Hold on to your hat, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride!
Yes I have to admit that mostly, I like to be the dominant partner under the sheets. So, you can imagine the exertion of retaining control when you get involved with, and live with, a partner that shares the same sexual drive and proclivities. On any one particular night; morning; afternoon; quickie before leaving for work; who was going to retain control? “Mmm, tis a beguiling sensual mystery!”
Never-the-less, that particular circumstance is another story. The saga that I am about to unfold brought out in me a hitherto unknown aspect of my sexuality. Although, I had on occasion fantasised about what it must be like to be the “Femme Fatal Dominante,” it is nothing that I had ever given serious thought to. I am most certainly into a little spank, scratch and bite action on occasion, actually on most occasion, but I am most certainly not, nor could I ever be into BDSM; but, to have my very own “On Demand Pussy Pet,” now that is the essence of a fabulously wet, orgasmic pussy dream. A dream that was, quite unexpectedly, to come about.
A couple of years ago, I and three of my closest friends became members of a local Golf, Tennis and Fitness Club. Not a great golfer but I love the sport and it’s always a fun time with the girls. Having the availability of a gym has helped me maintain my fitness and when I added Tennis into the mix it not only added to my stamina, it didn’t do my libido any harm either! I found that I really enjoyed it, so to improve my game I started taking Tennis lessons. Have to say, my female Tennis coach; yummy! Unfortunately married with a kid, so no doubt straight… Damn it! Anyway, this has nothing to do with her either, so by my count you’re down stories to a score of either ‘A bogie two, or, thirty love, depending on your choice of game.
The club was originally only a Golf Club, so the structure of the committee has retained the old titles of ‘Chairman, Vice Chairman, Green’s Superintendent etc. In our club the chairman is always referred to as ‘Captain,’ a throwback title going back to the days of yore! Actually his name is Sinjon, whose surname is double barreled and hyphenated, a really nice chap in his sixties, married to his bimbo toy bride Lucy who is forty-one, twenty-two years Captain Sinj’s junior.
Lucy S-fucking-B, is a self-effaced bitch of the first order. A snooty nosed “must I really mingle with those people” upper class hopeful who came from the lowest form of garden worm feline prowlers of her era. A conniving wench who, at age twenty-seven, moved in on a very happily married Sinjon, reeled him in with her feminine wiles, bedded him and brought about his divorce all in order to marry into his lifestyle and money. It is indicative of their present relationship that ‘Captain’ now spends most of his time at the club… Enough said!
Shame of it is, Lucy has a body on her that men, and a lot of women, would love to get their hands all over! Myself included when I first met her two years ago. It didn’t take long for my pals and me to realize why everyone here gave her a wide birth. Lucy S-fucking-B, with her fake silver-spoon accent, which frequently lapses into Hackney Carriage cockney, lets everyone know she is the Captain’s wife, and as such, she has the same command over the membership as he… That misguided fact is of course: According to her!
My philosophy of this situation: “NO FUCKING WAY!”
Lucy S-fucking-B and I have had the odd skirmish here and there, nothing drastic, and certainly nothing worth getting one’s knickers in a twist over. However, this situation was to change a few weeks back:
It’s a snobby old rule of the club that members wearing golf spikes, coming in off the course, do not use the main front door access to the club. All perfectly reasonable, but on this particular Friday afternoon I was running late. Linda my partner in life, who does not play golf, had come to pick me up and in my haste, being the quickest route to the changing rooms, I snuck in through the main entrance…
Well; you would have thought Mount Vesuvius had just erupted!
This bellowing, fanatical screaming bitch let loose at me in the lobby:
“Aimie P______, just where do YOU think you’re going, just what do you think you’re doing coming in this way with spikes on! Kindly, go out and come back through the Pro Shop, as you know you are meant to!”
OK… I’m a nurse, in fact I’m a nurse manager; I know all about rules and such like, and yes, I know I was in breach of the “Snobby Rule,” but it’s not as if the bright, shiny parquet flooring was not protectively covered with deep pile carpet, it is!
It was none of these things that gave me cause to stop in mid stride..!
It was none of these things that made me take in a sharp, deep breath of fine English country air.!!
It was none of these things that made the fingers of both of my hands, coil inward to tightly form into a pair of very firm fists!!
It was none of these things that caused my spine to t-i-n-g-l-e, commencing from my now tightly; puckered; arsehole; sending a shimmering sensation in a northerly direction throughout the entirety of my vertebral column; up and through the raised hackles of my neck; thence to traverse across my scalp, and down through my now furrowed brow giving cause to my eyes, nose and lips to tightly squeeze together in a grimace of absolute blood, toil, sweat and ANGER!!
NO: Twas none of these… It was the audacity of a screaming bitch, no body of consequence, daring to talk to me in that impolite, supercilious, washer woman (no offense to washer women intended) manner and tone!
