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Leather and Lacy Ch. 01

By: mollyj



Unpacking her possessions and setting up a new room was something Lacy had done many times in her life. Being a trouble shooter for a large corporation, her father moved the family every year or two for as long as she could remember, and at each new town her father bought a broken house. The houses were in as bad a shape as the business he came to the new town to fix, his energy being totally devoted to fixing things. Each new house was repaired with the same efficiency he fixed the troubled business he was sent to. Lacy thought she was as close as anyone got to her father; even seeming to be distant to her mother.

Never available to her unless she had a problem, her father became present and attentive in her life as a problem solver and when the problem was fixed he would retreat into his own private world of business. Mostly being a shadow in her life, someone she saw passing through her world rather than someone she lived with. Other than having "dinner with the family" if he was in town, he didn't even keep the same schedule the family did. The family consisted of herself, her mother, the house keeper and the cook. Her mother remained the same, but the rest of her family changed with the houses.

This move had started the same way they always did with a casual announcement from her father at dinner. "I have put the house up for sale. I'll move next month and find a house. You'll move a month later." The words always shocked her and she usually cried, never having any say about when or where they would move next. Having no long term friends, she thought she never would.

This was the first time she had a choice as she did not have to move with her family, and she almost didn't. High School graduation was just two months away and she had her grandmother's trust available for her education. Registering at the local collage and renting an apartment in town was a viable option for her; however when the emotional cloud lifted enough for her to think, she realized she really had no emotional attachments in this town, and the local college was mediocre at best. Her grades would allow her to go to a university, there was a competent university in the town her father was moving to, so she packed up her few belongings one more time.

The move had been delayed for her graduation, and she was sure she had made the right decision the night of her senior prom when the young man she dated, turned out to be the worst date she had ever had. Fighting him off of her body the entire night, she finally fled from his car when he became insistent. Crying all the way home in the back seat of a cab, she felt lucky she had been able to get away from him; being sure he intended to force himself on her.

Leaving her memories in the past, she let herself get excited about her new location, knowing she could actually make friends, become wed to this city and cultivate long term friendships. This time, her room was actually a small cabin situated in the back yard, having been the ground keeper's cabin. The old house was large and the grounds around it were much larger. A landscape company had been contracted to keep up the yard which could be called a park, her father intended to remodel the old mansion into a fancy restaurant.

During the first dinner in the new house, her father in his usual efficient manner informed her until he had found a cook their meals would be catered, and he had not yet found a house keeper. It made no difference to her as she had always kept her room neat and tidy, and had always cleaned up after her mother whenever there was no house keeper available. Not sure what her mother did, she was sure it was not cooking or cleaning, and she could not picture her mother serving her father sexually, having never seen her parents kiss or cuddle. Any kisses she had seen were as intimate as a handshake. Her parents lived in the same house she did, but none of them lived in the same world.

Having few possessions, her room was in tidy order when she went to bed. Passion filled her mind as she slipped under her covers, being excited by the newness of it all especially her little house; for the first time she was not sleeping under the same roof as her parents. The idea of being able to come and go on her own brought her pleasure, the short path leading from the back kitchen door to her new house, seemed to be a mile long. For the first time, she felt separated from her parents as if she were actually living in her own apartment in another world.

When she pulled the covers over her head, her vagina flushed with wetness, having never been able to masturbate in the light. Only when she was in total darkness could she allow herself to feel the intense feral feelings filling her vagina and her mind. Having tried to find pleasure in fantasies of romance, first love and a handsome man, she never found any passion from those thoughts, only finding her passion in the safety of darkness. The driving arousal of her sexuality would overpower her completely, never seeming to be under her own control as if her sexual drive had a mind of her own.

Under the covers, her fantasy world also had a mind of its own. In her mind, she was always forced to preform sexually, never knowing who was forcing her, or what she was being forced to do, whenever her hands brought her to orgasm she always plead to her unknown assailant. "No. Please. No."

Pleas to her unseen assailant always brought her full vocal orgasms which took her mind completely. Being glad she did not have to roll over onto her stomach and bury her head in the pillow as she usually did, her masturbation paused for only a moment when her hands begin another round of pleasure. Pleading to her unknown assailant, she found another rich full orgasm before allowing herself to drift off into a contented sleep.

    ~*~

Waking up early as she usually did, she was bright and happy when she started her day, first dressing in her running clothes then doing her stretches. Standing in front of the mirror in her tiny shorts and her tee shirt, she thought maybe she looked pretty, although she didn't feel pretty, being sure her hips and ass were too big and her breasts were too small.

Slipping on her heavy sweat pants then zipping her heavy sweat shirt closed, she headed out the door for her morning run. When she ran Lacy was always in a world of her own. That was the only time she felt free and alive and was the only time she felt in control of her life. When she was running, there were neither parents nor teachers telling her what to do and when to do it. Having always been in charge of her life in the early mornings she loved the quiet time when she was alone.

The new driveway was about a quarter of a mile from the main road. The other direction was a mystery to her, loving to explore she turned up the road as she began to run. The houses along the way spoke of wealth, all of them being large and widely separated from each other, the closest neighbor being about a half a mile from her house. Being happy the road was on a slight incline, she knew she would be flying when she returned.

Having earned her letter in Track and Field, she had won medals and trophies for her running; however her legs did not grow long enough to enter into serious competition. It really made no difference to her as she loved to run. Running about five miles before she turned around, she let herself loose on her return trip being in high gear when she approached the closest neighbor's house. As she approached, she saw a woman walking down her driveway to the road, feeling somewhat imposed upon, she was surprised to see anyone up at this hour.

Reigning herself in, she came to a stop in front of the woman, breathing hard, bent at the waist with her hands on her knees, catching her breath when the woman spoke. "You must be the new neighbor. I was surprised to see anyone up at this hour. My husband Jim left for work just before you started your run. I usually have coffee by myself. Perhaps you'll join me, unless you're a health nut. If you are, I have tea or fruit juice. I hope you'll accept my invitation. It would be nice to have some company in the mornings."

Straightening up, her ragged breathing was smoothing out as she looked the woman over, thinking she was quite pretty. The woman was a matron, probably as old as her mother, and although her mother seemed old to her, this woman did not seem old at all, appearing mature to her rather than old, her bright aura seeming to be alive. Her breathing had calmed and evened out when she spoke. "I don't think I'm a health nut, but I do eat right. I usually have coffee after my morning run. I'll join you. I'm not used to having company in the mornings either. My parents are late raisers."

"Do you run every morning?"

"Most mornings: It's my favorite thing to do."

Laughing with a light lilting voice, she took her by the arm as she led her to the house. "Obviously you haven't discovered sex. When you do, running will no longer be your favorite thing to do."

Blushing furiously at the woman's statement, she was not sure what to say; however, it made no difference as when she became embarrassed she was always tongue tied. When she tried to talk, her words caught in her throat and she stammered if she was embarrassed; becoming embarrassed quite easily.

Letting herself be led in silence, the woman seated her at a kitchen nook that was almost an enclosed patio where she could see the corner of her little cabin across the large field that separated the two properties. Serving coffee, the woman's robe gaped open as she leaned over to set the cup down, displaying her naked body under the robe, her large breasts produced a cleavage even without a bra. As she caressed Lacy with her eyes, she spoke with a smile. "I'm Marie. I hope we'll become friends. It's nice living in the country, but it's also lonely."

The sight of the woman's naked body did not bring embarrassment as it usually would have; instead she felt a flush of sexual arousal at the sight, which brought embarrassment and a new flush of red to her face, stammering as she spoke, "I'm Lacy." Wanting to say more, her tongue was frozen.

"What a lovely name. I love lace. I'm sure you look good in lace. Leather and lace are two of my favorite things."

The statement caused her to flush all over again, blushing harder when Marie leaned over and kissed her fully, although the kiss was neither lewd nor sexual by nature. Words jumbled in her mind, being unable to speak she did not knowing how to react, although her vagina knew how to react. She flushed with arousal and lubrication as her hips began to rock while her panties dampened. Sexual arousal for her was rare except alone under her covers and had never been risen by a woman before. It was all strange to her. The only thing she was sure of was she wanted to let her hand go to her vagina. The urge was almost uncontrollable as was her urge to reach over and kiss Marie.

Bowing her head she retreated into herself, knowing she could not talk she held her coffee cup like a shield between herself and Marie who appeared light and airy, sitting in confidence and poise. Seeming to glow with vibrant energy, Lacy was overwhelmed by her beauty when she spoke in a light easy air. "Drink your coffee. I'll get some clothes on." Speaking over her shoulder as she left the room, her voice was flavored with humor. "We should both be dressed, or we should both be naked."

Setting her cup on the table, covering her face with her hands, her heart was beating as if she were still running. Her lower lip trembled while her mind was in complete turmoil, being shocked by Marie's open easy air about sex and nudity, being even more shocked by her own response; full sexual heat. Hands moving as if they were not her own, she unzipped her sweatshirt then slipped it off, leaving her damp tee shirt clinging to her small breasts, with nipples fully erect, her vagina called to her hand, wanting to masturbate, she knew she would if she sat much longer. Standing up and pacing, she tried to calm herself, but neither her body nor her mind was calm.

Returning to the room as light and chipper as she had left, Marie was now dressed in a light full skirt, and an almost transparent blouse, displaying her corset while accentuating her full cleavage which was now fuller and her waist narrower as she walked easily in her high heels. When she sat down Lacy returned to her seat.

Fondling her body with her eyes as she spoke, Marie's voice was filled with seduction. "Maybe I should have undressed you, instead of getting my clothes on. You look good enough to eat. You are quite pretty."

Everything flushed in Lacy's body when she stammered out her reply with a trembling lip. "Not as pretty as you are." Being shocked by her own words, she blushed as she bowed her head before Marie, knowing she could not look at her and bowing her head right then seemed natural to her.

Lifting her head with her hand she kissed her lightly, and then spoke with an amused lilt. "I bet you say that to all of the girls."

Amazed she could say anything, as she usually could not talk when she was embarrassed; her words issued without thought, being even more amazed at the words that left her mouth, almost as if someone else was talking. "I've never said anything like that to anyone before, especially not a woman. If there is a girl in this room it's me."

With eyes sparkling, she pulled Lacy to her feet taking her into a close embrace; her kiss was deep and full. Smiling broadly when she broke the kiss, her words sparkled with amusement. "You do not look like a girl. You do not feel like a girl. You still kiss like a girl. I'll teach you. Kiss me."

Reacting without thought, she reached her head up and kissed Marie, who took over the kiss that started out chastely, filling her mouth with erotic passion, lightly caressing Lacy's almost bare breast as she kissed her, bringing her to full arousal before she broke the kiss Lacy had begun. "That's better. I still feel like I am kissing a girl. I only kiss adults like this. Try it again."

When she kissed Marie again, she let herself share her excitement with her as she kissed her deeply, bringing her body alive with passion as she rubbed herself against her while Marie explored her body with her hands, leaving Lacy breathless when she broke the kiss. Being unable to look at Marie, she bowed her head.

"That was much better. I'm looking forward to our date tonight. I will expect you about eight. Jim is out of town, so it will be just us women. Dress up. I love to dress up. I would love to get to know you better right now, but business calls. I work at home, but it's still a job. My employee will be here shortly. Kiss me then I'll get to work. I'm sure your day is also full."

Her head was spinning when she kissed Marie with passion, not wanting to leave, having never been this aroused before. Her hips rocked against her body as she kissed her, while Marie's hand slid down her back, lightly fondling her ass.

Trembling with excitement when she left Marie's house, all she could think about was her bed and her arousal, barely getting into her cabin before she began to masturbate and barely able to get her clothes off before she rose to orgasm. Not even thinking about covering herself with her blankets, she spread her legs wide as she shuddered with one powerful orgasm after another full, feral and vocal, however she did not plead to her unknown assailant. Visions of Marie filled her mind as she shuddered and writhed in her orgasm, having never been this excited before.

When she relaxed into her afterglow, she was still sexually charged, petting her vagina for the sheer pleasure of it and as she relaxed, she began to think about what had just happened being sure Marie wanted her sexually. While not being sure what that meant, she as sure she also wanted it.

Confused, muddled thoughts filled her mind throughout the day, being punctuated with flushes of pure sexual arousal, bringing her to masturbation several times throughout the day without covering herself, even though she rarely masturbated during the day. Being confused, and fully aroused, all she could think about throughout the day was her date.

At dinner she told her parents she had met the new neighbor and was going to her house to visit after dinner. When she returned to her cabin, she was flushed and trembling as she searched her clothes for the right outfit. She rarely went to social functions, always feeling awkward and out of place. Having never had a date that had not turned out to be a disaster, she had spent most of her dates listening to him talk about himself, or even worse fending off crude assaults on her body.

Making decisions was always hard for her, but it was easier tonight as her decisions were limited by the clothes she had, which were mostly modest in style, having never been comfortable in public with anything that did not cover and hide her sexuality. Tonight she wanted to be feminine and adult and was sure she wanted to wear lace. Having never made the erotic connection between her name and lace before, she was surprised she had not.

Finally deciding on her light summer dress which was quite short, the wide flaring skirt taking attention away from her hips and ass which she had always felt they were too big, having grown much faster than her breasts, which never did fill out the way her ass and hips did. With a heavy sweat shirt on, she looked like she didn't have any tits. The dress was cut low to show the swell of her small breasts. It was brightly colored with a floral print, the short sleeves and neck line adorned with delicate lace. It was the closest thing she had to anything that could be considered sexy.

The sexy underwear in her drawer always brought a flush to her face, having bought them with high hopes of being uncovered by the right man. As a result, they were almost all brand new. Although she had worn some of them to masturbate in, other than that they had lived in the drawer while she waited for the right man to enter her life.

White was for chastity. Pink was for girls. They were out of the picture right off. Red called to her, thinking red was a color of a woman, she didn't think she was ready for red just yet, finally picking out a bra and panties set in deep emerald green which matched her eyes, and always looked good on her.

Having bought the stockings with the same expectations she had when she had bought the underwear, she pulled the sensuous lime green silk onto her legs; securing them with bright green garters. Looking at her reflection in the mirror before she put her dress on, she thought she might be sexy if only she had any tits, thinking she looked like a grade school girl from the waist up.

Even as she dressed, it was hard for her to believe she was dressing for a date with a woman. The idea had never occurred to her, even though she knew of such things she had always pictured her sexuality connected to a man. There was no doubt in her mind about the sexual nature of her date, Marie having been quite clear about her intentions with her kisses and innuendos.

After she put her dress on, she again looked at herself in the mirror, being somewhat pleased with the look she presented, seeing a sexy woman looking back at her, wondering why she had never seen herself as sexy before. At her best she only ever looked cute to herself. Marie had called her pretty. She still had problems with that, but tonight she looked sexy: that was close enough.

Excitement filled her mind while her vagina filled with anticipation, rocking her hips without conscious thought as she sat before the mirror doing her makeup. Although she seldom wore make up, tonight she wanted to look like a woman even if she still felt like a girl. Flushing with arousal as she applied her makeup, maturing her face while she watched her eyes came alive with the shades of green she applied with care to her eyes. When she was done, she surveyed herself before the mirror. Even her petite breasts did not detract from her maturity, seeing a woman looking back at her, wishing she felt as mature as she looked. She thought to herself, "I'm sure Marie will help me with that."


Leather and Lacy Ch. 01



As soon as the thought formed, her face reddened with embarrassment, she could not think straight and knew she could not talk. Even as her mind went in a thousand different directions, her vagina had no problem with the thought, swelling with her rising arousal. She turned and quickly walked out the door, being afraid she would lose her courage if she thought about any of it. The chill night air lowered her temperature and her arousal. Almost going back for a coat, instead she walked briskly towards Marie's house, her sexual arousal returned as she neared the house, fear and excitement flavored her arousal while her hips rocked and her nose flared when she rang the doorbell. The cold night air and her arousal swelled her nipples to ridged points, clearly evident through the thin material of her dress and bra.

A young woman about her own age answered the door. Surprised shock set off her adrenaline causing her body to tremble. Part of her wanted to kick off her dress shoes and run, while part of her wanted to slap the young woman in front of her. Having thought she would be alone with Marie, her eyes filled with tears without crying. The young woman spoke brightly. "You must be Lacy. I'm Ellen. Marie will be with us in a moment. Please come in. My mistress was right. You are pretty."

When Ellen stepped into her space, kissing her fully, she was completely frozen unable to respond, her chaotic mind filled with a myriad of conflicting thoughts. She was furious, not wanting to share Marie with anyone; although she wanted to slap her at the same time her vagina flushed with full arousal. Her lips did not move to accept the kiss, although her vagina did. Stepping closer, Ellen let Lacy's hips caress hers for a moment then suddenly broke the kiss. Turning pertly away from the door, taking her by the hand, she led her into the house, seating her on a wide couch in the den while kneeling up on the couch next to her.

When she looked the young woman over, she was somewhat jealous of her ample breasts. The short white skirt sat low on her hips; her breasts were covered with a soft clinging material that covered one shoulder, leaving one shoulder and her midriff bare except for the diamond stud in her navel. A thin gold collar encircled her neck, while golden bangle bracelets on both wrists flashed when she moved as did the rings on almost every finger, most of them holding gems. Her bright smile could be heard in her voice. "I want to kiss you again, but it would spoil your makeup. My mistress would be very upset."

"Indeed I would."

Somewhat startled Lacy's eyes and attention moved to Marie in the doorway dressed all in black, standing tall on her heels in perfect posture; her short skirt fit tightly to her body being held in place by a modestly wide leather belt. The sheer blouse did nothing to hide the corset she wore under it. Commanding Ellen while she let her eyes caress Lacy, her voice was colored with amusement as she sized up her prey. "Serve us all a drink. Something smooth, that has a kick and goes down easily. There will be plenty of time to kiss her; the night is as young as Lacy is."

"Yes mistress."

Shock filled her mind and her eyes widened when Ellen rose to obey Marie's order. Trembling with emotion everything in her wanted to run, except her eyes and her vagina. Unable to take her eyes from the beautiful woman standing in the doorway, her vagina flushed, fully aroused and open, filled with the liquid of her arousal as she took control of Lacy's hips and her common sense.

Although Marie's voice was soft, her words were clearly commands. "Stand up. Turn around slowly. Let me see your beauty. You have dressed well. I will dress you properly later."

Blushing as she complied with her orders, she could feel Marie's eyes caressing her as if they were hands. Taking her into a close embrace, she kissed her fully with passion as her hands lightly fondled her full ass and tiny tits. Breaking the kiss she spoke softly into her mouth. "Sit down. Have your drink. Get to know your sister Ellen. She is your sister as of now." Breaking the embrace, she led her back to the couch as she continued. "Tonight I will be your aunt... your strict aunt."

After Ellen served the drinks she returned to the couch, kneeling beside Lacy, sparkling with passion, her voice pleading. "Can I kiss her now Auntie. I really want to."

"Have your drink first. Give your sister time to relax. She seems a little tense right now."

"Yes Auntie."

Using a small remote to lower the lights and raise the music, Marie lit a soft spot light in the center of the room. The music was light, sensuous and ethereal. As Lacy continued drinking, she could feel the alcohol relax her mind, calming its wild ravings. Sitting close to her, Marie commanded Ellen without looking at her. "Dance for us. Dance to raise our passion."

"Yes Auntie," slipped smoothly out of Ellen's mouth while seduction flowed from Marie's flirting eyes. 

While her tongue explored Lacy's mouth, her hands explored her body, raising her arousal to passion, her kisses being intensely erotic. Breaking the kiss, her hands continued to pet her body while speaking softly into her ear. "Do you think she is beautiful?"

Looking at Ellen as she danced, she became excited watching her remove her top. As she swayed to the music, her full breasts moved easily, her nipples in full erection. Lacy's vagina swelled with arousal, while she watched the sexy young woman dancing before her, exuding sexuality with every move.

The sharp voice, harsh and demanding, broke her fascination while capturing her attention. "I asked a question. I demand an answer. I will slap you if you do not answer properly. Do you think she is pretty?"

Lowering her head and her eyes, she stammered in a tiny voice. "Yes Auntie. She is beautiful."

Pulling her head up, capturing her eyes with her own, Marie watched her intently as she spoke. "She's mine. I own her. She is my slave. Tonight you will command her."

Before she could respond, Marie filled her mouth with her passion and her tongue, slipping her hand under Lacy's panties, stroking her wet vagina then pulled her fingers to her mouth. With sparkling eyes, she smiled at Lacy while licking her fingers, speaking with a sultry voice. "I know she excites you. I also excite you. Call your sister to you. Make her kiss you. Put her on her knees before you... I'll slap you if you do not."

Confusion took her mind while her vagina ruled her hips as tears filled her eyes, trying to speak, she only stammered. Being shocked into action by the sharp slap to her face, which brought more noise than pain, she spoke without thinking her voice weak and shallow, holding no power. "Ellen, come to me."

Another slap and harsher commands greeted Lacy's tiny voice. "Do not ask her. Command her."

This time her voice was stronger. "Ellen. Come kneel before me."

"Take her by the hair. Pull her up. Kiss her. Make her serve you."

Everything was strange to Lacy including her raging passion. Letting the passion in her body fill her mind she pulled Ellen's head up by her hair, speaking her first real command. "Kiss me, or I'll slap you."

A pleasure she had never experienced before filled her mind when she let herself be in charge. Marie's incessant, intimate caresses and her sharp bites to her neck between passionate kisses kept her arousal full. Between kisses filled with erotic passion, Marie's commanding voice was insistent. "Make her take your panties off. Put her head between your legs where it belongs. Make her do it. Slap her if she does not. Or just slap her because it brings you pleasure. She kneels before you for your pleasure. Make the bitch serve you. Your pleasure is all that matters."

The commanding nature residing in the voice, and her own driving arousal, took over her mind completely erasing all reservations. Even though her face was flushed with embarrassment and arousal, she spoke her commands harshly with as much authority as she could manage. "Take my panties off, bitch. Take them off now."

Even though she was complying with her command, Lacy slapped her face harshly, feeling a powerful surge of arousal in her vagina and pleasure in her mind when she did. Slapping Ellen again, expanding the pleasure in her mind, she felt good about the power that had filled her voice as if she were a different person speaking.

Winding her fingers into Ellen's hair, she found another surge of pleasure and arousal. As soon as Ellen had removed her panties, she pulled her head to her raging vagina. The shock of the intense sensations brought a loud feral quality to her voice as she moved Ellen's head with her hands, while she directed her tongue with her words. "Eat me bitch. Use your tongue. Get me off."

While Marie sat close to her, she masturbated as she watched, being pleased with it all, producing pleasure with her hand, and even more pleasure being totally in charge. Right now she was playing, being sure she would taste her lust later.

When Lacy rose to her orgasm, arching her back she tried to stifle her voice. The sharp slap to her face shocked her as did Marie's commanding voice. "Scream bitch. I'll hear your screams of pleasure, or I'll hear your screams of pain."

Letting the deep feral sounds that came from deep inside herself out her mouth, she screamed out her pleasure, vibrating with the intensity of it, her voice becoming words as her orgasm peaked. "So good: ... It's so good."

Muting her voice, Marie took the raising passion from her mouth raising it higher. Shuddering in little waves of pleasure, she accepted and returned Marie's kisses, being intensely happy as her passion rose with her pleasure. Even though her afterglow relaxed her, her hips still rocked and her vagina did not close as she lay back in full bloom with her legs fully open. With a bright smile, Marie stood up, removed her belt then handed it to Ellen with a crisp command. "Put this on, bitch. Your sister, will use it later."

"Yes Auntie."

As she buckled the belt loosely around her naked waist, the diamond stud in her navel peeked over the top of the belt flashing in the light as her hips rocked. Removing her skirt and blouse, Marie stood over them in a short black corset that left her bare from the waist down. Pulling Lacy to her feet, she took her into a deep embrace, her voice sparkling with excitement. "Now you will dance for me while your sister serves me. You will be naked when we are both finished. Leave your stockings on: Nothing else."

When she started to turn to obey, Marie slapped her sharply. Her command was just as sharp. "I am very strict. You will always answer me."

Almost in tears, she responded. "Yes auntie."

Stepping into the soft spotlight, the rest of the world ceased to exist as if someone had switched it off. Unable to see anything except herself in the small circle of light all that remained in her world was the soft sensuous music and her rising lust. There was no question in her mind as to what Marie wanted from her as she had many times fantasized of dancing a dance of seduction, however in her dreams she had always been dancing for a man. Finding the same pleasure she had found in her dreams, she danced for Marie to raise her passion. Removing her clothing slowly, she offering Marie a gift of her nakedness, her arousal rising higher with each piece of clothing she removed from her body.

Letting her hands free as she danced, she raised her passion until she could no longer stand, collapsing onto the floor, she continuing her dance of desire. Arching her back while raising her hips from the floor, she was no longer dancing, now masturbating to the music, her hands and hips moved rhythmically as she rose to her orgasm. Lost in her own world, she only became aware of Marie when she heard her rise to her vocal orgasm. The sounds of Marie's passion raised her own passion higher, finding another orgasm as she listened.

The power of her orgasm filled her body with spasms, while the sounds of Marie's orgasm filled her mind with pleasure. Having no time to relax into her afterglow, Marie's voice was soft and sensuous; however the softness of her voice did not change the nature of her commands. "Come to me. Kneel before me. Drink my passion."

"Yes Auntie," fell naturally from her lips, now being compelled to obey Marie, having neither the will nor the desire to disobey her, wanting to please her in every way. Kneeling up, she posed for Marie, offering herself to her as she slowly crawled out of the circle of light that had separated them. When her eyes adjusted to the dim light in the room, she saw Marie sitting back on the couch with her legs open, her eyes alive with excitement while Ellen lay on her back at her feet, smiling contentedly as she masturbated.

Marie's open vagina called to her like a magnet. Sparkling with excitement as she crawled to her, everything in her wanted to please her. Unable to do anything but obey, she flirted with her as she slowly crawled to kneel between her legs.

Being assaulted by the deep heady aroma of Marie's passion, her arousal flared. The smell and sight of Marie's vagina sent a flash of arousal through her that took her mind away. Shuddering as she swelled with passion, her hand went naturally to her own vagina. Leaning her head down, she kissed Marie's open wetness while Marie took control of her head with her hands and her words. "Eat me bitch. Taste my passion. Drink it all. Give me your passion while you do."

The wetness of Marie's passion muffled her reply. Feeling an intense flush of arousal when she filled her mouth with the sweet, salty taste of Marie's liquid passion, she drank from her like drinking fine wine. The intoxication it brought was the heady intoxication of pure lust. Singing a duet of lust, Marie's voice filled the air while Lacy's voice filled her vagina. Being in love with the taste and smell of Marie, she drank deeply, wanting only to please her, even her orgasm was for her pleasure.

