you are fine. Please remember that.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace whispered, the shaking subsiding. “but this doesn’t bode well Mistress.”



“Not really my girl, but you will get over this. Trust me.”



“Yes Mistress.”



Mistress Amanda extended her free hand and laid it on Grace’s belly. She shivered and trembled a little, but didn’t move. Mistress Amanda’s hand started caressing Grace’s belly lightly and wherever her hand moved, Grace felt passion and need in its wake. She began trembling in earnest and Mistress began whispering in her ear, “you are alright my girl, there is nothing to worry about here, there is nothing here but love, you are alright my girl, you know I love you, and I know you love me, everything is alright,” and so on while her hand continued its caresses. It seemed to help as Grace’s trembling started to ease. But when Mistress Amanda’s hand touched her pussy it all started up again.



Grace whimpered as the passion rose in her, as she began to feel aroused on a level that she had never felt, but had seen only in the slut. She whimpered and cried out in fear and her trembling got a lot worse. Her legs shook as if she had palsy. At first Mistress Amanda seemed not to notice, but when Grace began to try and pull away she stopped and sighed. “My girl, its ok. I’ve stopped.”



Grace began to cry but her trembling stopped. “I’ll never know love Mistress. I feel horrible.”



“Its ok my girl. I knew we would fail.”



Grace looked up at her in surprise. “You knew?”



“Yes my girl. I knew you weren’t ready.”



“then why did you allow it?” Grace asked, a hint of anger in her voice.



“I allowed it because I think its an important step to becoming ready.”



“How so Mistress?” Grace asked, the anger fading immediately and her voice instead, full of trust and love.



“I am not going to tell you that my girl. Just accept that I felt it would be beneficial to you alright?”



“Yes Mistress,’ Grace smiled.



“And I do want to point out that you have indeed made progress my girl.”



“I have?”



“Yes. Look at us. I am naked beside you, who is also naked. Our flesh is touching. My arm is around you. And yet you are not trembling. Now it is only when I try to pleasure you that you begin to fear. Trust me, you have made progress. There is an end in sight my girl. Trust that.”



“You are right Mistress. This has never been possible before. I guess there is an end in sight.” Grace smiled and leaned up and gave her Mistress a quick shy peck on the lips and then drew back with a momentary fear in her eyes that fled the moment she lay her head back down.



Mistress Amanda held her in her arms for a while longer and then said, “But you still owe me an orgasm my girl.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace said with a catch in her voice, “I guess I do. How is that going to happen?”



Mistress Amanda said a word and Grace fell into a deep trance. She woke what seemed like moments later and Mistress Amanda said to her, “you will masturbate yourself to an orgasm for me while I watch my girl. I had thought of getting the slut do to it, but I don’t think you could stand to be touched, even by your twin.”



“You may be right Mistress. but I have never made myself cum before.”



“There is a first time for everything my girl,” Mistress Amanda smiled down at her.



“Will You hold me like this while I do it Mistress?”



“Well my girl, I am not sure you are entirely ready for that either. But I promise you that and more will come.”



“Yes Mistress.”



Mistress Amanda untangled herself from Grace and moved away just a little, so that she lay on her side, near Grace, but not touching her. “you may begin my girl.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace replied meekly.



Mistress Amanda watched as Grace began doing the same things she had watched the slut do, her hands caressing, teasing, and arousing herself. little moans escaped her lips and her body trembled. She whimpered as the fear rose in her, but Mistress began talking softly to her as she had done before. This time without Mistress Amanda touching her, the words had a calming effect, and the fear subsided. After a few minutes only the moans of arousal remained. Her hands found her pussy and began doing things she had never done to herself before. She had seen the slut do it a lot though and knew how to please herself.



Mistress Amanda watched her with pride at her girls bravery and efforts to please her Mistress. She watched as Grace’s fingers dove into her pussy and she began fucking herself with the fingers of one hand while the fingers of the other caressing her clitoris gently, slowly increasing her speed until soon she was fucking herself furiously.



Suddenly she was coming and the release was something she had never before experienced. She screamed in ecstasy. “Don’t stop my girl, keep going.” Mistress Amanda ordered in a voice that would brook no disobedience. Grace didn’t stop, she kept fucking herself with her fingers, and she kept rubbing her clit furiously with her other hand. She climaxed again, and again, and again. She began to become completely overwhelmed with the feelings and finally Mistress Amanda said “Good girl. Very good, you can stop now. I am proud of you my girl.”



