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Mistress Ch. 01

By: fiona_fallen_angels_kiss



Kneeling on the floor, hands flat against the wall, legs spread comfortably wide, nipples and nose just gently touching the cold wall, just as She likes it. Soon Mistress will arrive. A mental check that everything is as it should be.

And i relax back into the anticipation.

From somewhere in the distance, i hear the clicking of high heels on a stone floor. i know it is She. i feel Her presence, Her intent. With each click echoing down to my pussy. i get very, very wet.

A door opens then closes. The clicking becomes a soft deep noise. The noise of heels on a carpet.. then silence.

Just for a moment i sense Her anticipation, Her pleasure. i know She knows i hear Her and that i am waiting. As the door opens, i feel Her eyes measuring my preparations. Without moving from the doorway, i feel Her eyes on me, taking in the sight of that which is Hers and Hers alone.

i need not look to see my Mistress smile.

I long to turn to see Her, for Her to touch me or speak to me, but impatience would displease Her so it is out of the question...i stay perfectly still and wait.

i can hear Her close the door, and move into the room. As the air stirs, i can smell the soft vanilla scent of Her, that arouses me so much. i have to bite my lip so i don't moan in pleasure...but inside, my body moans, very loudly for the want of Her.

i feel with excitement every movement of Her behind me, as She slowly moves around the room, i watch in my minds eye as She stops to inspect the neat row of toys, to please Her every mood and desire. i see Her pick one out and raise it up in Her hand, and smile at the feel of it. Her decision is made. She moves to the chair and sits down with the toy across Her lap with Her elbow resting on the arm of the chair and Her beautiful face resting on Her hand.

i feel Her eyes move slowly and deliberately over every inch of me. She inventories the long dark hair that looks wild today, the crisp white shirt just a touch too tight to contain the full and shapely breasts within it, the fitted waist, the small black pleated school skirt that barely covers the round white ass below it, the bare white thighs that are visible for two or three inches then down to the black cotton thigh high school stockings that cover all the way down to the 4 inch leather mule stilettos. 

do i please Her?, my heart is beating so fast and heavy now, i am aware of how heavily i am breathing. my inner thighs are wet with excitement and a deep throbbing in my clit makes me want to beg.

Mistress raises Herself from the chair and walks over to me, as She runs Her hand gently over my hair to the middle of my back.

She leans to ask quietly in my ear...

"Have you been a good girl today?"

Her voice and touch wash over and through me so deeply that i feel a little orgasm run through my body. i shiver a little as i speak.

"Yes, Mistress".

Her hand runs down from the middle of my back and over my ass and thighs, slowly making its way back up to my now dripping wet cunt. i can barely contain the moans as She runs Her hand along my cunt to my clit and circles it slowly and deliberately while She whispers in my ear...

"Who's cunt is this?"

"Yours, Mistress. This cunt is Yours".

Smiling She gives it a hard flat slap and whispers..."good girl. Now stand."

Quickly and quietly i am on my feet, eyes lowered.

"Play for Me. Show Me what a good little whore My baby is."

She turns to return to Her chair. my heart is pounding in my ears with anticipation. i hear a slight movement of Her chair and know that Mistress is now seated.

Slowly i drop to my knees, and crawl over to Her feet and kneeling before Her i spread my thighs wide so She can see the cunt She owns clearly. As i raise my hand to my breast and very willing nipple, i lower the other and gently drag my nails up my inner thigh to my very very wet cunt...running my finger along its length. i put it to my mouth to taste myself, then back to my clit. i slowly run my fingers along and around it, rocking a little with the pulse of the pleasure, pulling and twisting my nipple harder as the pulse grows. i can feel Mistress's pleasure as surely as though She was touching me...which i desperately want.

She leans forward as i stoke my clit with one hand and twist my nipple with the other, and runs Her nails over my other breast hard and slow, and i moan with pleasure...

"Thank You, Mistress."

She stands up quickly and in a sharp tone She says..."get up, bitch ..get your slutty little ass on the chair where i can see it".

Moving from the floor to the chair, i see Her touch the cane in Her hand all the way down its length and bend it a little.

Kneeling on the chair, facing into the back of it holding the back of the chair with both hands...i feel Her hand run up the back of my thighs and over my ass, pushing the skirt up over my back. i smile because i know what's coming. Almost as soon as the thought has enters my head, a little light playful slap lands on my ass.

"ONE, thank You, Mistress."

i hear Her laugh.

"you think that counts?"

"No, Mistress, i'm sorry".

As i speak, the cane comes down on my ass. The slight whistling sound is my only warning. It draws my breath in sharply with its sting. But the throb that comes after the sting lights a fire inside me.

"ONE, thank You, Mistress, TWO, thank You, Mistress."

i hear myself moan with pleasure as the sting is shorter but the throbbing goes deeper.

"THREE, thank You, Mistress."

The feeling of the 3rd and 4th ones go straight to my aching clit and nipples.

"FIVE, thank You, Mistress."

i move my hand down towards my clit, rubbing it slowly but firmly with a slight rocking motion so that my nipples rub gently over the material of the chair...it feels so good mixed with the throbbing pain, moaning louder. Can i cum?

"Please Mistress, i need to cum."

Silence draws me back as i realise what i did.

my head is pulled sharply back by my hair, and Mistress growls in my ear.

"Look at you, you fucking whore, you just can't keep your slutty little hands to yourself, can you? you are a very very bad girl, and you know what bad girls get, don't you?"

As She pulls me off the chair, and sits down.

"Come here, slut. you need to be taught a lesson."

Cursing myself in my head for my self indulgence and my body screaming in frustration, i get to my hands and knees and crawl over to Mistress's beautiful feet. i lean down and gently kiss each foot before getting up and laying myself over Mistress's knees. She runs Her hand slowly over the welts already there from Her cane. As Her hand comes to rest i hear Her say with a smile..."20 I think."

As one slap follows another, i wriggle and squirm as the pain builds up by the 10th. i am begging Her to stop. The frustration is just too much. 

Without warning, She does. 

She stops and slips Her hand down between my legs. She slips a single finger into my very very wet pussy and straight back out, so fast i barely have time to enjoy the sensation. As tears of pure frustration fill my eyes, i feel Her smile and see Her put the finger to Her lips then into Her mouth. 

After sucking Her finger, She takes it out, looks at me and says, "you taste good, my pretty little slut...pity you are so badly behaved!"

She slams Her hand down hard on my ass once and continues to spank me another 10 times, while reminding me i am for Her pleasure. i am Her toy. And i cum only when She allows it. 

With my spanking over, She pushes me off Her knee to the floor.

"Now you will play for Me...but you will not cum, do you hear Me, bitch?"

As i kneel before Her masturbating for Her, i cannot stop the tears of pure sexual frustration running down my cheeks. It takes all my concentration to stop myself from cumming.

All the while, She talks to me...

"you like that, bitch?"

"you are such a fucking whore."

Becoming harsher, rougher, more explicit with each phrase, She grabs my hair and pulls my head down into Her hold. my face so tight into Her cunt, i can't breath and don't care. i lick and suck at Her cunt, greedy for all of Her.

i feel the touch of Her skin on my cheeks, the taste, the feel, the smell of her, and nothing else exists for me at that moment. i know that Mistress is cumming and suck a little harder on Her clit...as Her climax begins She takes the heavy knotted flogger to my back and ass as i pleasure Her. Moving back now and then to dip my tongue deep into Her cunt, i feel an orgasm rip through me so hard and fast it feels violent. The pain spreading across my back and ass, pushing its way to my consciousness.

i drown happily in the colours it explodes in my body mind and soul. The climax subsides slowly and much more gently than it arrives, leaving me shaky and smiling. 

My Mistress quietly, contentedly says as She stokes my hair..."good girl."

With that, i smile, content and happy. i lean down and place a gentle kiss on each foot then curl up around Her feet and whisper..."thank You, my beautiful Mistress".