Both women shuddered and shook as tremors of pleasure spread through their bodies in their afterglow as Marie pulled her up and kissed her deeply. Breaking the kiss, Marie's voice filled with passion and amusement. "You still kiss like a girl. You will learn quickly. You have no choice. I will have you as a woman. You will serve me well. I demand it."

"Yes Auntie."

"Ellen, get your lazy slut ass up off the floor. Clean your sister then serve us drinks. The night is as young as Lacy is."

"Yes Auntie."

Pulling her away from Marie onto her back on the rug, she knelt between her legs, smiling deeply as she licked the secretions of her passion from her thighs. When Ellen's mouth met her vagina, her passion flared, becoming instantly aroused. The sound of Marie's voice seemed distant yet was insistent in her demands. "Make her do it. Slap her. Call her a bitch. Make her serve you."

"Yes Auntie."

Pulling Ellen's mouth to her vagina, she held her mouth tightly to her as she let her hips free to masturbate against Ellen's animated mouth, feeling a surge of power greater than her passion. Feelings of power were unknown to Lacy, having never been in charge of anything in her life, except her running. Erotic sensations filled her mind, loving the intense sexual pleasure that Ellen's mouth brought to her. Being in her own world of pleasure, Marie's words, powerful and threatening, came like a shock to her. "I gave you an order bitch. Slap her, or I'll slap you."

Obeying without thought, she pulled Ellen's head up as she acknowledged her orders. "Yes Auntie." New waves of pleasure filled her when she slapped Ellen, growling out her commands, her voice filled with passion and authority. "Bitch: Do it right. I'll slap you until you do."

With her eyes sparkling with excitement, she replied, "Yes sister," loving both her own submission and the pain.

Slapping her again, she felt a surge of passion fill her mind from the sound of the slap alone. Pulling Ellen's head back down to her wet vagina, she was no longer following Marie's orders, being totally into her own pleasures that came from Ellen's mouth and the power she held over her and as she rose to her orgasm she screamed out her words. "Fucking bitch, whore. Eat me right." Pulling her head up, she slapped her again, convulsing with a full orgasm she used Ellen's mouth to bring her passion higher. Having never been this aroused before she shuddered out her orgasm, and as her passion shrank, her excitement rose. The power she held over Ellen raised her excitement higher, flavoring her voice. "Clean me up, bitch. Do it right."

"Yes sister." 

As she licked the excess passion from her she smiled loving the taste as well as her own submission. While Ellen cleaned her, she gave her pleasure to Marie with her eyes. When Marie opened her arms, issuing her non-verbal command, she swelled with happiness, smiling from deep within herself as she crawled up into her arms.

The full embrace enveloped her, while animated hands moved lightly across her body, being deeply into her afterglow, she found great pleasure in the light caresses of her body. Although she was content, Marie was not; her eyes sparkled with excitement that intruded into Lacy's contentment, which fled in an instant being replaced with the stirrings of her arousal as Marie's excitement rose her own.

Following unspoken commands, Ellen served drinks onto the table then sank to her knees at her mistress's feet, who stroked her head as if she were a pet. Feeding Lacy her drink from her mouth while fondling her with intent, Marie's eyes were as commanding as her voice. "We have had our pleasure. Your sister is still in need. Ellen, give your sister the belt."

"Yes Auntie," fell from Ellen's lips as she sat tall on her knees with her head bowed and her legs apart, smiling as she removed the belt from around her waist. First kissing the belt she then offered it to Lacy on her open hands with her head bowed. 

Blushing as she looked down at Ellen and the offered belt, she was suddenly caught in her embarrassment, sitting frozen with wide eyes not knowing what to do. Her attention was instantly shifted to Marie by the sharp slap to her face, and the harsh commands from her mouth. "Take the belt bitch, or I will. If I take the belt, I'll use it on you."

Before she could think about her command Marie took her into a deep passionate kiss. While her hands erotically teased, her eyes sparkled with amusement, smiling brightly as she broke the kiss; her voice became soft, soothing and seductive. "Maybe you would rather have the belt on your ass instead of in your hand... Your sister does."

As if watching herself, she picked up the belt from Ellen's hand thinking it was somewhat surrealistic, being totally confused, and totally aroused it was as if someone else was acting while she watched. All of the strange feelings and emotion's turned into tears in her eyes. Her voice stammered as she spoke. "I don't think I can hit her. I've never hit anyone before."

"Don't lie to me bitch. You loved slapping her; I could see it in your eyes. You will serve your sister in her need. She finds no pleasure without pain. You will give her both. If you don't find pleasure using the belt on her, I'll enjoy myself using it on you... Make her serve you. Make her cry."

With tears flowing down her cheeks, her hand trembled and her face and shoulders were flushed. Even in her embarrassment, her vagina flushed with the moisture of her arousal. Frozen in place with the belt in her hand, she was shocked out of her confusion by Marie's sharp slap and tart words. "I gave you an order. I heard no reply."

"Yes Auntie."

Waves of excitement filled her as she stood over Ellen. Having never felt powerful before, it was as if a different person was in her body. A smile spread across her face, filling her mind as she spoke down to Ellen in a voice that was feral, filled with her excitement, her body flushed with arousal when she spoke with authority. "Look at me bitch."




Leather and Lacy Ch. 01



"Yes sister."

When Ellen raised her eyes, she saw the sparkle of excitement flashing in them, letting herself go, she slapped her, shuddered with pleasure then slapped her again. Being surprised at the intensity of her excitement, her hand went to her vagina as she used the belt on Ellen's back. Standing up close to Ellen with her pubic mound pressed against her face, she slashed her ass with the belt, while Marie's insistent voice came to her as if from a distance. "Make her do it. Make her cry. Make her give you her pleasure. Call her a bitch."

"Yes Auntie," came from her mouth without thought as she circled Ellen, using the belt as she walked around her leaving bright red splotches across her body, masturbating as she did. Commanding Ellen brought her as much pleasure as using her hand between her legs, or the belt on Ellen's ass while her order rang out powered by her lust. "Get your hands in your cunt bitch. I'll beat your fucking ass until you get off."

The crude words coming from her own mouth shocked her: She never spoke that way. As Ellen moved her hands to her vagina, she lowered her head onto the rug. Looking up, her eyes filled with tears as she begged. "Please sister. Please don't make me do this. Don't make me do it in front of our Auntie. Please."

With sparkling eyes filled with excitement and lust, the pleasure in her mind was as full as the pleasure in her vagina as she concentrated her lashes on Ellen's upturned ass, which was bright red when her tears began to flow. Ellen's hips were alive with passion as she crooned out her pleasure while she worked her hand furiously across the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her vagina, singing out her orgasm.

Unable to stand she collapsed onto the rug, pulling Ellen's head to her open wet vagina, commanded her with her new found power. "Eat me bitch. Eat me like a slut. Make me cum." While using the belt on Ellen's back and thighs, she became lost in lust, using the belt for her own pleasure. All that mattered to her was her pleasure, and as her orgasm rose she looked intently at Marie, sharing her pleasure with her through her eyes, finding even more pleasure seeing Marie's contentment. As she shuddered out her orgasm, she shared it with Marie, having no thought of Ellen or of her pleasure, accepting her mouth and submission like a dildo. Falling back into a cloud of bliss, nothing existed for her, but her waning pleasure and Marie's smile.

Lightly petting her vagina as she watched, Marie's pleasure was not sexual, however her dominance of the two women preforming for her brought her as much pleasure as sex did.



Leather and Lacy Ch. 02



Watching the two women laying in repose at her feet, she cuddled into her own contentment, letting them rest as she sipped her drink, petting herself for the sheer pleasure of it, knowing she would find her arousal later, and knew the longer she waited for her pleasure the greater it would be. When she felt her passion rising, she called Lacy to her with her eyes. Crawling up into her arms, she was intently happy accepting her kiss with passion and a lively tongue. Marie's voice was clear and sharp with just a hint of amusement. "You still kiss like a girl. You use a belt like a girl. Maybe I should send you home to your parents."

 When she heard the words, her eyes flew open with shock. Kneeling up next to Marie, she kissed her with all of the passion she had, letting her hands roam across her ample body, feeling her nipples swell as she fondled her breasts. When she broke the kiss, she let her hands continue their exploration of her body while bowing her head as she spoke with as much confidence as she could find within herself, the words seemed to come from a stranger, living inside of her head. "Maybe you should take me to your bed. My parents can't make a woman out of me. I'm sure you can."

 Amusement filled her voice when she spoke. "That kiss was more like a woman. I'll take you to my bed when you can kiss like a woman. Not before... Practice on your sister. Make her do it."

 "Yes Auntie," fell from her lips while excitement sparkled in her eyes when she heard Marie's commands, both wanting to please Marie, and wanting to experience the pleasure of dominance again. Not only had she never experienced the thrill of dominance, she had never even thought about it before. Arousal rose to passion when she pulled Ellen onto her knees then slapped her, her eyes filled with excitement as she asked her sister, "Bitch, can you kiss like a woman?"

 "Yes sister. My mistress taught me how."

 A broad smile captured her face when she knelt in front of Ellen. "Teach me right now bitch."

 "Yes sister."

 Taking her into an intimate embrace while kissing her with her whole body as well as her mind, she filled Lacy with passion she had in abundance. Although her recent orgasm had been full and pleasant, she needed more than pleasant, wanting to taste lust, which only came from pain, and leather powered by a strong hand; and her complete submission. The intensity of her kiss was strengthened by her animated tongue and hands, both driven by her rising passion.

 As the kiss assaulted her senses, her passion flared to full arousal taking her rationality from her, empowering her own hands which moved of their own accord, loving the softness of Ellen's breasts as much as she loved the hardness of her nipples. Breathless from the kiss, she smiled and then slapped her again. The power of the slap was reflected in the power of her commands colored with arousal and dominance. "Do it again bitch. I'll end the kiss when I'm done. You bitch will do what I tell you to do."

 Sparkling with excitement, Ellen pulled back a little, her eyes filling with tears, which could be heard in her pleading voice. "Please sister. Don't make me do this. Please."

 Hearing Ellen plead, raised her passion and her dominance bringing one hand between her legs without conscious thought, raising her passion higher when she slapped her again. The weight of her authority sharpened her voice, raising it in volume and intensity. "Do it bitch. Do it now. Kiss me like a woman."

 "Yes sister." The words were spoken without emotion while the kiss she delivered contained only modest passion.

 With her eyes on fire Lacy pulled away from her, her voice rang out strong and clear as she slapped her first one way then the other. The venom of her anger filled her aura as well as her voice. Even as she spoke she was surprised at her own fury. "Kiss me like the slut whore I know you are. I'll slap you until you do. Your kiss had better excite me more than slapping you does. Slapping you bitch, brings me a lot of pleasure."

 "Yes sister."

 As she complied, Ellen kissed her with as much passion as she had with the first kiss this time there were tears in her eyes along with the passion in her mouth. While accepting the kiss she took pleasure intimately caressing her body. While Ellen continued the kiss, she let herself become filled with the passion of arousal. When she was completely filled with raging passion she broke the kiss, pushing Ellen away from her, wanting only one thing as she moved with intent to Marie. Raging with lust, she took her into a full embrace then kissed her deeply, letting herself free to pour out all of her passion into the kiss.

 First accepting the kiss, Marie then took over the kiss. Being overwhelmed by the intensity of Marie's passion, her body came fully alive, being shocked at the intensity of her own lust. In full control of the situation Marie broke the kiss to push her head down her body letting her passion rise with the trail of kisses she left down her body to her open vagina. With a voice filled with passion and control she issued her command. "Kiss me like a woman bitch."

 "Yes Auntie."

 Calling Ellen to her with her eyes she accepted Lacy's passionate kiss between her legs as Ellen knelt up next to her, kissing her deeply. The anger that filled her mind did not raise, rather it flared into her being fully roused the instant Ellen knelt next to Marie. Not wanting her to share any of Marie's passion, wanting it all for herself, her desire to slap her filled her mind completely. This time her desire to slap her was not to raise her passion, but to vent her anger. Putting all of the passion into her mouth, and all of her anger into her eyes, she smoldered with her rage, wanting more than anything to stand over her with the belt in her hand. The intensity of her desire filled her mind, being delivered to Marie through her active mouth: The desire to please Marie was stronger than her anger.

 The full satisfying orgasm Marie experienced was pleasant, but did not rise to lust which was hard for her to find as her life was quite jaded. A whip in her hand was a requirement as she could only find her lust with leather in her hand. Visions of standing over Lacy with a whip as she licked her heels brought her higher as she rocked herself against her face. Letting her orgasm subside, she was content: The night was still as young as Lacy was.

 Settled back into the couch, she made the women take turns feeding her drinks from their mouths while she fondled them both up to passion focusing her seduction onto Lacy kissing her deeply while filling her with erotic sensations. Humor and contentment flavored her voice when she broke the kiss. "You're kissing, has improved. It will get better when I dress you like a woman. I have always liked to dress up my dolls. You do look like a little doll right now. I'll fix that as well. I intend to have a woman, not a doll, in my bed tonight. I demand it. Come with me. Ellen, crawl behind us."

 The women spoke in unison. "Yes Auntie."

 When Marie turned to lead them out of the room, she glared out her anger at Ellen. The communication was intense, however it only lasted a moment then excitement took her mind as she turned to follow, wondering where she was being led.

 While accepting the glaring anger as foreplay for her complete submission to Lacy, being sure she was strong enough to demand her total submission and obedience, and, was sure her mistress would give her a whip. Knowing where her mistress was leading them her passion had already turned to lust,

 After leading them down a long hallway, she opened the door and switched on soft indirect lighting and a narrow spotlight that lit up a small round stage in the center of the room. As Lacy's eyes adjusted to the dim light she was assaulted by the musky smell of leather, the room being filled with the sensuous smell that filled her with deep feral emotions, raising her to full arousal with the deeply erotic smell alone.

 Wanting to kiss Marie again, she turned towards her with intent, being frustrated in her desire as Marie walked crisply away from her to stand before the back wall, which was covered with drawers half way up the wall. Above the drawers was a long closet rod filled with leather wear in a myriad of colors and styles. Rummaging through the drawers Marie threw a set of plain white cotton panties and bra to Ellen without looking at her as she spoke. "Put these on. Take off your heels, and stockings."

 "Yes Auntie."

 Opening another drawer, Marie spoke over her shoulder as she rummaged. "You had better fight for your modesty tonight young lady. If you roll onto your back like a street whore, you'll be unable to walk in the morning."

 "Yes mistress."

 Crisply turning, she stepped up to Ellen with intent then slapped her. With a harsh voice and cold glaring eyes she assaulted her. "Tonight I am your aunt. Do not forget again. You could spend the night in bondage... in the closet... by yourself."

 "Yes Auntie."

 Marie's attention in an instant returned to the drawers. As Lacy watched, her anger rose, being furious Marie's attention was being shared. Like a compulsion she wanted to tie Ellen up and put her in the closet, and hoped Marie would. Pleasure accompanied her anger which raised her passion higher, and as her passion flared she glared out her seething anger at Ellen, who blushed then bowed her head. That act of submission brought her even more pleasure which she added to the pleasure her hand brought her as she masturbated while having visions of holding the belt, watching Ellen kneel before her, brought her even greater pleasure, being sure she would not use it like a girl next time. Powerful emotions arose within her as she seethed with anger which brought her vagina alive, being fully aroused in an instant while loving the taste of the new emotion which was bitter sweet in her mind.

 Pulling out a thin white silk slip, Marie threw it at Ellen, issuing her commands without looking at her. "Lavender stockings. Blue heels and garters. Do not buckle your heels. Your sister will buckle them on you."

 "Yes Auntie."

 The harsh commands were like sensuous caresses to Lacy's mind. Flushing with pleasure while trembling with excitement, she was sure she would get to use the belt on Ellen again, knowing it would please Marie. Turning her attention to Lacy, her commands came from her eyes as well as her words. "Get on the stage. We'll see if we can make you look like a full grown woman."

 "Yes Auntie."

 Stepping into the light was again a shock to her, having never been on stage before she became aware of how isolated and alone anyone was when they stood in a spotlight. Being unable to see anything outside of the circle of light she stood in, only the sharp commands pierced the light. "Stand up straight. Pull your shoulders back. Display those little tits. Being a woman is not about tits. It's about attitude. Become a micro bitch. A woman shows what she has and defies anyone to take it. Hold your head up with your attitude."

 "Yes Auntie."

 Following her orders as they came to her, her attitude changed with her posture. Glaring in the direction she had last seen Ellen in, she felt like a micro bitch. The only thing she wanted more than Marie's kiss was to slap Ellen for taking some of Marie's attention, wanting it all for herself. Seething anger raised her passion, the heat of her anger matched the heat of her vagina, feeling as if she were on fire she began to tremble. Aching from deep inside, she wanted to be a woman as well as kiss like a woman. The only part of her that was a girl right now was her maidenhead, being sure she would lose it tonight: That thought brought her pleasure, passion and just enough fear to spice her arousal.

 Marie's entrance onto the stage startled her as did her short sharp commands. "Hold your hair in your hands. Pull your elbows back. Spread your legs."

 "Yes Auntie."

 Caressing her as she walked around her, her words fondled her the same way her hands did as her words flowed seductively. "Your tits may be little, but your ass is full and inviting. Anyone who does not want to beat your ass will want to kiss it."

 Quickly and professionally, she took her measurements. The touch of her hands as she was being caressed caused her vagina to flush with arousal while her hips rocked of their own accord, excitement rising higher as she allowed Marie full access to her body. Every nerve in her body seemed to be charged with electricity as she stood tingling with excitement. The visions now filling her mind were of being taken to Marie's bed, becoming a woman and a fantasy of them both dominating Ellen. Everything in her mind was new to her, being somewhat confused by her graphic thoughts about Ellen she truly wanting to slap her again. Slapping her had brought her as much pleasure as her orgasms had.

 When Marie left the stage, she remained in self-bondage to her command, her mind osculating in waves, from loving devotion for Marie, to glaring anger at Ellen. When Marie returned to the stage with an emerald green corset made of fine leather, her attention left Ellen giving it all to Marie. Pulling the corset onto her then closing it in the back, she tightened the laces, being free with her caresses and kisses as she worked.

 As her waist was cinched she had trouble breathing, not knowing her waist would go that small. The corset covered her tightly yet left her bare below the waist; the top lifted her breasts but did not cover them, delicately trimmed with light green lace. Marie spoke while she attached Lacy's stockings to the corset. "What size shoes do you wear? I do hope I have some heels for you. Ellen must lick your heels. She must learn her place with you: Just as you must learn your place with me. She will lick your heels. You woman, will lick mine."

 "Yes Auntie. I wear size seven shoes." The words left her mouth, as if she had no control of them. Feeling totally out of control, vibrating with her arousal, she could not think straight, nor did she want to think about any of it, only wanting to continue experiencing it.

 Leaving her in self-bondage, Marie left the stage. Chaotic thoughts and emotions swirled around, not wanting to lose her excitement; she focused her attention on Ellen and her desire to slap her. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to let her hand go to her vagina, but knew she must obey. Standing tall, tingling with excitement, she waited for her next command. The only movements she made were the incessant rocking of her hips, and her darting eyes, wanting to find Ellen so that she could glare her anger at her.

 When Marie exploded into her consciousness she was holding a pair of white high heels. Squatting down she slipped the shoes onto her feet, her voice tinged with disappointment. Lacy could feel the warmth of her breath as well as hear the sound of her soft voice. "Just a little big. I'll shop for you tomorrow. You must have heels of every color. I'll dress you right. My niece must sparkle at all times. The color is wrong. It will have to do for tonight. When you have finished teaching your sister her place, you will serve me without shoes. Then, I'll teach you your place in my life."

 "Yes Auntie."

 Enveloped in Marie's passion as well as her embrace she became a part of the kiss as Marie's mouth assaulted her own. Feeling helpless, she wanted to throw her arms around her, but she could not let go of her hair as her bondage of her command was as strong as a rope would have been. Using her hands she raised Lacy's passion, knowing exactly how to do it, having raised the passion of many young women. She always found great excitement when she captured a new woman, loving the hunt as much as the capture.

 As she was led her out of the light, she maintained the bondage of her command. Quite quickly, her eyes adjusted to the low lights in the room, seeing Ellen kneeling in perfect posture with her head bowed. The light silk slip covered her but did not conceal her, clinging like a second skin, the lines of her underwear were clearly visible through the thin material. The bra cups covered most of her breasts, leaving her shoulders bare except for the tiny straps of the slip and her bra. The front of the slip sat on her lap, while the slits on each side let the bottom of the slip fall away from her, baring her thighs and legs. It took all of Lacy's will power to maintain her bondage, wanting to slap Ellen, and wanting her head between her legs while holding the belt in her hand: Just the thought of it, set her hips rocking and her heart beating wildly.

 The three section fitting mirror supplied Lacy with a myriad of reflections, revealing her completely. Gasping as she slowly turned in front of the mirrors, seeing a hundred women looking back at her; exciting pretty women. Mostly, she saw a sexy woman looking back at her. At that moment she fell in love with herself, even loving her tiny tits. They were small, but she thought they were well formed and for the first time she accepted them as part of her beauty. The crisp sound of Marie's commands intruding on her, ending her reverie. "Let your hands free. Let them go where they please."

 "Yes Auntie," fell from her mouth without thought, her hands also moving without thought as she caresses herself, making love to Marie with her eyes, while she stroked her vagina with her hands. She was not masturbating as she caressed herself, yet she found intense pleasure in her own caresses. Turning to Marie, she took her into a full embrace then kissed her deeply. The kiss raised in passion as it lingered, as she became bold in her intimate caresses of Marie's vagina. When she broke the kiss, she raised her fingers to her mouth, licking them as she flirted with her eyes and her voice. "I know I turn you on. I can taste it. Take me now. Please Auntie."

 "Yes, you do turn me on... I'll wait. There is still some girl left in you. I only want a woman in my bed tonight. You'll learn. I will teach you."

 "Yes Auntie." With an impish smile and sparkling eyes she continued. "I can practice on my sister if you give me back the belt.

 "I have something better than a belt." Taking her over to the drawers she opened one of them. Her breath was taken away when she looked inside and saw the neat row of whips. Marie picked up a thin, wispy, leather covered whip, kissed it, then offered it to her with a soft smile and harsh commands. "Take it, or I'll keep it and use it on you. If you take it you must use it. You must make Ellen serve you. You must make her do it. I want a strong woman in my bed. Kiss the whip before you use it."

 "Yes Auntie."

 Taking the whip from Marie's hand, trembling with excitement, she flushed with arousal when she kissed the whip, passion flaring when she did. Filled with the excitement of her conquest, she kissed her lightly, while speaking her commands firmly. "Buckle your sister's heels then bring her to the den. Make her crawl."

 "Yes Auntie." Feeling strong as well as sexy when she turned to Ellen, she obeyed Marie completely. If she wanted a strong woman she would be strong, being sure she would do whatever she wanted of her.

 Besides wanting to obey Marie's commands, they fit her desires having many times wanted to slap someone, but never had the courage to do it, having always bit her tongue and swallowed her anger. Although she could not remember ever raising her voice to anyone, she had wanted too many times. Confidence filled her mind as she stood tall on her heels with her shoulders back, breathing hard as she approached Ellen. Her eyes and her voice sparked with excitement when she slapped her and then spoke her orders with a powerful voice. "Fucking bitch whore. Put your hands behind your back."




Leather and Lacy Ch. 02



"Please sister. Please be nice. Please don't hurt me. Please."

 Ignoring her pleas, she used the whip on the sides of her bare thighs as her hand went naturally between her own legs, her voice trembling with excitement. "Fucking bitch: I gave you an order. Do it now. I'll beat you until you do."

 Becoming lost in pleasure as she used the whip, she smiled deeply watching the tears well up in Ellen's eyes as she slowly pulled her hands behind her back. Shuddering with intense pleasure she slapped her again then pushed her wet fingers into her mouth, eyes shining as she spoke. "Lick me bitch. Lick my fingers clean... Bitch, you'll lick my cunt next."

 Having no idea where her words came from, she was surprised and pleased with herself, being sure her words pleased Marie. Being totally in charge of the tempo and the pace like she did when she ran, feelings of power and control filled her mind lending strength to her hand. Smiling deeply, she applied her whip on Ellen's body even though she licked her fingers as she begged. "Please be nice sister... Please."

 Powerful waves of pleasure filled her mind when she pulled her hand from Ellen's mouth then slapped her, feeling her breasts harden and her nipples filling out, being excited everywhere. The excitement filling her mind was clearly heard in her voice. "Get it straight bitch. The only one that will be nice here is you. You will be nice to me. I will beat you until you do. Crawl to the stage."

 "Yes sister."

 While Ellen crawled onto the stage then knelt up in the light, the feel of the whip in her hand, brought her as much pleasure as using it harshly Using her whip to punctuate her commands, each harsh lash brought her a wave of pure pleasure. "On your back bitch. Hold your feet up to me. Take your time obeying me. I love every minute of this."

 "Yes sister."

 Excitement and arousal filled her mind, looking down at her with satisfaction as she raised her feet up to her in full submission. Speaking firm commands, she used the whip lightly on her stomach and her breasts as she spoke. "Ask me nicely, to buckle your heels sister. I love to hear you beg. I love seeing your tears. They excite me more than you do."

 Even with the tears flowing down her face, the passion in her eyes was quite evident as she begged. "Please sister. Buckle my heels. Please stop hurting me." As her passion turned to lust her hand brought her pleasure as the whip brought Ellen pain, her tears and pleas like foreplay for Lacy's enjoyment as she continued to beg. "Please sister, buckle my heels."

 "You can beg better than that. Bitch: You will do it. I demand it. I'll beat you until your words get me off."

 The sound of Ellen's pleading words and the sight of her tear stained cheeks filled her with pleasure bringing a small orgasm that shook her body. "Please sister. Please I beg you. Please don't hurt me anymore. Please buckle my heels. I'll obey you. I'll be so nice to you. Please, let me be nice to you... please."

 The smile on her face filled her body while she buckled the offered heels, not sure why it was important, she knew it was important to Marie and therefor it was important to her. Squatting down beside her, she slipped her hand under the thin silk of her slip and the elastic of her panties, stroked her vagina then raised her hand to her mouth as she stood, licking her fingers, leering down while speaking with humor in her voice. "You're as wet as a street whore. On your knees bitch."

 "Yes sister."

 Sitting down on a small stool, she drug Ellen to her by her hair, pulling her head to her wet vagina as she spoke with a smile in her voice. "Just a taste little sister. The night is as young as I am."

 Her desire for Marie being stronger than her desire for domination, she allowed Ellen to serve her for only a moment, before pushing her away from her, speaking with disdain as she turned her back. "Stay on your knees. Follow me like a puppy."

