I watched out my front window when the Lacombe family
moved into the house across the street. I guessed he was
thirty or a bit more, He appeared very much the rising
member of management of whatever company he worked for.
He drove a Volvo.
She looked about a year or two less than thirty. They
had two boys just old enough to go to school. She was a
cute petite ginger haired doll with a decent figure and
stood about five foot four give or take.
About an hour after they arrived, the moving van showed
up. Shortly afterward another car came with whom I
assumed was her younger sister, who took care of the
boys in the backyard while he and she gave directions
for the furniture to the movers.
I could tell she was sweet by her actions and her
smiles. And thoughtful as well; she had fresh lemonade
made for the movers. I made a decision on the spot. I
made a pot of spaghetti and meatballs plus some toasted
garlic bread.
When I saw the movers pack up their furniture pads and
those things they use to carry heavy furniture. I was
ready. As the truck pulled away, I went over to
introduce myself and welcome them to the neighborhood.
After we exchanged names � they were Henry and Valerie
(Call me Val) and the kids were Timmy and Tommy. Oy vay!
They agreed to come over to my home for dinner. Over the
meal I told them I was in the process of getting a
divorce and was waiting for the lawyers to negotiate how
much I was to get and that I did not work except to do
some writing of romance novels with some minor success.
That seemed to impress Valerie and I promised to give
her a couple.
I stayed out of their way the next few days unless they
needed directions or help. After the boys began school,
I suggested that Valerie could join the same gym I did
and we could work out together. I already knew from her
demeanor that she was likely to go along with my
suggestions.
After the boys left for school on the bus, I’d drive us
to the Gym every morning before I’d work on my stories.
She’d be on one elliptical and I’d be on the next one.
Afterwards, in the locker room, I noticed that she would
always watch me in the shower. I would watch her also.
After a week of going to the Gym together we became
great friends. Sometimes we stopped someplace to get a
coffee and split a bagel or we stopped at one of our
homes.
Some afternoons we would go shopping together. Not just
groceries but for clothes and things. Bit by bit, I led
her to wear more sensual clothes, nothing revealing, but
showing more flesh and snugger sizes.
Wednesday of our second week of exercises together,
Valerie complained about her muscles aching. I suggest
that she come home with me and let me give her a warm
oil massage. I told her how good I was at massaging
muscles and weariness.
I got a tired smile from her. I gave her my brightest
smile. She looked at her watch before she agreed. I
parked in my driveway. She followed me into my home. “Go
straight into my bedroom, I need to pick up a couple of
things.”
I stopped at the linen closet and got our largest towel,
two smaller ones. Then I made a quick stop in the
bathroom for a warm, wet wash cloth and the bottle of
warm rubbing oil. Val was almost naked. She still had
her panties on. In a firm voice, I said, “Take off all
your clothes and lie down on this towel on your tummy.
She looked doubtful, but did as I said. I put one small
towel over her cute little tight ass before I turned on
some soft music and lit three aroma therapeutic candles.
With the blinds closed, I took off my clothes. Nervously
she said, “Umm, why are you taking off your clothes?”
“Relax honey. It’s more comfortable this way. Besides I
don’t need to get any oil on my clothes either. Now, put
your arms out away from your body and spread your legs a
little bit. Relax and let the hurt drift away.”
I climbed onto the bed and straddled her. As a first
step, I used both thumbs to press alongside her
backbone, then up to her neck. I did that up and down a
couple of times, then used my fingers on her neck and
shoulders, feeling for small stress points.
Satisfied, I slapped my hands together and rubbed them
hard and fast to build up some heat. Pouring the oil in
both palms, I spread it over her shoulders to below the
blades. I didn’t really massage as much as I rubbed the
oil into her flesh. I did each arm from the shoulders to
the finger tips, each finger separately.
My hands and fingers worked their way down her back in
small circles. Upon reaching her buttocks, I removed the
towel to drizzle oil on her cheeks and into the crack.
The rub continued down her thighs, to her feet and each
toe. This took about forty minutes.
I flipped her over onto her back, spread her legs
further and retraced my path on the front and inner
sides of her legs to her Vee. The tension was visually
disappearing from her body. She was humming tunelessly
sprinkled with soft sighs. Her eyes were closed and her
lips wore a smile.
I moved to her shoulders and began to work down her
torso, giving her Navel Orange sized breasts extra
attention. Her areolas were adorably puffy and the
nipples were engorged. She whispered, “Mmm, that feels
so nice. I’m so glad I came.”
My hands rubbed circles over her tummy, around her belly
button and to her mound. It was lightly covered with
fiery red curls. Her body jerked a little as I rubbed
over the mound and onto her lips. I concentrated on them
until they began to unfold.
I was surprised at the size of her clit as it slowly
slid out from under its hood. I washed the oil off my
hands with the wash cloth to begin a gentle caress of
her sex from the hood to her anus. I leaned closer and
sent warm, wet breaths against her sex. Her hips began a
slight wriggle in time with my caresses.
In slow steps, I lightly teased her clit with one finger
while with one finger on my other hand I caressed a bit
more firmly around her urethra and entrance. I couldn’t
but help admiring how prettily pink she was to start but
was now becoming darker as blood rushed to her vulva to
ignite her nerve endings.
I slowly pushed a finger into her vagina. She said, “Oh,
nice. Yes, please do that.”
Her hips
pushed back against my fingers and she began to
sing. “Umm unf, umm, ooh, unf… Coming, unf, yeah, I’m
gonna come… Umm unf… Oh god!”
She shrieked and her body stiffened while tremors ran
through her tummy and her legs shook. Then she exhaled
loudly and collapsed. I wondered if she knows how loudly
she is when she climaxes.
I crawled off the bed to get a light blanket off the
trunk at the foot of the bed and covered her. I bent
down to kiss her and she threw her arms around me,
pulled me tight against her and returned my kisses with
passion. I disengaged her arms, kissed her forehead and
said, “Rest sweetie.”