Having paused long enough in this posture of crawling venom rising within me I slowly turned on my heels and glared at this bitch of a bitches bitch! A bitch now silent, and to my great inner satisfaction, a bitch with a look on her face that, I felt, was now expressing a growing realisation of inner turmoil; a recognition of the fact that was telling her: “Urg fucking oh! Maybe I should not have spoken!”
Walking slowly and very purposefully toward her, my eyes glared into her’s, my mouth opened to express the depths of veracity toward this fucking whore of a bitch! As I moved to form my lips into the consonants and vowels of my opening word I suddenly felt a firm grasp to my right wrist in company with Linda’s hand across my mouth… Pulling me to turn toward her, a calm and reflective Linda quietly spoke:
“Honey, let it go! She’s not worth it, and even if she was, this is neither the time nor the place… OK‽”
I went to say something: Linda, the one person who knows me so well, interjected again to repeat herself: “OK… A-i-m-i-e..? OK‽”
She was right, at least for now, in this moment she was right and holding my hand we walked to the changing room.
I was very quiet on the drive home, in fact I was very quiet as we showered and dressed for our planned dinner evening out with friends. As I sat beside her at the dressing table I looked into her eyes through the reflection of the mirror, it was only now that Linda took me in her arms and kissed me. It was only now that, at least for now, I let it go. I was not going to allow this to spoil our Friday evening. Never-the-less, in the back of my mind was the underlying thought that:
Tomorrow, was another day!
During a somewhat restless night, a night where at one point I even considered letting it go for keeps; but I knew that was not going to happen! Instead, my restless and still very angry mind, kept pondering over how I was going to approach her, and when I did, what was I going to say, and say whilst doing my level best not to take her by that scrawny neck and shake the living crap out of her! Scrawny neck! Whew, that was bitchy, because even now, when I closed my eyes and saw her image in my mind, the truth was, she is far from scrawny, that woman has a body…! Damn it… No fucking way was that going to happen… I was out for blood, but how was I going to handle her on Saturday morning when the inevitable was going to happen.
At breakfast, I was still in a turmoil of angry thought. Linda looked at me, finally asking: “What’s on your mind lover?”
It was no surprise when I told her I was going to tackle the bitch head on! Linda counselled me against it, but understood when I explained that this was something I had to get off my chest: “If I don’t tackle this now, then either it, or something like it is going to happen again. You know me well enough to know that I rarely do anything from a position of anger, but this was insulting and I need to contain the situation.”
The bit was now between my teeth and I was determined to have my say. I wanted her on her own, and the only place I could think of where that could possibly be the case, would be at her home. To ensure that she was home, and with luck home alone, I first called the club to ask if I could speak with the Captain, or his wife? “Sorry Aimie, he just teed off the first tee and Mrs S…-B… is not here”
Thanking the club secretary, I hung up…
This was everything I needed to know: Sinjon would be out on the course for at least four hours and would probably then have lunch and a couple of drinks before returning home. If she was at home, this was my opportunity. I had more than enough time to have words with the bitch and leave her in no doubt as to my opinion of her! However, even as I drove to her house I was still uncertain as to exactly what I was going to say, all I knew was, I was going to have my say and I was going to let her know that she was never going to talk to me in that fashion ever again! Pulling into her driveway around 09:45 a.m., my mind was made up. I was ready for her when I purposely parked my car in front of the garage doors. If she wanted to leave she was going to have to wait for me to move my car and I had no intention of doing so until this, no doubt, door step confrontation was concluded. If she tried to close the door on me, I was prepared to block her from closing the it by putting my foot in the door jamb.. Nothing was going to stop me now!
Walking to the front door I caught a glimpse of her as she passed an upstairs window; she must have also seen me because as I approached the front door it opened, and much to my surprise, she actually asked me in… Closing the door, she said “I suppose you want to talk to about yesterday?”
Standing in the hallway, my anger palpable to us both, I moved so close to her we were almost tit to tit! Looking fixedly into her eyes the words that came out of my mouth were nothing like any of the scenarios that I had even remotely considered. Words the like of which took even me by surprise:
“Look here bitch, just because you want to be fucked by a woman, and I think, fucked by me in particular, doesn’t mean you need to cover it up with angry protestations of misplaced bravado, so why don’t you just get on your knees and eat my pussy!”
The look on her gob-smacked face was incredible! To my utter astonishment, she fell totally silent; her mouth wide open as she stared right back at me…
For an instant there, I really thought she was about to hit me and believe me; had she have done so, I was ready to bitch-slap her right back, but NO: she placed her hands on my waist, then slid them down to my hips, got on her knees, lifted my skirt, moved my G-string to one side and moved to kiss my pussy lips, a move that I stopped her from achieving as I demanded:
“Don’t you think you should ask permission before taking it for granted that you can do that to your MISTRESS?”