Grace stopped and sighed heavily and tears began streaming from her eyes and she sobbed quietly. Mistress Amanda moved to her and held her, her naked body touching her girls without causing any flinching or trembling. Grace turned her head into Mistress Amanda’s shoulder and sobbed, her tears wetting her Mistress’ shoulder.



Mistress Amanda held her and comforted her and whispered encouraging and calming things in her ear. Grace moved slightly and wrapped both of her arms around her Mistress’ neck and continued sobbing into her shoulder.



Mistress Amanda let her cry. She understood her pain at least on a sympathetic level. But inside she was singing. Her girl had made a significant step. Her plan was working. Grace would heal.



After a while Grace’s tears stopped and she pulled back from her Mistress. “I’m sorry Mistress, I don’t know what came over me.”



“Its ok my girl. Ones first orgasm can be powerful.”



“It was amazing Mistress, I’ve never felt that before. Look at all the time I’ve wasted, I could have done that thousands of times in my life.”



“There are thousands of times to come my girl,” Mistress Amanda said.



Grace laughed at the double entendre. “True Mistress.”



“So what is next?” Grace asked.



“Are you in a hurry my girl?”



“Yes Mistress, I want to love you.”



“As I want you to love me my girl, and as I want to love you back.”



“Then, can we please get to what comes next?”



“Are you thirsty my girl?”



“Now that I think about it, yes Mistress.”



“Then go get us both a drink. I find I am thirsty as well.”



“Yes Mistress,” she said, getting up and leaving the room, walking easily in the sluts heels without even noticing them.



She returned a few minutes later with vodka and orange juice with a splash of grenadine as usual, and served one to her Mistress before taking her own.



“I am very proud of you my girl,” Mistress Amanda said as they drank sitting side by side on the edge of the bed. “I’m glad Mistress, I’m so slow at this. I feel like I should be able to be with you now.”



“Well, my girl, things are what they are, and this will take the time it takes. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, let me do that.”



“Of course Mistress,” Grace smiled.



When Grace was halfway done her drink Mistress Amanda said, “Give me that for a moment my girl.”



Grace handed her the drink and she put something in it again. “Drink up,” she said and smiled.



Grace did, tipping it up and swallowing over and over until the glass was empty.



“Now lay with me while we wait for it to take effect,” Mistress Amanda said and Grace smiled.



They lay together for about twenty minutes, Grace feeling secure and safe and loved in her Mistress’ arms. Finally she said, “I’m feeling light headed and floaty Mistress.



“Good.” Mistress Amanda said letting go of her girl. “Now lay back.”



Grace complied and Mistress Amanda said a word. Grace fell into a deep trance. After a while she dreamed.



Grace and the slut knelt at Mistress Amanda’s feet. Each took one of Her feet in their hands and kissed and licked and fondled it. They licked and nibbled her toes and Mistress said encouraging things to them. How long they remained like that Grace didn’t know. But after a while Mistress Amanda put her feet on the floor and spoke.



“Alright my girls, its time for a bit of fun. Grace, you’ve made the slut cum, now its her turn to make you cum.”



Grace became apprehensive but said “Yes Mistress,” and the slut looked up at her and smiled with a devilish look in her eyes. “Yes Mistress,” she said happily.



Grace was nervous, but she lay down on the bed as her Mistress wished. she lay there quietly as the slut knelt over her and began caressing her. She was nervous, but she trembled only slightly. The slut caressed her belly, touching her with both her hands, moving them in circles and getting closer and closer to her breasts on the one end, and pussy on the other. Grace trembled but Mistress began saying encouraging things in a quiet but comforting voice. She tried to relax as the slut caressed her breasts. The slut giggled as Grace cried out when the slut pinched both her nipples and then went back to caressing.



Graces body was on fire. The sluts hands were almost as exciting as her Mistress’ hands. They trailed passion and need in their wake.



When the sluts hands went to Grace’s pussy Grace froze and flinched, but Mistress Amanda continued saying words of encouragement. She relaxed ever so slightly and only flinched slightly when the sluts fingers penetrated her wet pussy. She looked up at the sluts beautiful face, her painted lips smiling as she gave Grace pleasure, her powdered lids half closed as she focused on Grace’s need.



Grace’s arousal mounted and her hips started moving, trying to impale herself on the sluts fingers. But the slut pulled away, teasing her, and then she plunged them deep into her. Grace moaned and her hands moved as if to stop the slut, but Mistress Amanda’s voice cracked, whip-like, “Stop Grace, put your hands to your sides.”