I put on my dressing gown, blew out two of the candles
and slipped out of the room to go to the kitchen to get
a glass of wine. I had to process what happened, how
that quiet little girl became so passionate and loud. I
knew I liked it and began to think in terms of a
possible stronger relationship.
***
That was the beginning. Over the next couple of weeks, I
extended my control over my pretty lover. Valerie had
lightly resisted at first, but in slow steps, my
charisma overwhelmed the younger woman and she became
more submissive with me. Bit by bit I continued to
change the clothing styles she wore when we were
together.
She became impatience to get to my bed after mornings at
the gym. She covered me with kisses when she came over
in the morning after the kids were on the bus. More
kisses followed while we were in the showers after our
workout. She let me fondle her, but I would not let her
reciprocate except for kisses.
I increased how I touched her, with firm love pats on
her ass, caresses of her thighs in the car and quick
rubs of her pussy. I told her to lean towards me so that
I could play with a nipple. She was quick to obey each
step.
Two weeks after the first massage, I stepped up my
efforts. I had already begun to wear opaque nylon
tights, rose colored, black, white or pale blue. At my
place I wore a strict expression to cover up how much I
took notice of how she enjoyed this next step.
I had her pour us each a glass of wine. After a sip I
instructed Val to make love to my feet through my hose.
My panties dampened from her efforts. She did so with
passion. After a few minute, I pulled her onto my lap.
“That was very good, Valerie sweetie.”
With a shy smile, she said, “I can’t believe the things
you make me do but I love it all.”
I knew that Val discovered a new passion in her
submission to me. I think
she began to look forward to
my orders.
“Valerie, darling, I want you to kneel naked on the
floor.” I put a thin white leather collar around her
neck. “That is an indication of my love and affection
towards you. Now put your hands on the floor behind you
and lean on them while lifting your ass off the floor a
couple of inches. This is called the display position. I
want you to take this position whenever I say ‘Display
yourself.'”
She immediately took up the position. Her small breasts
were thrust outward, her areolas began to darken and
puff out. Her nipples peaked nicely. I bent down to lick
each one before I gave them a pinch. She moaned as her
eyes watered, but she smiled.
“Oh my lord, you have no idea how beautiful you are
right now. I wonder how long you could hold that
position for me.”
After a dozen minutes, I saw the strain in her face and
her arms and calves began to quiver. “You did wonderful.
You may get up now and kiss me.”
If I had any doubts before, I knew I owned her now. We
spent the next week testing her. I had her wear ever
more revealing clothes. She was not allowed to wear a
bra or panties, even when I insisted she wear a short
skirt and a short top. I would ask to come over in the
evenings when her husband was home. I waited in my
panties and a blouse for her to arrive.
She would come right over. She came in to stand before
me and lift up her skirt to show no panties then pull up
her top to show she was braless. Then I would send her
to get us a glass of wine.
She come back with the glasses and prepared to sit in my
lap, but paused so I could lift up her skirt. After a
sip or two of wine I would pull up her top to bare her
breasts so I could touch her. Just a little bit, here
and there. Each day, my touches would linger more and
become a bit firmer.
She was interested in everything I did to her, confused
often, but excitedly interested. I found ways to reward
her ‘good behavior.’ She wouldn’t get a flash of my
pussy unless she did just the right things. If she
didn’t promptly do what I wanted, I would ignore her and
her kisses. I make her get on the floor in the display
position, but I wouldn’t look.
Or I would not invite her over in the evenings and would
drive her mad by pretending I had appointment after
morning gym time. After a week, she broke down and
begged me to let her come in after gym.
She cried and said, “I can’t stop thinking about you. I
miss your touches and kisses so bad.”
“If that’s so, Valerie, show me your cunt.”
She immediately lifted up her skirt. “I’m not wearing a
bra either. Shall I get you a glass of wine?”
“Not interested.” I smirked and went into the kitchen.
She waited then followed me. “Deena, what do you want
from me. Just tell me.”
I looked her up and down. “Get naked.”
She rushed to pull off the skirt and top and toed off
her sandals.
“Now slowly turn around and show yourself to me.”
She did as I ordered. I wanted to emphasize her
obedience to my desires by small repetitions. In
succession I ordered her pick up her clothes and put
them in the living room; pour us some wine; sit in the
opposite chair and play with her tits.
I smiled in triumph and was ready for the next stop. “I
want us to make love. I want to fuck you. Are you ready
for that?”
She became visibly disheartened and weepily said, “I’ve
never been with a women like that. I don’t know how to
make love with you. How can you fuck me?”
“I will teach you. Men don’t know how to fuck a woman
properly. I intend to fuck you like you’ve never
experienced before.”
She began to shed tears. “I can’t. I think I better go
home.”
***
The rest of the week she didn’t go to the gym. But I
ensured she would see me go out in the evenings while I
wore sexy outfits. Next Monday, after her boys were put
on the school bus, she came over in her prescribed
outfit and knocked on the door. I let her in.
She immediate stripped down and began to beg me. “Please
teach me what you want. I need you. I promise to do what
you tell me.”
“Is that so Val? I hope you mean it because there are no
more second chances.” She was nodding her head like one
of those bobble head dolls. “Maybe there is hope for you
yet. Have you ever eaten at the Y?”
She had no idea what I meant. “Do you mean the YWCA down
town?”
“Lie down on the floor and spread your legs.” She
quickly did it. “Look at yourself. Do you see the Y?
She looked and looked. It was like the light bulb lit
up. “You mean I should lick your pussy?”
“And I shall lick yours. Come with me.”
I stripped down, went into my dresser and pulled out my
harness and a vibrating dildo. “Val, meet your new
lover. Shall we call him superman? Sit on the edge of
the bed.”
I loved the look that spread across Val’s face. It was
of equal parts of unbelief, anxiety, and desire. But she
knew that she was actually going to do whatever I said
or we would be through. I knew she was my complete
submissive lover. I made sure that she would wear that
face frequently the next couple of months.