She looked quite startled as her face turned sharply up to look at me. Her mouth opened as though she was going to say something; her lips were dry, nothing came!
The thought flashed through my mind that it was now of never, either she was going to totally submit or we were enemies for life. Pushing the envelope I pursued my goal: “Well bitch, what have you to say to me?”
Licking her lips and swallowing, her absolutely unexpected response echoed into the portals of my brain: “Yes Mistress, may I please kiss your pussy lips”
“Fete accompli” Total submission; this bitch was mine!
Having given her permission, I allowed her just a moment to do as she has asked before telling her to stand up. Sending her to her bedroom, I told her she was not to get undressed until I came to her. She was to stand and wait by her bed, and when I returned I would watch her strip! In total submission, responding with another “Yes Mistress.” Lucy turned and walked to the stairs. I watched as she went up, not only to admire the way that beautiful arse moved, but also to note the direction in which she went when she got to the top. I needed to not only be confident, but also to look confident when I went up myself.
A couple of days prior to this event Linda and I had gone shopping at ‘Adam and Eve’s Emporium’ for some birthday gift toys to be given to a friend at her party this coming evening. We had left the bag in the car, so why not use a couple of them now, after all, I could replace them on my way back home… So, taking my time I went out and selected a vibe, a bottle of erotic lube, and the Pièce de résistance, the ‘Fetish Elite Vibrating Strap and a selection of detachable Dildos.’ Once removed from their packaging I carefully secluding them in a separate bag before returning to my quarry!
At the top of the stairs I followed in the direction that Lucy had gone; seeing an open door at the end of the corridor, I entered to find my Fuck Bitch standing dutifully at the foot of her bed, hands held submissively together where I had told her to wait.
Standing in the doorway I glanced around the room: Oh yes, my bitch had most certainly married into money. Plush carpeting, canopied four poster bed in a matching environment of chests of drawers and separate vanity. Two well-placed armchairs, large wall mounted television, master bath ensuite and a walk in purpose built closet, the carpentry matching the bedroom suite. Without commenting, I walked across the room making myself comfortable in an armchair…
“Come closer, let me decide if you have anything to offer!”
Whew, the glow that I felt as she moved toward me was empowering… I now knew what I was about and I was going to enjoy the whole experience!
As she approached to within about six feet of me, I held up my hand:
“Stop there, turn around; slowly”
I had admired her body from afar many times, but this time the allure of her was mine to control:
“Stop, turn and face me and undress… Slowly… I’ll tell you when to stop!
Lucy began by moving to remove her high heels: “No, keep them on!”
Response was immediate as I indicated to remove the skirt. Releasing the waist band she leant forward to push it down over her hips and in the process exposed her cleavage to my view: “Stop there, don’t stand up… No, don’t look at me, hold that pose” I took the moment to enjoy the view of her cleavage, those firm tits hanging there, waiting for me to later enjoy!
“Yes, quite nice, OK remove your skirt”
As her skirt fell away I thought she was wearing a petticoat beneath, but said nothing. Now as she unbuttoned her top, I realised it was not a petticoat but a chemise. With her top off, I had her stop again in order to absorb the sexiness of this very feminine of garment’s. I liked the view and gave a small smile of approval before I once again had her slowly perform another twirl. Turning back to face me I had discarded the smile, but I stood; walked toward her; placed a hand on her waist and slowly walked around her, my hand slipping smoothly over the silky softness of the chemise, the heat of her body emanating from beneath… This bitch of mine had an amazing body and as I walked behind her I felt an urge to slap her arse, I stifled the urge, preferring instead to save that pleasure for later. For now, the dominant humiliation of my prize remained my preeminent goal. I walked away and took my seat: “Continue”
Inside I was smiling to myself as it was becoming evident that her breathing was getting a little deeper and faster… Was it frustration; guilt as to what she had got herself into; or maybe, anticipation as to what was next? Whatever it was she continued in her compliance.
Reaching to the straps of her chemise, she hooked her fingers and moved to slip them over her shoulders but before she managed to pull them down I told her to turn and face away from me. As I watched from behind, Lucy slipped the loops; her arms moved to her sides and the silken material slipped down her lithe body, exposing!! I had to stifle a lustful desire to fully express my awe as to what I saw as the chemise dropped away! I was glad now that my demeanour had been one of a careless ‘what ever’ appearance and I was even more glad that she could not see my face… Swallowing hard I managed to retain my hitherto composure and control… It was not easy with the picture that now stood before me!