 "Yes sister."

 Walking tall in her heels, she approached Marie with her head bowed; the smile on her face was evident in her voice. "Auntie, she's as wet as a street whore. She's easy. She didn't even fight at all. Let me tie her up in the closet. I'll lick your heels, and then you can take me to your bed. I know I'll be a woman before the morning comes."

 Laughing out aloud while taking Lacy by the arm, she lead her out of the room with Ellen crawling behind them, satisfaction filled her voice when she spoke. "You learn quickly. Pay attention. There is much to learn."

 "Yes Auntie."

 Seating Lacy on the wide couch, and then kneeling Ellen at her feet with gestures, she took a bottle of alcohol and two glasses from the bar, placing them on the table as she sat next to Lacy. As soon as she sat down, Lacy attacked her with passion, filling her kiss with the passion that filled her mind while slipping her hand between her legs. When she broke to kiss, her hand continued moving as she commanded Ellen in a strong clear voice, her attention never leaving Marie while she spoke. "Come kiss your auntie. She is so excited. Your kisses will bring her pleasure."

 "Yes sister."

 Seductive words flowed smoothly out of her mouth while bringing Marie pleasure with kisses, sharp bites and velvet smooth caresses. "Take me now, Auntie. Let me tie my sister up in the closet. I'll kneel between your legs. I love the taste of you. I'll please you in every way. Please Auntie."

 Accepting the devotion of both women, she was content in her seduction, but she was not satisfied even though her orgasm was powerful and full, taking her pleasure this time flavored with just a touch of lust, finding great pleasure from Lacy's active mouth who now kissed like a woman.

 When her pleasant orgasm was expended, Lacy stood up while pulling Ellen's head back then slapped her before pushing her over onto her side, contempt dripped from her voice as she spoke to her without looking at her. "Get away from her bitch. She's mine. I'll drink her passion. If you serve me well bitch, you can drink mine."

 Falling onto her side with tears in her eyes and her hands between her legs, she found excitement from the verbal abuse as well as the physical pain, being totally aroused by her new sister who excited her in every way.

 With her hands between her own legs she knelt between Marie's, drinking her passion with relish. The first touch of her lips to Marie's open vagina, brought her orgasm to fruition, full and powerful as she drank her offering, becoming lost in her own orgasm, she writhed in spasms of delight. No longer able to hold herself up, she fell onto her back at Marie's feet. Her commands to Ellen were filled with power however her attention never left Marie when she spoke. "Bring your slut mouth to me sister. I'll have your tongue now. My whip will have your ass later. Please our Auntie, by pleasing me. Do it right bitch. Do it now."

 "Yes sister."

 As her orgasm filled Ellen's mouth, she shared her pleasure with Marie through her eyes, yet her lust remained high. Reveling in the pleasure of Ellen's active mouth, she found even more pleasure commanding her. Mostly her pleasure came from obeying Marie, knowing her new found power and confidence came from her, being sure she could not do any of this without her commands.

 After making love to Marie with her eyes while she received pleasure from Ellen's mouth, her afterglow evaporated quickly when Marie called her with her eyes alone. Pushing Ellen away from her with an air of superiority, she crawled into Marie's embrace. Her attention was on Marie as she commanded Ellen, "Keep it hot, bitch. I'll take it later. If you are cold when I'm ready, you'll spend the night in the closet."

 "Yes sister."

 Smiling impishly, she spoke between kisses. "Auntie, she hasn't fought me at all. Please let me put her in the closet... I really want to."

 "You do learn quickly little micro bitch, however we both have need of Ellen tonight. She serves you now, but you do not yet own her. I'll teach you. Ellen, serve us drinks."

 "Yes Auntie."

 After serving drinks, she knelt at Marie's feet with her head bowed. Her eyes never left Lacy as she commanded Ellen. "Kneel between your sister's legs. She has not finished her lessons yet."

 "Yes Auntie," fell naturally from her lips, smiling as she crawled to Lacy at her mistress's command.

 Intent on keeping Lacy's passion high, Marie kissed her deeply while her busy hands kept her hips rocking in their need. Looking down on Ellen in every way, feeling superior to her she found great pleasure in her of authority over her, when Marie dimmed the lights a large screen television came to life.

 The scene opened on an empty room. The title, "Captured," flashed on the screen for just a moment then the scene started with two women leading a struggling woman into the room. One woman held the leash attached to the captive's wide leather collar while the other woman walked behind them using a whip on the captive woman whose hands were bound behind her back.

 Sitting close, Marie spoke to Ellen while she continued to raise Lacy's passion with her hands. "Beg softly, bitch: Struggle. Do not fight."

 "Yes Auntie."

 With a sultry voice, almost a whisper, she spoke softly into Lacy's ear between kisses and sharp bites to her neck. "Isn't she beautiful? Take your pleasure from her body. She is here for your pleasure. Do not hurt her. She has been slapped enough for one night. Use the whip. Learn your lessons from the film. Pay attention. I will give you a test after your lesson."

 "Yes Auntie."

 Withdrawing from Lacy's side, she picked up her drink as she nestled back to watch the movie on her couch, the movie on the screen was a rerun for her as she had produced it. When Lacy returned her attention to the movie, the two dominant women were undressing the struggling woman. Pulling Ellen to her by her collar, she crudely fondled her like the captive woman was being fondled in the movie.

 Struggling without fighting, her words of protest were soft and pleading. "Please, let me go. Please."

 Using the whip on her ass, she snarled in a low voice without letting her attention leave the film. "Shut the fuck up bitch."

 Being intent on the movie, she fondled Ellen as she watched with amazement as the woman on the screen used her whip on the captive, forcing her to kiss her heels. The second dominant received kisses to her heels without needing the whip; however she smiled brightly as she used it anyway.

 Pulling Ellen's head into her vagina while she watched the screen, she masturbated against her face, while watching the dominant women lay the captive on her stomach onto a wide padded saw horse. After securing her hands and feet to the legs of the saw horse, one of the dominant women strapped on a dildo, then assaulted the captive's mouth while the other dominant used the whip to obtain more than just compliance, demanding the woman's cooperation as well as her obedience.

 Wonder filled her eyes as she watched, not quite believing what she was seeing as the captive was made to take the entire dildo into her mouth and throat, being even more surprised when the other dominant used the dildo she held in her hand in the captive woman's ass. Having never seen such a thing before, she became wild with her arousal as she watched. Letting Ellen's mouth became a dildo, she took what she wanted from her with no regard for her or her pleasure. Keeping her actively involved with the whip and her threatening words, she screamed out her orgasm as she watched the captive being made to serve each of the dominant women with her mouth.

 When the screen darkened she was in the pleasure of her afterglow while using the whip on Ellen's back every time she shuddered with pleasure. When Marie slid close to her kissing and fondling her while feeding her alcohol from her mouth, she was relaxed while at the same time raging with lust.

 Like a strobe, her mind went from desire to be submissive to Marie, to lust for domination of Ellen. It was lust she felt, wanting it from deep inside herself. The alcohol, and stimulation from Marie's incessant seduction, took her afterglow from her as she glared down at Ellen, who shrank back from the intensity of her eyes.

 As if from a distance, Marie's voice entered her cognition demanding her obedience. "You must take her, completely. She must serve you. She must be put in her place. Her place is serving you at your pleasure. She must lick your heels. You must fuck her completely. She must lick your asshole when you're done. She has not fought you because she cannot. She cannot fight a strong woman: Just as you are unable to fight me when I command you."

 When she handed Lacy a dildo built into a set of heavy panties wonder again filled her mind, and when she pulled them on she saw the erection sat above her vagina, leaving a cutout section below the erection that left her vulva bare. Flushing with excitement and arousal she stood up, taking control of Ellen by her hair while lust again took away her common sense and rationality. Her whole face smiled as she looked into Marie's eyes when she spoke, the excitement in her mind could be heard clearly in her voice which trembled with excitement, "Yes auntie." Looking down at Ellen, she snarled out her commands. "You bitch, will serve me. You will serve me well."

 "Yes sister."

 Pulling her by her hair into the middle of the room, bringing a scream of pain from her mouth, she pulled her up onto her knees then slowly circled her, using her whip, shuddering with pleasure with each slash of the whip, her voice became feral. "You are mine. I am the big sister. You are my little sister who serves me completely."

 Pleasure took her mind completely using the whip with force as Ellen begged. "Please sister. Please."

 Stroking her vagina while using the whip, her lashes increased in intensity as she increased the tempo of her masturbation, her voice was as harsh and commanding as her whip. "Bitch... Fucking whore... Slut... You will obey me in all things."

 "Yes sister."

 Having no rational thoughts in her lust filled mind, she assaulted her with the erection. Reeling with the intense pleasure she felt in her body and her mind, her pleasure rose as she forced her to take all of the erection into her mouth and throat, being amazed as she watched the latex erection disappear into her mouth. Even watching it happen, she didn't believe it was possible.

 The pleasures of dominance filled her mind rather than her open wet vagina, being fully satisfied with the power she held over Ellen. As she watched with fascination while fucking her throat deeply with powerful strokes, Ellen's mouth filled to overflowing with saliva, drooling out her mouth, covering her face and breasts the same way her tears covered her cheeks. Withdrawing the erection from her mouth, she stroked the shiny, slick erection as she spoke down to her with menace in her voice and a smile on her face. "Lick my heels, bitch. Call me big sister when you do."

 "Yes big sister" fell from her mouth without thought. Being fully aroused, she leaned down and licked her heels with devotion, wanting to serve her, finding pleasure in her abuse and the pain from the whip, masturbating as she covered her shoes with saliva, the same way she had just covered the erection. Shuddering as her mind filled with pleasure watching Ellen lick her shoes. It was not an orgasm, but it was just as powerful.

 Sharing her pleasure with Marie, she found even more pleasure in the dreamy contented look in her eyes as she watched. Although she wanted to run to her and beg her to take her to her bed, she turned her attention to Ellen, whipping her as she stalked her, leaving tiny red welts across her body as she walked. Her voice was sugar sweet when she spoke. "Do you want to fuck little sister? Are you as hot as a street whore? Beg like a bitch in heat."

 "Yes big sister. Please. I'm so hot. Please fuck me."

 With a voice as cold as her glaring eyes she spoke with contempt. "You'll get no pleasure from me bitch. I'll have my pleasure. You'll have none."

 Kneeling behind Ellen, her whole body shuddered when she pressed the dildo against her asshole, screaming out her pleasure as she pushed it into the tiny hole. Her mind exploded with pain leaving her mouth in shrieks as the pain assaulted her mind the same way the dildo assaulted her ass. Loving the power dominance brought her as much as Ellen loved the pain, she screamed with each thrust letting her lust control her voice. "Bitch. Whore. Slut. Scream bitch. Scream for me. Scream for our Auntie."

 All rationality fled from her mind as she fucked the crying woman on her knees before her. The lust of her dominance raised her passion for sex. Pulling the dildo from her ass, she returned the erection to her mouth, wanting her mouth as wet as her own vagina. Consumed with lust, seeing the saliva stringing out of her mouth, she laid back onto the rug while screaming out her commands. "Fucking bitch whore. Serve me with your slut mouth. Get me off. I'll beat you until you do. Call me big sister."

 "Yes big sister," rolled easily from her mouth as she gave Lacy all of her passion, saving none of it for herself, wanting to please her big sister and bring her pleasure. Knowing her mistress was pleased, and knowing she would hear Lacy's screams soon: Those screams would come from her mistress's whip.

 The orgasm she demanded from Ellen's mouth took her mind and body completely. The intense pain Ellen had received was foreplay; her arousal now raised to passion brought forth a powerful orgasm brought on by her hands and her submission. As they relaxed into their afterglow, smiling with an evil smile, she pulled her sister's head up, capturing her eyes while binding her will, speaking her words with power. "Lick my asshole bitch: Inside and out."

 "Yes big sister."

 Erotic sensations filled her mind as her most intimate place received devotion. While she shared her pleasure with Marie, her pleading voice was filled with wanting. "Take me now auntie. Please take me now."

 When her lust was satisfied, her passion ebbed, bringing confusion and embarrassment along with her rationality. Watching her turn red, while lowering her eyes brought excitement to Marie's voice flavoring it with passion when she spoke. "Ellen; take her erection and her corset from her, then come to me."

 "Yes auntie," fell from her mouth as she stripped the panties with the erection from her, unlaced her corset then stripped it from her body before crawling to Marie, smiling brightly as she knelt between her legs.

 Marie threw a dildo to her as she pulled Ellen's head into her wetness. The excitement in her eyes could be heard in her voice. "You are still a girl. I will only take a woman to my bed. It is your childhood. You take it. If you cannot, go home to your parents. You will return a girl: A more mature girl... but still a girl."

 Kaleidoscopic thoughts swirled through her mind, wanting and fearing the task before her she could not ignore, seeing the dildo lying within arms-reach. Seeing Ellen bringing Marie pleasure raised her anger in a moment bringing her arousal with it. Picking up the dildo reluctantly, she had wanted Marie to take her virginity, wanting it to happen to her, but she was determined to share her virginity with her. Smiling seductively, she raised her passion higher with her hand, flirting with Marie as she used the dildo in her mouth. When she pushed it to the back of her throat she began to cough, and gag, crying softy wanting to be a woman for Marie, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not get the dildo past her throat.

 Neither tears nor frustration lowered her passion, and as her hand worked between her legs, she could feel her orgasm rising. With willful intent she steeled herself, having less confidence in her strength now than she had before she tackled the dildo and her tight throat. The fear coming from her eyes brought Marie pleasure as she took her pleasure from her well trained slave. Capturing Marie's sparkling eye's with her own, she lost herself in her eyes as she lowered the dildo to her vagina. When she placed the dildo into the mouth of her vagina, her vagina caressed the erection like a kiss. With her hips in control of her hand, she pushed the dildo up to the fragile barrier then taking a deep breath, she pushed with her hand and her hips. The penetration brought a short sharp scream from her mouth.




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The pain that had lived in her head for so long was much bigger than the actual pain of the penetration. Holding the dildo in her vagina, she masturbated with her hand, and as her vagina slowly relaxed, stretching around the dildo, her passion returned. Finding waves of erotic pleasure she held the dildo firmly as her hips fucked it, working of their own accord. Although the dildo was uncomfortable inside her it was not painful. There was little pleasure in the act even though she found a small orgasm. The pleasure that filled her mind came from the contented smile on Marie's face watching her self-violation.

 Lying on the floor, vibrating as a flood of emotion filled her body and mind; it was all too intense for her as she let her afterglow take her consciousness away. Smiling at her unconscious body, knowing she was alright, Marie turned her attention to Ellen, and to her own pleasure.



Leather and Lacy Ch. 03



The pain of the stinging lashes from the light springy whip on her breasts roused her to consciousness. In a state of semi-consciousness, she tried to cover her breasts with her hands, being unable to move her hands brought a moment of panic, bringing her eyes wide open. Ellen was kneeling behind her head smiling down at her, holding her hands in bondage by her strong grip. Struggling for just a moment, she realizing she had dominated her because she had allowed it as she was not only bigger than her; she was also stronger.

 The stinging lashes of the whip brought her attention to Marie who stood over her, kissing her with the whip, seeming to be a giant from her position. The fear filling her eyes quickly melted into passion. Catching Marie's eyes in her gaze, she flirted with her as she accepted the kisses from her whip, being in love with her and her whip.

 Sharp stinging welts had covered her tiny breasts when she shifted her target using the whip on her thighs and the tops of her legs. The painful stinging sensations did not raise her passion, neither did they dampen it. Her passion rose from receiving Marie's kisses with the whip, loving the kisses she gave her; wither the kisses came from her lips, teeth or her whip. As her passion rose, she gave it to Marie through her eyes.

 Marie's commands were filled with power, flavored with passion. "Ellen, let her loose. Lacy, hold your hair."

 Both women responded in unison. "Yes Auntie."

 While lowering her head to take her into a deep kiss, Ellen released her hands, filling her willing mouth with passion. Loving both the kisses from Ellen's mouth and the kisses from Marie's whip, she became lost in the sensations. The commands from Marie's mouth seemed to come from a distance, even though her powerful commands filled the room. "Take your heels and stockings off. Kneel naked before me. Kiss my whip. Lick my heels."

 "Yes Auntie."

 Smiling as she knelt back to watch her mistress, Ellen slipped her hand between her legs: She loved to watch. Removing her heels and stockings without rising, or letting her eyes leave Marie's, she flirted with her eyes as she obeyed her orders willingly. On her knees, with her head bowed, her hips rocked with her arousal, offering her nakedness to her mistress. As she waited in silence, her heart beat rapidly while her eyes sparkled with lust.

 In full arousal, she kissed Marie's whip with devotion then lowered her head to her heels, taking no notice of the stinging lashes of the whip while she poured out her devotion to Marie with her tongue and lips as they caressed her heels. Sharp commands, full of authority filled the room. "Kiss your sister. Use your hands and your teeth. Bring her pain and pleasure. I'll whip you until I see the pleasure in her eyes."

 "Yes Auntie."

 Turning on her knees, her eyes were predatory when she pushed Ellen onto her back, while holding her ass high for Marie's whip, her mouth captured Ellen's vagina while her hands delivered sharp pinches to her inner thighs. While using her hands on her vagina, she used her teeth on her body, raising her head slowly to her breasts, one sharp nip at a time, leaving bright red spots of pain across her stomach and the globes of her breasts. As her hand's worked between Ellen's legs she glared into her eyes, growling her sharp commands. "Give it to me bitch. I'll put you in the closet if you do not."

 Lowering her head to bite her nipples sharply one at a time, she then raised her head capturing her lower lip with her teeth. When she bit down sharply, Ellen rose to her orgasm, screaming again when she bit her deeply on the side of her neck. Being intent on obeying Marie and the power of her domination, she was almost unaware of the lashes covering her ass. When Ellen found her orgasm in spasms of pure pleasure, she smiled with satisfaction.

 There was note of humor in Marie's commands as she turned from the women, speaking crisply as she walked away. "Crawl behind me woman. I'll take you to my bed."

 "Yes Auntie."

 Both women crawling behind her as she snapped her commands over her shoulder and then opened a drawer. "Lacy, kneel in the middle of the bed. Hold your hair. Do not say a word... Ellen, sit in the chair. You may use the dildo."

 A smile filled her voice when she responded. "Thank you Auntie."

 As she knelt naked on the bed, her legs were spread and her hands held her hair, excitement filled the air around her as if it was an aura. When she turned to face her, she was stroking the emerald green latex dildo strapped to her crotch with one hand, while her other hand held her whip. Using the whip on Lacy, leaving bright red welts behind, she was fully into her passion tartly flavored with her lust, when she commanded her. "Kiss me bitch."

 In full arousal, she crawled to the edge of the large bed, leaning her head out to capture Marie's lips with her own. Lust flavored her passion when she kissed her with passion and animation while she explored the recesses of her newly opened vagina with her probing hand. The shock of entry, brought a gasp from her mouth as her hips rocked against the invading fingers, whimpering as she begged. "Please Auntie... Please take me now."

 "Get me as wet as you are, then I'll fuck you woman... if you ask me nicely."

 Pulling her head down, she pushed the dildo into her mouth. Controlling both the dildo, and her head, she fucked her mouth. Although Lacy had not been able to force the dildo past her throat muscles, Marie could. Fucking her face completely, the deep penetration of her throat filled her mouth with thick strands of saliva. Spreading it around her face with the dildo between penetrations, she then pushed her over onto her back as she knelt up between her open legs. "Beg woman. Beg me to fuck you."

 "Please Auntie. Please fuck me. Whip me if it brings you pleasure. Fuck me like a woman. Please."

 Feral pleasure filled her eyes when she filled her with the latex erection. Using the dildo to raise her pleasure, she wanted to drink the virgin lust she raised from her newly opened vagina; her lust grew as she watched Lacy's passion take her rationality away. Teasing her while flirting with her eyes, she raised her passion up to the brink of pleasure then paused to allow her passion to relax... then began again, raising her passion to lust until it filled her completely.

 While she was still shrieking out her pleasure, Marie brought her up again, giving her no time for an afterglow. This time, she kept fucking her with deep full thrusts, until Lacy screamed with spasms of pure pleasure, her orgasm taking her body and her mind completely, her passion having been transmuted into pure lust. Nothing existed for her except Marie and her lust; being in love with them both.

 With her pleasure expanding around her, she pulled the erection from her then dipped her head to her throbbing vagina, drinking deeply, using her tongue to raise her lust back to raging before she could find an afterglow. The sensations were intensely intense. Even the slightest touch of Marie's tongue on her vagina, brought screaming shrieks of delight from her mouth, filling the room with the sounds and smells of passion.

 As Marie drank her lust, she brought her own on with her hand. Raging with lust, she became intoxicated with her power and control, drinking the lust like a liquid as it flowed. Laying back into her afterglow, Marie was intensely happy when Ellen crawled onto the bed and licked her mistress clean then knelt between Lacy's legs and licked her big sister clean with devotion: She loved her new sister. With love in her eyes she covered the women, and then retrieved her feather pillow and her feather blanket from the closet, contentedly curled up at her Mistress' feet. They all slept soundly through the night.

~*~

 Although her consciousness returned slowly, she woke in full arousal, rousing to find Ellen's head between her legs. Taking control of her head naturally, she took control of her mind with her demands. "Eat me, bitch. Do it right."

 Raising her head, she acknowledge her order, "Yes big sister," and then returned to her pleasant duty. Taking her pleasure from Ellen's mouth with a rousing orgasm, shaking with erotic feelings, she found her pleasure from her sisters tongue then laid back into her afterglow. As she stood up, her voice was bright and happy. "Get up lazy head. Our Auntie is waiting for you."

 While still in her afterglow, Ellen pulled her to her feet and led her into the bathroom. As she lay back in the hot water, Ellen attended her in the large walk-in tub, luxuriating as she washed her with sensuous attention to her pleasure, Lacy found another small, satisfying orgasm, accepting her attention without returning any of it. As she relaxed into her pleasure, it seemed natural to have Ellen serve her as if she always had.

 With sparkling eyes filled with devotion, she helped Lacy out of the tub, dried her, and then helped her into the dress that she had arrived in, speaking casually as she worked. "You'll be hard to fit: Big on the bottom, and tiny on the top. Our mistress will buy you some real clothes today. I'll dress you. She'll undress you. We'll have so much fun sister. I love to shop."

 With excitement filling her mind, she followed Ellen as she was led to Marie, who was dressed in a sharp summer dress, having coffee at the table. Kneeling beside her, she pulled Lacy down with her as she spoke. "I woke her up nicely Auntie. She tastes so good. I love her passion. Let me have her again right here, right now. I'll make her sing for you Auntie."

 "So you shall, but not right now. You'll make her sing for me when your ass is red. Lacy will get off better after she beats your ass. You will also get off better. Lacy sit with me. Ellen, serve coffee. Sit your cup on the floor, under the table. I want to talk to Lacy."

 "Yes Auntie."

 Refilled Marie's coffee cup, she then inquired of Lacy, "Cream? Sugar?"

 Responding without thought, her attention remained firmly focused on Marie. "Cream. Make it light."

 After serving Lacy's coffee, she took her own and knelt under the table, kissing Lacy's feet before she settled into her coffee. Excitement flashed through her mind, blushing as she received Ellen's devotion; the lips on her shoes filling her with passion. Pulling Lacy to her, kissing her deeply, Marie turned her passion into arousal. Breathing hard, her hips were rocking of their own accord, when she released her lips from bondage.

 With sparkling eyes, Marie spoke with amusement in her voice. "You now kiss like a woman. We'll see how mature you are today. You'll take Ellen home with you this morning. You'll tell your parents she is your lover. They will know anyway. Her neck looks like she was attacked by a band of teen age boys. Your neck also speaks of your passion. If you cannot tell your parents, sent her back to me, I'll wait for you to grow up."

 Her tongue was frozen in her mouth, her lip trembled while blushing brightly, she could not respond, even though she wanted to.

 Excitement rising to passion filled Marie's mind and sparkled her eyes with amusement as she spoke. "I love your blushes. It's a shame that they won't last long. I expect you here for our shopping trip at three. Arrive neither early nor late. No sneaking out of the house. Your parents must know you are a woman. If you can't face them, you are too immature for our date tonight. I'll have no children in my life."

 "Yes Auntie." The words came out almost unintelligibly; shaking with emotion; her mind ran in crazy circles, most of her thoughts bringing embarrassment to her face. She was blushing brightly when Marie stood up, handing her a small leather case, that looked like a flute case, but was longer, then kissed her to raise her passion, her voice still colored with amusement. "I have to leave now. This is for you: Big girl toys. Fuck Ellen in your bed this morning before you see your parents. Your eyes will sparkle like a woman who has just been fucked when you see them. You must face them as a woman, not a child. I demand it. Leave here as soon as your coffee is done."

 There was no power in her voice as she responded by rote to Marie's back as she left. In a state of shock, a jumble of thoughts and emotions flew around her mind, not allowing her any time to think before being replaced with another confusing thought. Although Lacy's thoughts were jumbled, her vagina was wet and open. Her desire was for Marie, but she would have Ellen instead. Passion took her mind away from her embarrassment as she pulsed with her arousal. Taking her by the hair, she pulled her head to her open wet vagina, flaring with lust when she felt her tongue find her passion spot. Accepting Ellen's mouth for just a moment, she pushed her away, her arousal evident in her voice. "Just a taste sister. Get your lazy ass up. I'll have you in my bed. You will serve me bitch. You'll serve me well."

 "Yes big sister."

 When she rose to her feet, Lacy could clearly see the bright bruises on her neck and across the exposed globes of her breasts, being glad her parents would not see the purple bruises on her ass. Marie was right; her parents would know just looking at her neck. Her face was puffy, but not discolored, and her lower lip was swollen, but not purple. Seeing the bruises brought Lacy's vagina to full arousal, remembering how she had made them.

 Arousal brought it a desire to slap her again this morning, but was sure she should not; Marie's command to not hurt her still bound her hand. She could not slap her today, but smiled to herself, being sure she would slap her tomorrow. Standing up she walked to the mirror, examining the bruises on her own neck. They were not as bright as Ellen's bruises, but they were quite evident. She sighed, knowing it had been easier losing her virginity than it would be to face her parents, but she knew she would. She would do anything Marie told her to do in order to return to her bed: Running was no longer her favorite thing to do.

 Returning her attention onto Ellen, all thoughts fled from her mind except one; she was filled with lust for her. Taking her into a full embrace, kissing her with passion, lust filled her voice when she broke the kiss. "You will serve me, bitch. I want your ass red and your tongue in my cunt."

 "Yes big sister. Take me to your bed. I'll bring you pleasure."