I tightened the harness around my hips and set the seven
inch purple dildo in the harness before I came up close
to her. “Open your mouth, sweetie. I’m sure you gave
your husband if not others a blow job. Now you will give
me one. Make sure you get it well covered with saliva so
it’ll be good and slippery when I fuck you.”
She smiled weakly at me, with The Look, before she bent
to her task. I was impressed she took the full seven
inches into her throat. “Now, get up on the bed on your
knees with your head and titties also on the bed like my
good girl.”
I was going to rub her to get her lube flowing, but she
already was sloppy wet. I hunched up behind her and slid
my plastic cock into her vagina. She took it like she
was used to its size. I began to wonder how big Henry
was. Or maybe she wasn’t as pure as she gives out.
As I thrusted deep and shallow, she soon matched my
rhythm as I tried to go deeper. She must have wanted
this a lot, because in seconds her song began. In two
minutes she orgasmed and she didn’t stop. She had one
after the other, squealing louder each time. I finally
pulled
out of her just to quiet her down.
She flopped down on her back and grinned at me. “You
were right Mistress Deena. I feel properly and happily
fucked. I am completely yours to order about. What shall
we do now?”
Why should I stop now? “I would like you to lick me to
an orgasm.”
She sprang up to help remove the harness and pulled down
my panties. She didn’t wait for me to lie down but
pushed her mouth right to my pussy and began to lap like
there would be no tomorrow. I manage to fall back enough
to get out from under my legs. She never stopped licking
me the whole time.
I started to reach my peak. I’ve had Lesbian lovers
before, but sweet little Valerie was the best cunt
licker ever. I felt like I climaxed before I was ready.
It didn’t matter as she kept on licking my clit and slid
three fingers in my vagina. I came about as often as she
did until I found the strength to push her away.
I flopped on my bed and pillow. She was right there with
me, her face was covered in my juices and she was
dripping on my tits as she began to give my nipple a
serious sucking. What have I created?
***
The rest of the week, including Saturday morning, she
would be at my house as soon as she could get away. She
would beg for me to fuck her, which I would do. Then she
would eat me to a series of orgasms. Sunday I didn’t see
her. It gave me a chance to prepare to take her to the
next steps of her submission.
I went to do a little shopping. First I went to my
favorite lingerie shop and bought her some items, then
went to a store that sold BDSM items and purchased some
other things. When I got home, I put the stuff away and
waited for the next day.
***
I heard the school bus stop and pick up her kids. A
minute later she was in my living room, clothes piled by
the door and kneeling in front of me. She smiled
lovingly and her eyes were bright. I smiled back and
handed her a box. “Open it, it’s for you.”
She hastily opened the box and lifted out the pink
leather collar. She had a puzzled in her face. “What is
this for Mistress?”
“Why, silly girl, you are to wear it when we are
together and any other time you wish.”
She turned in over and over and giggled when she saw
“Sweetie” imprinted on it in bold red. She smiled at me
again before she opened the clasp and put it around her
neck. I saw she had a problem fastening the clasp so I
bent down to help her. “You may make love to my foot in
appreciation.”
She bent too my feet to do what
I asked. She has become
quite effective at it. While she was busy with that I
reached behind the cushion and took out a large flat
box. “Sweetie, you can stop now. I have some other
things for you.”
Her eyes twinkled in expectation. I still find it hard
to believe how well trained she had become in so short a
time and I have yet a need to punish her since the week
of avoidance. She opened the box and held up the big
hole stretch transparent fishnet bustier with stretch
lace trim, front ribbon tie closure, attached garters
with adjustable straps and matching stockings � all in
virginal white. It left her equipment uncovered. “Put it
on and model it for me please.”
As I expected, it fit her perfectly and hid absolutely
none of her charms. I stood up from the couch and kissed
her. While she returned the kiss with passion, I clipped
the white leather leash to her collar.
What I always enjoy about Val is her reaction to each
new thing and action I introduced to her. She’d seemed
to be unaware of the existence of such new toys and each
surprised her. She looked at the leash that I held
before her and the expression on her face was once again
priceless. “I have to wear that?” her eyes said, in
disbelief.
I am quite used to this look on her face. The one that
says, “I can’t believe that I let you do these things to
me.”
It’s there quite often since she became my sweet subbie.
I sat down and spread my legs and gave a little tug on
the leash. She quickly knelt between my legs and I
sighed when I first felt her tongue in my pussy. But she
does what she’s told anyway. She’s a good girl. She
never says no, and takes everything I do to her. I can’t
wait to show her off.
After I came a couple of times, I said, “Go in the
bedroom and get your boyfriend ready.”
She trotted down the hall. By the time I got there, she
was licking and sucking on the new dildo in the harness.
I adored the way she looked in the bustier and stockings
with her swollen nipples pushing against the material.
I reached in with both hands to give the nipples a
little pinch and tug. She moaned in response. I waited.
She looked at my face and bounded off the bed to
carefully fit the harness on me, ensuring the straps
were just right.
Before she could get back on the bed, I stopped her and
said, “When you come, you get very noisy and we don’t
want the neighbors to hear you. So, I have this lovely
purple ball gag for you, sweetie.”
She didn’t object as I fastened it in her mouth. She
simply watched with those adoring eyes. When I nodded,
she crawled onto the bed and took her position. I
clambered behind, used a finger to test her wetness and
found she was dripping.
With a grip on her hips, I slowly slid my cock into her
until I felt it hit her cervix. I backed up a bit to
make sure not to injure her and began to pump away. She
began her noises right away, even her “uh, unf” sounds
were loud now despite the gag. I went for a new record
to give her seven orgasms before I pulled out.
She was happily exhausted as she rested in my arms after
I succeeded. After a few minutes she said, “It is so
amazing. My Henry never does that for me. I rarely even
have an orgasm because he is in such a hurry to finish.
I was warned that we would have sex less and less often
as the years went by, but now we’re down to two or three
times a month. I wonder if he fucks one of the young
girls at work.”
“But you have me now sweetie. I told you men don’t know
how to properly fuck a woman. When you feel rested
enough, we can sixty-nine. Would you like that?”