As the chemise had dropped away this bitches gorgeous bodily shape came into full view, but it was not just the body: As the garment fell over her hips the view of her G-stringed arse was superbly framed by tight buttocks and naked upper thighs; her hips supporting a suspender belt, which in turn supported her mid thigh nylon stockings! Damn it to hell, this was one sexy looking woman, a body that under more routine circumstances I would now have been all over… I was proud of myself in the realisation that I had contained my naturally instinct and desire to touch and to kiss!
“Open your legs and bend forward, let me see your arse” Compliantly, Lucy did as she was told. Reaching behind herself her hands took hold of her butt cheeks, spreading them apart, exposing the cute light brown ring of her anus and the cleanly shaved, full lips of her G-stringed pussy… I licked my lips!
Sitting back in the armchair, I told her to turn again: As she did so I admired the magnificent red coloured half cup brassiere which was so wonderfully showing off two amazing hemispheres of well shaped, evidently natural breasts, a small glimpse of light brown areolar glimpsing over the cups which hid her nipples from my view, at least for now, from the touch of my hands and my mouth. This was no cheap ensemble: The chemise, bra, suspender belt and G-string all of the same material, each adorning a body which was a sexy, gorgeously curvaceous, sight to behold!
Granting her another slight smile of approval, Lucy was now reduced to bra, G-string, suspender belt, nylons and high heels… Mmm, I had to have a picture of this. Yes, she looked somewhat shocked as I pulled out my I-phone, but using my best Nursing voice of reassurance I told her: “Don’t be concerned, no one but me will ever see this.” Lucy smiled but said nothing as I and took her picture…
The intimidation factor was all mine, now she knew for a certainty that I was in command here:
“Thank you Mistress!”
It was now that I chose to tell her to “get on all fours and come closer!”
The responding “Yes Mistress” caused my thighs to lightly squeeze together, and as she looked down to get on her hands and knees I surreptitiously snapped another frame, her amazing shape and stunning cleavage now well recorded…
Internally I gloated a “Whew!” I could have fucked her right there and then, but, that was for later!!
As she moved toward me she momentarily paused, placing a hand into her crotch, evidently releasing a G-string wedgie… I shouted at her: “Hey, what the fuck do you think your doing, touching yourself!?”
“Mistress, my G-string!”
“Be quiet, I’ll tell you when you can touch bitch… Now get over here, turn around and face the bed”
On all fours, sideways before me. I placed a hand on her back and with the other I gave her arse two swift and hard slaps, one to each cheek. Lucy inhaled sharply, an audible hiss coming from her lips… “Mistress, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again!”
“No, you won’t, not without my say so, because next time it’ll be your cunt that I’ll be slapping!”
“Mistress, please how can I make amends?”
I pondered the question for a moment before giving her permission to move between my legs: “Take off my shoes, and then, without lifting my skirt too high, take my G-string off of me”
Moving in, she removed my heels, voluntarily massaging each of my feet as she did so. Her hands stroked up my legs and under my thighs, moving to remove my G… Grasping the waist band she began to draw it over my arse, then down; her fingers came close to touching the inside of my thighs:
“Yes Aim… I mean Mistress!”
Now naked beneath my skirt I told her that my pussy was feeling a little warm, that she was to: “Put your head between my thighs and blow on my pussy, I want it too feel a little cooler! Not too close, you hear me?””
“Yes Mistress” Oh how I was beginning to love the sound of that phrase!
Opening my thighs just sufficient to let her in; I felt a cool glow of delight as her breath flowed over my pussy… For a moment she tried to move a little closer. Squeezing her head between my thighs I admonished her once again: “I told you, not too close, do that again and I will have to punish you again!”
A very quiet, even murmured “Yes Mistress” from under my skirt caused me to smile.
Pushing her away I was getting to the point that I wanted to step it up a little: “When was the last time you ate some pussy”
“Mistress I never…!”
“No mistress, it was not until today that I realised that I wanted to, and that I wanted it to be you”
“Have you ever tasted yourself when you masturbate?”
“Well yes Mistress, I have done that”
With this in mind it gave me another idea… “Remove your G-string and lean over the side of the bed…”
As she did so I reached inside the bag of toys to retrieve the vibrator and lube before telling her to open her legs wide and finger her pussy. Without hesitation her hand slipped beneath her. As I watched from behind, again admiring that magnificent arse, and nicely bulbous labial lips, her fingers appeared between her legs, her middle finger slipped up and down her slit before slowly disappearing into the introitus of her cunt. “Fuck your pussy with your finger… Now use two fingers… Harder, push them in and out” As she did so the odour of her juices began to reach my nostrils. Mmm, she smelt good!
Even knowing the answer I asked the question: “Are you wet?” Supplicant affirmation!
“You like that, I can tell… Does it make you feel slutty for your mistress?
“Oh yes Mistress!” The tone of her response clearly demonstrating her pleasure…
As I watched her finger fucking her pussy I lubricated the vibe: “Take your fingers out and let me see you taste them” as her cunt wet fingers entered into her mouth, I pushed the vibe into her, turning it to high!