Curled tightly around Her feet, i close my eyes and listen to Her breathing. W/we are content.

It has been perhaps an hour of rest when i feel my Mistress stir. She reaches Her empty hand over the edge of the chair. i raise myself up from the floor and place the top of my head below Her hand to fill it. i hear myself purr as She strokes my hair.


"you are a very good girl, you know. I am very proud of you, baby," She says in a quiet, contented voice.

Tears of joy well up in my eyes as i reach for Her hand softly kissing Her upturned palm.

"my beautiful Mistress, i love You, all of You, always, with all of me...i am Yours."

"Do you, My pretty?"

"Yes, Mistress, You possess my all," i answer.

i mean every word from the heart as i watch the expression on Her face looking thoughtful. 

"I am pleased with your expressions of love, My slave, but truly, how can I be sure? I have never fully put your devotion to the test."

Cupping my face gently between Her hands She raises my face to look straight at Hers.

"you have seen but a few sides to Me, My love. But I have many others. Dark, cruel, sadistic, some might say evil. you do not love those because you have not endured them," She says lovingly.

"But if you are to be truly, totally Mine, you must not only endure them, but embrace and love them. Sleep now, baby, for tomorrow, My beautiful slave, I shall test you to your limits and beyond."

Mistress Ch. 01



Terry was completely broke. She lost her job waitressing after a particularly rude customer, set her off.

"Miss, this water is tepid, and this steak not bloody enough" He said, as blood oozed out of his steak. "You simply are, an incompetent imbecile."

Terry had been back and forth, to and from the kitchen, trying her best to satisfy this pompous ass, for far too long. She picked up the water, smiling as if she were going to get him another glass and she threw it in has face. The man shivered.

"Well, you're shaking" She said, sarcastically. "Is it cold?

She took off her restaurant vest, found the manager and yelled "I QUIT!"

Since then, because she had been living paycheck to paycheck, she lost her apartment. She ended up crashing on the couches at her friends'.

Though, she over-stayed her welcome at Oliver's place, having been there, a full month...Oliver was a gay man she'd known for about two years. She'd met him at a department store and they immediately, hit it off.

"Listen, hun you know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you..." He paused..."-Except this, -girl, you are cockblocking!!"

"Why in the name of all that's good and precious, have you not found a job, yet?"

She sighed..."I've been applying, but that firing really hurt me, I was stupid."

Oliver sat down and put a consoling hand on her shoulder...

"Listen...I think, maybe I can help. My friend Kendra has a HUGE place and she's cool. Anyone referred by me, has got her stamp of approval. I'll give her a call and see if she'll take you on, for while."

Terry hugged him..."Oh thanks, Oli'"

Oliver was true to his word. He called her that evening.

The next morning, he broke the good news. "Okay, girl, she said it's alright...I think she's happy to have some female presence, up in there...Pack up, your shit. I'll drop you off."

~~~~

Kendra opened her door and welcomed Terry with a warm hug..... "Hello, Terry! -I've heard so much about you." She said smiling warmly.

"Oh, don't be shy, come in, come in!"

Kendra was...interesting looking. She was dressed conservatively, but she wore green contacts, had a long expensive looking light brown weave and...well, there's no better way to say it, she had the ideal black man's body, all booty, tiny waist, average sized breasts. She looked like that video vixen, Buffie, except her skin was pecan-colored.

She spoke in the high kind of voice of Loretta Devine. "Welcome, to my place!" She said gesturing around the immense room.

"WOW!" Terry said... "This place is incredible!"

And it was, suede covered walls, tasteful (and expensive-looking) modern furniture, and lots of space.

"I'll show you to your room, so you can get settled in...Oh, it's so nice to have another female around!" Terry wondered why there would be a shortage.

Kendra's "spare room" was also impressive, painted a soothing blue color with a large queen-sized bed. It had it's own bathroom, all marble just to the side of it.

"Wow, this is too much!" ...She said looking around. "Just, what do you do??? Because, I need to get in on that..."

Kendra smiled..."Girl, I don't know if you really want to know, what I do..."

~~~~

Most of Kendra's days were free, so they hung out, quite a bit and became fast friends. Kendra seemed to have an endless bank account. She spent her money on long shopping sprees and always insisted on paying the bill, when they went out to bars together, playing the "number" contest...

Whoever could get the most numbers, from men won. They always seemed to be evenly matched, trading off their wins, every time.

That sat in a bar one night, both a bit faded...

Kendra gave Terry a considering look... "You know? You're a beautiful girl..."

Terry raised an eyebrow...Kendra laughed...

"Oh, don't worry it's not like that, but..." She sighed.

"Maybe, I should tell you what I do."

Terry, was very dark, with the almost literally black skin of Alek Wek. She was used to black guys either wanting to date her to prove how down they were or completely ignoring her, due to they're own self-hatred issues, or preference for lighter-skinned girls.

She did have a few normal relationships with black men, but she still suffered some self-esteem issues, having been teased a lot, when she was younger. People still made comments about her being invisible in the dark..

She was almost the complete opposite of Kendra physically. Thin with a "white girl's ass" as she called it, but she had large breasts. Her face was gorgeous. She had the aquiline features of a Somalian, high cheekbones, long neck, narrow nose.

"Kendra took a swig from her large glass of Margarita. She leaned in and whispered conspiratorially..."I beat down men, for a living."

"WHAT??" Terry yelled.

"Shhh!! Girl!! I'll tell you more about it, when we get back to my place"...She paid her tab and dragged Terry behind her, hailing a taxi to get home.

"Once there, she sat heavily on her white leather couch." She sighed. Terry slowly sat down beside her.

"Okay here's the deal...I'm a dominatrix."

Terry starting laughing,, uproariously...The drink from earlier still having some effect on her...

"I'm serious!!!" Kendra said. "Look..."

She got up and led her to a full wall mirror. She slid her hand down the edge and it popped open...Inside were all kinds of fetish paraphernalia...Latex, cat'o'nine tails, ball-gags, and thick rope...Just to name a few.

Terry was aghast...."Oh. My. God." She said picking up a pair of what looked like high-heeled ballet shoes.

"I know what you're thinking...I'm not a prostitute. I don't have sex with these men...But I'm no idiot...I know, what I do is pretty close" She said tossing her long weave. "They do get off, because of what I do, after all..."

She continued... "And honey, you'd be surprised at the clients, executives, politicians, actors, you name it...Some of them you even know from television..." Terry shook her head gasping, incredulously..."No...."

Kendra shook her head..."Yes, girl."

"Here's the thing..." She said, circling her, assessing her looks.... " I really think you'd be good at this."

"And hun-ney, you could make so much money! And all you'd have to do is order some men around and abuse, the hell out of them!"

"I-I don't know, about this..."

"Listen, this may creep you out, but most of these white boys? They want 'em as dark, as they come." Terry looked down at this, embarrassed at the mention of her skin-color.

"And girl?" She said, seriously "You have gorgeous skin...Don't you give folk permission to make you feel any different" She said, smiling.

"It's truth!"

~~~~

Kendra stood nearby Terry, while she sat in a chair at a trendy, expensive, salon....

"Kendra, I don't know about this..."

"Listen girl, I don't like it either, but don't forget, weave is removable...The clientèle tend to like a little bit of the porno look. They dig the white girl hair."..."You think, I like wearing these dry-ass contacts??" She said.

"But I do, all the time, because I never know when I'm going to run into one of my clients..."

"-Oh, God." Terry said, having second thoughts.

Kendra laughed..."Oh, it's not like that...I just send them on ridiculously complicated errands, like getting me a rare brand of truffles or, and this one's funny, sending them to the Pharmacy to get all those embarrassing female unmentionables and then having them list them out LOUDLY, at the cash register...It's weird, but they like it."

Several smartly dressed woman were busily sewing jet-black, high quality human hair onto her own. While others were applying acrylic nails...

She was starting to look like some stranger...

By the end of the day, Terry was ready, at least on the surface...They had demonstrated how to do her make-up and her weave was imperceptible, seamlessly blending into her own hair.

She had on mink false eye-lashes emphasizing, the already thick ones she had, and to her horror, shiny black lipstick. Kendra said it made her looking more imposing.