“Oh yes, very much my dearest Mistress. Anything you
wish is my desire.”
“Very good, for now I wish you would clean off your
boyfriend before you snuggle up to me and suck on my
nipples.
As she suckled on a nipple and I tugged on hers, I
thought to myself that I had plenty of wishes in my
mind. I would pop a new one every couple of days. Her
lessons have been coming along well. Not many weeks ago,
she acted in horror when I began her with pussy eating.
Now she dives in with relish and is one of the best I’ve
ever known.
When I had enough I ordered Val to make lunch and a
pitcher of iced tea. She could serve us out on the
patio. I wanted to test her reactions. Although she’d
been outside and shopping with me wearing just her
little skirt and bandeau, this time she would wear only
the bustier outfit with ballet slippers. I knew she’d be
nervous although we were only in my backyard.
When she brought everything out to the patio, I said, “I
am quite proud of you sweetie. You always do as you are
told. Earlier you said you’d do whatever I wished. Well,
I have a new wish. You are not allowed to relieve
yourself without my permission when we are together. Do
you understand?”
She turned red but said, “Yes, of course my Mistress.
Your wishes are my desires.”
We spent the next hour or so chatting about this and
that. I kept her glass filled with the tea. She began to
squirm in her seat until finally she said, “Mistress, I
have to go to the bathroom.”
“Why?”
I could see her thighs were pressed together as she
said, “I need to go.”
“What do you need to do there?”
“Her face was almost crimson. “My bladder is full.”
I could not help but tease her. “Do you mean that you
have to pee?”
“Yes please.”
“Then ask me if you may.”
“Mistress may I pee, please.”
“Of course you may, but do it over there in the grass.”
She looked where I was pointing and back at me in
shock.”
“Well, you better go before you pee all over my
furniture.”
I wished I had a movie camera. She had both hands
pressed on her pussy as she took mincing steps over to
where I pointed. When she reached a spot she turned to
be with pleading eyes.”
“Yes, you silly girl, do it right there, facing me. No
one can see but me.”
I had to admit to myself that it was cool in a kinky way
to see her squat down with her legs well apart as she
released a small flood. When she returned, I grabbed a
tissue, beckoned her to me and I wiped her pussy dry.
Then I went into the yard, lifted up my skirt and
relieved myself much as she had. I came back and said,
“That felt really
good, did you enjoy your pee?”
“Yes my mistress. Shall I clean you?”
“Please do but use your tongue.”
She briefly hesitated before she went to her knees and
began to lick my pussy in return. When done, she looked
up at me. I bent down to kiss her head and said, “Thank
you, sweetie; do you enjoy licking my pussy?”
“I do very much, my Mistress. I always want to give you
pleasure.”
“Would you lick someone else if I asked?”
“If it pleases you, I should. Do you have someone in
mind?”
“No, but I think we should go inside and practice our
sixty-nine.”
***
Thursday, after I fucked Val with her ‘boyfriend’ and
while we were resting in the usual manner, I said to
her, “Tell your husband that he needs to stay home and
babysit the boys tomorrow night so you can go out.”
“Uh huh. Ooh, pinch me harder please.” After she calmed
down she voiced her concern. “What do I tell him when he
asks where I’m going?”
“Tell him anything. Tell him you are looking for
something to do in the evenings without the boys hanging
on you. You’ll think of something. Just be here by
seven. Wear casual clothes when you leave your house.”
She arrived five minutes before seven, wearing a
colorful strapless summer dress. She lifted up the skirt
to show she wore no panties. I laughed. “That’s okay,
you can take it off. I want you to wear your white
bustier. Come with me. I have a cute silk skirt for you
to wear.”
She was adorable in this outfit. I pinched her nipples
so they stood out. She has rather large nipples and
puffy areolas that puffed up with the attention and
tented the bustier. Their darker colors were very
visible.
She went to the full three sided mirror to admire
herself with the silky skirt. She turned to me with a
question in her eyes. “Shouldn’t I wear a little jacket
or shawl to cover my titties?”
I shook my head and had her sit at my vanity so I could
apply makeup. I used a fire engine red lipstick, a bit
of blush on her high cheek bones, but spent the most
effort on her eyes. I did her eyelids, then used a
pencil to outline her eyes and extended their look in an
upward curve. I gave her thick lashes with special
mascara. She would attract attention anywhere we might
go.
We went directly into the garage so her husband wouldn’t
see how she was dressed. I headed out of town and down a
county road to an ancient bar, restaurant and inn. It
was a major lesbian hangout.
Inside there was a long, curved
bar, a number of small
round tables with chairs, an open area for dancing and a
small platform. It was fairly dark inside but not quite
as gloomy as the typical bar. The restaurant served
mainly light dishes mixed with burgers and fried
chicken. On the second floor there were eight or nine
private rooms.
I escorted her inside and found an empty table. An old
fashioned jukebox played music of all eras from the
forties to current hits. A few couples were on the dance
floor. Val looked all around with eyes like saucers then
turned to me and said, “There are no men here.”
I nodded. “Just behave and be your sweet self.”
A busty waitress came over to get our drink order. She
didn’t wear much more than Val. I ordered a Strawberry
Haze for each of us then led Val to the dance floor for
a slow dance. There was no question who would lead.
I pulled her in tight and pushed one leg between hers.
Val was practically riding my thigh. She alternately
sighed and moaned as my thigh rubbed her pussy. I had to
nearly carry her back to our table. She sat down,
grabbed her drink and knocked back half of it. I got the
waitresses attention and ordered two more.
Shortly afterward another slow song played. An older
woman came over to the table to ask Val for a dance. Val
flinched and pretended to be deaf. I was angry, pushed
my chair back from the table and said, “Get over here!”
She responded quickly, got up and was ready to sit in my
lap. “Uh uh, girl, not on my lap, lay across my lap � on
your belly. You just embarrassed me in front of
everyone. Now get over her and accept your punishment.”