Grace obeyed, feeling dismayed that her Mistress had had to speak to her like that. She was very much afraid that she had disappointed her. Mistress continued speaking words of soft encouragement and love and reassurance.



Grace moaned again as the slut grabbed the vibrator and turned it on and penetrated her with it. The slut fucked her with the vibrator and she got nearer and nearer the edge. She remembered her orgasm from before and she felt a great anticipation. She moaned and tossed her head from side to side. Her hands clenched at her sides but did not move.

The slut fucked her soaking wet pussy furiously with the vibrating toy and soon Grace exploded in a deep orgasm that shook her and made her scream with the release. Mistress Amanda said “don’t stop slut”



The slut laughed and said, “yes Mistress,” and continued pounding Grace’s pussy with the vibrator, one hand moving to Grace’s clit and rubbing it gently sending Grace into the throws of another orgasm before the first was even finished.



She came four times before Mistress Amanda signaled that the slut should stop. Grace lay on the bed breathing heavily drenched in sweat and reeking of sex.



“Good girl my Grace. You have done well.”



“Thank you Mistress,” she replied.



“Now wake up my girl.”



Grace opened her eyes and looked up at Mistress Amanda leaning over her. “That was wonderful Mistress Thank you.”



“I am sure it was my girl. And you did wonderfully.”



“Did I Mistress?”



“Yes my girl you did. And I enjoyed watching you be made to cum very much. So I’m going to arrange to see that quite often.”



“How so Mistress?”



“You and the slut are going to take turns my girl. You will make the slut cum, and then she will make you cum.”



Grace’s heart raced. “Yes Mistress,” she blushed crimson and looked down.



“You’re so pretty when you blush my girl,” Mistress Amanda said which only made Grace blush more.



Mistress Amanda laughed.



“Alright my girl relax,” She said.



Grace lay back on the bed and Mistress Amanda said a word and Grace fell into a deep trance.



When she woke she felt wonderfully refreshed and energized, and even aroused. She blushed when she realized how aroused she was.



“How do you feel my girl?”



“I feel great Mistress,” she said, and quietly added, “and aroused.”



“Good. That is something you should get used to my girl. I like that in my slave.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace blushed again.



“Now what about supper my girl?”



Grace looked at the clock and saw it was past 7pm. “It seems like it was early afternoon just a few minutes go Mistress.”



“Yes my girl, I’ve had you under a lot today. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. Just fix us some supper. I’m hungry. And fix us a couple of drinks before you get started please, I’m thirsty too.”



“Of course Mistress,”



They went into the kitchen and Grace got her Mistress a drink and then began working on the meal. The heels didn’t bother her at all and she didn’t even notice the clothing she wore. to her, it was all the sluts outfit and she thought she was simply naked.



It didn’t take long to get supper done. She used the microwave to cheat and served her Mistress and knelt beside her with her own plate sitting on a chair.



“I feel different Mistress,” she confessed, turning red.



“I know my girl.”



“What is it Mistress?”



“You are simply feeling those things that you have never allowed yourself to feel on a conscious level my girl. Don’t worry about it. It will become commonplace before long.”



“Yes Mistress.”



They talked of inconsequentials as they ate. Grace said she had to go out the next day for groceries and other supplies. Mistress Amanda said, “Ok my girl. I have to go home tomorrow. Well, work first, then home. I have a few things to do but I will come back in a couple of days.”



“I will miss you Mistress.”



“As I will miss you my girl. But we do have tonight. And I plan on watching you and the slut come many times tonight.”



Grace blushed yet again.



When the meal was done Grace refreshed their drinks and they returned to the bedroom. “Alright my girl, get the slut into position. Its your turn to make her cum.”



Grace lay on the bed and looked up, her eyes glued to the mirror and her perspective changed. She looked down on the slut who was waiting eagerly to be made to cum. The sluts arms were at her sides unmoving. Grace reached down with her own and began working on her.



It didn’t take long before she made the slut cry out with her orgasm. “That was easy my girl,” Mistress Amanda said.



“Yes Mistress, the slut was very aroused already.”



“I am sure she was. How about you my girl?”



“Oh I am also very aroused Mistress, watching the slut cum only made it worse.”



“Good. Time to switch.”



Grace moved and suddenly she was looking up at the slut smiling down at her. Her own arms were at her sides and she had no power to move them. But the slut reached down with hers and began caressing her.