 Taking her by the arm, she led her out of the house. The crisp morning air invigorated her, hitting her like a slap. Raging with her arousal, she pulled Ellen along as she hurried home. Nothing was in her mind, but her desire for Ellen in her own bed. With intent, she walked briskly to her little cabin. She would be calm before she faced her parents. There was nothing in her mind but her driving passion when she entered the cabin, her voice feral. "Strip bitch. Kneel before me."

 "Yes big sister."

 Trembling as she opened the case, knowing from the shape of it her desire to hold the whip and to use it on Ellen before she demanded her service to her wet vagina would be satisfied. Excitement filled her mind while her body trembled when she saw the contents of the case. The lid held two whips clipped onto the red velvet material. One was thin and light while the other one was stouter. In the bottom of the case there were several sex toys. Some of them were curiosities as she had no idea what they were, but she knew what the two dildos were. One of them was connected to a set of straps that were neatly wound around the latex erection; her hand closed on the one without straps.

 Releasing the thin whip from the top of the case, she kissed it, shivering as the powerful flushes of erotic sensations flowed through her. Both her body and her mind shook with delight when she knelt naked before her. The lust that filled her mind filled her voice with excitement. "You will serve me, little sister. Kiss my whip. I hope you don't like it."

 "Please big sister. Please don't make me do it. Be nice to me."

 More than anything, she wanted to slap her, remembering the feelings of power it raised in her when she had slapped her last night. Only Marie's commands kept her from it. Using her whip brought her almost as much pleasure as the slaps had. Speaking down at her as she wielded her instrument of pain, her voice was filled with power. "Bitch, I told you to kiss my whip. You will always obey me. Kiss my whip now."

 Smiling deeply she held the whip out to her mouth, pleasure expanded in her mind as she bowed her head then kissed the whip. Returning to her pleasures, she whipped her until she could no longer stand. Powerful waves of lust consumed her. Lying back on the bed, she pulled her to her by the hair; her command was filled with her lust. "Bitch, lick my asshole first."

 "Please. No. I don't like to do that. It's so dirty."

 "Good. There are lots of things you will do that you don't like. All of them are dirty. That's because you are my dirty slut sister. Now use your dirty slut tongue on me. Do it now."

 Holding her head in place, while using the whip on her back, she demanded complete compliance with the force of her intent and the power of the whip. With tears flowing from her eyes, Ellen lowered her mouth, masturbating while she licked Lacy's asshole, being as fully aroused as Lacy was. Handing Ellen the dildo, her commands were harsh, "Use it on me bitch. Get me off. Fuck me like a woman."

 With practiced skill, she used her mouth, and the dildo, on the open vagina before her, raising her sister in stages to full orgasm while she brought her own on with her hand. Being talented with her mouth and the dildo, she was quite experienced in the talents of raising a woman's passion. Writhing in her ecstatic orgasm, she spent her lust into Ellen's mouth, and then lay back in contentment. Her body was calm; however her mind sparkled with excitement as she issued her sharp commands. "Kiss me little sister. Kiss me everywhere. Cover me with your kisses. Share your passion with me."

 "Yes big sister."

 Love and devotion filled her mind as she used her mouth on her big sister, covering her with kisses filled with passion which flowed through her in abundance; however she would need more pain to find her lust.

 As Lacy relaxed into her pleasure, her mind began to muddle again, the thought of facing her parents rising to the forefront of her mind. Even with the passion filled mouth flowing across her body, excitement dissolved leaving her eyes filled with tears, knowing she must face them: Marie had demanded it. Suddenly she wanted to run, knowing that she would feel stronger and more in control if she did. As she started her stretches she spoke. "You can't run in those shoes. We'll get you some running shoes when we go shopping. If you are going to be my lover, you'll have to run with me."

 "Yes big sister."

 Stripping off all her clothes, she slipped on her heavy sweats, feeling a surge of passion when she did although she had never found sexual arousal from running, this morning her passion for running opened her vagina as if she were still being kissed by her sister. One of her favorite fantasies had always been to run nude and knew one day she would. No one could tell she was naked under her sweats, but she knew and it excited her. Everything excited her right now, except facing her parents. Speaking over her shoulder in a crisp voice as she left the cabin, she stepped into her own private exclusive world. "Stay here. Do not go outside. I'll be back soon. Just a short run this morning then you'll bathe me. Be naked, on your knees, when I return."

 Slipping off the bed onto her knees, her head bowed, kneeling in perfect posture; she spoke with a smile in her voice. "Yes big sister."

 Exhilaration filled her mind as she let everything go, except her running which soothed her mind as she stretched out. Not letting her mind wander, she focused on the road, her mind calming as the road passed beneath her. After having run about two miles up the road, she was suddenly filled with desire for her whip and her kneeling slave, and as she turned to return to her little house and the pleasures that awaited her, her vagina came alive, coating her thighs with her arousal. As she stretched out picking up speed her vagina pulsed in rhythm to her pace, fully aroused she was totally alone, totally in charge and absolutely in love with herself.




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Raging with arousal as she neared her house, she reined herself in. Nothing was in her consciousness, but her arousal. Wanting Marie, she would have Ellen. In full heat with her heart racing and gasping for breath, she entered the cabin. Paying no attention to Ellen kneeling by the bed, she tore off her sweats, grinning as she picked up the whip laying loose in the leather case. First kissing it with sparkling eyes, she masturbated as she used the whip on Ellen, until her lust took her away completely. Lying back on the bed, with her sister's hair in her hand, she drug her up onto the bed between her legs while her hips rocked under her vagina's control. "Get your mouth to work bitch. Bring me pleasure. Lick my asshole before you lick my cunt."

 "Yes big sister."

 As she knelt to her task, Ellen also raged. The whip had brought her passion up to match Lacy's heat. Picking up the dildo from the bed, she used it for her own pleasure, being feral in her lust as she served her new sister; her orgasm was as full as Lacy's was. Her run had not calmed her as it usually did, nor did her orgasm. Still fully aroused, she relaxed into her afterglow while her hips continued to rock of their own accord.

 After letting her relax awhile, she pulled her up by the hand and led her onto the bathroom; the tub of hot water was waiting for her sister's use. Devotion filled her eyes and gentleness flowed from her hands as she attended her mistress, knowing she was now her mistress the same way Marie was.

 Finding pleasure in her thoughts, she pondered while serving her sister, being in love with her, while feeling unfaithful to her mistress. Finding another flush of pleasure as she thought to herself, my mistress will punish me for my unfaithfulness.

 Attending Lacy as if she were a maid, she found great pleasure serving her in menial tasks. Drying her then dressing her, she brushed her hair, becoming overwhelmed with devotion, she kissed her deeply. Accepted the kiss, but not responding, her fear and embarrassment was now in control of her; she did not feel like a woman right now as she trembled with intense emotion, on the verge of tears. Seeing the fear in Lacy's eyes, Ellen spoke softly. "Our auntie would not be pleased. You look younger than a girl right now. Maybe I should spank you like a little girl for being naughty last night."

 The mocking words brought her anger back in full force, however her anger was not directed at Ellen, rather she was angry with herself, feeling like a child, with her tear filled eyes she was sure she looked like a child. Demanding strength from herself, she could not find it, bringing her tears from her eyes to her cheeks.

 Holding her while rocking her as she cried, she tried to bring her comfort as her words stuttered out between sobs. "I can't do it. I'm not strong. Marie is strong. I wasn't strong last night. I obeyed Marie. I don't feel like a woman right now. I'm afraid to face my own parents. I have always been too afraid of them to disobey. I don't even know why. They've never hit me. They don't even yell at me."

 "My mistress did not give you strength; she made you find your own. If you had none, you would be wearing a collar this morning just like mine." Stepping back from Lacy, she slapped her then spoke in a harsh voice. "Get it together bitch or you'll lick my asshole."

 Before her reaction could set in, Ellen turned crisply, went to the bed, packed the leather case neatly then slipped it under the pillow, smoothing out the bed as she spoke in a light easy air. "One step at a time. I don't think your parents are ready for leather yet. A lesbian daughter is enough for one day." Ellen kissed her brightly as she pulled her to her feet. Her voice was just as bright. "Off to the races. If they throw you out, you can come live with me. If not, I'll move in with you. No matter what, I love my big sister. Let's face the ogres."

 Taking Ellen into a full embrace, her kiss was full, yet lacked passion, hoping she was right as she needed her strength right now. Pulling away from her, Ellen stepped back and then slapped her. "That was from Marie. She would slap you if she saw your eyes right now."

 Anger filled her eyes, being furious at Ellen and at the same time she knew she was right. Her voice filled with a confidence she did not feel. "I'll beat your ass for slapping me bitch."

 "Yes big sister. I'll kiss your whip before you do. I'll lick your asshole when you're done."

 Taking her by the hand, she stormed out of the cabin, knowing she must face her parents now, or she never would. All of her bravado left her when she entered the house. Her parents were sitting at the table having coffee when she entering the room with Ellen's hand in hers, speaking without waiting for a moment, being sure she would lose her courage if she did. "Dad, Mom, I want you to meet Ellen. She is our next door neighbor's niece. We met yesterday." Flushing with embarrassment she paused for only a moment, knowing she could not wait; she had to say it now. Although she did not bow her head as she usually did when she faced them, she stuttered as she spoke. "Ellen and I are lovers. We are living together. Here, or at her house. I am so much in love. I want to be with her forever."

 Looking up from his coffee, her father spoke in his usual calm efficient manner. "This is very sudden. Forever is a long commitment for someone you just met yesterday."

 As he spoke her mother's eyes filled with tears, spilling down her cheeks as she stood up, turning her back to Lacy when she spoke. "Great. I'll be the laughing stock of my new friends. At least I don't have to face my old friends. I can hear it now, 'I understand your daughter is a lesbian.' I'll die."

 Turning to her husband, her voice was almost hysterical. "Do something about this, David. I can't deal with this."

 "Calm down Mary. It is just juvenile infatuation. It's a form of puppy love. It will pass. She'll mature out of it."

 Listening to her father speaking about her as if she were still a child, her anger rose to fruition returning her boldness. With anger flashing in her eyes, she responded sharply. "I am not a child. I am a woman. I'm a woman in every way."

 Turning to her with fury in her voice her mother's words exploded in the room. "If you're a woman, act like one. Get yourself a man. If you are unable to find a man you are still a girl: A very silly girl right now."

 Boldness turned to anger as she narrowed her eyes, glaring at her mother, her anger leaving her eyes like a physical force assaulting her; her words were sharp and clear. "Fuck men. They seduce you, and then they can't get it up. I'll stick with a woman. Ellen is always up. So is my dildo. A piece of latex is all the man I'll ever need." Turning to her father, her voice was demanding. "Is my lover welcome here? ... If she isn't, neither am I. It only took one day to move in. I can move out just as fast. Either way, I will not be spoken to like a child again. Accept me as a woman or I'm out of here."

 Calm efficiency masked the turmoil in his mind as he stood; hugging his wife tightly, the tone of his voice was as much a plea as his words were. "Please Lacy. Give us some time alone. I'm sure your mother is in shock. It's quite sudden. You're always welcome here. So is your lover. Just give us some time to adjust. Please."

 Taking Ellen into her embrace, her words were spoken as a challenge. "We'll be gone today and tonight. I'll have coffee with you tomorrow morning. Accept us both, or I'll move out tomorrow afternoon."

 Taking Ellen by the hand, she turned and walked out of the room, pulling her close, she held her tightly beaming inside and out, knowing she had been a strong woman. Being sure she would always be a strong woman. Finding pleasure in her strength, she pulled Ellen along quickly, excitement and passion filled her voice. "Let's fuck little sister. When we're done we'll fuck again. We have four hours to fuck. Let's get started."

 An impish smile filled her face coloring her voice. "Yes big sister... Don't forget I slapped you."

 "I have not forgotten little sister. My parents may not be up to leather in my life, but I am... leather and lace."



Leather and Lacy Ch. 04



Leather and Lacy

Copyright 2011

Molly J

CHAPTER 4

While waiting for the clock to release her from the cabin, being held in bondage to her commands, she used her whip and Ellen's talents to bring her pleasure. Being in total control, she felt as if she were running, giving Ellen pleasure, or denying it, at her command. The strap-on had protrusions that fit up against her clitoris when she wore it. Pushing it into Ellen while rocking her hips allowed her to masturbate with the dildo rather than fuck, she felt even more in charge when she learned how to do it. Now in complete control of Ellen's pleasure as well as her own, her confidence was full and rich.

Passion flowed through her like an endless river even though she had to stop fucking with the dildo when her vagina became too tender, finding as much pleasure from a mouth or a hand without any penetration. After her mother's outburst, she was happy to know even a latex erection was not a necessity; being sure she never wanted a man in her life in any way.

Walking in a cloud of contentment, she led Ellen back to Marie's house for their shopping trip, wearing a thin white cotton dress, with a yellow floral pattern, wearing nothing else, but a tiny garter belt of yellow lace, pale yellow silk stockings and her only pair of heels. Although Ellen walked confidently in her heels even on the rough road, she could barely keep from falling, needing Ellen's arm to keep her balance.

Heels were not a friend of hers, having never worn them except at formal occasions and to the senior prom. Her father had taken her to some formal occasions; not many. At an early age she had practiced until she was fairly proficient in them then put them away. The few times she wore them, it was like starting all over again, and she had never worn them on rough ground before. Being sure she would wear heels a lot, she was determined to make a lot of people lick them; that thought raised her passion.

Stepping up onto Marie's porch raised her passion, while the smooth level floor raised her confidence. When she started to ring the doorbell, Ellen giggled, pulling her hand away from the button. "Don't ring the bell. If she's fucking someone, we get to watch."

Embarrassment colored her face when she opened the door, hoping Marie was not fucking anyone else, wanting her all to herself and knew she would be glaring anger at Ellen as soon as Marie talked to her: Actually she was looking forward to it, remembering how her anger gave her strength and raised her passion.

All thoughts of dominance fled from her mind when she entered the den, finding Marie seated on the couch, dressed in a corset, stockings and heels, all in shades of red. Using only gestures, Marie took control immediately, commanding both women to kneel before her. The women spoke in unison as they knelt. "Yes auntie."

"You are no longer sisters as of now. I am no longer your strict aunt. Address me properly."

Ellen spoke with her head bowed, "Yes mistress."

Lacy followed suit, her soft voice trembling as she spoke. Marie slapped her sharply, speaking just as sharply. "I didn't hear you, micro bitch. You still talk like a girl."

Her face flushed at the same time her vagina did. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her posture then spoke out clearly. "Yes mistress."

Marie looked at Ellen intently as she spoke. "Do I own you bitch?"

"Yes mistress. I belong to you."

Returning her attention to Lacy, her voice sparkled when she spoke. "I so enjoyed our date last night, I am giving you a present. Ellen is now yours. She is no longer your lover. She is now your servant and your slave. She now serves you."

Stammering in her mind, as her body flushed with embarrassment, she did not know what to say. With intent she calmed her mind, before speaking in a clear crisp voice she took a deep breath,. "Thank you mistress: I'll make her serve me. She'll call me mistress. She'll lick my heels and my asshole."

Amusement sparkled in her eyes lilting her voice as she leaned back on the low couch. "Were your parents happy with your choice of lovers? Did they throw you out?"

"No mistress. They were not happy about it but they did not throw me out... yet. I will see what happens tomorrow morning at coffee."

"Good. Now you will find out who your parents are. You really don't know. I know your mother dressed you in an ugly dress today."

Anger colored her words when she spoke. "Mistress, I bought this dress. I picked it out. I dressed myself."

Marie laughed in her light lilting voice. "Your mother dressed you in your persona before she dressed you for school. You have been dressing to fit her exceptions all your life. Your parents each have a persona of their own. I love taking peoples clothes off. Today you'll dress yourself for yourself."

Sitting up straight, narrowing her eyes at Lacy, her voice was threatening. "If you buy even one outfit for your mother today, I'll slap you in the store."

"Yes mistress."

Brightening up as she lay back on the couch, she slid her hips to the edge of the couch, her seductive voice smiling when she spoke. "I know you've been fucking like bunnies all morning. Now you'll please me. Lick my heels. Bring me pleasure."

"Yes mistress"

Both women leaned down and licked her heels, Lacy then rose up to kneel beside her, kissing her deeply while Ellen served her on her knees with her mouth and her hands, raising her own passion with her hand, feeding it to Marie through her kisses. Moaning in her pleasure, she spoke breathlessly. "Please mistress. Let me tie her up in the closet. I really want to."

Humor, rather than passion filled Marie's mind as she accepted the services of the women, it would be a while before her passion raised, but she was patient. Having consumed Lacy's first lust last night, she was sure she would drink her lust again tonight before she found her own.

When they arrived at the uptown mall, Marie was sharply dressed in a rose colored dress covering her corset and her shoulders, flaring at the hips, being short enough that her stocking tops flashed when she walked. Always aware of how she appeared to the world, though she seemed unaware of it, she chose her costumes well. Having costumes for both business and play; everything was a costume to Marie, except her corset and heels.

When they arrived at the exclusive mall, Marie informed her there was no budget sparkling her eyes with excitement, having always had to shop with a budget in mind. Watching her intently while she shopped, Marie never gave her approval or disapproval, of anything either verbally or non-verbally. In the third store they were in Lacy picked out a dress, and when she did, Marie walked up crisply and slapped her; her voice was cold when she spoke. "Not a chance in hell bitch."

"Yes mistress," fell from her lips while tears filled her eyes as she put the dress back, although she never lost her posture or her poise. The slap changed her whole attitude as she shopped, now picking her clothes with only one criterion; how they helped her look sexy, alive and alluring. She spent a lot of money, while Marie paid for it all, making arrangements for most of it to be delivered.

When she threw her mother's dress away, she was still in a light cotton dress, with light yellow floral designs, however this dress would not bring her mother pleasure, neither would most of the clothes she had bought.

The small tea room Marie led them to had private rooms. They were served then left alone to tease and fondle each other as they ate and drank. Marie's amusement filled her voice when she spoke. "Your slave is versatile. She not only serves you, she has a job. She earns money. Tell your mistress what job you have tonight."

"Yes mistress. I am scheduled to dance tonight, at the topless bar."

"And after that?"

"I will be taken to my customer. I will model your leather clothes for your customer."

"What else will you do for the customer?"

Ellen's voice was soft, her face flushing slightly when she spoke. "Anything the customer wants to do. I will please my mistress by pleasing her customer."

Ignoring Ellen, she returned her attention to Lacy. "Now that you are a woman we can talk business. I'll manage your slave and see that she is not idle. I'll split the money with you. A slave needs no money. She hardly needs clothes. If you want to keep your slave happy, gold and diamonds always keeps a woman warm. You will have the same deal that I had with her. The jewelry is hers. The cash is yours. Ellen, kiss your mistress and be off about your business. Come straight home. You will serve us at home when you are finished."

"Yes mistress."

Kissing Lacy deeply, she then broke the kiss and lowered her eyes, speaking clearly. "I will serve you well mistress."

There was amusement in her voice, when she spoke after Ellen had gone. "Her name was Ellen when I got her. You can give her any name you want. She's yours. She belongs to you. You own her. You micro bitch, are now a mistress. You serve me because I demand it. You do not serve anyone else. I'll slap you if you bow your head to anyone but me."

"Yes mistress."

"Finish eating, and then raise your passion for me. I want your eyes sparkling when we go back to shopping. We must both find evening wear. It must be special. Jim is taking us to a very nice restaurant."

Instantly angry, her eyes flew open wanting to slap someone, wishing Ellen was here so she could glare her anger out, knowing she could not glare it at Marie. She was shocked by the sharp slap and the sharp words, "I gave an order. I heard no reply. You will not ruin my day. You will obey me exactly... Or, it will be you who are in bondage in the closet."

"Yes mistress. Please mistress, let me put Jim in the closet. I really want to." Although Lacy said it in a light happy air, she did not feel happy right now. Lowering her head, glaring at her plate, she went back to snacking and sipping wine. Having calmed her mind while she finished snacking, she then leaned back flirting with Marie as she slid her skirt up her thighs, spreading her legs, masturbating for her mistress.

With the crispness of her words, Marie commanded her attention. "I do not have a movie for you today. I do have a lesson. Pay attention. You will be tested tonight... Many people want a mistress in their life. More men want a mistresses than women do. Ellen was easy. She is submissive in her heart. She wants to obey. Jim kisses my whip. I will have no one in my life that does not. Jim also finds pleasure holding the whip as well as kissing mine."

Both passion and fear came into her mind as she listened, afraid she could not dominate an adult man although the idea did excite her. The picture arising in her mind as Marie instructed her pleased her in every way, increasing her masturbation while Marie continued talking "You must dominate him. He must lick your heels. He will not roll over for you as Ellen did. He will dominate you if he can. His domination is strong and practiced. You are also strong. Tonight you will practice. When we get home tonight, there will be two whips in the room. I will hold one of them. You will both kiss my whip. You will both lick my heels. One of you will hold the other whip. Whoever holds that whip when we are done will come to my bed. I do hope you hold it. I love a strong beautiful woman in my bed. However, you are on your own. I will not help you."

When Lacy found a small orgasm with her hands, she slid off the chair, flirting with Marie as she crawled to her open legs. Smiling up at Marie, her voice was seductive, "Mistress, I'll share your bed tonight. He'll kiss my whip. He'll lick my heels and my asshole."

Lowering her head to serve her mistress with her mouth, she raised her own passion with her hands, giving it to her mistress with her mouth. Although Marie accepted her devotion and her passion was raised, she was not close to lust: The night had not yet started. Pushing Lacy away from her as she stood up, Marie spoke down to her with humor in her voice. "Get off your back like a street whore. We have more shopping to do. We must dress for our dinner date. Lead the way."

"Yes mistress."

Taking Marie by the arm, she headed for the intimate apparel shop, being sure she wanted to be wearing red when her dress hit the floor. Finally deciding she would wear no bra, thinking there was no need to cover what little she had; her breasts needed neither support nor adornment. They were quite pretty, just not very big.

Like a kid in a candy store, she rummaged through the panties, finding a pair that just covered her pubic mound in the front and covered her ass while leaving her hips bare, adorned with delicate lace all around. The garter belt was tiny and also covered with lace. Rose red stockings finished the set. Lacy wore them all except the tiny panties. Smiling as she put them into her small clutch purse, she was looking at Marie when she spoke. "They'll never make it to dinner. I am sure I won't need them until then."

Nothing was important in her mind, but her desire for a pair of heels. Taking Marie's hand, she led her to the shoe store, shooing away the salesman as she went to the heels, not wanting to share her excitement with a stranger. Petting the shoes as she looked them over brought her passion higher. It took her almost no time at all to find and select two sets of red heels. The ones without buckles she put on immediately, carrying the pair that buckled around her ankles to Marie then took her into a deep embrace the kiss and her voice were filled with excitement. "Mistress, this pair is for your bed tonight. I'm sure you'll buckle them for me. I know I turn you on. The most important part of shopping for our date is done, now I must find the right dress." 

Taking Marie by the hand, she led them to the evening wear shop, walking around the store; she let her hands caress the colors and the sensuous materials. After she had held several red dresses up to her, she decided, any of them that displayed her sexuality made her look like a street whore. Green had always been the best color for her. Bright green was out, not wanting her heels to look like Christmas ornaments. Wanting real color, she looked for light green, not lime green. Excitement filled her eyes when her hands found the perfect dress in the perfect color. Entering the fitting room, she hoped it fit as well as it looked.

When she stepped out of the fitting room, her eyes sparkled, flushing with arousal when she saw herself in the mirror. The woman in the mirror, looking back at her was stunning. The top of the dress circled her neck then the neck piece spread out to cover her breasts. Although there was room for more breasts than she had, she thought it fit as well as any dress she ever bought. The neckline was low enough to have shown her cleavage if she had any. The dress swept under her arms leaving her shoulders and back bared, covering her ass completely while clinging to her tightly. She had always bought dresses that flared at the hips, tonight she wanted to proudly show off her ass and her thighs, being quite proud of them. The dress was cut short, barely covering her stocking tops. As she posed for Marie, she smiled wickedly, taking her into a full embrace, holding her tightly, she rocked her hips against her. Her eyes sparkled with the lust of arousal when she spoke. "Mistress, we could skip dinner. Take me home now. They do not serve what I want to eat at a restaurant."

"Not a chance in hell bitch. There's a play being performed tonight: 'Beauty and the Beast.' Comedy or tragedy, I'll enjoy the show... It is tempting. You do look good enough to eat."

Taking control of the shopping, she led Lacy out of the store to an office suite on the floor above the mall shops. The small office had a small sign in the window: "Costumes. 1 hour alterations." Walking into the office hand in hand with Marie, her nose was assaulted with the erotic smell of leather, raising her arousal along with her passion. Sitting at the sewing machine, a woman turned to look over her shoulder and when she saw Marie, she smiled brightly, sliding off the chair onto her knees. Sliding her tight skirt slowly up her thighs, she spread her knees, bowing her head as she put her hands behind her back, speaking with a smile in her voice. "Yes mistress, how may I serve you?"

"Alice, close the shop then kneel naked before me."

"Yes mistress."

Smiling everywhere, she closed the shop quickly and then took off her clothes slowly, flirting with Marie as she shed them then knelt naked before her mistress except for her heels and the golden collar around her neck. Marie commanded her with authority. "Lick my heels. Lick Lacy's heels. Call us both mistress."

"Yes mistress."

Leaning forward while lowering her head, she licked Marie's heels then kissed each of them. Crawling to Lacy, she smiled up at her as she spoke seductively, "Yes Mistress Lacy." The woman flirted with Lacy for a moment before she lowered her head to her heels.

The flirtatious air about her vanished when Marie spoke crisply. "I need you talents with a sewing machine more than your talented mouth. Lacy: stand on the stage. Hold your hair. Do not say a word."

It seemed strange not to answer Marie, and she almost did. Stepping up onto the stage in perfect posture with her head high, she stood on the stage held in self-bondage by Marie's commands. Compulsion was something she no longer felt about Marie's commands, now finding excitement as well as pleasure obeying her. Her attention, however was on the pretty woman on her knees before her, appearing older than she was and younger than Marie. The servitude of the woman before her brought her full arousal, her vagina rocking her hips as her eyes caressed Alice.

Calling the kneeling woman to her, she stood next to Lacy, fondling her breasts as she showed Alice the material that encircled her neck and covered her breasts. "The material is too full. It's baggy on her breasts. Cut it down. Just wide enough to cover her: Tight enough to show her." Sliding her hand down Lacy's body, her words were crisp commands as she caressed her thigh. "Slit the side. I want her thigh to flash when she walks. I want it covered when she stands."

"Yes mistress."

Raising to her feet, she put on a shop apron, then stood before Lacy with her head bowed, speaking in a seductive voice. "If it pleases the mistress, I must handle the dress, and the mistress."