Even in the dim light, I could see her blush. The
redness covered her face, neck and top of her chest. She
took tentative steps to me and lay over my knees. I
flipped up her silk skirt and spanked her, ten times on
each cheek. I didn’t hit her that hard, just enough so
her cheeks turned rosy.
She tried not to move or cry out, but I knew shed tears.
When I was done, I told her to stand up, go to the woman
and apologize then beg the woman to spank her. She stood
up, looked at me with pain in her eyes and went directly
to the woman.
“I’m sorry Ma’am. This is first time out with my
Mistress and I was confused. I would be pleased if you
still want to dance with me, but first you must spank me
for my bad behavior.”
The woman sat down and patted her thighs. To her credit,
Val directly lay across the lap and endured another
spanking. Her cheeks were almost as red as her lipstick.
Bravely she let the woman take her to the dance floor.
Meanwhile I poured most of my first drink into her
glass.
The dance over, I instructed her to drink up. “You’re
falling behind.” I pushed the full glass to her. “Ready,
set, bottoms up.”
She drank it empty. I kept pushing her to catch up. I
knew her bladder was filling up. After her third glass
she said, “I have to pee Mistress. Where’s the rest
room?”
“Excuse me. Where do you pee when you’re with me?”
She sounded downfallen. “Oh, I’m sorry. Will you come
with me please?”
I held her hand as we went outside. Not far behind us
were four other women who quietly followed us. We found
a bit of grass behind the building. She carefully lifted
her skirt and squatted. Then she saw the others come
closer to watch. It was too late, she had to go.
When she finished, she realized she forgot to bring a
napkin to wipe herself. However, one of the women came
to her and said she be glad to help her get cleaned up.
Val smiled shyly. “Thank you.”
To her surprise the woman picked her up and sat her down
on a garbage can, lifted up her skirt and bent in to
lick Val’s pussy. Val was too shocked to move or say a
word. The woman really worked her tongue on Val. I knew
Val was getting worked up.
Soon she began her “umm unf” song and in seconds she had
a noisy orgasm. So much had I sensitized her to climax
quickly. The woman pulled back and looked at her with a
huge grin. She bent in to kiss Val on the lips. Val
surprised me by kissing her back.
My little subbie amazed me. I took her back inside and
arranged for one of the rooms upstairs. The four women
followed us. Of course, it was all a set up. As soon as
the six of us were in the room, two of the women
undressed Val, not that there was that much to remove.
Two others made the bed more comfortable with a pile of
pillows.
Each of the women stripped down individually while the
other three kissed and caressed every part of Val’s
body. Meanwhile I stripped down and took the ‘boyfriend
out of my oversized purse and strapped it in place. I
covered it with lube and waited by the bed.
Two of the women helped Val onto the bed and into
position. The other two helped me get behind her. I
could feel Val’s excitement. It was palpable. Maybe
pheromones were heavy in the room. I fucked my sweetie
slow and easy. A woman was on each side of her played
with one of her nipples. She was noisier than ever. She
was fully aroused and the smell of her arousal filled
the room.
We set a new record of nine orgasms. When I pulled out,
the others kept her in place. One took off the harness
and put it on. I gave her the lube and she climbed on
board. Val accepted the ‘boyfriend’ and fucked back.
All five of us fucked her until she passed out. The
others got dressed, thanked me and left. I lay down next
to Val and drew her close. Even in her sleep, her mouth
found my nipple. We both slept.
A knock on the door woke me up. A voice said, “It’s
twenty after two, time to get up.”
I woke up Val. She was half asleep still. I wrapped her
in a sheet and walked her downstairs. Her clothes were
in my bag with the ‘boyfriend’. I took her to my house
and put her to bed. She slept until nine. After she took
a long shower, she put on the summer dress and went
home.
***
When Val came over Monday morning, she acted very
differently. She rushed inside and flew into my arms. I
saw she had been crying so much she had no more tears
left. I led her into the kitchen and boiled water for
some herbal tea. Slowly her story came out.
“Henry railed at me and claimed I slept around with
other men behind his back. Then he said I attended an
orgy Friday night with the bitch across the street.
And
he slapped me more than once. He ended by locking me out
of the bedroom. Sunday morning he tied me up and left me
on the floor while he took the boys to her parents.”
She ended in a wail. “He wants to divorce me.”
I put the tea makings on the table and fixed us each a
cup. I sat down and thought about what I should say.
Inside I feared I went too far Friday night. Not with
her that much. Her sexual appetites seemed endless, but
by getting her home way too late may have damaged her
marriage. Without any idea what to do I said, “Sweetie,
what can I do for you?”
She lifted her head to look at me. Then she got off her
chair to sit in my lap with her arms around me and laid
her head on my shoulder. She sniffled before saying,
“Hold me. Tell me you love me and will always be here
for me.”
That blew me away. I kissed her on the top of her head
and said, “I do love you, Sweetie, you know that, and I
will always be there for you. Maybe this is my fault. I
led you to so many new things too quickly.”
She squeezed me. “No Deena, you opened doors for me. I
never had such wonderful sex in my life. I am not afraid
to try new things. I love you so much.”
I was speechless. I took her into the living room and
sat in the big easy chair. She climbed into my lap again
to rest her head on my shoulder. Shortly I felt her hand
pull up my top so she could fondle my tits and twist my
nipples.
I slipped my hand under her sundress and drew circles on
her nether lips until the folds opened. I caressed her
from top to bottom and back again. When I felt her
wetness, I slipped two fingers into her vagina and
finger fucked her. She soon began her ‘umm unf’ song.
Five minutes later she stiffened as her orgasm roll
through her. I never would tire of her orgasms.
I let her recover and wished she’d finger fuck me.
Instead she kissed me passionately and thanked me.
That evening, her husband came home and talked to her.
The next morning she came over in her white outfit like
nothing happened. Over our tea she told me what
happened. “Henry apologized for getting so angry. He
doesn’t want a divorce. He even took back his
accusations about her acting the slut with other men and
agreed to let her have some evenings free to go out with
me or any other female friend as long as I didn’t have
sex with another man.