~~~~

Her first client was an "easy one" according to Kendra. He was a timid, pudgy accountant who only wanted to be belittled verbally for an hour.

Kendra used a different name on her "jobs", protecting her true identity, while easing into a new one. She was Mistress Martina...

Terry? She christened her Mistress Xenobia.

~~~

Kendra always had back up when she went on her jobs. Just in case someone tried to lure her into something unsafe, a bouncer named Charles, whom she met a few years ago, tailed her at every job, getting a small percentage of the profits for his trouble.

She sent him along on "Xenobia's" first.

Xenobia wore a head-to-toe black patent leather body-suit, it was the most conservative fetish-wear she could find and spiked boots.

"How do I look?"

"You look great, now put on this coat on and off you go!!"

~~~

She entered Fred's place, the accountant, while he looked up at her from downcast eyes. She had called him, the night before with her safe-word, 'desistence' , a word which could be used, if he wanted her to stop or if he felt unsafe.

After he closed the door, he immediately knelt down and began to weep...

Xenobia was warned about this....So, she smacked him hard across the face and said "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" She couldn't believe that she was. -That she actually could do this, but she fell into an easy rhythm. She gave him all matter of humiliating tasks; drink out of his dog's bowl, using his back, as a foot rest.

All the while, he addressed, her "Yes, mistress! Thank you, mistress!"

The time went by fast. She left his apartment, saying " You are the most disgusting human being, I've ever met."

When she got back to Kendra's, her friend was grinning broadly..."Girl?? What did you do???"

That man has never left such a large tip... "You must be a natural..."

They were overwhelmed by clients, after that....Kendra never felt any resentment because they were different types...Men who wanted Xenobia's type, didn't want Martina and vice versa..

Money poured in...

Terry was eventually able to move out and get her own place.

Unlike her friend, she never serviced clients outside of her Dom' hours... She simply lived a double-life. She pinned up her hair and wore conservative clothing with no make-up, on her off days. She was vixened out, when she was on.

She lived a surprisingly normal life...drinking in coffee-shops, perusing bookstores. No one, would ever know what she did for a living.

~~~~

One day, she was browsing the African-American fiction section, sighing loudly at all the "ghetto" and "hood" books.

A man stepped up behind her and said... "Miss, May I help you?"

"Yes" she said... "Can you direct me to the classic black authors, in this section?"

"Mmm..." He said, sighing..."That's actually in the Classic Fiction section..."

"You're kidding me, you mean the Black Fiction section mostly has these hood books?"

"Well, I'm afraid so...but if you'll tell me exactly who you're looking for, I can direct you to that author in the Classic Fiction section."

She looked up at him. He was a tall, clean-cut, blond. He looked like he could belong to a preppie club, at the local college. Nonetheless, he wasn't bad looking. He had broad-shoulders, the clear light-blue eyes of an aquamarine, and an easy-going smile. In short, he was the cute-boy next door-type.

"Sure" she said and followed him... Once there, she rattled off authors, while he quickly retrieved the books... "Baldwin, Dunbar, Ellison..."

When he was finished, he had a big stack of books. He smiled, handing them off, and watched her go...not to the register but to a quiet corner of the store, where she plopped down in a large comfy chair, reserved for customers.

He watched for moment, trying to decide what to do.

He approached her, again... "Is there anything else, you need?"

She looked at him with a confused look on her face, clearly not liking being bothered, while she was trying to read.

"No" she said, a bit sharply...

"Okay-" he said clearly, embarrassed...So, he tried a different tactic, being honest.

"Look, I know you're trying to read, here-".

"-Yes, I am." she said, cutting off.

He exhaled, briefly..."Look I'm trying to pick you up, albeit, failing miserably..."

"Oh. Oh!" she said, embarrassed by her harsh words.

"I'm sorry, I was so rude...This is just my space to zone out." She said chuckling. "Let's start all over...Hi, I'm Terry."

She said offering her hand. "Justin" He said, shaking it.

"Can I make this, up to you?" Terry asked.

"How does dinner at Chez Blanc, sound?"

"Sounds great!" She said, smiling.

"Okay...6 pm, this evening, if you're free?"

"...I look forward to it."

~~~~

Mistress Xenobia had time for one client before dinner, the state congressman, Don Bitterman.

He was really odd.... While she verbally abused him, he would apologize for all the black people he had been afraid of, or been unfair to at work...

"I'm sorry Mistress Xenobia" He said, weeping and crawling to her, licking the bottoms of her boots. It was disgusting. She was particularly rough on him. Though, she thought, maybe she should go easy on him, considering he got off on it.