While Grace saw things as if there were two people on the bed, Mistress Amanda saw the truth. Grace’s own hands were doing the real work. What Grace was seeing she knew, was a figment of her imagination created with posthypnotic suggestions.



“I want you to describe what the slut is doing to you at all times my girl.”



“Yes Mistress,”



Grace began a steady stream of commentary. “She is caressing my belly Mistress, it feels good. She is touching my breasts, ouch she pinched my nipples, that hurt. She is touching my pussy Mistress, now she’s got her fingers inside me and she’s fucking me with them. She picked up the vibrator Mistress and she is fucking me with it, oooo it feels soooo good,” Graces voice was interspersed with moans and whimpers. Mistress Amanda watched the girl fuck herself with the vibrator while giving her a running commentary.



She knew that giving the girl an outlet to experience this arousal such as the slut, had created a situation that would eventually lead to acceptance of her own need. Grace was seeing what she desired in “another” and desired it for herself. She had been feeling all of this on another level and it was making the need strong within her. Strong enough to overcome her fears. She smiled hungrily as she watched the vibrator move to Grace’s ass.



“Oh Mistress, she’s sticking the vibrator in my ass, oh please make her stop,” Grace cried out, but though she sounded a bit panicked, there was no trembling or shaking such as she had previously displayed.



Mistress Amanda replied, “No my girl. I want my girl and my slut to be used to the use of all their orifices. I myself will be fucking your ass with my strap on or sticking things inside both your holes, whenever I wish. So get used to it.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace moaned as it penetrated her until it was buried inside her. Mistress Amanda tossed another vibrator out of her bag onto the bed and watched Grace pick it up and insert it into her pussy.



“Oh she is fucking both my holes Mistress, I’m going to cumm” and then she came in a powerful orgasm.



“Would you like a drink my girl?”



“Yes please Mistress,”



“Then go get us each one. And you can fix the sluts makeup while you’re at it.”



“Yes Mistress.”



She returned a few minutes later with fresh drinks and fresh makeup. “The slut looks much better my girl. you could stand to take a lesson from her.”



“Yes Mistress,” she said and blushed.



“Tomorrow when you go out for your grocery shopping my girl, I would like you to wear some makeup. It doesn’t have to be quite as heavy as the slut wears, but I want at least some eyeshadow, mascara and a light coloured lipstick.”



“Yes Mistress,” she replied looking down at the floor as she sat on the bed sipping her drink.



When Grace was done her drink Mistress Amanda had her and the slut continue their fun. Every time Grace came, she would have her get them each a drink. She knew all that talking was hard on the throat. Eventually she declared that it was time for bed. Grace looked at the clock and was amazed that it was midnight. “The time passed so quickly Mistress.”



“Time flies when you’re having fun my girl. Now get the slut undressed and lets get to bed.”



Mistress Amanda lay down and got under the covers as Grace undressed. Grace crawled in with her and Mistress Amanda held perfectly still as Grace snuggled up next to her, her knee thrown over her legs and her arm draped across her chest and her head laying on her shoulder. She smiled and kissed her girl good night. There was no flinching so she decided to see if she could get anything more out of her. She leaned close and kissed Grace’s lips and nibbled them. At first Grace responded well. She opened her lips and returned the kiss but as Mistress Amanda put her free hand on Grace’s naked hip Grace flinched and then froze and began to tremble. She was not ready yet. But Mistress Amanda knew it would be soon.



Mistress Amanda calmed Grace with a soft voice and gentle words and she lay back to sleep. Grace snuggled close and it wasn’t long before they slept.



In the morning Mistress Amanda kissed her girl on the forehead to wake her. Grace looked up at her and smiled. “Would You like breakfast Mistress?”



She looked at the clock and said, “Sorry my girl, I don’t have time. I’ll stop at a drive-thru on the way to work. But you should eat something after I leave.”



“Of course Mistress. Do you have time for coffee?”



“I’ll make time for coffee my girl. Please hurry.”



A few minutes later Grace returned to find Mistress Amanda dressed as a professional. She looked dapper and confident in her grey skirt and white blouse with blazer. She had on neutral coloured nylons and low heeled black shoes.



“You look great Mistress,” she said as she served her the coffee.”



“Thank you my girl, I would prefer to wear something a little more casual but I have meetings today with professionals who would be insecure if they saw me that way.”



“Awwww,” Grace sympathized.



“I want you to be a good girl until I come back my girl.”



“Yes Mistress.”



“Make sure to spend a lot of time in bed playing with the slut. She will help free you.”