Lucy’s pussy twitched, her hands suddenly reached out and grasped the bedding and I heard her exclaim “Oh Fuck!”
Still fucking with the vibe, I again slapped her arse: “Oh Fuck what slut!”
“Oh Fuck Mistresssss!”
“Better! Get that bra off!”
Even with me pushing the vibe in and out she managed to reach behind to release the clasp… Only then did I momentarily remove the vibe, commanding her to turn over and open her legs wide: She turned immediately; I pushed the vibe into her hand instructing her to fuck herself with it… Her excitement was palpable as she did exactly as she was told, fucking herself, the vibe disappearing and reappearing in and and out of her very wet slit… After watching her for a few brief moments, I reached to her right tit, squeezing and then toying with the hardening nipple before leaning over to finally suck it into my mouth… Sucking it to and fro between my lips I felt the nipple become increasingly hard before moving to the other side… Sucking that nipple with increasing tension before I lightly bit the nipple and then the areolar… Squeezing and sucking as she fucked herself with the vibe, the sensation of my biting causing her to scream but at this point my slut was so close to orgasm she absorbed the sensation as she coursed into climax… My bitchy slut was about to make herself cum with the vibrator, an event that I wanted to stand back and watch…
Stepping away I moved to the foot of the bed; with her eyes closed, she brought herself off. She was so wet, her pussy cum was making slurping sounds with every penetration of the vibe. Even after orgasm her juices continued to well from within her; I enjoyed the way it ran down her slit and oozed across her arse as she relaxed into the afterglow of cumming for her mistress… I told her to slowly withdraw the vibe and to suck it clean, an action which she performed with alacrity.
Unbeknownst to her, while she was bringing herself off, as she lay there in the throws of climax, I had slipped into the harness of the strap on… As she opened her eyes it was in place, unseen, its presence concealed beneath my skirt…
“Get up and take my clothes off of me, its time for you be fucked!”
Her fingers were trembling as she removed my top and my bra. “Suck my tits… No, don’t touch! I said suck” Mmm, her hot wet mouth felt good but I had to maintain control. Pushing her away, I stood facing her as she undid the waist band of my skirt, as it dropped to the floor: the shocked look on her face told me she had obviously never seen a dildo strap on harness before; she looked even more shocked when I reached once again into the bag, bringing out the 8″ snap on Dildo and turned on the vibrate function…
I didn’t give her time to think about it. I simply pushed her back onto the edge of the bed, lubed the shaft of the dildo, lifted her legs over my shoulders and slid it vibrating into her cunt… Once inside of her, I grasped each of her wrists and began to fuck, slowly at first, allowing her to get accustomed to her first dildo diddling! As she became more accustomed, as her head rolled back, I released her wrists and my hands took hold, and full advantage of those amazingly glorious tits…
“Ogh Mistress Aimie, ogh yes… Please fuck me, fuck me”
After a minute or two of fucking her I once again sensed that she was about to cum: her body writhed beneath my now fully stroking, hard and fast penetration of her cunt as I coupled this with pinching hard onto both of her nipples my slut screamed into another orgasm… Reaching her peak, pussy cum once again poured from within her… Pulling the dildo out, I wet it by slithering it up and down her slit until it glistened with cum… Now was my moment pushing her legs out wide, I placed its tip teasingly at her arsehole, the vibrations obviously getting her attention! Looking a little tentative toward me, eyes and mouth wide open, she came to the realisation of just what I was going to do… As her head rose to try to see what was happening, she once again looked to me, in that moment, in one slow, yet continuous motion I pushed it into her arse… Releasing a scream, her legs clasped around my waste and to my astonishment she screamed out again:
“Yesss, oh yes Mistress, fuck my arse, fuck it!”
I did, I did it hard, and as I did so my thumb engaged a very hard, very red and swollen clit, rubbing on it as I demanded she cum again! Did she ever!!
There was no respite, even before she had come down from that third orgasm; I had removed the strap; pulled her to the middle of the bed; straddled across her face, which I now proceeded to cunt fuck. “Lick me bitch; suck me; bite my pussy; suck on my clit; now fuck my cunt with your tongue!” For a woman who had never had sex with another woman before, if indeed that truly was the case, she was learning fast, quickly becoming an adroit and skilled cunt muncher!
I was alive with the power of my conquest. Although exceedingly excited I never-the-less managed to stave off the inner need to cum… Over and over I fought back that overriding sensation until, as I felt her bite the swollen tenderness of my clit I abandoned everything to my lust and need to cum! The sounds of her lavishing onto, and drinking from me the wetness of my cum was wonderful… I wanted my share, suddenly withdrawing myself from her, I moved to her side and turned, re-positioning us both into a “69”, her, submissively below, me on top… I had smelt her earlier, and like I said before, she smelt good… Now, this prize piece of cunt was all mine and she tasted fucking awesome!