Her hour done, she rushed home to prepare for her date.

~~~~

She looked nice, but again conservative in a simple black dress, her hair up in a bun.

Justin took her coat, as he pulled out her chair... "You look beautiful..."

"Thanks" She said, darkening a bit.

They chatted for a while, Terry deftly avoiding any talk about work, while they waited for the appetizers.

Justin made for a good dinner companion and she found herself very attracted to him.

After they finished their appetizers, Justin excused himself to go to the restroom...

As she sat at the table, hands under her chin, she glanced around the restaurant...To her horror, she saw her first client, Fred, the accountant, staring directly at her, in clear recognition...

"Maybe, he won't come over..." She thought.

But he did.... He shuffled over, his back, hunched.

He bent over...and whispered in her ear..."Mistress Xenobia, what should I eat tonight??"

"Unnnh" she said, looking over his shoulder, watching Justin striding back to her table.

She whispered sharply.. "...water and that's it...no food"

She definitely didn't want him sticking around, while she was on her date.

"Thank you, Mistress" He said, shuffling away...

Justin sat down...She prayed he hadn't heard anything...

"What was that about?"

"Oh...That was just an old friend." She lied.

"Well, that's funny, because you didn't look too happy to see him...And uh, I know this is weird, but I could have sworn he called you, Mistress?"

Her face flushed, in alarm...

END PART 1 



Mistress Ch. 01



Chapter 1

Rachal caught her reflection in the large mirror of their hotel suite as she wandered into the main room from the bathroom. She grinned at the sight. The hours she spent in the gym and the tanning booths was time well spent, she told herself.

Her thrusting breasts jutted firmly away from her tanned body and her dark nipples were still hard from their early morning lovemaking. Her stomach was flat, of course, and her narrow waist led way to wide hips definitely gave her a sexy look. Just out of the shower, the little red g-string that passed as a bikini bottom covered the slight rise of her mound. 

It only barely hid the perfectly smooth pussy that was still tingling...

Jeremy had already left the suite, heading downstairs to ask Lana some questions about tourist spots on the island. Not that they'd end up at any. His business deals would run on and on and she'd end up sunbathing all day again. Not that she was complaining. Her current boyfriend was fun to be with, hot in bed, and gave her enough time for herself.

Her soft skin still shimmered from the coconut lotion she'd lathered on and, turning one way and then the other, she nodded in satisfaction at her reflection in the mirror. She loved the admiring gazes her body drew from men and women alike, and even though it pissed Jeremy off she could never resist a little flirting. 

That was as far as she'd ever go, of course. She'd always remained faithful in a relationship.

She stepped back to admire the full cleavage that spilled over the top as she fitted her breasts into the simple but devastatingly sexy top. She'd wear the white shawl over it on the journey to the pool and back, naturally. It added that little bit extra intrigue.

Pushing back the wavy, shoulder-length dark hair she'd spent ten minutes brushing, she felt ready to face the day. It would consist of sunbathing, the occasional dip in the pool, large quantities of alcohol and, when Jeremy eventually returned to the hotel, more lovemaking.

***

Rachal ambled down to the hotel lobby, taking a detour along the carpeted pathway that led past the thronged breakfast area before arriving at the reception desk in the foyer. She could see Jeremy through the glass window of the office, sitting at one side of the desk and talking animatedly to the hotel's Manageress. 

Lana Hopkins perfectly fitted Rachal's preconception of a dyke. The blonde skinhead had tattoos on both arms and quite how she'd been given the top job at one of the island's most respected hotels always puzzled the brunette. Though there was no doubt that Lana was exceptionally efficient at managing the establishment. She exuded an air of friendly yet commanding authority that had most guests eating out of the palm of her hand. 

It was impossible not to like Lana, even if the assertive woman's all-knowing eyes gave Rachal's body the once over every time they met. Truth be told, Rachal quite enjoyed the attention. She was no lesbian, and didn't consider herself into women, but being the object of another woman's desire, especially one as butch as Lana, was quite a turn-on. 

She hesitated momentarily before slipping behind the long reception desk and knocking on the glass door. Lana glanced up and waved her into the office.

The butch Manageress's deep voice was commanding as she entered. "Hello Rachal. Come in and have a seat." 

As she'd anticipated, Lana's gaze covered her body before finding her eyes. The woman's long, bare legs were crossed sexily as she laughed and chatted with Jeremy. Rachal hadn't often seen her in anything other than trousers and they were more attractive than she'd expected in the tailored shorts. 

"How are you, Rachal?"

"Good," the brunette replied, placing the shawl across the back of the chair and languidly turning her body towards the woman. "And you. Lana?"

"Couldn't be better," the woman smiled, clearly watching every move. "I've just been telling your boyfriend, we have anything you want. Sailing, fishing, golf, sight seeing... though I rather thought you preferred to soak up the sun?"

"I do, but Jeremy wants to do something different," Rachal laughed, adding sarcastically. "That's when he's attended to all his business of course."

The blonde skinheaded woman eased up from her seat, picking up the brochure she'd been showing Jeremy as she walked behind Rachal. "Want to see?" her deep voice asked.

Rachal could feel the woman's large breasts press into her back as Lana draped herself half across her, the woman's slim fingers settling on her upper arm as she spoke. The bodily contact was a step further than the Manageress had ever gone before and as her nipples rose at the contact, Rachal wondered what Jeremy thought, or even if he'd noticed.

She glanced sideways at her boyfriend, but typically he no longer seemed to be paying attention. No doubt he was thinking about his next business deal, she wryly thought. 

Trying to concentrate on the brochure wasn't that easy with Lana's hot breath in her ear and the woman's fingers idly stroking across the tanned skin of her arm. Despite herself, she imperceptibly leaned back. Lana rewarded her with a soft exhalation of air on her cheek as she settled her other hand across Rachal's shoulder. With each of Lana's unhurried description of the various attractions, she could feel the very ends of the woman's fingertips gliding back and forth openly on her upper arm.

Her breath caught just as Jeremy spoke.

"Okay, darling, I need to go." Damn. Men had such an impeccably bad sense of timing. "Why don't we get you settled in a lounger and I'll be back to join you mid afternoon."

***

Lana watched the young woman stride through the lobby, swaying her hips from side to side with each step. Every eye in the vicinity turned to stare at the sexy girl. Like all of Lana's pets, Rachal knew how to flaunt herself and how to tease, there was no doubt about that. She'd even flaunted herself at Lana. Turning her was going to be an absolute pleasure.

Rubbing a hand across her blonde skin head, she turned off the monitor when Rachal reached the lift. She's be with her soon enough. The invitation to a light lunch in her suite had been delivered by Francesca, another of her pets and the most efficient of her hotel employees. Francesca had kept Rachal's sangria topped up throughout the morning, too, just as she'd directed. And ensured it was extra strong...

Lana answered the door at the first light tap, her eyes drinking in the flawlessly tanned bikini covered body as Rachal entered the suite. She followed the young woman to the centre of the room, her gaze fixed on the smooth interplay of her buttocks as she walked. They were virtually naked apart from the tiny triangle of her little red g-string. Even with just the two of them present, it seemed the sexy girl couldn't resist putting an extra swing in her step. 

"Some wine?" she asked, pouring two glasses from the bottle already opened on the small circular table beside them.

Rachal shook her head. "I think I'm already tipsy," she laughed. "Goodness knows how much I've had to drink so far today."

Too much? Francesca had done her job well and would reap the benefits later. "Nonsense," she replied, thrusting one of the glasses into Rachal's hand. "Lunch will be here shortly and you'll feel better with food on your stomach. For now, another small glass won't do any harm."

She grinned to herself. There was no doubt that the large glass of potent red wine would be enough to tip her young guest over the edge.

"Maybe just one," Rachal replied, sipping at her drink and flopping down onto the comfortable couch. She pulled her long legs underneath her. "I appreciate you inviting me for lunch, Lana. That's very kind of you."

"I thought it was time we got to know one another even better," the Manageress replied, smiling at her guest. Rachal's were already cloudy with the effect of the sangria. "Have you had a good morning?" 

"Yes, reasonably..." she replied, pushing away some of her dark wavy hair from infront of her eyes. "Though right now I think I've had too much sun. I definitely feel a little light headed."

"Mmm, your shoulders look a little red," Lana concurred from behind her. "Here, let me put on some after-sun. You'll feel better."

Before Rachal could respond, she was unscrewing the top from the bottle she'd conveniently left on the table and was pouring some into her palms. The young woman stiffened momentarily in surprise at the first touch of her hands across the bare, tanned shoulders but soon relaxed. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she emitted a small, soft sigh of pleasure as Lana's strong fingers began to caress the oil into the flawlessly bronzed skin. 

"That feels heavenly."

"That's good," Lana murmured. This was going to be easier than she'd anticipated. She took advantage, caressing her fingers along Rachal's soft skin and feeling the young woman's muscles becoming more relaxed and pliant under her expert ministrations "Relax..."

"Mmm." Rachal's voice was a low purr of pleasure. She sipped languorously at her half-finished glass of wine as Lana' hands slid beneath the heavy sheaf of her hair and gently began to smooth the tension from her slender neck and shoulders.

A soft, satisfied smile played across Lana's lips. She had plenty of time and even had a diversion in place should Jeremy return early. That afforded her the luxury of subtlety for the time being, but that would soon change... 

"You like to tease people with that body of yours," she softly said, turning the movements of her fingers into a soft caress. She could see Rachal's nipples stiffening involuntarily through the skimpy material of her red bikini top. "I've seen you around the pool..."

"Doesn't every girl," the young brunette sighed contentedly. She was breathing more heavily now. "Isn't it all part of the game."

"Indeed. There are some good looking men around here. And women..."

"Sure are," Rachal murmured, sipping slowly at the last of her wine. Had she finished it that quickly? 