“He then said that we must stay together for the sake of
the boys and try to be a family. I accepted his
apologies and agreed the boys should be a mutual
concern. I feel so good that I want to skip the gym this
morning and want you to fuck me till I drop.”
I was stunned and was able to barely whisper an okay.
She got off me and stripped off her clothes then ran
into the bedroom. When she returned she had the harness
in one hand and was licking the dildo she held in the
other.
She waited for me to disrobe. She fastened the harness
on me and locked in the dildo before she dropped into
position on the floor. She looked at me over her
shoulder and I realized she was impatient for me to get
in place. She was insatiable this morning.
I fucked her on the floor, on the couch and on the big
chair. We kissed for a while to rest, then I had to fuck
her on the kitchen table and finally on my bed. She
didn’t forget me either. She licked my pussy a half
dozen times and we did a sixty-nine three times. By noon
we ran out of steam.
First we showered together then we prepared the tub for
a hot herbal bath. I got in the water first. She got in
when I was comfortable and sat between my legs and
rested her head in between my tits. Periodically we ran
the hot water to keep the bath hot. When we had enough
of the bath, we dried each other off then she went to
make lunch. I was not allowed to help.
We cuddled on the couch while she waited for the school
bus. When she needed, she casually would go in the back
yard to pee. In fact she would pee outdoors when we were
in the park or shopping or we were back to the Lesbian
bar.
One day, at home, she forgot to bring a tissue to clean
herself. I put her over my knees when she came in the
house and gave her a good spanking. She kissed me when I
was done. Spankings became a regular activity
thereafter, at least twice each day.
The next day she was back and we had a more usual day.
An hour or so in the gym, sex in my bed. Around eleven I
said it was time to get up and get dressed. “I want to
get us some new clothes and we have to be back before
the school bus brings the boys home. Your regular
wardrobe is so drab and unexciting.”
Her eyes were hopeful. “Thank you my Mistress. I can’t
wait to dress to please you.”
We had a ball shopping together. I bought her a sexy
long black fishnet dress that featured spaghetti straps,
criss cross detail in front, and risqu� criss cross
peek-a-boo back; it was made of nylon and spandex
fabric. It was completely transparent except for her
breasts and genitalia.
I couldn’t resist buying her a little black Lycra tube
dress that hugged her cute body. It was a mini dress
with binding detail on the sheer mesh torso. It was
followed by a cute red lace camisole with underwire bra
cups with matching red bow in between and garter straps.
She could wear either her white, black or red mini skirt
to complete the look. I also bought stockings to match.
After a coffee break, she modeled a halter lace apron
babydoll with ruffle trim along bust, hem, and straps.
It came with a matching G-string that she would need
when she wore it outside.
But I was not to be left out. I bought each of us a
matching corset that was fashioned with boning, a front
bust closure, lace up back, and lovely trim detail. It
was like a mini dress and very snug. Mine was black
while she chose red. I liked the matching outfits so
much that I bought us another outfit. It was a simple
stretch suede halter top with grommet details and buckle
front accent that ties around the neck and back with
matching buckle mini skirt.
This time we both bought white ones and of course we
bought shoes and stockings to mix and match. Sweetie was
so adorable in the shops. She loved modeling the clothes
and often attracted other shoppers. I heard a lot of
nice comments. We couldn’t wait to wear these clothes
when we visit the Lesbian Hangout and some dance clubs.
We enjoyed our times together. We had orgasms nearly
every day, sometimes in the morning and sometimes in the
evening as well. Fridays she stayed with me until the
morning. It felt so good when she snuggled up close
while we slept. More often than not her mouth would
fasten onto one of my nipples and every so often would
suckle for a bit. I wished I would lactate for her.
I did learn that I could lactate without a pregnancy. I
bought a breast pump and between her on my tits and the
pump, I had my nipples sucked four or five times a day.
After about a month I did begin to lactate. Sweetie went
nearly overboard. She would suckle before we went to Gym
in the morning, then again at lunch time and before she
had to be home for the boys.
She always had an excuse to come see me nearly every day
so she could suckle and get fucked. She didn’t ignore my
pussy needs either. I was never so much in love with
someone.
***
It was around this time we worked things out with Henry.
Sweetie told me that the company he worked for was very
old fashioned and straight laced. They did not insist on
their managers be married, but if they weren’t or,
worse, divorced, they would never get promoted and their
yearend bonuses were reduced.
I was rather surprised how reasonable Henry was about
it. Obviously his work was more important than sex and
Sweetie got all she wanted from me. They hired a thirty
year old Latina housekeeper-baby sitter name Marisa.
After six months Sweetie would learn that he bopped her
once a week. Sweetie didn’t care, because now she need
not suffer his weekly half-assed fuck.
Sweetie lived with me from Friday mornings until Sunday
mornings. We began to go out on Wednesday nights and
rarely got home before three in the morning. The only
fly in the ointment was when she had to attend a company
affair with Henry.
When they returned home, she’d come directly to me. She
couldn’t wait to get out of the clothes she had to wear.
She quickly got between my legs to lick, kiss, and suck
my pussy. I had some of my best orgasms those times so I
could hardly complain.
When they had to attend the company’s annual picnic one
Saturday, I decided to visit an adult store. I explored
the sex toys and picked up some; such as, a vibrating
clear jelly butt plug, 10 anal beads and a set of ben-
wah balls. I found a dildo for the harness that had an
extension that would slide in and out of my vagina. I
bought it thinking we could
each have a simultaneous
orgasm.
The store manager showed me a remote control egg. The
egg came with a four inch antenna that could be used to
pull it out of Sweetie’s vagina. It should rest on or
near her G-spot. It was guaranteed waterproof and the
control had ten vibration settings. The control unit is
small and easily fit in my palm. I bought it.
Saturday night when she came over to spend the night, I
introduced her to the butt plug and my new harness
dildo. I lubed up her ass and slid the plug into place.