Running my tongue up and down her slit, a prelude to tongue fucking her, she was mimicking my every move… As my lips encircled her clit her pelvis lifted; with my hands encircled under her butt, grasping her inner thighs, keeping them wide, I took full advantage of the position pushing a finger into both her arse and her cunt, fucking into her as I now licked the anterior, left lateral edges, the most sensitive portion of a woman’s clit; her thighs began to tremble, and with her mouth buried into my pussy I felt, and heard her muffled murmurings of orgasmic release… As excited as she; we both creamed pussy juice into the mouth of the other…
The deed was done… The tyrannical bitch was mine! Without saying a word I got up from the bed, telling her to stay where she was as I went to grab a brief shower… Returning, I gathered up the toy accouterments and dressed. Walking toward the door, letting her see that I was looking at her picture, I glanced back over my shoulder…
“Pretty good, but you still have a lot to learn, I’ll be calling you soon and when I do, you’re to come, understand?”
“Yes Mistress, I understand… Mistress..? May I please kiss you?”
As I walked down the corridor to the stairs I called back: “Maybe, next time!”
Getting into my car I glanced at the dash clock, it was 12:38 p.m., for almost three hours I had dominated every move of the Club House Bitch, and the weekend was still ahead of me. As I drove to Adam & Eve’s, I found myself planning the next stage of training for my “On Demand Pussy Pet,” an event in which I hoped Linda would wish to participate…
Femme Fatale Dominante – PART 2
Arriving home Linda said to me “Wow, you were gone so long, I was beginning to think she had shot and buried you… Hahaha!!”
When I told her what had happened she was initially in total disbelief, but as the imagery settled into her mind she commenced to laughing hysterically! Sounding like a TV sales advert, I continued: “But wait… There’s more!” For a moment I thought she was going to pee her pants because of her laughing…
When I showed her the two evidentiary pictures, I thought she was going to blow a gasket, she was laughing so much! I had to wait for her to calm down before I made her pledge a vow of silence about the pictures. Then and only then did I outline to her the plot that I had conjured up as I was driving home.
My domme enforcement plan, a plan in which I held high hopes that she would agree to participate in tomorrow, Sunday morning, that is if she was game for it… Wow, was she ever, she was all for it!
Sunday morning, again knowing that her husband would be at the course most of the day, I called Lucy, telling her to come over. Once again, there was that magical phrase of submissive response; music to my ears, this time on speaker phone in order that Linda could hear it also! “Yes Mistress!”
When she arrived I reminded her that she was here to do whatever I told her to do, no matter what it was, she was to comply with my every wish, do you understand me..?
“I understand Mistress”
Mmmm, there is something about that phrase that really makes my nipples tingle, in fact there have been a few times when she has said it that it has made me feel quite endearing her toward; I am going to have to ensure that she never gets a sense of it, my position of Mistress has to be endorsed to ensure her ongoing submission!
“You are to start by taking off all of my clothes, you are not to touch me, only my clothing!”
Dutifully, Lucy completed the assigned to task, but as she did so I noticed that the lower she got, the closer to my panties she came, her fingers began to tremble; she was biting her lower lip as her fingers tucked into the waist of my panties, and as she knelt to pull them down her face came close to my Mons, I was pleasured to see her inhale the odour of me as she passed close, but never touched! Now naked, I took her into the bedroom…
“Wow!” is all I can say about the ‘deer in the headlights look of surprise” when we walked in and she saw Linda lying in the bed! It was one of her looks that I had seen so often on Saturday; a look that never failed to give me a feeling of accomplishment!
“I am sure you remember Linda… Well from now on, whenever we are all together either here, or at your house, you will refer to her as Mistress Linda and I as Mistress Aimie, do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress… Mistress Aimie.”
When I told her she was to keep her clothes on and she was to eat Linda’s pussy, she fell right into her submissive roll. As she approached the bed Linda pulled the sheet to one side, exposing her naked body, her legs wide apart, her loving pussy open to view. As my bitch crawled between her legs Linda took hold of her head, momentarily telling her to go slow, to “Kiss my pussy lips first woman, don;t rush, we’ll both enjoy it more if you warm me and get me good and wet before you lick my slit!”
I could see from Linda’s reaction to “Yes Mistress Linda” that she got the same thrill from hearing it as I. Lucy kissed her mistress just as she was told. At one point Linda looked at me and smiled as she winked her satisfaction, her facial expression was soon to take on an enchanted demeanour as our slut toy began to really get into her slit. Linda was holding her head and drawing her tighter toward her. From my voyeurs advantage point at the foot of the bed I couldn’t stop myself from relishing in her enjoyment, I fingered my clit as I watched her getting closer and closer…
I almost left it too late, I almost lost the opportunity to really get down and dirty; really domme bitchy! Even Linda didn’t know I was planning this move.