Lana moved around to the front of the couch and lifted the empty glass from the brunette's slim fingers. It clinked as she set it on the coffee table beside them. Easing herself down onto the sofa beside Rachal, her fingertips trailed onto the firm, tanned flank of the young brunette's thigh. "You're into women?"

Rachal's glossy lips parted with surprise and her eyes fluttered open. Of course she wasn't and it suddenly felt like she should make that clear from the outset. "No, Lana, women aren't my thing," she murmured.

The blonde skin headed woman smiled, not put off at all by the answer as she smoothly ran her fingers back and forth across the full length of the supple thigh. Rachal's nipples were now like two bullets inside her skimpy bikini top. "You're sure?"

"I'm sure," Rachal murmured, slowly pulling her long legs from under her as if she was about to get up. "This is very naughty, you know."

Lana smiled again. "What is?"

Their eyes met again. "What you're doing."

"And what am I doing?"

"You're coming on to me."

"I am?" Lana laughed as she deliberately held those dreamy eyes, enjoying the barely controlled arousal she saw in them. "But you're enjoying my touch, yes?"

As if in answer, Rachal inadvertently allowed her thighs to part slightly under her host's deft ministrations, giving her fingers room to slide between them. "It is nice..." she admitted, breathing softly as she felt the slender hand ease between her legs. 

Her eyes slid lazily shut as if being unable to look at Lana would remove any sense of naughtiness. Lana took advantage, gliding her fingertips deliciously over the warm, sensitive flanks of her guest's inner thighs. 

"Then just relax..." 

Her free hand rose to Rachal's head, cupping her scalp and digging her fingers deep into the thick, wavy hair. Her other hand continued to stroke back and forth over the brunette's inner thighs. Each sweep took her closer to the warmth she could sense emanating from the area barely covered by the tiny red triangle.

The pained expression on Rachal's face sang out a combination of confusion and need. Lana knew she'd have to be careful but had confidence in her abilities. She'd done this so many times, after all. When Rachal involuntarily eased her curvy hips forwards on the sofa, her breathing beginning to quicken, she gripped the way hair more tightly.

Holding the young woman in position, it was important to send out the subliminal message that she was the one in control. The smoothly gliding fingertips of her other hand slid along Rachal's inner thigh and brushed against the g-string.

"Open your legs a little further," she softly whispered, tugging the silken hair.

"I can't..."

"Of course you can," Lana's soft, persuasive voice murmured. Her free hand pushed at the brunette's legs in encouragement and suddenly the curvy hips inched forwards on the couch as she obediently spread her legs wider.

It took only a few seconds for Lana to have her half-reclined and gasping softly as she brushed her fingertips deftly over the slippery silk covering Rachal's rounded pubis. 

"Good girl," she whispered, tilting her head to stare into those beautiful half-open eyes. She flicked out her tongue, letting the girl see how extraordinarily long it was. It flicked along the full length of her lips as her fingers traced the contours of her victim's oiled vulva. 

Rachal's head rolled slowly to one side as she whimpered and placed a slim hand on Lana's forearm. The skinhead though she was going to try to push her away, but instead the girl's trembling fingers simply lay passively over her slowly working wrist. 

Lana lifted her head, her triumphant eyes fixing on the beautiful face, watching every expression, every breath and every flicker of her closed eyelids. "You like this?" she huskily breathed, leaning forward and sweeping her extraordinarily long tongue forward and back along the full length of Rachal's neck.

"Yes." The word came out as a whispered gasp. Then it changed. "But we shouldn't..."

With an effort, she forced her eyes fully open, as if she was finally realising the position she was in. Reluctantly, it seemed, she pushed her body back against the sofa cushions in an attempt to escape the pleasuring hand. 

Lana followed the movement, her practiced fingers never breaking their circular rhythm as she stroked the wet labial lips through the material. 

Rachal's dilated eyes hooded again at the sensation, her blurred mind wavering as she fought the internal battle. She moaned very softly, for several seconds teetering on the brink of surrendering control to the expert touch. Lana could sense the conflict. She couldn't, she was telling herself... she wasn't into women... especially one as butch as this one. It wasn't right...

"I should go," she whimpered, but even as she spoke her smooth hips were responding helplessly to the caressing touch. "Jeremy will be back soon."

"He'll be ages, yet," Lana whispered. She could force the young woman and take what she wanted, but this first time it had to come from her. She released her grip on the way hair and pulled her hand away from the still undulating crotch. "I have a good idea."

"What?" Rachal murmured, her voice quivering.

Lana slid her body across the couch, half reclining across the startled brunette. Wrapping her hands around Rachal's naked back, she lowered her head and slid her long tongue over the muscles of the trembling woman's neck.

"No..." 

But despite the objection, Rachal made no attempt to resist. With a self satisfied grin, Lana eased her head to one side and glided her insistent mouth upwards behind the panting girl's ear. "No?" You're sure?" she asked, her teeth gently nibbling at the studded earlobe before sliding her tongue into her ear like a burrowing animal.

As the brunette gasped, Lana slid her right knee between Rachal's smooth, tanned thighs. Her stroking hands slid inside the back of the red g-string, cupping those firm buttocks and pulling the brunette onto her so that Rachal's engorged vulva pressed against her upper leg. 

The look on Rachal's face suggested she was trying to hold still, but Lana was too experienced to allow that. She pressed harder, making it impossible for the young woman to resist the wonderful friction. Rachal couldn't help herself, starting to move her hips in tiny, circular motions against Lana's thigh...

Lana gurgled with delight and ran her long tongue across her captive's exposed neck, leaving a sexy wet trail as it swept in long circles along the soft skin. Then she brought her head back in front of the brunette's, her gaze fixed on those confused, aroused, dreamy eyes. "I can show you so much, Rachal. Make you feel so good. Think of me as you Mistress. Someone who will take you to places you've never been. I want you to think about that..."

"Mistress?" Rachal mumbled, confused.

But then Lana's fingers were spreading across her firm ass, holding her there. "I want you to cum now," she told her, using her thigh as leverage so that the girl could hump her hips harder. "Come on, my pet, cum for your Mistress..."

The muscles in her neck tightened as she rocked her thigh against the brunette. Rachal responded instantly, matched her rhythm with her upward thrusts. The harder Lana pushed into her, the faster she pumped back. Harder... faster...

"Oh God," the young brunette moaned. She was close. She threw her head back and her tits up. "YES! YES! YES! AHHHH!" 

Lana held her as she came, holding her tightly against her body. "So good," she murmured in approval. This was just the start. "So good..."

When the panting young woman stared into her eyes, she lowered her head and curled her long tongue into the partly open glossy mouth. She ran the tip across Rachal's inner lips, seeking out every detail of her teeth and gums, then eased further inside and lifted the young woman's tongue with gentle stroking motions of her own. When she felt Rachal's body weaken further, she knew it was time...

"Come with me," she muttered huskily, grabbing Rachal's hand and practically dragging the half stumbling girl to her feet and across the floor towards the bedroom. 

The brunette let out a tiny whimper as her frightened eyes were drawn involuntarily to the huge, black-quilted king size bed. But as Lana instinctively knew, she gave no resistance as her lover lowered her body gently onto the soft quilt. Before she knew what was happening, Lana's hands were pulling on the tie of her bikini top and her rounded breasts tumbled free, trembling gently as they bounced and then settled after release.

The skinhead woman's eyes ran slowly, lustfully down Rachal's gorgeous body. She placed her hands on the brunette's flawless hips, her forefingers gently untying the bow on one side and then the other. Her victim lay completely passive as she pulled the garment away and swept it onto the floor together with the red top.

"Want to see your Mistress, too?" Lana purred, her hands already unbuttoning her top. 

She was naked underneath, a tattoo of a dragon curling around her stomach and stopping just under her plump breasts. Dropping the blouse to the floor, she dragged down her shorts and then removed her black panties. At first it seemed that Rachal was too shy to look at her nakedness but Lana knew full well she couldn't help herself. Her gaze ran down across the dragon and settled on the plump and perfectly smooth pussy. She bit her lip.

"I see you like," Lana smiled as she knelt on the bed, her deft hands sliding up along Rachal's inner thighs and parting them effortlessly. 

The brunette closed her eyes, trembling as she felt the hot breath against her tanned skin. She whimpered involuntarily as Lana's mouth parted her glistening lips. Her long tongue slid effortlessly into her soft, pink vulva, touching the entrance of her urethra before gliding deeper into her body. She curled the tip upwards, stroking the roof of her vagina. 




Mistress Ch. 01



Rachal moaned.

Lana's soft hands stroked her young captive's curvy hips, supporting the smooth thighs in the crooks of her elbows as though the brunette were in stirrups. She glided her long tongue into the tight, wet sex, loving the accepting way Rachal's painted fingernails dug into her scalp as she flicked across the sweet flesh of the brunette's G-spot. 

Her tongue ran in circular motions over the upper surface of her sex tract until she felt her G-spot swell. Rachal cried out and began to buck her hips. Lana smiled to herself as she worked, swirling her tongue over and around the sweet sex-button, the movements of her lips teasing the brunette's clit to full, aching attention.

She gurgled triumphantly as she tongued the hot, dripping sex. The feeling of enslaving another pet was the best in the world. She could feel the brunette's excitement mounting as she expertly stimulated her, Rachal's breath coming in quick, rhythmic gasps of arousal. 

This was the girl who said she wasn't into women? Lana had never met anyone yet who could resist her long pleasuring tongue...

Sliding upwards, she slipped one hand across the smooth mound, her touch scintillating as her fingertips skimmed along the ridge of Rachal's wet labia. 

"Want to taste yourself?" she whispered, closing her mouth over the brunette's and slithering her long tongue between those eager glossy lips. 

Rachal returned the kiss passionately, all pretence at embarrassment long since swept away. Her hips pumped upwards. Lana's fingers were teasing her clit without touching it, circling the swollen bud in a series of teasing strokes. Her tongue was doing things inside the brunette's mouth that had the young woman whimpering for further release.