It wasn’t a very big one and we both enjoyed my
application of the lube with my fingers.
She got into position to be fucked. I lubed the dildo
and slid it just inside her entrance. Then I manage to
set the plug vibrator going as well as the dildo. She
couldn’t stay still. Her hips were rocking and rolling
as I fucked. Her song was really noisy this night. I bet
her husband could hear her across the street. Meanwhile
my spot was stimulated while I thrust deep and back. We
each had multiple orgasms that were rarely simultaneous.
I had four and I think she had six when I was beat and
had to quit.
I pulled out and shut the vibrators off and took off the
harness, but left the plug in her ass. She crawled on
top of me and began to kiss like she never had before,
one hand was pinching my nipples sending electric shocks
down to my clit and I soon came again.
Meanwhile she kept have little orgasmic waves from the
plug. She left it in even after she fell asleep. I think
her desire for frequent sex has become a need of some
kind. It was certainly intense. But I enjoyed every
moment of my time with her. However her moans and the
buzz of the vibrator kept me awake. I finally pulled the
plug out and shut the vibrator off.
***
To make up for having to go to the picnic, Henry agreed
she could spend Sunday morning with me. We showered
together, helped each other with makeup, not too garish
this morning and wore our matching corset dress with
stockings and four inch spike heels. I took her to a
fancy and expensive place for brunch.
But before we left, I put the egg in her vagina. She
looked quizzically at me. “What’s that for?”
“You will find out.”
Her submissiveness was displayed in her patience with
the egg inside her. We got comfortable in the car and I
drove off. At a red light, I turn on the vibrator at the
lowest level. She looked confused at first then smiled
at me. At the next red light I went up one level. She
squeezed her
thighs together, smiled and said “Ooh.”
We hit two more lights before we reached the restaurant.
That’s when we had a problem. There was valet parking
and Sweetie had to pee. She was shifting from foot to
foot. I took her inside and even before we were seated I
led her to the ladies room where I had her stand on the
bowl and squat.
The sound of her pee hitting the water was almost
musical. She finished and I wiped her dry then helped
her down and put the egg back. We washed up and went to
the hostess to get seated. I ordered us the champagne
brunch with mimosas, a spinach and three cheese omelet
and croissants.
I quickly had the egg at setting three. After the food
came, I went to setting five. She was a bit twitchy in
her seat. I sent it up to ten and she nearly screamed,
but I quickly turned it back to three and left it at
that setting. For being such a good girl, I ordered
coconut cream pie with our coffee. It’s one of her
favorites.
On the ride home, I kept running the vibrator speed up
and down. She had three orgasms on the way home. Once in
the house, we stripped down and did a sixty-nine. She
was so wet and tasted so good that I licked her to three
more orgasms. That wasn’t really hard to do. Valerie
comes so easy these days and never seems to get enough.
At eleven thirty, we showered and she put on the clothes
she wore to my place and went back to her home. I spent
part of my afternoon planning some more surprises for
Sweetie.
***
After the gym on Tuesday I took her to an office in a
strip mall. The outside has the appearance of a medical
clinic. Valerie wore her surprised look, but she said
nothing. At the receptionist’s desk, I said to the cute
young receptionist, who wore a nurse’s costume, “Valerie
is here for her appointment.”
The receptionist checked her book. “You are right on
time. Please go inside and take the first door on the
left. I helped Valerie get undressed and into the chair
that was very similar to the examination chair in an OB-
GYN’s office. She showed signs of nervousness, but again
did as she was told without comment.
An attractive looking man about our age came in. He wore
slacks and a white shirt. Over the shirt was a jacket
like those my dentist wore. He was very businesslike and
had little to say other than a brisk “Good morning. I
see the young lady is ready, so let’s get started.
He examined her breasts, especially the nipples. He
nodded approval, sprayed each nipple in turn with a
topical anesthetic then took out a long needle. He
dabbed the nipples with alcohol and wiped the needle,
then slid it through a nipple. With another needle he
repeated his actions with the other nipple. Valerie gave
a little cry at the piercing and she looked even more
nervous.
Then he fitted each nipple with a ring whose ends fitted
to lock and make them look whole. The nipples were
bathed with alcohol pads. He turned to me and showed me
a tray of jewelry that I picked out the day before. I
selected the short chains with little hearts with a
jewel in the middle. The tray also held a chain of small
jewel like stones ending with a larger one and a metal
chain with two tiny bells.
He turned to me and said, “Now pay attention so you know
how to attach and remove the jewelry. Then I will
demonstrate how to care for her piercings. I paid very
strict attention. I knew her breasts would be tender for
a couple of days. I already purchased a soft padded bra
for her to wear until she healed.
Next he worked on her navel. Instead of ring, she
received a bar. I had the same choice of jewelry and
picked a match. I watched her face when he brought out
the needle with a platinum bar before he rubbed her
labia and pushed them apart. He checked her clitoral
hood and clit. He looked up at me. “The lady has a
rather large clitoris and appears very sensitive.”
I peered closer and her clit was extended from under the
hood and she was lubricating. He was even more careful
this time as he pierced the hood, constantly cleaning
and drying it. Then he inserted the bar. He cleaned her
three areas one more time. He gave me some alcohol gauze
packets, a special spray to guard against infections,
and a kit to clean the piercings. He ended with a
warning. “If she breaks out in a rash or if touching any
of her new jewelry causes the slightest discomfit after
a week, go see a doctor. She should not have sex for
that week. We need to let the piercings heal. Here are a
couple of pamphlets with full instruction for the care
of them. If you have any questions later or want some
piercings for yourself, please call me.”
He turned to Valerie. “You did very well young lady. You
were very brave and you are even more beautiful now.”
She smiled prettily at him and I could see she lost her
nervousness. I helped her put on the bra and I had a
pair of soft white panties for her. I hadn’t seen her
dressed in underwear for weeks.