Grace blushed, “Yes Mistress,” she said in a quiet voice.



“Ok my girl, I am leaving. You may kiss my feet before I go.”



Grace knelt and kissed Mistress Amanda’s feet at the toe of Her shoes several times on each foot. Then Mistress Amanda grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her to her feet and kissed her hard and passionately. Grace flinched but couldn’t pull back. Though she shook and trembled she tried to return her Mistress’ kiss.



Mistress Amanda pushed into Grace’s mouth with her tongue and mouth raped her, exploring every part of her mouth. Grace whimpered and tried to pull away again but Mistress Amanda held a firm grip on her hair and she was completely powerless to do so. Her tongue explored Grace’s mouth tasting her tongue and then she pulled back and kissed her gently on the lips.
“I’m sorry to make you afraid my girl, but I am getting impatient and I want my girl.”



Grace blushed, “Its ok Mistress, I can’t wait till you can have me.”



“I know my girl. I am not often so impatient, but you are very attractive. There is so much I want to do to you, and with you, and the waiting is getting hard on my nerves.”



“Me too Mistress.”



“Be good, I’ll see you in two days my girl.”



“Yes Mistress. I love you.”



“As I love you my girl.”



And then she left.



The next two days were fun for Grace. She put on some light makeup as directed and took the bus downtown and did her grocery shopping. People definitely noticed her and though part of her liked it, part of her was apprehensive. But no one acted in a way they shouldn’t so she relaxed after a while and was smiling on the way home.



Once home she put away the groceries and got herself a soft drink and then found her feet leading her to the bedroom. Seemingly without a will of her own she sat herself on the bed and stripped off her clothes. she took a few more sips of her drink and then found herself lying on her back and suddenly the slut was playing with her again. When the slut made her cum, they “switched” places and she did the same for her.



That was how she spent the next two days. She and the slut were both sore, but very horny. They stopped only for meal times and sleep. At night she put on a CD that Mistress Amanda had left for her and her dreams involved Mistress doing wonderfully arousing things to her. She woke in the morning and ate and showered and cleaned up, and then began it all again.



Two days later the slut was about to make her cum when she heard her doorbell ring. she moaned her disappointment, but got up immediately and threw a robe over her to answer the door. She was very excited as she had missed her Mistress greatly and could hardly contain her excitement.



She opened the door and her breath caught in her chest. Mistress Amanda stood there in a tight leather skirt just above the knee, a leather sleeveless top, black strappy heels and a leather jacket slung over her shoulder. Grace stood there gawking at her beautiful Mistress until She finally said, “Well my girl, are you going to stare all day or will you move so I can come in?” but she was smiling as she said it so Grace knew she wasn’t unhappy with her reaction.



Grace swallowed heavily and moved aside and shut the door behind her Mistress after she came in. She knelt at her Mistress’ feet and kissed Her black nylon encased feet in their strappy heels. “Good girl, now get up I want to kiss you,” She ordered.



Grace got up and Mistress Amanda grabbed a handful of her hair and as She had done before kissed her deeply and passionately. While she kissed her girl, her free hand pushed the robe off of Grace’s shoulders revealing the sluts usual attire underneath it.



Grace trembled only a little as her Mistress’ hand held her by her hip as she kissed her. Mistress’ free hand roamed Grace’s body touching her in her secret places, the places that aroused her the most. When Grace began trembling more severely Mistress Amanda pulled her hand away and released her from the kiss.



“Much improved my girl. you are almost there.”



“Oh Mistress that makes me so happy. I did really miss you.”



“I know my girl. as I missed you. But I am here now and we have a couple of days together again before I have to return to work. And I am hoping that you will be able to go with me.”



“Go to your work with you Mistress?”



“Yes my girl. I have plans for you to return to the work place under my supervision. My office isn’t huge, but my clinic has a few psychiatrists and psychologists and aids and such. I think you would make a great receptionist.”



Grace looked uncertain, “but I have not been able to work Mistress. The doctors said I might never be able to as I had post traumatic stress syndrome from my experiences.”



“I know my girl, but I am confident.” She smiled.



“Yes Mistress.”



“Now, I’m hungry my girl. I came straight here from work.”



“I will fix you something Mistress.”



“Good girl.”



As Grace made supper for them Mistress Amanda asked all about her two days. Grace told Her all she had done, all she had felt, and even that she had been on the edge of an orgasm when the bell had rung.