"Kiss me first."

"Yes mistress."

While smiling deeply, she took off the apron and then took Lacy into a full embrace and a passion filled kiss. Fully aroused she responded to the kiss, wanting to let go of her hair and wanting to slap her and then push her between her legs. Her hands being held in bondage to Marie's commands, she caressed Alice with her hips, shaking with arousal when she broke the kiss. Putting the apron back on, she used her hands to stroke Lacy's breasts.

While pinning the material and making tiny marks here and there, she took full advantage of Lacy's bondage, fondling her erotically while she worked. "If it pleases the mistress, I must undress you; the dress is beautiful, but not as beautiful as you will be with the dress off."

With erotic intent her hands caressed her as she undressed her. Marie's sharp commands demanded her attention and her obedience. "Let go of your hair. Take her. You want her... I can see it in your eyes. When you are done, you will attend me while she attends to her menial task."

"Yes mistress," left her mouth by rote. As her attention turned to Alice, her eyes turned feral as she took her by the hair, forcing her to her knees then slapped her, her voice flavored with her arousal. "Put your hands in your cunt bitch."

"Yes mistress."

Pleasure enveloped her mind when she slapped her again. "Do my slaps excite you bitch? They excite me."




Leather and Lacy Ch. 04



"Yes mistress, they do excite me."

Reclining onto the stage, while pulling the woman's head to her open vagina, using one hand on the top of her vagina while her other hand controlled the woman's mouth on her open wetness. Domination filled her mind with pleasure as she shared her passion with Marie while receiving it from the woman between her legs.

The air around them became charged with the excitement arising from them both, Alice was as fully aroused by her submission as Lacy was with her dominance, her hands moving between her own legs, bringing her pleasure as Lacy found a powerful orgasm. As she peaked she pulled the woman's head up and slapped her again. When she did, she found an orgasm in her mind as powerful as the one in her vagina, her whole world exploded with her intensity of her passion. Pushing Alice away from her, she crawled to Marie, speaking in a sultry voice. "If it pleases my mistress, I want to eat at your restaurant."

"It pleases me bitch."

Filled with her own lust, she attacked Marie's vagina. The sight and smell enveloped her. The flavor of Marie's passion filled her mouth, filling her mind with pleasure. She was lost in her service to her mistress, when Alice quietly approached Marie with her head bowed, holding a whip, kissing it before offering it to her on her open hands: "For my mistress's pleasure."

Excitement transmuted into pleasure when her hand closed on the whip, rising higher as she used it. A cloud of erotic pleasure settled over her, finding pleasure from Lacy's mouth and hands, finding greater pleasure in her whip and her dominance. When the sensations became too much for her, she fell onto her back on the rug before her mistress, her hands still active between her legs; her body shuddered in bursts of pleasure her hips never stopped rocking. Looking down at her as she used her hands to bring her own orgasm on in waves, Marie was satisfied for the moment. Her passion was up, and her lust was not far away. The sewing machine hummed as both women lay in repose.

With her head bowed, Alice approached with a warm sponge and a small soft towel, attending to Marie first, then Lacy. As she pulled Lacy to her feet, she spoke demurely with her head bowed and her eyes lowered. "If it pleases the mistress, I will attend to your dressing."

"Kiss me first."

"Yes mistress."

Freely sampling her charms while drawing her passion from her mouth, she kissed her deeply; excitement and arousal brought a sparkle to her eyes while Alice helped her into her dress, caressing her sensuously as she smoothed the material to her body. Not being alone in her arousal, the lust that flavored her voice sparkled in her eyes when she spoke with her head bowed. "Mistress Lacy, you are so beautiful."

Being led by Alice, she walked to the fitting mirrors, standing tall in the multiple reflections as she turned slowly, posing for herself. Caught up in her own beauty, her reflection raised her lust, flushing her with arousal. Turning to pose for Marie, she caressed her with her eyes then walked to her with intent, kissing her deeply, with her lips, her body and her hands, her intent was to raise her passion to match her own. However, Marie broke the kiss then turned to Alice, speaking crisply, "Alice, you are on duty at the leather shop tomorrow. Ellen will be busy serving her new mistress. Ten o'clock sharp. Wear no underwear. You will also be busy."

"Yes mistress."

After seeing them out of the door, Alice locked it behind them, and then headed for her dildo and the soft padded couch. Leading her to a small beauty shop, Marie's happiness filled her voice when she spoke with a broad smile. "We are right on time for our appointments. I'm having my nails done. You bitch are having your hair done. Your mother's hair do is as ugly as her dress."

"Yes mistress."

Even though tears welled up in her eyes, they did not affect her poise or lower her passion. Everything excited her, and she was definitely excited by the beautician, who was older than her, having an aura of maturity about her, her body was full and lush. Being rubenesque rather than fat, a deeply sensual radiance enveloped Lacy when she stepped into her sphere, standing close she kissed her lightly: "I'm Lacy."

The beauticians face was red with embarrassment from the public display of affection when she spoke. "I'm Robin."

"Robin, look at my hair. It looks like I am getting ready to go to a PTA fund raiser. Do I look like I'm dressed for the PTA?"

Snickering with amusement when she replied, her body flushed with arousal. "No ma'am. It looks like you are dressed for a hunt."

"Close... Do something with my hair. Cut it or something. My hair should be a sexy as my dress."

Letting her arousal fade, she turned her attention from Lacy to her hair, pulling it out while fussing with it in various ways. "You need something radical. Your hair is light enough I can put in a temporary color without bleaching it. If you like it I can put in permanent color later. Not much color. It must be bright almost shocking, but not much of it. I don't want anything to detract from your beautiful face. I'll cut a lot. You'll like it."

"If you put color in my hair, it must match my heels not my dress. My heels will still be on when my dress is on the floor."

"Yes ma'am."

Taking her by the hand Robin led her to her chair, and as soon as she had covered her, she began masturbating; flirting with her while she did, letting her passion spill softly out of her mouth.

While trying to ignore the masturbation she worked on her hair, finding her arousal rising without her involvement and was breathing hard when Lacy found her orgasm. Soft words left her mouth along with the muted sounds of passion. The words were spoken softly but were clearly commands. "Kiss me bitch. Kiss me now."

The commands were compelling, flushing her face as she obeyed her orders. Crooning into Robin's mouth as she found her pleasure, she filled her mouth with passion and then fell back into her afterglow almost asleep, laying in contented repose as Robin worked on her hair.

A soft sensuous kiss brought her back to consciousness. Pulling her up, she held a mirror for her. Gasping when she saw her reflection, she almost did not recognize herself. The front and sides of her hair were almost gone and there were little strands of bright red color threading through her hair. Although the sides of her hair had been tapered back, it still reached the middle of her back, but no longer covered her shoulders. Her face was now fully uncovered.

It was so different she was not sure she liked it at first but as she looked herself over, she saw the style brought a maturity to her appearance that brought her pleasure, wanting to look fully mature. It was definitely different. Having never changed the style of her hair before, it had always been, like her life, normal and neat. Her hair was now as radical as her life had become.

Standing up to pose for herself before the mirror, she accepted the radical hair do as part of her new radical life. When she accepted the radical hair do as her own, she saw that she was even more beautiful, however she knew the new hair-do would only work with an attitude as radical as the style.

With a smile on her face, Robin stepped up to her and worked with the hair near her ears. When she stepped back Lacy had green ringlets falling in front of her ears. The green almost matching her dress, she was pleased with the effect. Robin spoke softly, "Let me show you. They're easy to change. They just clip onto your hair. They come in all colors." Fussing with her hair again she then stepped back. The ringlets were now the same color red as the streaks of color in her hair. Humor filled her voice and her eyes as she spoke softly. "These are for when your dress is on the floor."

Replacing the green ringlets she stood back with pride in her eyes and arousal in her vagina. Seeing herself in the full length mirror, she suddenly loved the new style, feeling sexy and sassy. Blushing as she spoke demurely with her head bowed, robin's arousal could be heard in her voice. "I do out calls. I would love to do your hair in private."

Turning her attention from herself to Robin, she looked her over. Her blushes and her bowed head excited her as she let her gaze caress her body, posing for her as she commanded her. "Robin, look at me."

"Yes ma'am."

"Do I look good enough to eat?"

Blushing bright red, she bowed her head and lowered her eyes, speaking softly as she answered. "Yes ma'am, you do."

"Give me your cell."

Pulling her phone from a drawer, Robin handed it to her with her heart racing. Seducing her with her smile while she dialed in her cell phone number then hung up, handing the phone back, she spoke crisply. "Call me tomorrow at noon. You can style my servants hair."

Excitement filled her eyes and flavored her voice when she replied. "Yes ma'am. Come with me. I'll do your makeup. Whoever you are hunting doesn't have a chance. He'll be eating out of your hand."

Humor filled her mind as she laughed aloud before she spoke. "It's not my hand he'll be eating out of."

Joining her in her laughter, Robin was smiling broadly when she sat her in the cosmetics booth. With willful intent she calmed her mind as Robin worked. When she was done, Lacy was pleased everywhere, seeing a woman looking back at her from the mirror. Smiling in her confidence, she was ready for anything.

When she posed for Marie, she found pleasure and excitement in her pleased expression. Turning to Robin, she took her into a full embrace and a deep kiss which obviously excited both women. When she broke the kiss she slid her hand up the front of her dress bringing her head and eyes down while her face flushed again, breathing hard while Lacy fondled her large breast. Sparkling with excitement, her voice was filled with amusement when she spoke. "You will not be eating out of my hand either woman. Wear something exciting that is easy to take off. I had better be excited with what I see when your dress hits the floor."

"Yes Ma'am."

Taking her hand to lead her out of the beauty shop, Marie was smiling broadly when she spoke. "You work fast woman. Yesterday you had no slaves, now it looks as if you have two. It's a full plate you've loaded. I hope you are hungry."

"Yes mistress. I am hungry. I promise I'll clean my plate. I'll even share my desert with you. Robin looks good enough to eat. I'm sure she has enough passion to feed us both." Taking her into her arms she kissed her with passion then smiled slyly as she spoke. "I hope I have a full plate tonight. I'm very hungry right now."

"You can be sure your plate is full tonight woman. We still have more shopping to do."

Leading her to a jewelry store, Marie shopped for her without consulting her on any of it. When Marie was finished shopping, she had gold on her wrists, diamonds in her ears and both around her neck. Wonder took her mind, having difficulty believing Marie had just spent almost $10,000 dollars for her accessories. Having never owned a diamond before, she now had several. Speaking softly to her, she paid for the jewelry. "Diamonds and gold: They'll still be here when your beauty has faded. Nothing keeps a woman warmer than diamonds and gold."

Filled with excitement as she was led away, she had never been happier, however her excitement slowly faded into fear when Marie led her to the restaurant, suddenly realizing the enormity of the task before her. Not sure she could do it as she had always been intimidated by men, as she pondered fear slowly turned to indecision. When she saw herself reflected in a mirror in the lobby of the restaurant, she was startled by her appearance. The girl Lacy was gone. A sexy woman looked back at her. Being turned on by herself, her fear evaporated as her vagina opened. Being sure she would arouse Jim's passion, she wanted to masturbate and almost did.

They were escorted and seated at a secluded table in the back of the restaurant. A large tip brought Lacy a strong creamy smooth alcohol drink which she drank quickly then another one appeared. Drinking this one slower, she let the alcohol relax her as she listened to Marie.

"Your test is about to start. You must be strong if you want to share my bed tonight. You have two advantages in this test. You do not have to fear Jim's strength. I will not allow him to force you physically. The other advantage you have is that Jim does not know about your test. He will expect a submissive woman. Most of the women I bring to him are. Surprise is a powerful tool. Save it until you need it. It's only good once."

"Yes mistress."

The alcohol had calmed her body, but did not calm her mind. As the enormity of her task dawned on her, she began to get muddled. Tears filled her eyes without spilling down her face. Knowing she could not talk, she no longer felt like a strong woman. The sharp slap shocked her as much as Marie's sharp words. "I did not bring a girl to dinner with me. If you can't handle this, I will call a cab. You can return to your parents, or you can sleep in the closet. I will enjoy my evening either way. Go to the rest room. Put your panties on while you straighten out your attitude. I expect to see the eyes of a woman when you return."

"Yes mistress."

Everything in her wanted to run from the table; however she took a deep breath before she stood up, straightened her posture and her attitude, holding her head high as she walked from the table. Smiling in her confidence, she showed herself proudly, her eyes defying anyone to take what she displayed.

Masturbating in the rest room, she brought herself up to full arousal, but did not allow herself an orgasm, wanting her eyes to sparkle with passion. Touching up her hair as she calmed her mind, she was smiling brightly when she returned to the table with her attitude firmly in place, looking down at everyone; except Marie. As she walked to the table she could feel the men caress her with their eyes which excited her, raising her adore, which rose even higher when she saw an older woman looking at her with envy as she passed.

Poise and confidence seemed to raise her above them all, removing her attention from her audience as she approached the table; focusing her attention on Marie even though she could not yet see her. Excitement turned to passion when she saw her at the table, wanting to kneel before her in front of everyone. As she neared the table she saw Jim sitting across from Marie. Her anger flared instantly, wanting to slap him. Stepping up close to Marie, she bowed her head as she spoke. "Yes mistress."

Seeing him smile deeply, she knew her beauty and her submission to Marie both excited him. Those thoughts excited her, raising her arousal higher. Marie's velvet smooth voice intruded into her world. "Lacy, this is my husband Jim. I'm sure you'll get along fine."

When he rose to tower over her all confidence fled from her. He was as beautiful as Marie was. Her anger at his presence returned her confidence to her. Raising her head, she was looking directly into his eyes when she took his hand, having to raise her eyes a lot to find his.

Almost losing herself in his hypnotic eyes, she forced herself to look away, finding her strength again when she looked at Marie, who sat smiling at the whole scene, an air of amusement hovering around her. Returning her attention to Jim when he spoke, she flirted with her eyes as she listened. "I am pleased to meet you Lacy. Marie brings such beautiful women into my life." He then leaned down and kissed her lightly with a kiss was so brief, she almost missed it.

Smiling demurely, with her eyes lowered while her head remained high, she spoke as demurely as she had smiled. "I'm sure you can kiss better than that. Marie can."

With a red face she tiptoed up, offering him her lips. Smiling broadly, he kissed her again. The kiss this time was full, but not lewd. First accepting the kiss, she then took over the kiss. Her kiss was full and filled with passion; flushing her face with arousal when she spoke. "I am so glad to meet you Jim. Marie has told me all about you. You are as pretty as she said you were."

Seating her next to Marie, he blushed slightly as he sat down across from them. Flirting with Jim through the meal, her seduction was subtle, being demure in her flirtation, lowering her eyes to him, but never lowering her head; however she bowed her head to Marie every time she interacted with her, her vagina pulsing with arousal every time she did.

By the time the meal was done, she was trembling with arousal, having difficulty sitting still in her chair. Being able to maintain control of her poise, she was not in control of her vagina. No matter how hard she tried, she could not stop her hips from rocking in her chair. Her damp panties were like a warm wet washcloth between her legs, she wanted them off, and wanted him kneeling between her legs while at the same time she wanted Marie, wanting to kneel between her legs. As chaotic thoughts swirled through her mind, the only clear thought that distilled was: She wanted to fuck. Being filled with her arousal she ached with desire, knowing her orgasm was laying just out of reach, all she needed was her hand for just a few moments. The idea of excusing herself to return to the restroom so she could finish her masturbation took her mind, almost completely. However she knew if she did it would relax her, and was sure if she relaxed he would own her.

Thinking of him in Marie's bed, instead of herself, brought her anger back, welcoming it she pet it, raising it higher. Although her mind filled with anger she did not glare it out, rather she saved it, feeling strong in her anger. Although the ends of her fingers trembled with emotion, she let none of it show; however she could not hide it from Marie who saw it clearly, bringing her amusement while everything around her sparkled.

Having taken control of the conversation at the table, she now took control of the evening, withdrawing her energy from them both while watching them spar. Bubbling with happy, she had not been this excited for some time. It all amused her, knowing Jim as well as she did she could see him spread his hansom charm all over her, and could see her use her subtle feminine charms to disarm him. While rooting for Lacy, she did not interfere.

Leading them to a small night club, with a small dance floor, Marie produced a generous tip which allowed Lacy to enter into the darkened world. Firmly in control of the evening, Marie danced with Jim first, then with Lacy, and when they danced, she held Lacy as tightly as she did Jim, raising both of their passions with equal vigor. Happy in her play, she found neither passion nor lust within her cognition but could see and feel the arousal in both of her toys. The pleasure that filled her mind was full, knowing she was in total control. Sending them out to dance, relaxing back lightly masturbating while she watched, their beauty and grace raised her passion to arousal.

When he held her close, she felt tiny in his arms, her eyes level with his chest she could feel his erection pressing against her lower belly. As they danced he began to rub himself against her, his energy becoming sexual while letting his hand slip down onto the swell of her ass. Seeing Marie at the table, she was filled with her desire to be in her bed, turning her attention back to him her anger flared. As she seethed with anger, the hand on her ass fondled her.

As if a switch had been flipped she stopped dancing, stepping back from him as she pulled his head down with his tie then slapped him. Her voice was as hard as her slap had been. "Asshole. Touch me like that again and I will beat you to death. You can have my ass if and when, my mistress gives it to you. Not until." Then softening her eyes and her voice she spoke seductively. "Touch me again, if you found pleasure in my slap. I found pleasure in it... Apologize to me and finish the dance. I have a lot of energy to expend tonight." When he started to take her into his arms she glared her anger at him as she spoke sharply. "I gave you an order. I heard no answer. I'll slap you again if you do not answer me properly."




Leather and Lacy Ch. 04



Embarrassment flushed his face and lowered his eyes, being aware of the people watching them; however she was aware of no one, except him and Marie. He lowered his eyes but did not bow his head when he obeyed Lacy's command. "Yes Ma'am. I apologize for my actions. Please forgive me."

Swelling with pride she smiled at Marie as she spoke to Jim. "Kiss me and I'll forget the whole incident."

His face was still reddened when he lowered his head to her, kissing her lightly. Boldness ruled her mind as she took over the kiss, filling his mouth with passion flavored with her arousal. Her new found strength, and his submission, excited her in every way. Turning from the dance floor, she pulled Jim behind her as she returned to their table, sliding into the booth against the wall. When Jim started to sit next to Marie, she held his hand tightly; pulling him into the booth close to her then kissed him deeply, her eyes glowing with lust when she broke the kiss; her voice sparkled with arousal when she spoke. "Mistress may I use your man? I want to so bad. I'm so hot. Let me put him under the table... or in a closet."

With sparkling eyes she laughed a light easy laugh, her passion having risen when Lacy slapped him on the dance floor, and rose higher when she heard her pleading voice. Smiling, she spoke with a sultry voice. "By all means micro bitch, put him under the table. When he has relieved your need, he can raise my passion."

Glaring her anger out to him, her voice filled with power as she commanded him. "Kneel before me asshole. Take my panties off. Eat me. Do it right. I'll tie you up and put you in the closet if you do not."

"Yes ma'am."

When Jim slipped under the table she accepted his service, while sharing her passion with her mistress. Marie found arousal flirting with Lacy and when he crawled to her, she used his mouth for her pleasure. Excitement having raised her passion, her orgasm was strong, but did not have even a taste of lust. Contented in her afterglow, she was satisfied for the moment, being sure she would drink deeply from her lust tonight.

When he crawled up from under the table, Marie announced it was time to go. As he led them to the car, they followed closely behind him holding each other closely as they walked; Lacy carried her small clutch purse and her heels with the buckles, carrying the red ringlets with her heels.

The car was a small, expensive four door sedan, with only two seats in the front; she was not happy about sitting in the back by herself. When the car got out of the traffic, she leaned over between the front seats, kissing Marie with passion. Her excited voice was filled with amusement. "Mistress, can I play with your man. Please mistress. I really want to. He's so pretty."

While fondling her tiny breasts as she kissed her deeply, lingering with the kiss, her body was as fully aroused as her mind: Watching her take control excited her, which was evident in her voice. "He is a pretty toy. You can play with him."

Leaning over the driver's seat, she kissed his neck then bit him sharply while her hands unbuckled his belt and then unzipped his pants. As she pulled his erection from his pants, she was excited in every way. This was the first time she had even seen an erection, much less handled one. Stroking the erection with intent, she spoke to him between kisses and bites to his neck. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Yes ma'am. You are quite beautiful."

"Did you find pleasure touching my ass?"

"Yes ma'am. I did find pleasure in it."

As she continued to stroke his erection, it began to weep with his arousal. As her hand became sticky with his lust, her voice became sticky with hers. "Did you like the taste of me? Did you find pleasure kneeling before me?"

"Yes ma'am. I liked the taste of you."

Biting him sharply on the neck, her voice became harsh and demanding. "Answer me right asshole. Did you enjoy kneeling before me?"

"Yes ma'am. I found pleasure serving you."

Beaming with pleasure, her voice returned to soft and alluring. "Do I excite you? Do you want to fuck me?"

Her hand had never stopped moving while they spoke, masturbating him fully. Feeling him swell in her hand, she could hear the lust flavor his words when he replied. "Yes ma'am. You excite me. I do want to fuck you."

His words brought her pleasure, but not as much as her own words did when she replied. "You will fuck me at my mistress's pleasure... after you lick my heels."

Slipping between the two front seats, she lowered her mouth to his erection, sucking him with passion, pausing long enough to speak then returned to her pleasure. "Give it to me asshole. Fill my mouth. You can't keep it from me. Your passion is mine. I want it now." Lacy's mouth became animated while she used her hand to stroke his erection, taking it deep into her mouth. Being unable hold his passion back, he slowed the car as he ejaculated into her mouth.

It was more exciting than erotic when she swallowed his lust, it being her first taste of semen, finding as much pleasure in the taste of male lust as she had found drinking a woman's lust, As she snuggled back into the seat, she decided she could use a man in her life just to feed her. She snickered to herself: I'll eat at his restaurant then put him back in the closet until I'm hungry again.

When they arrived home, he opened the door for Marie and then opened the back door for her helping her out. Leaving her purse, but still carrying her new red heels and her red ringlets, there was a coyness in her voice as she spoke. "Carry me. I want to kiss you. You are strong enough to carry me... aren't you?"

A smile filled his face as he took Lacy easily up into his arms then responded. "Yes ma'am. I'm strong enough to handle you."

Although she heard the element of intimidation in his voice, she let it slide as if she had not noticed. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him with passion; she had a lot. Nestling her face into his neck for just a moment, she let him relax then bit his neck sharply glaring up at him when she spoke. "You're strong enough to carry me. You'll never be strong enough to handle me. Asshole."

His head was bowed slightly when he replied. "Yes ma'am,"

When he spoke, She felt him relax, smiling to herself when he did. Smug in her confidence she was sure he would kiss her whip and lick her heels. Arousal filled her body as she thought about sharing Marie's bed tonight. As her lust rose, her hips rocked while she kissed him deeply. Feeling his passion raise, she became excited everywhere, knowing she would have a real erection in her tonight.

When they got into the house, he put her down onto her feet. Giving him none of her attention, she turned and walked into the den, dropping the heels in the corner of the room as she walked towards Marie. Making another attempt at dominating her, he walked up behind her, winding his hand into her hair, pulling her up onto her tiptoes.

Holding her up on her toes easily with one hand, he lowered his head to hers, kissing her lewdly while his free hand mauled her breasts. Intimidation flavored his powerful voice, filled with threat and authority. "It looks like I am strong enough to handle you. You little bitch."

Lowering his head, he kissed her lewdly while his hands roughly groped her tender spots. When he forced his tongue into her mouth, she bit down sharply. When he instinctively pulled his head away, she slapped him with all of her might, the sound of the slap resounding through the room.

Before he could react, she sank her teeth into his pectoral next to his nipple, being angry at herself, having missed his nipple. Adding that anger to the rest of it in her mind, she put all her rage into the bite, shaking her head, trying to tear off a piece of his chest as she growled deep in her throat as he used her hair to pull himself free.

The sharp pain from her head did not affect her in any way as she gave her fury full rein. Every indignity she had ever suffered at a man's hands came to her mind. There was no rationality in her voice as she screamed in her fury. "Asshole. I warned you. Your ass is mine."

The force of her fury gave her words a tangible force, backing him up as she slapped him again then once more, her slaps alone would not have cowed him but the force of her fury did. Each slap brought her great pleasure, being fully aroused, she raged with anger, passion and lust. They could all be heard in her voice when she almost screamed at him. "On your knees asshole. Take your shirt off. If you're not bleeding, I'll bite you again."

Lacy turned her back on him as he knelt onto the floor, removed his tie, and then unbuttoned his shirt as she walked to Marie, bowing her head as she spoke, the calmness of her words belied the anger in her mind. "Mistress, please let me have the whip, and his ass. I want them both so bad." Excitement filled Marie's eyes, smiling her approval as she handed her a whip. First kissing the whip lovingly, she then let her fury recapture her eyes having never left her mind. As she walked up to Jim, she was pleased to see the tiny drops of blood from the lesions on his chest.

Walking to the fireplace, seething with anger, she rubbed her finger on the inside the stove, her finger emerging with black oily soot on the end of it. Walking up to him while glaring her anger at him, she rubbed the blackness into the fresh wounds. Her voice was as harsh and as demanding as her eyes. "You will remember me forever. Every time you look at your chest, you'll remember me. Kiss my whip... asshole."

Glaring down at him she offered the whip to his lips. When he hesitated, she slapped him as hard as she could. Glaring at him as she held the whip, fury filled her voice. "Next time I'll double up my fist. You'll look like a battered bride in the morning."

Contriteness surrounded him as he lowered his head, speaking before he kissed the whip. "Yes Ma'am."

Beaming with power and dominance, she slapped him again. "Call me mistress."

"Yes mistress."

Excited everywhere she turned from him, speaking over her shoulder as she walked seductively towards Marie. "Strip asshole. You had better be functional as well as pretty."

"Yes mistress."

Kneeling before Marie, she bowed her head then lowered it to her heels, licking them with devotion, and then kissed each one. The excitement of her dominance sparkled her eyes while flavoring her voice. "If it pleases my mistress, I would like to remove my dress before I use the whip."

"After you kiss me like a woman, you may remove your dress and use the whip for your pleasure."

"Yes mistress."

Kissing Marie did not raise either women's passion as they were already open, wet and fully aroused, however her kiss was filled with an intense lust that almost consumed her, taking her rationality from her as she fondled Marie intimately. When she broke the kiss, she stood up, removing her dress slowly while flirting with her. Removing the green ringlets, she replaced them with the red ones from the floor then turned to him with the whip in her hand. Her voice was calm yet demanding. "Lick my shoes. Call me mistress."