"Do you want to cum again for your Mistress?" Lana asked, pulling their mouths free but sweeping her tongue across her victim's cheeks, chin and neck. "Tell me..."

"Yes." There wasn't even a second's hesitation. Rachal's ass lifted up from the black sheets as she tried to find satisfaction against the teasing hand. Her voice was begging for release. 

"Yes please, Mistress..." Lana whispered in her ear, pulling her hand away until her command was met. 

It only took a second. "Yes please, Mistress," the quivering voice begged.

"Then you may..." Lana's tongue circled an erect dark nipple as she stiffened two fingers and pushed them into the young woman's drenched pussy. 

"Uh godddddddddddddd." Rachal's cry tore from her throat as her senses went into overload. When Lana lightly thumbed her clit, she may as well have flipped a detonator. Her shriek was torn violently from her throat and her body bowed like a marionette as she came for a second time. Lana continued to expertly fondle her overworked sex until she couldn't take it anymore. "Stop, stop! Please..."

"Stop?" the skin headed woman chuckled, as she slithered down the undulating body again. Her tongue swept across the juice covered mound. "But we're only just beginning..."

To be continued... 



Mistress Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Awakenings

Mistress fidgeted for her time alone with her pet, often urging her husband off to work with sweet kisses and words. Each morning, as she lay in bed, she listened to him punishing her little pet often negatively critiquing his domination methods in her mind. He was very harsh with the little one, even when she had served no disobedience, and many mornings he left her for work tear-stained and quivering on her knees. As these thoughts raced through her mind, the only thing that calmed her rising jealousy was knowing whom the pet truly served. She would smile softly as she stood unnoticed by him in the doorway watching the two of them, their little pet intentionally disobeying her Master because she wanted nothing more than to please her Mistress.

The woman felt as though she we're hiding a dark secret from her husband because pride would not allow her to tell him of her fondness for their slave. In the increasingly rare moments that the couple made love, it was short and disjointed, her mind often wandering to her pet who usually sat perched at the end of the bed, fighting to hide the aching jealousy in her gaze. Both women battled the increasingly nagging understanding that someday, Master was going to find out about their little games.

That morning they had followed the usual routine, he arose early and unhooked the pet from her chain, taking her into the spare room where he forced his cock into her mouth. She whimpered and cried as he ceaselessly began fucking her pouty lips, his cum quickly filling her throat as his hands pushed her hard, forcing her to bury her face into his pubic hairs. Then she was to bathe and clean him thoroughly before dressing him for work. She was lead back to her position in the bedroom, golden chain latched high to the peg above her, closing her eyes as her Master and Mistress left the room, listening hard for the door to close behind him and her Mistress's soft footsteps down the hall to greet her pet.

The little pet looked up eagerly as her Mistress entered the room, but her excitement quickly morphed into worry as she spied the troubled look in her Mistress's eyes. Something dark had stood between the two women over the last couple of days, but she never dared ask such questions without her Mistress's consent. In her submissive mind she wondered if she was failing to please her Mistress, but women's intuition whispered the truth of her Mistress's jealousy. Mistress's voice was slightly cold as she spoke to her pet, watching her with a scrutinizing gaze,

"Who do you serve, little one?"

"You, only you my Mistress."

Mistress's gaze did not falter as she walked to the girl and unhooked her chain from the peg, leading her to sit on the bed. Mistress crawled into bed, removing her own clothes, and urged the girl under the blankets with her, pulling her warm body next to hers. She couldn't help but tenderly cradle her pet, who softly pressed her face into her breasts, as both closed their eyes losing themselves in the relaxation which licked at both of them. They slept for hours, each lavishing in the scent and feel of the other as they lay still in one another's arms.

It was the little pet who arose first, large sleepy eyes batting at the muted sunlight of the afternoon. Looking to her Mistress she smiled softly and again buried her face into her breasts, her lips now searching for her warm nipples. Her finger tips traced up her inner thighs, careful not to dare touch her Mistress's sex without permission. Slowly waking from a sensual dream, Mistress's eyes opened and she smiled, relishing in the familiar touches of her pet. Her nipples were hard and sensitive as her pet suckled them, softly grazing her teeth over them. Mistress rolled over, pinning her pet on her back and smiled softly down at her as she parted her thighs and slid her finger over her wet sex, brushing her throbbing clit with her fingernail. She pushed the blankets off the two of them and came to rest between her pet's legs, mounting her as a man would a woman. Her pet's thighs were made to part wide, Mistress spreading her legs slightly, both women shivering as the Mistress thrust her engorged clit into her pet's. Mistress began to fuck her pet, as only a woman knew how, delighting in the girls moans and hips which rose to meet her. She took her pet's wrists in her hands and pinned them above her head, her hard thrusts causing her little one's pert breasts to bounce. Both women we're dripping with pleasure, Mistress closing her eyes and losing herself for a moment in the ecstasy of it all.

Suddenly Mistress felt her little pet go rigid beneath her, a moan catching in her throat. She smiled softly down at her pet and was startled to find a horrified look on her soft little face. She froze as she was suddenly aware of another standing in the room with them. Mistress looked over to the clock on the nightstand, 5:15 p.m., it was her husband. She looked over to him standing in the doorway with an odd look on his face, arms crossed at his chest. No one spoke for what seemed an eternity, but something made her stay perched above her pet, protecting her, claiming her. 

"Well Darling," he smirked "I see you've become acquainted with my little sex toy."

She could feel the girl shuddering fearfully under her, and something strong rose inside of her. Her gaze narrowed and she smirked back at him,

"Funny that you think she's yours...Darling."

He had never known his wife to speak to him in such a manor, and watched her closely, trying to put his finger on the change in her demeanor. He began to walk slowly around the bed, studying the stunning vision of the women pressed together. Now, standing above them he smiled down at his bride,

"You think she's yours, then?"

Feeling the weight of his test she thought for a moment. Smiling confidently up at him, she quirked a brow,

"Why don't you ask her?"

His gaze moved to the porcelain little slave beneath her, watching her, judging if she was ready for such a task. Finally he bluntly asked her,

"Who do you serve, little one?"

The pet struggled, fearing punishment at any words she may speak. Her large brown eyes began to well with tears as she looked deep into her Mistress's face before returning her gaze to him. Her voice was stifled and filled with fear as she quivered, speaking from her heart

"Mistress, Sir. I serve my Mistress."

He nodded, as if lost in deep thought. He looked down at his wife's stunning body, sliding his finger over her ass gently. Watching her hard he then stepped back, sitting in a chair that faced the bed and nodded, both women watching him curiously, 

"Then I only ask that I may watch, and judge for myself."

Aching with this new freedom that inched over her body, Mistress did not flinch, eager to show him that which he had doubted of her for years. She looked down softly to her pet, nodding gently, comforting the little pet with her gaze and urging her to continue. The slave leaned up, taking her mistress's nipples between her lips, sucking them wantingly, her large eyes looking up into her confident gaze. Mistress began to circle her hips against her pet's, their wet sexes grinding into each other's. The slave's wrists still pinned, Mistress whispered softly,

"Do you wish to please me, little one?"

The girl nodded, looking deep into her eyes, "Yes Mistress, more than anything."

Mistress nodded and instructed the girl to lay flat on the bed. Moving over her, she parted her thighs over the girls face, her sex now within inches of the girls lips. The mistress sat up straight on her knees and smiled down at her pet's body before her.

"You may please your Mistress, darling."

Eagerly the slave moved to her Mistresses sex, slowly kissing and tonguing her, burying her face deep into her. Mistress moaned softly and leaned forward to rest on her hands above the girl. A hand inched her pet's legs apart and began to softly finger her sex, spanking her clit with the tips of her fingers.

He watched the two women, immersed in pleasure, and found himself growing hard as he watched his wife dominate her pet. His hands moved to unbutton and unzip his slacks, his hand working his hard member free of it's confines. His eyes locked to his wife's as each watched one another, his own hand sliding up and down his engorged cock, his thumb brushing over the head, smearing his precum down his shaft. 

Mistress began to ride her pet's face, moaning and gasping as her pet endlessly lapped at her aching sex, her pet's hands gripping her hips eager to lick her dry. As Mistress's pleasure mounted she pushed two fingers into her pet, fucking her tight little sex, delighting in the way her hips trembled and moved. Her gaze was on her husband, watching him touch himself only adding to her pleasure.

His hand wrapped tight around his cock as he began to stroke quicker, his gaze never leaving Mistress's. Each communicated worlds to one another with their eyes. He stood and walked to the edge of the bed, his cock still in his hands, his wife on her hands beneath him. Pushing his hips forward she took him into her lips. His fingers slid through her hair softly as he closed his eyes, losing himself in the sheer eroticism of it all.

They all rocked together, locked in mutual passion and after what seemed a maddening lifetime, exploding simultaneously. Shivering, they curled into bed with each other. Mistress lay between her husband and her pet, each worshiping her with soft delicious kisses.



Mistress Ch. 02



"Yeah, yes! You did hear him call me mistress. I stupidly went to a costume party dressed all in leather and he's been teasing me about it, ever, since...Mistress, this, Mistress, that..." She lied.

"I'm just tired of it."

"Oh, really?" Justin said laughing. "I'd like to see that costume."

The conversation went back to normal and they past the time easily, enjoying each other's company.

Justin walked her to her car.

"I had a really good time, tonight."

"So did I." She said, shaking her head earnestly.

They almost kissed, but embraced instead. Terry didn't believe in kissing on the first date.

"I hope to see you, again, soon..."

"...Well, I just moved into my new apartment..."

"I'm having a house-warming, this Saturday. You're welcome to come by. It starts around noon..."

"I'd love to" He said...

And he turned to walk to his car. They both looked back at each other, again. Smiling and waving.