“Very good,” Mistress Amanda said when Grace finished. “I am not surprised you are making such progress. It wont’ be long before I can do anything I want to you without you feeling such terror. At least, not because of my touch.”



Grace giggled nervously and blushed.



They ate and talked of Mistress Amanda’s plan to bring her into the workforce. Grace began to hope for more than just sexual freedom.



Then dinner was done and Grace cleaned up while Mistress Amanda sat and sipped at a drink. When Grace was finished Mistress Amanda took her hand and led her to the bedroom.



“Ok my girl, bed.” She said shortly.



Grace complied.



“Now my girl,” She said as Grace looked at Her. “I believe you are ready for the next step.”



“Yes Mistress.”



“Now I’m going to put you under again,” She said and Grace nodded.



Then She said a word and Grace fell into a deep trance.



Mistress Amanda asked all the same questions She had asked previously, and the answers were very much the same. Then She asked, “Do you trust the slut my girl?”



“Yes Mistress, she wouldn’t hurt me.”



“How do you know?”



“I don’t know Mistress, she is just a lovely woman and I know she wouldn’t.”



“Well, you are right. Do you love her?”



“Yes Mistress.”



“I thought so. So here is what is going to happen….”



And though Grace forgot her words as soon as she said them, she listened intently.



Later they all sat in the living room. Mistress sat on the couch and Grace and the slut knelt at her feet kissing and nibbling her feet and toes. “How are you feeling my girls?” She asked.



“Good Mistress,” they replied in chorus.



“Alright lets go to the bedroom.” And She led them to the bed.



“Grace, sit at the computer and watch us.” She ordered.



Grace did, and Mistress took the slut in her arms and kissed her. The slut responded passionately with no fear, no panic, only passionate response. Mistress lay her down on the bed and lay beside her. Her hand went to the sluts belly and the moment She touched it the sluts back arched in response bringing her belly closer, responding to her touch as if a puppet on strings. Every place Mistress Amanda touched her, she responded with desire and need, as if the only thing the sluts body wished was to be closer to her Mistress.



Grace felt pangs of jealousy then. Her Mistress was having a lovely time with the slut, and there she was sitting on the sidelines. She wished very much to be in the sluts place.



When Mistress Amanda touched the sluts pussy the sluts legs opened wide as if by reflex to give her easy access and to open her secrets to her. Grace watched for an hour or so as Mistress Amanda played the slut like an instrument, bringing her to the edge of orgasm, then letting her fall back, then bringing her back once again. Grace’s eyes began to tear up. This is what she wished for herself. She wished Mistress could touch her like that. Could play her body like that. But at the same time she was becoming very aroused. The sluts responses to her Mistress were very arousing. Her pussy began to leak and her leather chair became slippery as she fidgeted with her need.



Finally Mistress Amanda let the slut cum. She leaned down and said softly into the sluts ear as her hand fucked the sluts pussy, “Cum my slut, Cum now,” and the slut screamed with the release and her body shook and trembled.



When it was over the slut lay there with a cheshire smile on her face looking up lovingly at her Mistress.



Mistress Amanda smiled down at her and then looked over at Grace, “Don’t you wish that could have been you my girl?”



“Yes Mistress, very much so.”



“As do I my girl. There is a way.”



“There is, Mistress?”



“Yes my girl. Come here.”



Grace lay on the bed, “Now make love to the slut. Give and take pleasure with her and from her. After you have shared an orgasm, I will tell you what is the next step. It will be a big one so prepare yourself.”



“Yes Mistress,” Grace said quietly as she leaned down and kissed the slut.



The sluts mouth opened to meet hers and their tongues touched and danced together. Grace was content with this for a time, but the slut had other ideas. She embraced Grace and rolled them over so that it was the slut learning over her. The sluts hands reached for Graces breast and fondled and caressed first one, then the other. Grace did the same, cupping the sluts hanging globes in her hands and caressing them lightly with her fingers. Grace was just getting used to the touch of the sluts hands on her breasts when the slut lightly trailed her fingers down her belly and found her pussy. Grace was already wet. inspired and aroused, she reached for the sluts pussy and her fingers found a similar wetness there. It wasn’t long before they each had their fingers buried in each others pussies as far as they would go.



Grace wanted to taste her so she moved down and slid beneath and between the sluts legs and she started licking. The slut tasted musky with an astringent aftertaste. Grace devoured her pussy. In moments the slut was doing the same. they lay together in a sixty-nine and in moments they were cumming.



They sat up and knelt facing each other and Mistress Amanda got onto the bed and hugged them both close.

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