When he lowered his head to obey his new mistress, his manner was humble while his voice was soft. "Yes mistress."

Using the whip on him as he licked and kissed her heels, she beamed with her power and control as he served her. Her commands fell naturally from her mouth. "My mistress is excited. Pleasure her. Crawl to her. Lick her heels. Lick her asshole. Call her mistress."

"Yes mistress."

When he crawled to Marie, he was totally submissive, finding pleasure in Lacy's strength. Only finding pleasure in submission to a strong woman, he found great pleasure serving her, yet a part of him still wanted to dominate her. Kneeling before his mistress, he licked her asshole and then used his talented mouth to bring her pleasure, letting her guide his head with her hands, while Lacy beamed as she used the whip.

Rarely was Marie fully aroused so soon. Her passion ragged, while she used his mouth to find a deep full orgasm that took her mind away. Lost in her consuming passion which was feral in its intensity, her unintelligible voice coming from deep in her throat was just as feral. As her orgasm filled her body and her mind with pleasure it was flavored with just a touch of lust.

Pushing him away from Marie, she trembled with an excitement that flavored her voice. "Get away from her asshole. She's mine. You raise her passion. I drink it."

Trembling with excitement and arousal, she drank deeply from Marie as the liquid passion flowed freely. Drinking it all, she lovingly licked up all traces of her passion, and then falling onto her back, consumed with lust which could be heard in her voice as she issued her commands. "Bring you mouth over here asshole. Make me come. Lick my asshole when you do."

"Yes mistress." Using all of his talent and experience, of which he had a lot, he brought her passion up to lust before he brought her to orgasm.

Screaming and moaning as her lust rose to fullness; her orgasm brought feral sounds from deep in her throat, out her mouth in full volume, screaming as her orgasm peaked. "Lick my asshole. Do it now."

Using her hands to finish her orgasm, the feel of his wet tongue brought her as much pleasure as her orgasm did. Relaxing back, happy with her success, her passion lowered, however she was not sated. Without her involvement her hips rocked rhythmically as she relaxed into her pleasure, while her vagina filled with arousal.

When Marie called him to her with her eyes, he crawled up onto the wide couch, kissing her deeply. Taking his erection into her hand, she stroked him while kissing his chest next to the wounds, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she spoke. "She is right. You'll never forget her. She'll never forget you either. You will fuck her tonight. You'll be her first man. Isn't she hot? She was a blushing virgin only yesterday."

"Yes mistress she is hot. She's also a vicious little beast. I'll enjoy fucking her. A ball gag would be a good muzzle for her."

"Right now you are fucking me... as soon as you kiss my whip and lick my heels. Then we will have the micro bitch for desert."

"Yes mistress."

Seething, roiling anger filled her mind as she glared at him while he served his mistress. Fury murdered her rationality, not wanting to be desert; she wanted him to be the desert she would share with her mistress. As she glared her anger at him, her desire to slap him was almost irresistible. Only the bondage of Marie's commands held her in her place. Just the thought of slapping him raised her passion. The only pleasure she could find while watching him in service her mistress was the pleasure in Marie's eyes as he did. Seething anger merged with her intense desire for Marie, turning her passion into pure lust. Masturbating to the sight and sounds of Marie's pleasure flavored with her own anger; brought her an orgasm of blinding intensity.

When Marie's passion could not be held in check, she fell back into the couch, her voice was commanding, filled with arousal. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Bring me pleasure."

"Yes mistress."

Lacy's orgasm did not lower her passion, being filled with passion and devotion to Marie, who's wild abandoned passion returned her lust to fullness as her hands brought her another intense orgasm.

Singing a duet with her mistress while glaring her anger at Jim, her orgasm peaked again. The pleasure and passion intensified her anger. The desire to slap Jim expanded in her mind, becoming a compelling force. She was as determined to slap him as she was to not to share her mistress with him. Being in no mood for an afterglow, Marie roused herself up from her pleasure to issue her commands. "Lacy serve us drinks, then kneel before us."

"Yes mistress."

Shaking off her own afterglow, she rose to obey her orders. After serving drinks she knelt before them. There was no happy in her mind or on her face as she knelt before him, but her head was not muddled. Gathering her anger, she caressed it in her mind, knowing she would use it soon. Her anger was now as large as her desire for Marie. She knew she would use it soon, knowing she would do whatever it took to have the whip in her hand when Marie went to her bed. She served them both graciously raising a smile that lied.

Kneeling in perfect posture before Marie and Jim seated on the couch, she bowed her head before her mistress while ignoring him completely. She would not bow her head to him. She would even defy Marie if necessary. That thought surprised her. She wondered if she could defy Marie, and hoped she did not have to find out, wanting to please her mistress completely. Suddenly rising to her feet, Marie spoke over her shoulder as she left the room. "Don't move: Either of you. I'll be right back."

Raising her eyes, she smiled demurely at him, flirting with him through her eyelashes, lowering her eyes in her seduction while her head remained high. Lightly masturbating, she found no passion in it although it brought her eyes alive with arousal. Lying with her smiling eyes, she savored her anger and the strength it gave her, hiding it from him, wanting him to relax. Coldly methodical in her seduction she promised everything to him with her warm eyes.

Knowing she was beautiful, and that he lusted for her body, her flirtation became a part of her domination. When Marie returned with a bright red corset in her hand, she handed it to him smiling as she commanded Lacy. "Stand up. Hold your hair. Spread your legs. Do not say a word. Jim, lace her into her corset. Lace her tight."

"Yes mistress," fell easily from his mouth as he took the corset, smiling broadly as he approached her, his hands exploring her body. There was no seduction in her anywhere as she glared her anger at him. Pulling the corset into place and attaching it together in the back, he grinned as he tightening the laces with the full force of his strength; the laces cinching her waist tighter than ever before. Having trouble catching her breath, she never stopped glaring at him while he worked.

Using her bondage to Marie as an opportunity to fondle her intimately, he smiled as he began his own seduction. Almost inaudibly she growled from deep in her throat, in full fury seething with her anger. Removing the garter belt, he attached her stockings to the corset, fondling her as he smoothed the stockings to her legs, pausing from time to time to explore her intimately, raising her passion with his practiced hands. Being thankful for the sound of Marie's voice when it exploded into her consciousness, she obeyed her mistress. "Lacy come kneel before me."

The sound of Marie's voice had come as a shock to her, having been totally into her anger. She wanted to acknowledge her command, but the command not to speak still held her tongue. In full posture she walked to her mistress, kneeling before her without letting go of her hair as Marie called him to her side without words. Kissing him to raise his passion, her words were flavored by her amusement and her arousal. "Jim dear she must be fucked by a man. She is hot. It will be her first real fuck. She must find pleasure in it."

"Yes mistress. I'm not putting anything in her mouth. She's a vicious little beast."

Marie laughed aloud before she spoke. "Yes she is. I hope no one can tame her. I love the little beast just the way she is. She will suck your cock. She will face my displeasure if she bites you... Lacy, serve my man with your mouth. Bite him at your peril."

The plastic smile she raised could not quite hide the anger in her eyes as she bowed her head to her mistress when she replied. "Yes mistress. I serve you, by serving your man." Raising her eyes, her words became somewhat cold as she continued. "I would rather put him in the closet and suck your latex erection, or better yet lick your cunt."




Leather and Lacy Ch. 05



When Marie roused from her afterglow, he took her into his embrace, kissing her deeply with devotion rather than passion. The love he held for her was intense, not only loving her and her dominance of him, he also loved the adventures she brought into his life. His voice was somewhat surly when he spoke. "We should tie the little beast up and put her in the closet. She's dangerous."

Marie laughed. "A little danger spices up life. Take your chances if you want to fuck her."

"Yes mistress. I intend to tame the little beast tonight."

"You'll fuck her tonight. I'll be amazed if you tame her."

"Let me have full rein tonight and I will."

"Letting you have full reign will not tame her. It would only get her raped. You need more than muscles to tame her... I'm not sure I want her tamed. She's never bitten me, except to raise my passion. You may slap her to bring compliance. You may use the whip for compliance and for stimulation, but do not hurt her. Take her now. I want to see lust in her eyes when you fuck her."

Passion filled his eyes and flavored his voice as he fondled Lacy with his eyes while speaking without thought. "Yes mistress." Smiling broadly, he picked up the whip, kissed it then leered down at Lacy, his voice dripping with venom. "Rise up on your knees bitch. Put your hands behind your back. Pull your shoulders back. I want to see if you have any tits. "

Seething fuming anger filled her eyes as she rose up on her knees, seeing the steel cold determination that held his intense eyes steady there was no doubt in her mind she must obey. Having no intention of lowering her head to him, she was determined to hold the whip in her hand before the night was over. Although she would comply with his orders because she had no choice, she would not be submissive to him. 

"Hold your hair. I'll slap you if you let go."

Looking directly into his eyes while glaring her anger at him, she took her hair into her hands. Wanting to make her acknowledge his order, he knew she would not, knowing he must control her some other way than physically. Smiling as he began his assault, he was sure her own passion would betray her. As young as she was, he was sure her lust would take control of her and when it did he would take that control for himself.

Taking her by the hair, raising her up even higher on her knees, he kissed her deeply, but did not invade her mouth. Assaulting her with his passion, his hands caressed her breasts, using sharp pinches to stimulate her nipples into full erection. Breaking the kiss, he leaned his head down and sharply nipped her nipples with his teeth one at a time, becoming incessant with his hand while using his whip to lightly caress her body. While he fondled her intimately, his pleasure grew with his erection, seeing her nostrils flare with passion and arousal.

Smiling with satisfaction when her breath became ragged with lust, he again kissed her deeply to raise her passion. Standing up he slapped her sharply, his commands were just as sharp. "Give me your passion. I'll slap you until you do." Following her orders by rote she became animated with her mouth, but still put no passion into her kiss. Straightening up he slapped her again, his anger clearly heard in his voice. "Bitch, I want your passion. I'll have it. Kiss me right, or you're the one who will look like a battered bride in the morning."

Looking into his eyes, she had no doubt he would continue until she complied. When he again lowered his mouth to her, she kissed him with all the passion she had, her anger growing with her passion. Savoring her anger, she nursed it while petting it, using her anger to raise her passion higher; while her vagina began to use her.

When her vagina took full control of her hips, she moaned in her need, her arousal was full and her hips were fully out of her control. Gasping when his hand found her open, her hips rocked against his hand, being unable to dampen her adore, her anger rose higher. Although she wanted to keep her passion for herself and for her mistress, her hips gave him everything. As her arousal rose to passion, her vagina wanted not just control of her hips, she wanted full control of her body. Within her mind she was losing the battle with herself, even though her kiss was filled with passion, and her eyes glazed over with lust; her anger smoldered.

Stopping his assault suddenly, he stood over her stroking his erection. Smiling in triumph, he turned his back on her and walked to Marie, kneeling before her, his eyes lowered, speaking with amusement. "The little beast has raised my passion and your toy with it. If it pleases my mistress, I'll serve you while the little beast watches. She's hardly a meal. More like a snack. She's so little, I'd probably hurt her unless you take my lust first."

Accepting Jim into her full embrace and kiss, Marie's raging passion took control of her although her lust was not yet full it flavored her passion like a hot spice. Wild with her passion, she took her pleasure, demanding it, lying back with open legs, commanding his erection with her eyes alone. The look in her eyes, told him she wanted raw driving sex, being happy with what he saw, while being filled with his own lust, he wanted it calmed before he returned to his seduction, being determined she would give it all to him.

The passion he had raised in her, transmuted into seething anger as she listened, rising to fury when he said she was too little to take his lust, wanting to let go of her hair, and wanting to slap him, mostly she wanted to bite him again. Letting some of her anger vent with the rocking of her hips in her need, although her passion was gone, her arousal was still high, she knew the slightest touch to her sensitive spot would return her passion.

The call to her hands by her vagina was powerful, but not as powerful as her commands. Almost unable to keep her hands in bondage, the only thing that restrained her was seeing the full passion he brought to her mistress, finding pleasure seeing and hearing Marie in her passion as she thought to herself; At least he is useful for something. I'll put him in the closet until he is needed. I'll serve my mistress a warm dildo when she wants one, or I'll eat at his restaurant if I get hungry.

Finding pleasure in her thoughts and even more pleasure hearing her mistress sing out her orgasm, she knelt at Jim's command but did not feel like his captive. Petting her anger, she crooned in her mind like a mantra: Soon... soon.

While he attended to his mistress with his mouth, licking up the liquid of her passion with relish, he watched Lacy's hips rock in her need with pleasure, knowing he would lower her passion before he raised her lust. When Lacy caught his eyes as he looked at her, this time it was not his eyes that were hypnotic. He had given his lust to his mistress while she still had hers.

Lowering her eyes, she flirted with him through her eyelashes, licking her lips, while her hips rocked of their own accord. Radiating her new found sexuality at him, she knew he wanted her, seeing it clearly in his eyes, and when she called him to her with her eyes he almost came to her. Breaking his eyes away from her, he returned his attention to his mistress as his anger rose. Consciously raising his anger as well as his passion, he was determined to see Lacy kiss his whip. A smile of cold determination filled his face when he picked up the whip, kissing it as he turned towards her.

Glaring at her as he whipped her, she took the pain from the whip, using it to raise her anger higher; she was secure in her confidence: nothing would keep her from Marie's bed tonight. The whipping lowered her passion while at the same time raised her lust. The constant stimulation filled her vagina with warm liquid. Moaning from deep inside herself, she was caught in lust, however the lust did not cloud her mind or break her resolve.

Ceasing his whipping as suddenly as he had started it, he pushed her over onto her back. Keeping herself in bondage to her hair while he assaulted her with his passion, she tried to keep herself removed from his demands. Raising her passion with his hands and his mouth while nipping her neck and her nipples with his teeth, he demanded her participation. When her passion was full, he lowered his mouth to her vagina. His voice filled with confidence. "I'll have a snack before my meal. Give it to me bitch. You can't keep it from me."

Pleasure filled his mind as he used his mouth to take her lust. Being practiced in his seduction, he knew exactly what to do as Marie brought him a lot of woman to practice on. His confidence was as full as his erection being sure she would give it all to him. Not being able to hold her lust at bay, she let herself go completely, when she did her orgasm exploded with full writhing contractions, bringing screams and moans of pleasure from her mouth.

Sharing only the liquid from her vagina with him, she shared her pleasure with her mistress, holding Marie's eyes in bondage as she poured out her passion to her, feral lust giving her eyes a hypnotic power that held Marie captive. Being fully aroused, Marie found her orgasm with her hands, consumed with pleasure she shared her pleasure with Lacy although she rarely shared her orgasm with anyone.

Finding great pleasure from the liquid lust flowing from her, he drank his fill then crawled up to kneel next to Lacy's head, smiling down at her as he masturbated, one hand raising his lust as the other hand fondled her lewdly. Flirting with him, seducing him with her eyes, she felt powerful. Although her passion had been expended, her youthful sexuality still raged, powered by her anger. As her hips rocked she caressed him with her eyes.

Becoming lost in her eyes, his intense orgasm rose without his control as he ejaculated onto her breasts. Holding him captive with her eyes, she let go of her hair and began to wipe up the warm sticky liquid, delivering each drop to her mouth, lewdly sucking her fingers.

When she had finished, she returned to her self-bondage to her hair. In an instant her seductive smile vanished, as anger recaptured her eyes. The sudden change startled him, freeing him from the bondage of her eyes; anger filled her eyes while confidence filled her voice. "At least you have some value besides pleasing my mistress. You taste good. You were right. It was a nice snack before my meal."

Instantaneously his anger flared, slapping her without thinking, his voice trembled with emotion. "Bitch whore. I told you to hold your hair. You will obey me. You will serve me."

Knowing he had just lost control, she now knew she could raise his anger at her will. Even with her eyes lowered her reply was stone cold. "I will obey you because my mistress commands it. I will never serve you."

Barely able to contain his rage, he almost lost control completely, and as he used the whip on her he spoke with an authority he did not feel. "Fucking bitch: You will obey me because I demand it. You will serve me. I'll whip you until you do."

Struggling up onto her knees without letting go of her hair, she knelt in perfect posture, pulling her elbows back, displaying her pretty pert tits with her head high and her eyes lowered. Adding her lust to her anger, she spoke out clearly: "Soon asshole... soon."

As he walked around her using the whip, he controlled himself with difficulty, the lashes were harsh, but would leave no bruises. Being practiced in the use of a whip, he was at a loss as to what to do next, knowing he could raise her lust; he also knew it would do no good. He startled a little when Lacy broke the silence, her voice dripping with seduction. "You can rape me. Guard your chest when you do. Or, you can fuck me in service to your mistress."

Capturing his eyes with her own, she caught his testicles with her hand, pulling him to his knees while kneeling up and kissing him with passion and lust, her voice was soft and sensuous, seducing him with her velvet smooth words. "I'll fuck you so good. I'll bring you so much pleasure. I'll share my passion with you."

Taking him into a deep kiss while rubbing herself against him, her words were clearly commands, although they were spoken like invitations. "Kiss me hard. Feel my ass. It's as hot as my vagina. Don't be gentle. Fuck me as hard as you whipped me. Your whip brought my temperature up. I want to fuck you so bad. I want you in my body. I want you to taste my passion while I raise yours."

Although her words were soft and inviting, her seduction was cold and calculating. Narrowing her eyes, while filling them with anger, she spoke her commands with an authority she did feel. "Kiss the whip and hand it to me. I will serve you well with it in my hand. If you want to keep your nuts, you'll do it now." While glaring her anger into his eyes, she squeezed his testicles tighter. Seeing the cold determination in her eyes while the pain began to build in his testicles he lowered his eyes and then kissed the whip before he handed it to her.

As a single action she took the whip from his hand, and let go of his testicles. Kissing the whip, her smile of seduction returned to her face, as her aura expanded to joy she returned to her seduction, taking total control as she devoured him. Raising both his passion and his lust, she seduced him with her words as well as her lips. "Touch me. Touch me like a man. You're the first man that has. I want to feel the strong touch of a strong man. I want to be fucked by a strong man. Do you want to fuck me? I'm as hot as my ass. Feel it. Don't be gentle. Feel my ass the way you want to fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you whipped me. I'll fuck you harder."

Lust for her body, took control of him. There was no gentleness within him as lust glazed his eyes while taking his rationality from him. Being rough and crude in his feral passion, he assaulted her body for his own pleasure, while she accepted his erection for her own pleasure. While he was lost in his lust, she shared her pleasure with her mistress, fucking him for her own pleasure, while sharing her lust with her mistress. No longer a person to her, he became an animated dildo which she fucked with wild abandon. As she raged, she screamed, her entire body was an orgasm, not just peaking; rather it filled her body and mind with rolling waves of pleasure. Screaming again when she felt him swell for his orgasm. Her lust filled voice was demanding. "Give it to me asshole. You can't keep it from me. I'll take it all."

There was neither thought nor rationality within him, as his orgasm took him away completely. Nothing existed for him but his orgasm. Smiling in her victory, she let him finish, then pushed him away from her. Catching Marie's eyes into her bondage, her voice was as compelling as her eyes. "Come drink from me mistress. I raised my lust for you. I have a lot more. The night is as young as I am."

The recent intense orgasm Marie had just experienced had not lowered her raging lust which now commanded her as much as Lacy's words did. Sliding off the couch, she crawled between her legs. Drinking her lust, she added it to her own, raising both women to intense blinding orgasms. Lying back in his afterglow, he enjoyed the show, being content in his submission to both strong women, hoping Lacy would fuck him again, being sure she would.

Everyone was startled out of their afterglow by Ellen's voice from the doorway. "Mistress that was the hottest fuck I have ever seen. Please let me clean everyone. I want to so bad."

Naked except for her heels, stockings and glittering jewelry, Ellen was standing in the doorway, her clothes laying around the floor where she threw them in her haste. Her hands were busy between her legs, when Marie nodded her assent. Kneeling between her legs, she licked the excess passion from her and drank the pool of liquid at the bottom of her vagina, then did the same for her big sister. She would always see Lacy as her sister, as well as her mistress. Smiling with devotion while she licked Jim clean, he was the only man she had ever loved.

Rising up onto her knees, she called Ellen to her with her eyes. Caressing her intimately, she took her into a full passionate kiss. In her other hand, she held the whip tightly in her grip, her harsh command was flavored by her success. "Look at me bitch."

"Yes mistress."

"Bitch, do I own you?"

"Yes mistress. I belong to you."

"Kiss my whip."

Smiling deeply, Ellen kissed the whip in her hand. While caressing Marie with her eyes, she spoke crisply to Ellen. "You'll fuck Jim tonight. You'll fuck him good. You bitch will serve me, by serving him. If he is not happy in the morning, I'll tie you up and leave you in the closet. Do it now."

Being happy with her orders, she knew he would command her and would demand much. Excitement filled her eyes as passion filled her voice, "Yes mistress."

Crawling to him, she bowed her head, twinkling as she begged. "Please master. Please don't make me do this. Please." Smiling broadly as he wound his hand into her hair, his eyes sparkled as he pulled her onto her feet and propelled her out of the room.

Crawling to Marie, she bowed her head as she spoke, humor sitting on the edges of her voice. "Mistress, may I serve you? I'm still hungry."

Laughter filled the room before she pulled Lacy up to her into a passionate embrace and kiss then rolled her onto her back, looking deeply into her eyes. When she spoke, her words sparkled with excitement. "Yes micro bitch, you will serve me. You'll serve me your virginity. I'll have your ass tonight. Your ass will serve my whip and my dildo. You woman, will give it all to me. You will kiss my whip; lick my heels and my asshole before you give me your virginity."

"Yes mistress. I give you everything." As her eyes narrowed, her voice became firm: "Everything, except my slave. I own her. She's mine. I'll fight anyone who tries to take her from me. Thank you for my slave, mistress."

As Marie stood up, she spoke over her shoulder as she walked to the couch. "Bitch, give me the whip. Serve us a drink. Kneel before me."

"Yes mistress."

Kissing the whip with a bowed head she handed it to her mistress, being intensely happy serving her mistress. Continuing to raise Lacy's passion, Marie was content, her passion was full. She knew she would have to deny her passion if she wanted to taste her lust again tonight, intending to drink deeply from her pool of lust when she took her last virginity. Smiling deeply, her subtle seduction continued as she toyed with Lacy while feeding her alcohol from her mouth. When Marie pushed her onto her back on the floor she was giddy with alcohol and arousal.

Excitement sparkled Marie's eyes as she threw her a small tube of lubrication with a smile on her face and a lilt in her voice. "Grease your asshole good. It must be as slick as your vagina... Did you find pleasure in a man's rough love?"

"Yes mistress, I did find pleasure in it. I found more pleasure when he kissed my whip and licked my asshole. Neither one brought me the pleasure you do. I love the taste of you."

With a wicked smile on her face, she threw her a butt plug while issuing her orders. "Fuck yourself with it. Grease it up as well as your ass. Let it slip into your ass when you cum, not before."

Speaking with a confidence she did not have, her words were soft in her mouth. "Yes mistress." The idea of being fucked that way brought fear into her mind, however the fear turned into passion when she picked up the butt plug. Sharing her excitement with Marie while greasing up the latex, she placed the pointed end onto her asshole, masturbating while she explored. The plug went in only a short way before intense pain flared in her mind.

Filled with her own arousal Marie's voice was filled with seduction. "The pain is delicious. Taste it. Savor it. Bring it up slowly like a good fuck. We have a lot of time. The night is still young."




Leather and Lacy Ch. 05



While raising her passion with her hand, she slowly fucked her asshole with the plug. Passion flaring with each flash of pain, she welcomed the pain that came in a wave with each stroke, knowing her mistress was excited watching her. As her passion grew she found the plug slipping in further with each stroke.

As the pain rose in intensity, she screamed while almost letting the plug cross her sphincter muscle, and then smiled knowing she had taken the largest part of it into her ass. As she began to fuck herself harder, she found her lust all at once, raging with arousal, she shrieked with a feral lust that took her mind away. Screaming as she found her orgasm, she let the plug slip past her muscle as she shuddered with pleasure.

Neither wanting, nor taking, an afterglow, she rolled up onto her knees, licking her mistress heels, and then her asshole. Bringing her pleasure with her mouth, she trembled with excitement, lust and fear. Arousal glazed her eyes and colored her rationality, wanting to give her mistress everything, and at the same time fearing the pain it would bring. Using her fear to raise her passion, she put it all into her mouth, giving it to her mistress for her pleasure.

Screaming with passion, Marie raged with arousal as lust took her, becoming entirely immersed in her pleasure, her orgasm filled her completely. Every part of her writhed in pleasure, drinking deeply from her pool of lust, she fell back in a swoon, pulsing with the intensity of her pleasure.

After drinking her mistress's offering she crawled up into her arms, being pleased to bring her such great pleasure. Not content, her lust still raged, she masturbated as she lay in her mistress arms, bringing pleasure to herself rather than passion. Trying to relax into her mistress's cloud of pleasure, she vibrated with excitement, not being able to take her attention away from the butt plug firmly implanted in her bowels. Fear raised her passion rising to lust, both wanting and fearing her violation at the same time. Excitement muted her fear as she slid out of Marie's embrace to retrieve her new heels from the corner of the room.

Kicking off her heels, she walked up to her mistress seductively. Slipping on one shoe, she then placed it on the coffee table, flirting with Marie as she smoothed her stocking onto her leg, standing so that Marie had a clear view of her open vagina which was fully bloomed, glistening in the light. Putting her foot down and balancing herself as she slipped on her other heel, she turned her back to Marie, bending over completely as she smoothed her stockings, her legs spread wide, giving her a view of the butt plug in her ass while flirting with her.

Kneeling before her mistress, she kissed the whip in her hand, and then licked Marie's heels before she licked her asshole. "Mistress, please buckle my heels. Please fuck me like a woman. I'll serve you well."

Pulling Lacy up to her, she kissed her deeply to raise her passion. Her voice was demanding. "If I buckle your shoes, how will you serve me?"

"Mistress, I'll serve you in every way." Leaning up she licked Marie's lips, before speaking again. "I'll lick you everywhere." Speaking between kisses, her voice was filled with arousal. "I'll kiss you everywhere. I offer you my virginity barefoot, if you don't buckle my heels."

"There will be much pain when I take your virginity."

"And also much pleasure I think. I'll accept that pain, and the pain of your whip, just to see the pleasure in your eyes."

"Stand on the coffee table."

"Yes mistress."

Standing up on the coffee table with great difficulty and little grace, she blushed in embarrassment as she stood tall on the table. With a smile that filled her whole continence, she sat up straight, leaned over and buckled one heel. She beamed with pleasure when Marie leaned further over and kissed her heel. Flaring with pleasure, passion and lust, she watched while her hands moved naturally to her vagina. Moaning as she masturbated while watching Marie buckled her other heel, she found a small orgasm in her body and a large one in her mind when Marie kissed her other heel: Lacy had never been happier.