It was a long week without sex. In commiseration, I
wouldn’t even let her eat me out, but she still could
milk me, which she did with enthusiasm. At my home, she
spent a lot of time looking at herself and her
decorations in the full length mirror. Afterward, she
would thank me in glowing words and give me long tongue
filled kisses.
***
The following Tuesday, we went to the gym, She was
tentative at first, but quickly adapted. At home, we
gingerly attempted a bit of sex play. We ate each other
out and I used the egg with her. In that whole time,
Henry never said a word, but, of course, she wore more
normal clothing at their house.
Wednesday afternoon, I replaced the hearts with the
little bells. They would tinkle when she walked. Valerie
wanted to wear the new outfit I bought her. It was made
of a shear white cloth with horizontal ribbing. It was
comprised of a long free flowing mid calf length skirt
and a matching sleeveless blouse. In the right setting
it was practically transparent.
She loved it right away and began to dance around the
room, the bells were ringing like a Sunday morning,
except not so loud. Then Valerie came over to hug and
kiss me. “I’m glad you like it. It’s what you will wear
to the hangout tonight. You won’t need stockings but I
have a pair of light blue ballet flat slippers to go
with
it.
That evening at the Lesbian hangout, she was the star
for the night. Everyone wanted to dance with her. I
often saw her taken to the ladies room. She told me that
instead of her licking them, the others wanted to lick
her and make the bells tinkle. She was thrilled with the
attention.
She has become the consummate exhibitionist. Before the
night was over, she took off her top to dance. When we
were home, I fucked her to seven organisms and had three
of my own. We love that two way dildo.
***
Saturday I had another surprise for her. For our post
lunch sex play, I had her get up on the bed in the
standard position. I had peeled and prepared a four and
half inch finger of ginger root, including a concave
retention ring. The smell of ginger by itself was
alluring. I also had another little piece for her clit.
I had to wear medical gloves while I handle the ginger
or I might get it in the wrong places. First I rubbed it
briefly on her nipples. They seemed to extend further
than usual. Then I rubbed it on her clit. She was
singing already and wiggling her ass. I held her butt
still and pushed the long finger up her ass until I felt
her sphincter grip the ring.
Her ass was really in motion now. I knew it stung but it
also heightened the nerve endings. I let the ginger do
its magic for a minute while I lubed on the dildo.
Grabbing her rocking hips to get them still, I pushed
the dildo all the way in her vagina.
There must have been a little ginger juice on the dildo
because Valerie went wild. It was all I could do to stay
inside and fuck her. And fuck her I did until I could
not move. I lay on her back, dildo inside her and
rested. Her wild bucking slowed, but she still rocked.
With some exertion, I slid the dildo out, took off the
harness and tossed it aside. When I rested my head on
the pillow, Valerie was all over me, sucking and biting
my nipples. She was rubbing her clit as if she hadn’t
cum enough. She begged me to pinch her nipples. Lord,
they were at least a half inch long, hot and hard, like
diamonds.
After a few minutes when I had rested sufficiently, I
got up, scooped up the still twitchy beauty in my arms
and put her in the tub to use the flexible hose to wash
off her tits and pussy. I put on a glove, withdrew the
piece of ginger, tossed it in the trash can and washed
her anal passage the best I could.
When she seemed calm, I washed the rest of her and paid
special attention to her piercings. I lifted her up,
wrapped
a big bath towel around her and carried her to
the bed. Laying her down, she looked up at me with a
smile.
“Oh my love, that was so intense. I thought my nipples,
clit and ass were on fire. Every nerve in my body was
screaming. Can we do that again one day, but not right
away please?”
I kissed her softly and said, “Sure Sweetie, if that is
what you would like.”
She put her arms around me to pull my nipple to her
mouth and began to suckle. Her eyes were still closed
and she moaned as she sucked out my milk.
***
Later, while eating the dinner she prepared for us, I
had some questions. “Sweetie, you let me do all kinds of
things with and to you. You let me choose how you dress
and how and when we make love. Why do you let me?”
“Gee, my Mistress, because I like to make you happy.
It’s how I prove my love for you. I’ll do anything you
ask me.”
“Can I fuck your ass?”
“Whenever you want my Mistress, is what I want.”
“And what if I ask you to lick out my ass?”
“Of course I will, my Mistress.”
“What if I take off your clothes in the middle of
downtown and spank you? Will you thank me and kiss me
when I’m done.”
“Yes, you may do whateveer you wish with me. You rescued
me from my boring, nothing life. You fulfill all my
sexual needs and give me your love. I need nothing
else.”
“Okay, what if I told you that I want you to lick
someone whenever I pointed to a person and say, “Lick
her.” No matter where, in the hangout, on the dance
floor, in the park or in the mall parking lot.”
“You need only point and I will obey you. I will obey
all your orders. I love you.”
“God, Sweetie, I love you so much. Come sit on my lap
and kiss me.”
***
That summer we went to a nude resort and spent a week
without clothes. She proudly wore her jewelry including
the gold anklet, bracelet and the collar imprinted with
“Deena’s”. I wore a bracelet imprinted “I love my
Sweetie.” I’m not sure which pleased her more.
As time flew by, we remained in love with each other,
maybe even more so. I would test her obedience on
occasion, she always complied. After the first year I no
longer needed such reassurance. We walked holding hands
or our arms around each other’s waist. We ignored the
louts who called us names. We had each other.
Almost five years to the day that I first fucked her,
Henry told us he was taking a new, better job in another
state and wanted a divorce so he could marry Marisa. He
sold their house and gave her half the proceeds and
anything in the place she wanted plus alimony of a
thousand dollars a month. She only wanted pictures of
her boys. They were now in a pricey college preparatory
school.
A year later we married. I sold my home and we bought a
nice little cottage on thirty acres out in the country,
not very far from the Hangout. Our life was quiet,
private and idyllic. As I type these last few words, she
is under the table giving me a good licking. I have to
go because I’m about to come for the fifth time today.
Live well.
“I know no other both as powerful and strong as the
sexual connection between a passionate Dominatrix and a
loving Submissive.” Author unknown.