~~~~

Since that close call, Terry was on auto-pilot, when it came to her work. Luckily, clients took her indifference as dissatisfaction with them and they worked that much harder, for her.

She was gifted at her work. Embarrassed as she was about it, she was loathed to admit, she started to really like playing that character, dressing up in her intricate outfits. She felt like a goddess. That part frightened her. Was she some kind of pervert??

She just didn't want Justin to find out.

~~~~

On the day before her house-warming, Kendra called her excitedly...

"Girl, you won't believe who just rolled into town, asking for your type..."

Kendra said nothing, probably hoping for guesses.

"...Well, don't leave me in suspense, girl, who?"

"I'll give you a hint..." Kendra paused again and said..."THIS.IS.SPARTAAA!!"

"No way...NO WAY!!"

"Girl, I told you, you'd be surprised who's into this stuff."

"Terry shook her head on the other end of the phone. It all makes sense now. He dated the queen of dominance, Naomie Campbell."

They both laughed heartily, over that.

"Well, all I can say, is I. AM. jealous..."

"Don't be...He may be fine, but I have no interest in bearing witness to his perversions..."

"Indulging them honey, Indulging them..." Kendra corrected.

"Just go to the Hilton Grand, room 206 tonight at 7."

"And you better tell me EVERYTHING..."

"Client confidentially, remember?"

Kendra started to cuss...

"I'm kidding.." Terry said laughing.

She replaced the receiver and took a deep breath...She'd never serviced anyone, this big before...

Millionaires, politicians, but never any stars. Kendra had, though. Tarentino was a particularly kinky one, he loved having Kendra shove her bare feet into his face.

~~~~~

Terry picked her sexiest outfit, all the while, second-guessing herself...

"What are you doing? You have a date with Justin tomorrow, remember?"

It was a glossy black, latex, halter, mini-dress, that flared out a bit at her thighs. She wore the highest stilettos she could bare and still walk in them and last but not least, she pulled her hair up into a high ponytail, which draped over her shoulder.

It was cold, so she had an excuse to be as covered up, as she was...but if anyone looked too closely, they would notice her shoes.

~~~

She took a deep breath and knocked on his door...

'Who is it? " He asked in his thick Scottish brogue.

"Your appointment." she answered.

The door, opened...

"Well, come in, come in." He said.

She entered his room and shed her coat...

He looked her up and down, smiling...

"Wow" He said. "Just as advertised."

"Mistress Xenobia, is it?"

"Yes, Gerald..." she said pronouncing his name in his native tongue...There is, she learned, much power in a name. "Your safe word is "fence".

He knelt before her..."What would you have me do, dark queen?"

"Mistress, Xenobia."..She corrected roughly angling his jaw up with her hand... This was not as rough, as with her usual clients.

In her head, she was shrieking like a fan-girl, but on the outside, she played the game, easier on him then the others, but she still played.

"Strip." She commanded.

He began to shed his clothes.

"QUICKLY!!" She said shoving him hard in the back of the head. He did as he was told, quickly taking off everything, down to his birthday suit...

She was impressed. Those muscles she saw in that movie, were no special effect. His hair had grown out from the Caesar cut, he had in the film...

"She flipped it with her hands, pretending to be disgusted... "Your hair is too long..."

"I'm growing it out for ro-"

She slapped him..."Did I give you permission to speak?"

He licked a spot at the corner of his mouth where there was a little blood.

She lifted her leg and placed her spiked heel on his shoulder...Digging it in painfully.

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!!"

"No, Mistress..."

He eyes followed her lifted leg, giving him a nice view of her shimmering, sheer, black panties...

She quickly dropped her leg...

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing, Mistress." He said dropping his eyes to the floor...

She could see that was he hardening a bit, quite a lot, in fact.

"You want to touch me?"

"Yes, Mistress, very much..."

"You're not good enough to touch me..."

"I know Mistress." She slapped him again..."You don't follow instructions, very well, do you?"

She went into her usual script, belittling whatever she could...

"You're some kind of male slut aren't you? That's why you hired me."

"Yes, Mistress."

"I've seen you parading around with woman, after woman..."

"I bet you're diseased..." She said....dragging a nail across the back of his neck.

"No, mistress..." Another slap.

"...You're not even a good actor..."

"You should go back to Scotland" She said, bending over, to whisper into his ear...

"You deserve to be punished..." She said yanking him back by his hair.

She retrieved a thick white rope from her bag and proceeded to tie his hands, behind his back.

"You're touching me, now..."

"Are you grateful?"

"Yes, very grateful, Mistress..." He replied breathing hard.

She circled him, trying decide what to do next...Her mind was whirling...She could easily cross the line, but Justin, she thought.

She wanted to cross the line.

But her date tomorrow...

But oh, my God, he looked so sexy, completely nude, hard as rock...Breathing hard like that, he wanted her so badly...

"Fuck it" She thought and reached her hand out to touch his lips...He sucked her fingers into his mouth, saying "mmm..."

"Did I give you permission to, to..."

She felt delirious...

She pulled her hand from his mouth and stood back, trying figure out her next move...

He could tell her game, might be coming to an end...And he smiled.

She walked over to him, slowly...sliding up her skirt.

Her sex was mere centimeters away from his face...

She turned so her right hip brushed his lips...

"Bite it." She commanded.

And he knew exactly what she meant. Her panties had snaps on the sides...

"He used his teeth to undo the first and when she turned, he did the other side, as well.

Her panties fell away, revealing a neatly trimmed, pussy, glistening with her arousal.

"You, -you, want to taste me, don't you..."

"Yes..." He said softly. "Very much, Mistress..." He was breathing heavily.

She closed the gap between them and he leaned in exploring her pussy with his talented tongue...

She drew a sharp intake of breath. This was heavenly. Fuck, crossed lines...

He flattened his tongue and rolled it along her sex, like a wave, causing that very sensation, waves of pleasure flooding through her body. She shuddered and propped her hand on his shoulder, to steady her self...

Then he plunged his tongue, deeply into her pussy (my God! It was long) while his upper-lip pressed against her clit...

That was it...She came...HARD....

"OhshitOhshitOhshit!"

She propped both hands on his shoulders steadying herself. She felt like she might faint.

When her strength returned, she backed away from his wet mouth...He was a messy eater.

He looked at her intensely and she read his mind...

"Get these ropes off, so I can fuck you properly" His face was saying.

She ran around behind him, undid the intricate knot, and he immediately turned around, grabbing her around the waist. He picked her up, carrying her towards his bed...

She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. He cupped her ass, lifting her so her legs wrapped around his waist...

He didn't make it to his bed. They toppled onto a side-table while she leaned back on her hands, sweeping papers and knick-knacks off and gaining leverage.

He fucked her hard and fast....

She came first, his quick thrusts pounding away at her delicate flesh.

"OOOoooooooooh!!!"

And then he came, "SHIT!" gripping her hips, pulling her flush against his body.

They looked at each other for a moment and then kissed again...This time, they made it to the bed.