Just in time, as Linda got close to orgasm, I told Lucy: “OK my little cunt munching slut; that’s enough, stop right there!” I denied her Linda’s orgasm, making her know that that pleasure was mine! So saying, I took over where I had told her to stop, but I also had plans for her: As I brought Linda off I had my bitch lying on her back and pleasuring my pussy with her tongue, but as I felt that inner glow begin to rise within me, as I sensed that Lucy slut had, by her tongue delving change of pace, become aware of my imminent orgasm, I also denied her the the pleasure of taking me to my peak! Rolling away from her attentive tongue I reached out to Linda, pushing her head to my crotch and telling Lucy that this privilege belonged to Linda that she was now to stand back and watch! I lay there, grasping Linda’s hair, pulling her to me, relishing in the voyeuristic exposure of my rising orgasm, looking straight into her face, I delighted in my denial of giving my ‘On Demand Pussy Pet’ the pleasure of bringing Linda and I to orgasm, a fact that was now a living, breathing, screaming and writhing element surging through every nerve of my body!
Now was my moment of ultimate control… To her obvious shock, I sent her home. As the door closed behind her I felt Linda’s arm circle around me, her breasts naked on my back as she said to me: “You can be a real bitch at times; do you know that?” But we both chuckled as I turned and kissed her before replying:
“I told you yesterday at breakfast I was pissed, but don’t get dressed just yet, because we haven’t quite finished!”
As we dressed in our house coats, I considered with her a couple of scenarios to which I had given some thought. One of which she found very appealing, it was with a wry smile on her face that we settled on our modus operandi, a plan that we sealed with yet another kiss; Linda picked up the phone, telling Lucy to return…
“Yes Mistress Linda.”
When she arrived Linda and I would double team on her, we have our fill of every portion of her vivacious body!
Her enthusiasm was evident; it seemed to be no time at all before the door bell chimed. After looking through the security lens to ensure that it was indeed her, we let her wait a few minutes longer before opening the door. Linda and I, wearing only the sheerest of silken Japanese Kimonos, each took her by a hand and returned her to our bedroom. Saying nothing, I stood in front of her, Linda behind and we proceeded to caress and fondle as we simultaneously stripped her of her clothing…
As we exposed more and more of her body Linda expressed to me a silent “Wow!” over the shoulder of Lucy as she saw, for the first time, the form and shape of this, I have to admit, beautiful woman come into her view! As we closed into her the silk of our kimono’s contacted her skin, our bodies now enveloping her as our arms drew her close. Linda’s fingers lightly touching close to the angle of her groins, my own fingers softly stroking the top of the crease between her buttocks: Lucy took in a deep sighing breath, her skin suddenly chilled, Goosebumps rippled beneath our touching! Leaning against her, I whispered into her ear:
“Does my Pussy Pet still want the kisses she asked for yesterday?”
“Oh yes Mistress… Mistress Aimie!”
As she said this Linda and I both allowed our Kimono to drop from our bodies to the floor… The response was all and more of which I had hoped; as our nipples came into contact with her skin, my own deftly touching her breasts, her body flushed with a sensual warmth, her face and torso reddening between us…
“Well kisses there may be; but what do you suppose we should have you do to earn those kisses?”
“Please Mistress Aimie, I don’t know?”
Linda and I both knew, we had planned it as soon as she had called our Pussy slut to come back. With our hands continuing to stroke her, I moved to her side and slightly behind, Linda mirroring my position where we lightly pushed our pussy mounds against the flesh of her buttocks, the radiant heat of of our pussies evident to all three, compounded by our touching the front of Lucy’s groin but not close enough… Not yet!
Linda whispered into her ear: “I think you should lay on the bed, and after showing us the lovely wetness of your pussy, you should masturbate using your fingers both in your pussy and over your clit, but if you don’t cum, then there will be no kisses, don’t you think that is fair? Of course, if you would like a little extra help, there is a vibrator under the pillow and, if you wish, Mistress Aimie and I would be happy to, perhaps, each suck on your nipples. Naturally if you think that might be too distracting, we’ll just sit and watch. What do you think?”
As Linda had been speaking to her our Pussy Pet had got redder and redder, her breathing deeper and deeper, I even had to stop her from touching her own pussy… Oh yes, we knew she was ready for this:
“Yes, Mistress Linda, yes, I want to do it all, I want to cum for you and Mistress Aimie!”