With her passion raging and the taste of lust filling her mind, Marie helped her down from her perch. Being led by Marie, she was trembling with both excitement and fear when she was laid face down on the bed with a large pillow under her tummy, spreading her legs, leaving her full ass open to her view and to her whip. Marie's voice was filled with lust for Lacy's virginity. "Put your hands in your cunt bitch. You'll find as much pleasure in my whip as I do. I demand it."

Content in her seduction she was wild in her lust, as she stood by the side of the bed glowing with the fullness of her passion, offering her whip to Lacy's lips. Kissing the whip lovingly, she licked it while flirting with her mistress. Masturbating as she used her whip, Marie lashed her with enough force to leave bruises, wanting her to remember this night for many nights to come. Laying lashes in neat rows at an angle across her ass, Marie turned her whip the other direction and turned the lines into diamonds that covered Lacy's broad ass.

While using the whip she rose to a small orgasm filled with passion, flavored with anticipation. Kissing her whip before laying it on the table, she tingled with excitement as she strapped on her dildo, catching Lacy's eyes as she did. Savoring the fear that rose like a wave in her mind, tears filled her eyes while her lip began to tremble; fear rose to passion then lust while finding a small orgasm with her hands, she watched Marie grease the dildo.

Kneeling behind her, Marie pulled the butt plug from her ass, replacing it with her erection, pushing it in before her asshole closed completely. The dildo being larger than the plug, her mind exploded with pain as her feet kicked wildly without her involvement. Although she screamed, she did not try to pull from the erection instead she pushed back against it. Tears flowed down her face as her screams subsided into shrieks of pain that quickly turned into shrieks of pleasure.

With calculated intent, Marie began to slowly fuck the erection in and out of her while Lacy's hands worked furiously, raising her passion into blinding lust, filling her body, taking her rational mind away from her. Screaming in her pleasure, waves of orgasms rolled through her body.

Bathing in a pool of lust she was completely immersed as she writhed in pleasure and passion. Unable to stay upright, she pulled the dildo from Lacy, collapsing onto the bed, her body shuddering in waves of erotic sensations. While she relaxed contentedly into her afterglow, her hips continued rocking and her vagina remained open in full arousal.

Rising up to kneel before her mistress, she put a small pillow under her head. While kissing her fully with devotion, she removed the strap-on, then knelt between her legs, lowering her mouth to her vagina, she licked her clean, masturbating as she breathed in the musky erotic smell of Marie's passion. Opening Marie's vagina, she dipped her tongue into the pool of liquid lust in the bottom, bringing her mistress another powerful orgasm, shuddering with pleasure, drinking the liquid lust as Marie produced it. Finding a small satisfying orgasm with her hand, Lacy was content. Cuddling into Marie's arms, she pulled a light cover over them, sharing Marie's pillow and her bed; she slept soundly, smiling contentedly in her sleep. 



Leather and Lacy Ch. 06-07



CHAPTER 6

Rousing slowly with hips rocking, her breath came in ragged gasps as she captured the head between her legs before opening her eyes. Being fully aroused, her hips worked under her vagina's command. Rising to her pleasure, she released the orgasm from her mouth as pleasure took her mind. The pleasure was intense, but her arousal remained in full control of her hips driving her mind to passion, she was ready for more.

Rising up onto her feet brightly, Ellen's voice was just as bright. "Get up lazy head. Your mistress is waiting."

Waking up fully at the sounds Ellen's words, a bright smile was on her face as she walked to the bathroom. Her voice was also smiling when she spoke. "Is that the proper way to address your mistress?"

"A happy wake up brightens the whole day. My last mistress taught me that. Right after she taught me how to kiss."

As Ellen went to the tub to start the bath, she took care of her morning ritual. It didn't seem any different, than any other morning, although she thought somehow it should. Smiling as she worked, Ellen bathed, dried and then dressed her. The only part of the dressing Lacy had, was picking out her clothes, and buckling Ellen's heels.

Entering the kitchen nook with Ellen in close attendance, she knelt before Marie, lowered her head, licking each of her heels before kissing them. With a broad smile on her face, she knelt up catching her eyes then bowed her head, with Ellen kneeling next to her; they spoke their ritual greeting in unison, "Yes mistress."

Bringing Lacy to the table with her eyes and her gestures, her commands were spoken casually. "Ellen, serve your mistress and yourself coffee. When you have served your mistress, sit your coffee on the floor and kneel under the table."

"Yes mistress."

Smiling contentedly Marie sat with her coffee while she waited for Ellen to get under the table. Kissing Lacy's heels before she sipped her coffee and listened, she liked to eavesdrop as much as she liked to watch.

"Lacy. Raise your head. Listen to your lesson. Do not say a word."

Pausing to sip her coffee before she spoke, her words echoed the pleasure in her mind. "You are now a mistress. You will hold your head up. You will bow to me in private, or when I order you to. You will bow your head to no one else unless I command you... You have a test tonight. It seems Jim wants to wash the wounds on his chest in fresh sea water. He thinks they might infect like a dog bite. He is not happy with his new tattoo. We are going to the beach house overnight. Alice will attend us. Ellen is not scheduled for work tonight."

Pausing to let Lacy get through her disappointment at not being in her bed tonight, thinking she processed it quite quickly she continued casually. "Your test is to take Robin into my bed tonight. She is hot for you. She'll hop right into your bed. Before she may enter my bed, she must lick your heels and, kiss your whip. She must serve you and your whip completely. If she does, she may enter my bed. Getting her to enter my bed does not pass the test. She must give you her ass. You may not command her to give it to you. She must offer it to you freely. For most women, that is virginity."

Sipping her coffee while looking intently at Lacy, she was pleased to see the determination in her eyes. Placing a stack of money on the table, amusement colored her voice. "I am advancing you $10,000 against your slave's earnings. Spend it on your date. Don't take any thought of expense. Your slave earns a lot of money. Buy Robin diamonds and gold. She'll serve you better if she has diamonds and gold on her body. They'll warm her up. They warm up every woman.

Her eyes twinkled with excitement as she smiled; her voice mirrored the amusement in her eyes. "I believe you have parents to deal with today. I hope your mother likes your new hair-do: I do. If they throw you out, do not pack your things. I'll hire professional movers to move you... somewhere? Ellen's apartment will never do. I'll find one for you when I get back. I have shopping to do before I leave. Take Ellen home as soon as you are done with your coffee."

Kissing Lacy brightly before she stood up, she was smiling down at her when she spoke. "You may now speak. You will address me as, Ms. Marie. Eyes lowered. Head high. Kiss me before I go... Ms. Lacy."

"Yes Ms. Marie."

Leaping from her chair she enveloped Marie with her youthful exuberance, throwing her arms around her neck while kissing her with passion, her voice sparkled when she spoke. "He had better serve you well or, I'll take the nipple next time."

Marie's humor was evident, laughing out loud when she released her and left the room. Returning to her chair, she pulled Ellen's head to her vagina. Her voice was dreamy, almost ethereal. "Nice and easy bitch: Soft like Robin. You'll help me seduce her. If I flunk the test, you go in the closet."

"Yes mistress. I'll help. I love seductions."

"When we are alone you will address me as sister. Do not ever forget I am your big sister."

"Yes sister."

"Get up here and have coffee with me. Practice being my lover. That is how you will be introduced most of the time. You can practice with my mother today. Finish your coffee then we'll go."

"Sister, I bought a pair of running shoes yesterday. I can't imagine running if you don't have to... But, if pleases my sister I'll run."

"We'll run together. Not today. We have a full plate."

"Yes sister."

Contentment filled her mind while walking hand and hand with Ellen as she returned home. Savoring the memory of last night she felt like a woman, even the thought of facing her parents did not intrude on her contentment. Thoughts of Robin's lush body intruded into her contentment raising her arousal with her adore. Shuddering with excitement at the thought of Robin's lush body and sexy eyes, she hurried on her way wanting to deal with her parents quickly so that she could let her mind fill with erotic thoughts of seduction. Facing her parents was a chore she had to do, however she lusted for Robin, wanting to bury herself into the sensuous softness of her.

Disrobing as soon a she entered the cabin, she pulled Ellen's head to her open vagina as she relaxed onto her bed; her commands were soft and compelling. "Soft and gentle. She is so hot. I could feel it coming from her just standing close to her. I'll have her tonight. Do not touch yourself. You will not find any pleasure until Robin does."

"Yes sister."

Pleasure filled her mind as she licked Lacy's vagina with devotion: she loved her new sister. Now that Lacy was her mistress, she owed love and devotion to her mistress, but it was more than that she was sure. She was actually in love with Lacy, sharing her love with gentle caresses and lite kisses. Finding a small pleasant orgasm, she took Ellen up into her arms and cuddled. Laying in contentment did not last long before visions of her parents rose in her mind, sitting up she kissed Ellen deeply and then she spoke with a sigh. "Let's go face the ogres. Then we'll go back to Marie's house and fuck until Robin calls."

"Yes sister." Contentment had not left her mind as she brushed Lacy's hair quietly then spoke with devotion in her voice. "Sister, your hair is as beautiful as you are. I love your new style."

"I wish my mother would like it. I don't have much hope of that." Having no more patience for accepting Ellen's service, she stood suddenly taking her by the hand, Speaking as she pulled her out the door. "Let's go."

Confidence faded further from her continence with each step she took, leading Ellen into the house, tears welled up in her eyes not changing her poise or affecting her posture. When she entered the house her father stood and greeted her warmly with a slight hug, being as warm as her father ever got. Accepted his hug, she then took over the embrace, enveloping him fully. The slight pink on his cheeks was the only outward sign of his tumultuous emotional state as he seated Ellen, and then held a chair for her.

With her arms folded, her mother stood in a bubble of sadness with her back to the table looking out the window. Ignoring the offered chair, she walked up to her mother, standing in perfect posture with her head high. Confidence filled her voice as she spoke. "Mother: Look at me."

When her mother turned to face her, seeing Lacy's hair her hand flew to cover her mouth as she gasped while the tears already in her eyes flowed down her cheeks.

"Mother... It's me Lacy. Your daughter. I'm no longer your little girl. My life has taken a radical turn... I'm still Lacy."

Sorrow filled her mother's voice when she spoke. "You look like a stranger in my house. Like one of those mall rats. I'm surprised you don't have rings in your face and tattoos on your body."

"No rings in my face, I'm sure. A tattoo would be nice. I'll think about it. Thank you for the advice mother. Now come meet my lover."

Turning her back on her daughter and the room, she stepped up to the window as she spoke softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "When you bring a man home I'll greet him warmly. I will not sit with your female lover: This one or any other one."

Almost taunting her with her confidence she spoke with power without volume. "You don't know what you are missing mother. I took your advice. I tried a man. They're not all they're cracked up to be. You might try a woman. You might not be so cold when she's finished with you."

Turning around, anger burning in her eyes, her voice was cold when she spoke. "David, are you going to let her talk to me like that?"

"No mother. This has nothing to do with David. This is about you and me. Do you love me? Or do you love your expectations of me? I'm your daughter. If you do not want me in your life, I'll leave. I will not hide in the closet for you, or your friends. If you want me in your life you'll greet my lover. You'll greet any lover I bring home: Male or female. I am now a woman. I'll choose my lovers... and my hair style."

All semblance of control left her when her tears flowed, her shoulders rolled and her head bowed while her hands covered her face while she cried. With a soft voice filled with tears, her stuttering words erupted in bursts. "I do love you. I hate your new found love. You have always been so... normal. It's so sudden... It's so hard to believe."

When her mother broke down into hysterical sobs, Lacy took her into her arms and comforted her, like she had many times comforted her. As she held her and rocked her, she shared her new found strength with her. After her mother had calmed in her arms, she spoke softly. "Mother, come meet Ellen. You'll like her. Think of her as your daughter. If we could get married she would be your daughter-in-law."

Not unaffected by the sorrow that filled the room like a cloud, with tear stained face Ellen rose when Lacy brought her mother to meet her. Without thought she took her into a brief embrace and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "I would be pleased to have you for a mother. I don't have a mother anymore. I miss her a lot."

With her tears renewed, her mother took Ellen into her arms. "This is all so new. It will take time. It's easier to think of you as my daughter. I'll just have two daughters."

The talk at the table was calm, although the mood was not easy, there being awkwardness about it. Lacy stayed long enough to be cordial. On her way out she told her father she would be gone tonight and maybe the night after. Stopping at the cabin to pick up her leather case, there was nothing else in this world she had any connection to. Wondering if she should even take any of it with her, she thought it would be better to leave it all behind with her childhood, hoping she would not have to leave her parents behind. She did love them a lot.

The tenseness of the situation left her, when she left the property. Excitement rose with her passion as she neared Marie's house, being glad Marie had made her face her parents, she felt even stronger having done it. As she walked she held Ellen close to her, becoming excited as she approached the house seeing Alice loading the car. Flaring with arousal when she saw her, she walked up to her with intent and then took her into a full embrace and a passion filled kiss. While kissing her, she explored her lush body, breaking the kiss her words were flavored with passion. "I'll have you on your knees soon. You excite me a lot. I love your ass. My whip will also love it. Serve my mistress well. When you return, you'll serve me well."

Flushed with her arousal, Alice was breathing hard when she released her, bowing her head as she replied. "Yes mistress. I'll serve our mistress well. I'll also serve you well. I hope it will be soon."

Happy everywhere she had to stand on tip toes to take Jim into her embrace when he came out the door with a suit case in each hand, greeting him brightly, she smiled up at him as he held her in a light embrace after dropping his burden: Amusement was evident in her voice. "Perhaps you would like to grab my ass this morning. I'd love to slap you again. I enjoyed it all last night. I know my mistress will give you to me again. I hope it will be soon."

He smiled down at her when he spoke. "I enjoyed last night also... everything except the teeth."

Snickering as she broke the embrace, her voice filled with humor. "Be a good boy and I won't bite you again."

"Yes mistress."

With a happy air, Lacy and Ellen helped Alice finish loading the car. While they did, Lacy stalked her, using every opportunity to raise her passion, raising her passion and her own. Both women were in heat when the car left. Winding her hand into Ellen's hair, she propelled her into the den, her voice filled with passion. "Bring me my whip. Kiss it. Hand it to me then kneel before me. Your plate is full. You will eat it all."

"Yes sister."

Using her slave for her own pleasure she denied her any, wanting her to be raging with need when they met Robin. Her pleasure was flavored with anticipation, Robin being firmly in her head while she received Ellen's service. Though not sated she had several pleasant orgasms before Robin called, finding great pleasure in Ellen's frustrated arousal. The ringing cell phone produced a flush of sexual arousal. Smiling deeply she answered the phone, putting Ellen between her legs while she talked. "Robin, are you free today into the night?"

"Yes ma'am. I cleared my schedule for you."

"Good. I'll bring my servant to your shop. You can do her hair there. Then we'll have our date. You do excite me. We'll have a lot of fun tonight. I'll be there in an hour."

"Yes ma'am."

Pulling Ellen's head tightly into her vagina, she burned with lust for Robin. Her soft voice excited her as much as her soft body, finding a powerful orgasm as she thought about her seduction. After she picked out their clothes, Ellen dressed them both. Sparkling with excitement, she buckled Ellen's heels then left with her to go to the mall. Frustration filled Ellen's eyes threatening tears barely able to keep her hands from between her legs; she sat on them instead, moaning as she rocked her hips while Lacy drove. Being unable to sit quietly in her seat, the urge to masturbate was almost overpowering, however she denied herself, Lacy's command held more power than her driving need, being compelled in her mind to obey her big sister.

Both women had sparkling eyes when they arrived at the beauty shop. Ellen was consumed with arousal, while Lacy's eyes were filled with the excitement of the hunt. When they entered the shop, Robin's eyes were also sparkling with arousal and anticipation. Taking her into a full embrace, she began her seduction with a kiss that was filled with gentle passion; her caress of Robin's ample breast was as light as a feather.

The kiss raised Robin's passion higher, bringing her a blush of excitement and embarrassment which came from the public display of Lacy's affection, although Lacy took no mind of anything except her seduction. Stepping back from Robin, she looked her over with a critical eye before she spoke. "I am not excited by your dress. I hope I'm excited when it hits the floor."

Bowing her head when she replied, Robin's blush deepened. "I have my dress for our date in the back. I didn't want to spoil it. I'll change as soon as I am done with your servant's hair."

"Ellen, kiss Robin. Let her look at your hair."

"Yes sister."

Taking Robin into her embrace, her kiss was filled with her arousal as she rocked her hips against her, sparkling with passion; her hands trembled with arousal as she inspected her hair. While she worked Lacy spoke crisply. "Her hair must be blue. Not all blue. More color than mine: Short and sassy."

"Yes ma'am."

"You will also call me sister. I am very close to my sisters. Kiss your sister Ellen then you can begin."

With a red face, Robin took Ellen into her arms, and then kissed her brightly, when Robin broke the brief kiss, Lacy spoke seductively. "I know you want to kiss her more than that. Does she excite you like I do?"

In complete confusion, her face bright red as she stuttered out her reply. "Yes ma'am. She does excite me."

"I will hear no more Ma'am. You will call me 'sister.' You will also address Ellen as 'sister.' Do not forget I am the big sister. Kiss your sister with the excitement you feel. I want to see sparkles in both of your eyes, when you work on her."

"Yes sister," stuttered out of her mouth as she took Ellen into a full embrace, this time kissing her deeply with full passion. They were breathless when Robin broke the kiss, then lead her to the chair and sat her down.

Excitement colored her voice when she spoke. "Tie her hands to the arms of the chair. She'll masturbate if you do not. I've forbidden her any pleasure until you have had yours. If you do not tie her hands, I'll have to spank her right here in the shop."

Being too flustered to speak, she rummaged in her drawer, retrieving two long hair ties then bound each of Ellen's wrists to the arms of the chair. Smiling seductively, Lacy slid her skirt up baring her thighs to her panties, and then kissed Robin lightly, sparkling as she spoke. "Isn't she beautiful? She will obey you. I demand it. Maybe you would like to spank her. Her ass is as pretty as her legs."

Not know how to respond, she stammered. Smiling brightly Lacy kissed her with passion, holding her close as she spoke. "You must answer me. I demand it. I will spank you right now if you do not."

"Yes sister. She is beautiful. I have never spanked anyone, but I'm sure spanking her would be exciting. She does excite me... but not as much as you do."

Watching Robin intently as she turned to her work, she was pleased to see excitement fill her eyes. As she watched she wanted to masturbate, but resisted the temptation, letting her passion for Robin turn into lust. Her lust was for her ass, being determined to pass the test her mistress had given her. When Robin released her from her bondage, her hair-do was more radical than Lacy's was. The bright strands of blue hair threaded through her now quite short hair. Finding pleasure in her new appearance, Lacy liked the hair-do, thinking that it made her even sexier.

Handing Robin five one hundred dollar bills then kissing her brightly, she was pleased with Robin's reaction when she spoke. "This should cover your time for the day. Go change your dress. We must go shopping. We'll eat first." Her voice became sultry. "I'm hungry. A light snack for lunch would be nice."

The double meanings of Lacy's words were not lost on Robin, not only could she hear the sexual connotations, she could clearly see it in Lacy's eyes. Flushing with sexual arousal, everything in her world was tinted with sexuality. When she went to the back to change her dress, she wished she had been more daring in her selection. Sparkling everywhere, Robin returned ready to go.




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Walking around her while letting her hand caress her lightly, Lacy smiled with her eyes and her voice. "Your dress still does not excite me. We'll go shopping after our lunch. Take your sisters hand." Not waiting for a response, she turned crisply and walked out of the shop. Taking Ellen by the hand, Robin followed her to the small tea house.

The three women were escorted to a private room, and then served a small buffet of snacks and a bottle of wine. Lacy snacked, and drank wine, while she watched Robin and Ellen sitting across from her. 

Amusement flavored her commands when she spoke. "Ellen, remove your dress. I do not want Robin to be the only one without a dress. Her dress must hit the floor. I must see how she has dressed for me. If it doesn't excite me, I'll spank her."

"Yes sister."

Flirting with Robin as she stood up, she seductively undressed, kneeling at Robin's feet when she had finished. Walking around the table, Lacy went to the low couch, kneeling up on it next to Robin, kissing her fully with passion. As she unbuttoned her dress she held her in a full embrace. Her voice was seductive. "You are so beautiful. I love the feel of you. I know I'll love the taste of you. Your sister will raise you passion. I'll drink it. Do you think your sister is pretty?"

"Yes sister. She's beautiful. I'm fat."

The slap to Robin's face came instantaneously, bringing both shock and arousal. Lacy glared at her as she spoke harshly. "You will never speak that way about yourself again. I forbid it. A fat woman does not excite me. You do. Show me your underwear. I'll spank you if I am not excited when I see them."

"Yes sister."

Confusion filled Robin's mind, bringing turmoil to her thoughts, wanting Lacy to be excited and also wanting Lacy to spank her, her fantasy world had always been filled with her submission and her spankings. Having no idea where the fantasies came from, she had never been spanked by anyone, not even her parents. The idea of being spanked had always raised her passion and her lust, having a lot of both. Glowing with arousal, she stood up shrugging off her unbuttoned dress as she posed. Lowering her eyes and bowing her head, her face was flushed, and her voice trembled. "You could spank me even if my underwear does excite you." Blushing deeply, being in full arousal, her words had fallen out of her mouth without thought.

The excitement in her mind flashed in her eyes, having nothing to do with Robin's underwear. The radiant sexual energy that surrounded Robin brought her both excitement and arousal; loving the sparkle in her eyes she commanded her back to her seat with just her eyes. Unable and unwilling to resist the call, she wanted Lacy to command her, finding comfort in being told what to do, her submissive nature had brought her to many beds she would not have gone to otherwise. Most of them a man's beds, although she was no stranger to a woman's touch, finding excitement in sex no matter which gender she was with. She had always had an abundance of sexual energy, but was usually frustrated and alone when the day was done. Masturbation was a necessity for her several times a day, her sexual escapades were always of short duration, having never found love in her life, all she had ever found was sex.

Only embarrassment keep her from masturbating when she sat close to Lacy with her head bowed, accepting her kisses and fondling with great pleasure. Having raised Robin's passion fully, she sat back away from her, her eyes twinkling with excitement when she spoke. "Your underwear does not excite me either. You excite me. Put the underwear on the floor with the dress."

"Yes sister."

The flush on Robin's face deepened as she removed her underwear without rising. Watching Robin's eyes closely she spoke softly. "I'll spank you when we get home. Does that excite you?"

"Yes sister. It does excite me."

"See your sister kneeling before you? She waits for your command. She'll serve you. I will not have you until your passion is as high as hers. Look into her eyes. Can you see her passion?"

"Yes sister. I can see her excitement. I have never commanded anyone. I am the one who is commanded. It's always been that way."

"You will command her if you want to come to my bed tonight. I command you. You will obey me completely if you want to come home with me tonight. First you must command your sister. You will do it because you want to please me."

Robin's soft trembling voice and her bright red face lacked power when she spoke. "Yes sister... Ellen, come to me."

There was humor in her eyes that was not reflected in her commanding voice. "She will not obey a request. You must command her. You want her. I can see it in your eyes. It's the only way you will have her. Your lust demands her. She will serve you any way you want her to... but only if you demand her obedience. Command her. Do it now. I'll slap you if you do not."

Surrendering to her lust, she let it fill her voice, giving power to her demands. "Ellen; come to me. Kiss me. I demand your lips." Feelings of pleasure she had never felt before filled her mind, raising her passion, gasping when Ellen's mouth took control of her vagina. As they both became lost in their passion, Robin's passion rose to blinding lust that took her mind away as her body convulsed in waves of erotic pleasure.

The constraints of her commands were removed from her, when she felt Robin rise to her orgasm; her hands went naturally to her vagina, raising her orgasm in an instant. Robin held her face tight against her while shuddering in spasms of pure delight. Submission and her talented hands had soothed Ellen's driving need, but she would need the kiss of leather to find her lust. Drinking the lust that flowed from Robin's mouth while muting her shrieks of pleasure, Lacy's arousal flared when she filled Ellen's mouth with her liquid lust.

Pushing Ellen away from her, she knelt between her legs, drinking deeply from her, while raising her own passion with her hand. A small satisfying orgasm was raised by herself, for herself, loving the taste of Robin's passion, knowing she would find even more pleasure commanding her in her mistress's bed.

Sitting back up on the couch, with her legs open wide, she commanded Robin without words. Needing no commands to kneel before Lacy, she wanted to serve her, wanting to bring her pleasure. Using her mouth and tongue with devotion, she found a light easy orgasm while serving Lacy. Happy in her service, she was excited about everything. Mostly she was excited by the idea Lacy would spank her and then take her to her bed.

Laying back in semi repose, Lacy twinkled with excitement when she spoke. "Sit back up next to me: Call Ellen to you."

"Yes sister... Ellen, kneel before me." The confidence in Robin's voice pleased her; excited pleasure flavored her stern commands. "Pull her head up. Slap her. Call her a bitch."

"I can't slap her. I can't call her a bitch."

Sitting up straight, she slapped her; her voice was as sharp as the slap. "Get it straight bitch. I command you. If I do not command you, you will never even see my bed. I gave you an order. Obey me now."

"Yes sister." With her head bowed and a flushed face she slapped Ellen then spoke with a trembling voice. "Serve me bitch. Serve me with your mouth."

Her voice was cold and demanding when Lacy slapped her. "Slap her right. Command her the same way I command you. Call her a bitch. Mean it when you do."

"Yes sister."

Muddled thoughts flew through her mind, while her vagina opened in full arousal. Slapping Ellen sharply, her voice now filled with lust. "Bitch. Serve me. Serve me, now."

Slapping Ellen again, brought waves of erotic pleasure that filled her mind. The pleasure of dominance was new to Robin, raising her lust higher, taking her mind and body. Pulling Ellen's face to her open wet vagina, she shook with erotic sensations brought on by Ellen's tongue, having never experienced an orgasm as intense. Taking the lust from her mouth as she raised it, Lacy brought herself to a full orgasm with her hands as she drank the heady elixir of Robin's passion.

They did not lie back in their afterglow long as they were all too excited to really relax, their afterglow being only a short pause in their arousal. As they relaxed Ellen served them, offering snacks and keeping their wine glasses full. Between kisses she explored Robin, loving the softness of her, basking in the radiant energy of Robin's lush body, her commands were sharp. "Robin, leave your underwear in the trash. We'll do the same with the dress as soon as we find a proper one, we're going shopping."

"Yes sister."

"Ellen, we must get Robin a corset first. I'm sure you know where to shop."