We took her hands and moved her toward the bed. At first we sat at the foot of the bed watching as our toy positioned herself. Legs wide open, her knees lightly bent up, as with both hands she stroked her pussy lips, a finger now sliding up and down her slit as she spread her lips apart, her wetness glistening on the smooth redness of her labia minora, now open to our view… Lying back the former rampant club bitch was now submissively masturbating for her two mistresses. As I watched, immured at her exposure to us I felt Linda’s hand move to my thigh, her fingers stroking. Although I smiled at her, it went unseen, her eyes fixed on all that was going on before her; she was licking her lips, as was I.
As Lucy became more and more animated in her masturbation, Linda took my hand, pulling me up the bed, moving us to Lucy’s sides where we each began to fondle those gorgeous hemispheres of tit, then to suckle on those hardened nipples… The effect of being double teamed on those amazing tits was electrifying. Lucy took a deep gasp of air; her pelvis lifted off the bed, her body quivering under this combination of touch. Linda’s face was mesmerizing, she licked her lips, her expression one I had seen so many times before in our love making. I knew exactly what was was going through her mind and watched in awe as she took hold of Lucy’s hand, pulling it away from her cunt as she quickly slipped between those glistening thighs, her mouth engulfing pussy; her tongue slithering up and down a very wet slit then diving in and out of her cunt. Lucy’s body action was uncontrollable as Linda finally sucked down hard onto her clit, I did likewise to the nipple in my mouth, biting it as I simultaneously twisted the other between my finger tips… Lucy’s body careened into climax under this unexpected barrage of sensation, screaming loudly, her orgasm causing her legs to tremble, as she grasped Linda by the hair and gushed pussy cum all over her face and into her mouth: “Oh FUCKKK! Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
“Mistress Linda, Mistress Aimie, Oh fuck”
She lay there breathing heavily. Linda continuing to imbibe the juices that still flowed from her pussy. I moved to her face smothering her lips with my own as our mouths opened and our tongues met for my first real kiss of this now cunt struck, no doubt completely changed woman! It was a delving kiss of mutual passion, want, need and desire, a kiss which went on and on until I felt her body suddenly tighten and brace beneath me. As I lifted my head to look at her, her mouth and eyes suddenly wide open, a look of surprise on her face as she held tight to my shoulders, her finger nails scratching into me… I looked to see what had happened, now to find Linda, wearing her favourite strap and fucking into Lucy…
Lucy’s next exclamation astonished both Linda and I as we heard her cry out: “Oghh Mistress Linda, please let me come on top!” Linda rolled away and I watched as Lucy sat astride her, watched again as the dildo disappeared in and out of her cunt as she fucked with abandon… Linda was grasping Lucy’s tits, who without breaking rhythm now leaned forward planting first one nipple and then the other into Linda’s mouth… Her beautiful light brown puckered arse fully exposed to my view; an arse I could no longer resist! I pulled on the harness I had used the day before; moved between Linda’s legs, lubricating the dildo as I did so, before slowly, carefully penetrating. As Linda fucked her cunt from below, she and Lucy kissing with absolute passion, I fucked her arse… It was not long before she was once again screaming to yet another orgasm, her entire body, as she later explained, stimulated beyond comprehension and belief, before she totally collapsed into post orgasmic exhaustion…
Discarding our straps we lay beside her, all three gradually slipping into a short sleep, a sleep from which I later awoke to the feel of a tongue slipping around and across my clit; it was Lucy, whom as I looked down, looked to me with a smile as she asked: “Mistress Aimie, I hope this is OK?” I said nothing I simply lay there and absorbed every exciting swipe of her tongue in and over my pussy and clit, as I then felt Linda’s kisses on my mouth and her hands fondling my tits.
Lucy had stopped eating me!? Linda pinched on my nipple, which always gets my attention, and as her tongue drew back from our kiss she smiled with a gleam in her eyes as she told me:
“It’s OK, I gave her permission”
At that moment I heard, and felt, a vibrating strap on dildo push into my cunt. Lucy had my strap on and was well and truly fucking me as well as I had her. It turned into an orgy of orgasms for all three of us that day. We each double fucked and were double fucked with mouths, fingers, scissor fucks and straps, and never once did she ever forget to refer to us as “Mistress Aimie and Mistress Linda.”
As she left late that afternoon I told her that I get home from work each weekday morning around 08:30, that she was to come around tomorrow about 09:00 and help me sleep:
“Yes Mistress Aimie”
Postlude: Over the weeks that followed Lucy did indeed become a changed person. Gone was the wicked bitch of the club, indeed, many commented to Linda and I, unknowing of all I/we, had put her through, what a nice person she had become. We simply agreed. Also gone are the titles of “Mistress A., or Mistress L., we are now all good friends and at least once, sometimes twice a week, great lovers, at least until the bitch teases either one of us with; “Mistress to you!!”
“Oh YEA… No Fucking Way Bitch, SLAP… Hahaha!”
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