"Yes sister. The easiest way is to pick one up at the costume shop. We can have a private fitting. She'll be hard to fit. Someone will be there to alter it if necessary. If it pleases my sister I'll lead the way."

"It does please me. Kiss me then your sister before you do."

"Yes sister."

Ellen's kiss was deep and deeply erotic; putting the same energy into her kiss when she kissed Robin. When she released her, Lacy stepped into her place. Flushed with her arousal Robin trembled with her desire when she was released from the kiss, holding Robin close to her they followed Ellen.

When they entered the costume shop, a matron who looked about the same age as Marie was sitting at the sewing machine, sharply dressed, and almost as petite as Lacy. Rising from her chair, she smiled broadly, taking Ellen into an embrace, kissing her deeply. Holding the woman close, Ellen spoke to her. "Mistress Cathleen, this is Mistress Lacy. The beautiful woman with her is Robin. We have come for a corset for my sister Robin. Put it all on Mistress Marie's account."

The woman turned to Lacy, smiling with her eyes and her voice. "I am pleased, and not pleased, to meet you. I understand you had something to do with my presence here today. I am filling in for Alice today; it's been a long time since I sat behind a sewing machine."

Stepping up to Lacy, she captured her eyes then lowered her head to capture her lips. The kiss was full, without passion. She spoke crisply when she broke the kiss and the embrace. "I really am pleased to meet you. I had hoped to meet you in a more cordial setting." Her eyes came alive, sparkling with amusement. "Did you really bite Jim and draw blood?"

"It only happened last night. How did you know?"

Laughing aloud, the amusement in her eyes was matched by the amusement in her voice. "Mistress Marie has too many employees to keep anything secret. Secrets now move at the speed of light. Everyone has a cell. I'll bet there is a picture of the wound somewhere on the Internet by now. You Ms. Lacy are the talk of the town in some circles."

Kissing Robin brightly she led her to the fitting stage. After Ellen undressed her, Cathleen took her measurements. While Lacy watched her work, she was puzzled about her knowledge. Jim and Marie both went out in the morning, but she was sure they did not discuss it. That left only Alice. Lacy smiled deeply, knowing she would have Alice's ass with a belt, before she had it with her whip. Lacy's hands and her eyes caressed the naked woman before her, demanding Robin's bondage with her words. "Hold onto your hair. Pull your elbows back."

"Yes sister."

"Cathleen, she must be dressed all in red when her dress hits the floor. It will match her eyes. They glow when she's aroused." Embarrassment turned Robin's face red as she listened. Caressing Robin as she spoke, she found pleasure in her red face. "Her corset must show her beautiful cleavage and barely cover her nipples."

Rising up onto her tip toes to kiss Robin, she raised her passion with her hands as well as her kiss, while Cathleen laced her in a soft red leather corset, not cinching her waist, rather tightening the laces just enough to pull the leather snugly against her body, pushing her large breasts up and together, her impressive cleavage becoming even more prominent.

While Ellen dressed Robin, Lacy kissed Cathleen deeply, who accepted the kiss, but did not return it. When she kissed Robin, just as deeply as she had kissed Cathleen, she was pleased when she returned the kiss with passion. Holding her close, she continued her seduction with her intense eyes and her fluid hands as she spoke. "Ellen. I want to go to a book store. Lead the way."

"Yes sister."

Continuing her seduction of Robin with her hands as they walked through the mall Lacy fondled her without regard for the public nature of their location. When they entered the book store, Lacy stepped up to the clerk, speaking crisply. "I want a book of the paintings of Rubens."

"Right this way ma'am."

Finding the book she was looking for, she paid for it, and then handed it to Robin. "This is for you. Do not peek at it yet. We'll have coffee, while we look at the book together before we shop for your dress. Ellen, lead us to a coffee shop."

"Yes sister."

When they arrived at the coffee shop she sat with Robin, commanding Ellen without looking at her. "Serve us coffee then see to catered meals. I have no patience for a restaurant tonight."

"Yes sister," fell easily from Ellen's mouth. Her eyes sparkled with excitement when she spoke again. "I'll get Champagne and desert for late in the night. Chocolate, wine and passion are hard to beat."

Teasing Robin while she waited for her coffee, she flirted with her, kissing her as she nestled her face into her cleavage, bringing Robin and herself to full arousal. When the coffee arrived she separated herself from Robin and opened the book. The nudes in the book captivated Robin's mind, being enthralled at the beauty of the full figured women. The pictures raised her passion, with Lacy's help, as she fondled her as they cuddled.

"Do they look fat?"

"No sister, they're beautiful."

"And sexy?"

"Yes sister, they are sexy."

"Rubens would have loved to paint you. I'll have you painted in Rubens' style. Robin, you are beautiful and sexy. You will act like it. You will shop like a sexy woman wanting to look sexier. I'll slap you black and blue if I ever hear you speak poorly of yourself again."

Robin lowered her head, blushing as she replied. "Yes sister."

Leather and Lacy

Copyright 2011

Molly J

4

CHAPTER 7

Drinking coffee while looking at the book with Robin, she had always admired Rubens' paintings, being a favorite of hers. Although she had always been attracted to his paintings, she had never had them raise her passion. For her, Robin was like a Rubens painting come alive. Becoming excited sitting close to Robin her excitement came from her seduction, lusting for Robin's ass; wanted it for her whip and her dildo.

They shopped with vibrant energy. Smiling as she watched, Lacy was pleased with the dress Robin picked out. The rose red dress displayed Robin's cleavage nicely. The dress fit tightly to the swell of her ass and hips then fell in full folds of cloth to just above her knees causing the dress to swish when she walked. The fullness of her ass and thighs were evident, although not accentuated, her cleavage being proudly displayed.

When Lacy led them to the shoe store, she was insistent. "You must have heels."

"Sister, I can't wear heels. My ankles are not strong enough."

"You do not need spikes. We'll get you wide heels. You must have heels. They must buckle around your ankles. I must buckle them on you." Kissing her with passion while fondling her ample charms, her voice was dripping with passion when she spoke. "I promise sister, you will not spend a lot of time on your feet tonight."

In full arousal, while her hips rocked in her need, Lacy buckled her low red heels to her ankles, finding a rush of pleasure spread through her body when she did. Posing Robin before the mirror, her voice trembled with the passion of her arousal. "Robin you look good enough to eat. I'm hungry. We have only one more store to shop in. You must have diamonds and gold. Never let anyone take you to their bed unless they give you diamonds and gold: That or cash. Your beauty demands it."

When she led her into the jewelry store, Robin was in a daze. Replacing the costume jewelry in her pierced ears with a set of diamond studs, she then bought a solitary diamond on a delicate gold chain for her neck and several gold bangle bracelets for her wrists. Unable to believe her good fortune, Robin was in a state of shock when they left the store.

Continuing her seduction on the way to Marie's house, she stroked Robin's thigh as she drove, twinkling with excitement as she spoke. "Raise your passion for me. I know you're hot. I want to hear you sing again. I'll lick your fingers when you're done."

"Yes sister."

Needing no command only permission, her hands went naturally to her vagina, pushing her panties aside she immersed herself in pleasure. Rising to her orgasm quickly, she radiated passion around her. Singing the song of lust for Lacy, she then offered her hand to her as she lay back in her afterglow. Seducing her with her eyes as she licked her fingers with relish, she spoke in a sultry voice. "Woman you taste as good as you look."

Finding pleasure in Robin's blushed face, she knew the blushes would not last any longer than hers had. Being pleased with her seduction, so far, she continued with intent as she led her into the den, and then sat her on the couch. Her attention never left Robin as she commanded Ellen. "Serve us drinks. Remove your dress before you do. Kneel before us when you are done."

"Yes sister."

With sparkling eyes she lowered the lights and raised the music, swaying to the music while removing her dress, dancing for Robin to raise her passion while her hands raised her own, she served drinks then knelt close to Robin, bowing her head as she sipped her drink, waiting attentively for her sister's next command.

Feeling tiny sitting next to Robin, she knelt up on the couch next to her while kissing her to raise her passion; her voice filled with excitement. "Your sister kneels before you. She will serve you. I know you want more than your hand. I know you're hot. Slap her. Make her do it. Call her a bitch... Slap her, or I'll slap you."

Filled with passion to match her arousal, and truly wanting Ellen between her legs, she let her passion free, lust flavoring her voice when she spoke her command. "Look at me bitch."

"Yes sister."

When Ellen raised her head following her orders, she slapped her. Her words became commands, raising her lust higher. "Get between my legs bitch. Serve me with your mouth."

"Yes sister."

Pushing her skirt up as she lowered her head to her vagina, she began kissing her vagina through the silk panties before removing them, then put her hands between her own legs, pulling back from Robin, her eyes sparkled as she plead. "Please sister. Please don't make me do this."

"Make her do it. Slap her. Take her. Demand your pleasure."

Following her orders powered by her lust, she pulled Ellen's head up and then slapped her. Lust colored her voice giving it real power. "You'll eat my cunt bitch. You'll serve me now."

Taking control of Ellen's head, she masturbated against her face, while Lacy knelt beside her, raising her passion with her mouth and hands. Being consumed by her lust, she shuddered and shook, screaming out her pleasure as her orgasm filled her whole body, taking her mind away.

Pushing Ellen away, Lacy took her place between Robin's open legs. Drinking her lust flavored with the pleasure of dominance and control that now filled her mind. While Robin relaxed into her afterglow, she sat back and sipped her drink contentedly, quite happy with the night; so far. Letting Robin relax for a while, she brought her back to life with her lust filled words. "I must spank your beautiful ass. Ellen will kiss it. I'll spank it. Dance to raise my passion as your remove your dress. I'll take great pleasure watching you dance... Then, I'll spank you hard in my lust."




Leather and Lacy Ch. 06-07



"Yes sister."

Lacy's eyes were glazed as she pulled Ellen to her kneeling her between her legs. Using her hands to bring herself pleasure while Ellen served her wet vagina, her mind was alive with the excitement of her dominance. As her passion rose, she watched Robin swaying to the music as she removed her clothes. When she had stripped to her corset, stockings and heels, her eyes were sparkling with anticipation; her fantasy was about to become real. Arousal, flavored with anticipation, filled her mind when she knelt before Lacy with her head bowed. While Lacy feasted on the sight before her, she spoke her commands. "Ellen, bring me a belt and a dildo. Then get you sister's ass wet with your kisses. She'll scream first from pain, and then she'll sing with pleasure."

"Yes sister."

While Ellen obeyed her sister, covering Robin's ass with wet kisses, Robin's hips rocked with anticipation. Holding the belt to Robin's mouth, Lacy's commands were feral and demanding. "Kiss the belt bitch. Ask for your spanking."

With her heart pounding and her face flushed, she kissed the belt with her head bowed then spoke with passion filling her mind, as well as her voice. "Yes sister. Please spank me."

Raging with arousal and the power of her dominance, she pushed Robin's head to the floor. Powerful waves of pleasure filled her mind as she used the belt on her upturned ass while Ellen masturbated her.

Carefully watching Robin's face, she used the belt hard enough to stimulate her, but not so hard as to lower her arousal, increasing the force of the blows as Robin's passion raised to lust. Tears filled her eyes as she screamed out her pain; Ellen brought her to a full orgasm while Lacy brought the tears from her eyes to her cheeks. Sitting back, pulling Robin's head to her vagina, her words to Ellen were feral, almost growls. "Fuck her. I want passion in her mouth while she serves me. Fuck her hard."

"Yes sister."

Demanding her passion, she took her pleasure from Robin's mouth while Ellen used the dildo with force. Even after she found her orgasm, she continued to demand Robin's mouth. Her orgasm continued in waves of erotic pleasure as her body convulsing in her pleasure, while Ellen brought Robin a screaming orgasm which she delivered to Lacy's vagina. Pushing her over onto her back on the rug, she slipped a small pillow under Robin's head, stroking herself as she directed Ellen to her.

Using the dildo on Robin with one hand, Ellen used her other hand between her own legs, raising her passion along with Robin's. Stroking her vagina sensuously as she watched the scene before her, she was totally excited by what she saw; her passion rose, watching Robin in her pleasure. Filling the room with the sounds and smells of lust along with her loud voice, and as Robin rose to her orgasm; she pulled Ellen's head up, and then slapped her, screaming out her demands. "Fuck me bitch. Fuck me harder."

Flushed with erotic pleasure, she slapped Ellen again then pushed her head back down to her raging vagina. The slaps having brought her to a climax, Ellen rose to an orgasm that filled her whole body. Pushing Ellen away from her, she took her place between her open legs, her vagina being as open as her legs.

As she used the dildo for her own pleasure, while drinking the liquid from Robin's vagina, her pleasure rose to fullness as her own orgasm rich, full and filled with sensuous pleasure burst in her mind. Relaxed in her afterglow, she was sure would find her lust later in her mistress's bed. Soft easy music filled the room as they all lay back relaxed into their afterglow. Rousing herself up first, Ellen left the room without commands, returning shortly with towels in her arms, bowing her head as she spoke. "There is a hot tub in the back yard. If it pleases my sisters, I'll undress you at the tub."

Helping both women to their feet she then led them to the hot tub, undressing Robin, then Lacy, serving them drinks from the attached bar.

"If it pleases my sister, I will prepare the dining room for your dinner."

Dismissing Ellen with a gesture, she only had eyes for Robin as she snuggled into her softness, being fascinated by Robin's body, loving the feel of it. Her hands on Robin's body were sensuous, yet raised no passion. They shared kisses and fondles as they relaxed into the hot water. Smiling with amusement she inquired, "Did you find pleasure in your spanking?"

"Yes sister. I found great pleasure in it."

"Did you find pleasure commanding Ellen?"

"Sister, it seemed strange to command her. It does excite me. Everything excites me today. You excite me the most."

Dressed in a classic maid's uniform with a frilly underskirt that held the skirt away from her body, her black silk panties flashing as she walked, Ellen came for them, helping Robin out of the tub and then dressed her in her corset, stockings and heels, leaving the heels unbuckled. "Your big sister will buckle your heels. When she does, you will obey her the same way I do."

Devotion filled her eyes when she helped Lacy out of the tub and gently dried her. When she had dressed her, she knelt down kissing each heel before slipping them on. Kneeling before her mistress, she licked her heels while flirting with Robin. Grinning at her when she spoke, Lacy stepped up to Robin, petting her lightly. "Ask me to buckle your heels. When I do, you will obey me in all things. You will call me mistress. Ellen calls me mistress. She obeys me. Tonight, she will obey you because I command her."

Bowing her head and lowering her head, her response brought blushes to her face. "Please mistress, buckle my heels. I'll obey you in all things, because it pleases me to do so. Buckle my heels and I'll kiss yours."

Excitement captured her mind when she squatted down and buckled Robin's heels to her ankles as she spoke. "You'll kiss my heels, and much more. You excite me woman."

"Yes Mistress."

Standing before Robin, beaming with the pleasure of her control, she accepted Robin's submission with pleasure as she knelt down, lowering her mouth to her heels, kissing each one with devotion. With all her heart she wanted to obey Lacy, hoping she would spank her again. The taste of victory was fresh in Lacy's mind when she took Robin by the arm following her maid as she led them into the house.

The excitement she felt was contagious as Ellen smiled deeply; knowing her mistress had been successful in her seduction. That excitement could be heard in her voice. "Mistress, drinks are served in the den, dinner is served at my mistress's pleasure." When they entered the den, Ellen spoke with her head bowed. "Mistress, shall I dress our guest for dinner? Or would you like the pleasure of her body while she is being dressed?

"Dress her. I'll find my pleasure undressing her."

"Yes mistress."

Continuing the seduction, she used her hands to raise Robin's passion as she helped her into her dress. Excitement and arousal had captured Robin who was breathing hard when she was sat next to Lacy on the couch, while Ellen knelt beside her mistress's feet. Sharing her drink with Robin from her mouth, she commanded her to share her drink with Ellen from her mouth.

Assaulted by the alcohol and the sexual simulation, Robin became lost in the sensations of it all, using her hand to raise her own passion into lust, becoming wild in her orgasm, she shook and shuddered with loud shrieking noises from her throat. After letting her relax for just a moment, Lacy then dipped her head to her vagina, being almost overcome by the deep heady erotic smell of her passion, as she drank the liquid lust from her vagina for her own pleasure. Her tongue brought shudders of erotic pleasure to Robin as she relaxed into her afterglow. They were both intensely happy.

When they had relaxed for a while, Ellen sponged them off and then brushed their hair. Kneeling before her mistress she awaited her command, and when they were ready she led them to the dining room. The table was formally set, with long tapered candles supplying the only light in the room. Seeing only two plates set Robin was somewhat puzzled. After Ellen sat them both down, she served their meals then knelt by her mistress's chair at her feet. Robin inquired, "Sister isn't Ellen eating with us?"

"Ellen is here to serve us. She has no place at the table. She is my slave and your servant. I will feed her from my plate, if it pleases me. I have buckled your heels on. You will address me as mistress. I will not remind you again. I will slap you if you do not address me properly."

Blushing as she bowed her head, she found pleasure in her words of submission. "Yes mistress."

Flirting with Robin through the meal, while Ellen kept their wine glasses filled, she fed her food from her fork, and wine from her mouth, being excited by Robin's submission, and the aura of sexuality that filled the room. When the meal was done she led Robin back to the den, Ellen followed in close attendance, kneeling at her mistress's feet after serving drinks.

Raising Robin's passion, teasing and fondling her between kisses, her incessant hands, and the alcohol, charged Robin with sexual energy, her eyes twinkling with excitement and arousal. Feeling like a dwarf, she knelt up on the couch next to her, becoming quite intimate in her handling of her body, bringing her to full arousal.

"Robin, you are so hot. Make your servant serve you. Spank her first. Use her for your pleasure. Make her do it. She will fight you. You must take her. Put her in her place. Her place is between your legs. When your passion turns to lust, I will drink it from you. When I am full, you will serve me: Do it now, or I'll slap you now."

The alcohol having bound her inhibitions away, Robin's eyes sparkled, raging with her need. When her eyes narrowed onto Ellen they flashed with arousal. Standing up, she picked up the belt, stalking Ellen, who fell back away from her pleading. "Please sister. Please don't make me do this. Please."

As she used the belt on Ellen, she spoke her commands in a deeply threatening tone. "Bitch. You'll serve me, and you'll bring me pleasure. I'll beat you until you do."

Masturbating while she used the belt, Robin's passion turned to lust. Dropping the belt on the table, she pulled Ellen's head up and slapped her. The feelings of dominance were brand new to her. The power she held over Ellen excited her deeply, almost as much as her spanking had, she had never been this excited or aroused. As she continued to struggle, Robin pulled her head to her vagina, letting her struggle for a just few moments then slapped her hard, her eyes glowing with excitement, arousal, and the power of her dominance. "Bitch. Serve me. I'll slap you, until you do."

Being completely dominated and completely aroused, she ceased her struggles. The power of domination, and excitement from using the belt on Ellen, allowed her to experience lust unfettered. As she served Robin, Ellen masturbated; both women were consumed with lust. The sounds and the smells of their passion filled the room.

Trembling with waves of emotion, she watched with excitement in her eyes and her mind, her success in Robin's seduction filled her mind with pleasure and raised her passion. As she stroked her vagina, she found great pleasure, being content to feel the comforting sensations, her passion was full, but her lust was not yet ripe. When Robin fell back into her afterglow, she knelt between her legs, lowering her head to her vagina. The smells of Robin's lust intoxicated her, loving the taste of a woman's passion, she savored it, being salty in her mouth and sweet in her mind, she knew she would always want a woman in her life.

Pleasure filled her mind, but she was not content, wanting more, she retrieved the dildo, slipping it easily into Robin's vagina. Lacy felt the stirrings of her lust as she used the dildo to rekindle Robin's passion, savoring the feelings of her dominance, now in full control of Robin's lust, raising it and lowering it at her pleasure. As she worked her up in stages, bringing her to the brink of her orgasm then let it subside, Robin began to moan, and plead, in her need. "Please mistress. Please."

"Will you serve me?"

"Yes mistress, I'll serve you."

"Will you lick my heels and call me mistress as you do?"

"Yes mistress. I'll lick your heels. I'll call you mistress."

"Will you kiss my whip? It will bring you much pain, and it will bring me much pleasure."

"Yes mistress I'll kiss your whip. It frightens me, but I'll do it. Please bring me pleasure now."

Power and pleasure expanded in Lacy's mind as she used the dildo with force, while Robin screamed out her orgasm. Drinking the sweet secretions of Robin's lust, her pleasure was full. Passion having turned to lust, her vagina demanded release. Lying back on the rug, she called Ellen to her, handing her the dildo as she lay back to receive her pleasure. The orgasm that came from Ellen's skillful use of the dildo and her mouth was full and powerful. Laying back into her afterglow, she felt as powerful as her orgasm had been. Serving the women as a maid, Ellen licked them both clean, then filled the glasses and knelt before her mistress awaiting her next command, being as happy as Lacy was; she loved watching the seduction.

Although her passion was sated, her lust for Robin still burned, her eyes glowed with lust as she continued the seduction, not allowing any time for an afterglow before raising her passion again, her voice was sultry when she spoke. "I'll whip my slave. You'll masturbate while I do. Look into her eyes. See the pleasure my whip brings her."

When Robin lowered her hands to her vagina, Lacy slapped her as she snarled. "I gave you a command. I heard no answer. You will always answer me when I command you. Bow your head when you do."

When she lowered her head tears had welled up in her eyes when she spoke. "Yes mistress."

Placing Ellen into the bondage of her eyes without saying a word, she called her to kneel at her feet in the middle of the room. Having always found pleasure in her submission, and the slaps and abuse that came with it; her eyes were alive with her arousal as she knelt before her mistress, finding great pleasure from the whip held firmly in a dominate woman's hand. Without letting Ellen's eyes free of her bondage, she removed her dress, her commands coming without volume, but were filled with power. "Strip bitch. You will serve us naked in my bed. We wear heels, you do not."

"Yes mistress."

With reverence, she picked up the leather case, kissing it before she opened it, she strapped on the dildo with her back to Robin. Catching Ellen's eyes, she flirted with her as she picked up the whip with loving devotion, kissing it before she turned to face Robin.

Catching her eyes into her bondage brought a flush of excitement to Robin's face before she lowered her head, being unable to lower her eyes. As she commanded Robin with her eyes, she commanded Ellen with her voice. "Kiss my whip. Lick my heels. Kneel before me with your face on the floor and your ass in the air. Look at Robin. Share your pleasure with your sister."

"Yes mistress."

As she lovingly kissed the whip in Lacy's hand without letting her eyes leave Robin, she then lowered her head and kissed each of Lacy's heels, lowering her head further, she laid her face on the rug, sharing her pleasure with her sister.

Masturbating for pleasure not passion, she used the whip on Ellen. The lashes started light, rising in harshness as she watched Ellen's eyes while raising her passion into lust. Ellen screamed from the intense pain, her eyes filled with tears, her lust rising with the screams. Sharing her passion and lust with Robin, who watched in wide eyed wonderment, being fascinated watching Lacy whip her, being even more fascinated watching the obvious pleasure the whip brought Ellen.

Shocked amazement filled her eyes while watching the whipping. The sights, sounds and the smells of sex raised her to heights she had never climbed before. Even though her hands brought her a full orgasm she wanted more, wanting Lacy to whip her, and wanting Lacy to fuck her with the erection she wore. Every nerve in her body was electrically sensitive to the slightest touch as she trembled with passion and lust for the whip. While holding Robin's eyes in bondage, she pulled Ellen's head up, forcing the dildo into her mouth. "Suck me bitch. Get my erection as wet as your cunt."

Taking Ellen's mouth completely, she found intense pleasure seeing the dildo disappear into her throat. The saliva that filled her mouth from the deep penetration coated the dildo, causing it to shine in the dim light. Catching Robin's eyes into her bondage, she smiled deeply as she removed the dildo from her mouth, then knelt behind her entering her open wet vagina in one forceful thrust.

As she held Robin's eyes while sharing her passion with her, she rose quickly to her orgasm, sharing her pleasure with her sister, who found another intense orgasm seeing the pleasure in Ellen's eyes and hearing the screams of passion from her mouth, while Lacy fucked for her own pleasure. Loving the sounds of Ellen's lust flowing from her mouth, she masturbated with her hips against the protrusions on the strap-on, finding her own orgasm to blend with, and compliment the orgasm in her mind that came from dominance alone.

All of the women fell into their afterglow. Being the first to rise, Ellen used her tongue to clean her mistress, and then crawled to Robin serving her with her tongue. Pleasure filled the area around her as she rose to her feet, filled the glasses, then knelt with her head bowed awaiting her mistress's next command.

With difficulty, Lacy roused herself, standing in perfect posture before Robin. Reclaiming her control of Robin's eyes brought a flush of anticipation to her. With eyes glowing from passion and lust Robin was still in full arousal, her lust was for the whip, wanting more than just a spanking, having never thought of being whipped before, it was all she could think about now. As she lowered her head she spoke breathlessly. "Mistress, please whip me now. I'm so excited."

Power and domination filled her mind completely filling her eyes and her voice with confidence as she issued her commands. "Crawl to me bitch. Kneel before me."

Submission ruled her mind while excitement filled her voice. "Yes mistress."

Undressing Robin slowly, she kissed each part of her body as she uncovered it, her commands were sharp. "Kiss my whip. Call me mistress. Lick my heels. Put your face on the floor. Share your passion with your sister."

Robin lowered her lips to the whip, kissing it with passion then kissed Lacy's hand. Lowering her head to Lacy's feet, her voice was filled with arousal. "Yes mistress. I serve you."

Licking each heel, and then kissing them with devotion, she moved so that she faced Ellen as she laid her head on the rug. Lust controlled her completely as she used the whip sharply, Robin screeching with each lash. Tears filled her eyes then flowed down her cheeks.

Feeling the pain dissolve into waves of pleasure that set her hip's rocking, her hands went between her legs as her vagina took her hands and her hips from her control. Sharing her pleasure with Ellen everything was sexual in her world, even her rationality was captured by her vagina. Rising like a crescendo, her orgasm filled her body, her mind and her voice as she screamed out her orgasm.

Still raging with arousal, Lacy turned then walked to the bedroom, speaking over her shoulder. "Follow me bitches. Crawl to my bed. You will both serve me at my pleasure."

"Yes mistress."

As she lay back on the bed, Robin knelt between her mistress's legs serving her with devotion, wanted to bring her mistress as much pleasure as she had just brought her. Ellen kissed Lacy's whip, then lowered her head to the bed presenting her ass to her mistress's whip. Rising to her feet to stand beside the bed, Lacy used the whip on her, while Robin brought Ellen pleasure. The passion of her dominance rose to lust as everything in the world ceased to exist for her except her pleasure and her whip.