~~~~

When she woke up the next morning, she realized the gravity of what she had done...

And then she noticed the time.

Gerard, lay, still slumbering. She didn't want to disturb him. She gathered her shoes, slide on her skirt and picked up her coat.

She couldn't find her panties.

She wrapped herself in her coat and tip-toed out of the room...

~~~~

When she got to her apartment, guilty emotions flooded her mind.

"What have I done?...I FUCKED a client..."

"I cheated on my date...My date who's coming over TODAY."

"Shit! Shit SHIT!"

She set about preparing for the house-warming, pleased to have something to do, to take her mind off...(that MIND-BLOWING sex with) Gerard.

~~~

Oli' and Kendra arrived first.

They could see, right away something was wrong...

Kendra said something first..."Okay, girl, what did you do?"

Terry looked up at her, guiltily.

"...Ooooooh, you didn't..."

"YOU DIDN'T!"

Oli' looked at both of them, amped to hear something juicy.

"She didn't what?"

"...FUCK GERARD BUTLER."

Oli's mouth fell open.... And then he said... "Huney, don't feel bad, I woulda' fucked him too."

"But I have a date today, with a really nice guy, who I like!"

"Listen." Kendra said, "It's alright...Honestly, I'm surprised it took you this long to slip..."

"You mean..."

"-Yes girl, with this banker so fine, you would look at him and cry."

"So, don't beat yourself up. Just count this as a memory to go down in the books. When you're old, you can recount the tale of your juicy night, with some old matinée idol."

"I guess, you're right...No big deal."

"That's the spirit! Now, let's set up."

~~~~

When Justin arrived at around noon, the place was bustling with old friends...

They chatted, again hitting it off.

The party lingered into the night when everybody was liquored-up and dancing..."This Is How We Do It" played on the I-pod and everybody began to dance their asses off...Throwing up their hands and pumping it, like it was their birthday.

Justin lead Terry out to the fire escape.

The sat together, away from the noise, watching the few stars they could see, in the city night sky.

Justin reached out and took her hand.

"This is nice."

"Yes, it really is..."

They looked at each other for a moment longer and then kissed.....

Suddenly a drunken party-goer came hanging out the window, slurring...

"Shit, sorry I didn't mean to bust your groove, but there's some guy at the door, saying you have to sign for something."

Terry, excused herself and went to the door.

"Yes?"

The delivery boy held up a large box. "Lady, you need to sign for this"

"Sure."

She quickly signed and looked at it, puzzled. "I wonder who this is from?" She thought.

"Well, open it up" ...one of her friends encouraged.

The other party-goers, joined in chanting.

She held her hand up..."Okay, okay!"

When she saw what was inside, she went pale and then darkened.

There were a dozen white orchids, HER MISSING PANTIES, and a note from Gerard Butler.

"There was a lot of tissue paper so she, slickly hid the panties and note underneath the tissue-paper and held up the flowers."

"Justin did you do this?" She said, holding an orchid in her hand, smelling it.

She was good.

Justin nodded no, while frowning. "You must have a secret admirer..." He said, not too kindly.

Terry chuckled nervously..."I don't have anything to put these, in..."

"I'll be right back..."

She went into the bathroom, stuffing the panties into her pocket...She paused to read the note.

Missed you this morning. 898- 555-2814 GB

She sighed deeply and stuffed it into her other pocket.

She quickly grabbed a basket, by the tub that was full of fancy soaps. She dumped them into another basket and arranged the orchids inside.

She left the bathroom, a triumphant smile on her face...

"How does this look?"

Everyone "Ohh"ed and "Aww"ed.

Except Justin...

He spotted her black panties, hanging from her pocket.

END PART 2



Mistress Ch. 02



Rachal and Lana lay together on the bed, their bodies entwined with each other. The skinhead woman's body was half-above Rachal's curvy figure and the brunette's pretty head nestled firmly into the soft pillow as Lana flicked her long tongue around the inside of that adorable mouth. Her deep, searching kisses had lasted for what seemed like hours.

"You're every bit as sexy as I imagined," Lana eventually murmured, staring down into those deep eyes as she lifted her head and broke the kiss. Her fingers caressed the velvet curve of her captive's smooth hip, while her other hand stroked across the woman's silken hair. She could feel the young woman's hot panting breath against her face.

"Thank you," Rachal hesitantly answered, her eyes flickering. It seemed such a trite thing to say but in truth, she was lost for words. The thought that she shouldn't be there at all wouldn't leave her head. She had a boyfriend. She wasn't into women. This was wrong. Yet the power that the older woman generated was intoxicating. "We shouldn't..." she eventually murmured, as if desperate to be persuaded otherwise.

Lana smiled. She recognised the signs only too well. All her pets went through the same range of emotions initially, though none of them had a body made to sin like this girl's. Rachal might doubt herself, but that was perfectly natural for someone who considered themselves straight. Not for much longer. She knew that she'd already broken the mould with this one and any resistance would only be temporary.

"You don't enjoy my touch?" she teasingly asked, sliding her thigh between the prone woman's legs. She shifted her hand to the round curve of her buttocks, stroking with just her fingertips as she slid her lips behind Rachal's jewelled earlobe. The pressure rolled the brunette's pretty head to one side and Lana swept her long tongue along the soft flesh.

Rachal moaned at the contact. "It's incredible," she panted. "But I'm not bi..."

"You're not?" Lana ran her lips unhurriedly across the muscles and hollows of the slender neck, enjoying the feel and taste of Rachal's smooth tanned skin. Her all-seeing eyes studied each reaction on the girl's face and orchestrated each move in line with the changing expression. "You could have fooled me," she added, biting down gently on the soft skin.

"Lana..." Rachal gasped, her eyes widening in alarm. "Please don't mark me. I don't want Jeremy to find out about this."

"You don't want him to find out that you like women?"

"I... I don't..."

Lana laughed as she eased her lips away from Rachal's wet neck and dropped them to her sweat-dampened cleavage. Her experienced hands cupped each superbly firm breast as her long tongue curled around the edge of one dark nipple. "You don't what?" she teased. 

The young woman's reply was a whimpering moan. "Oh God..." Despite herself, she ran her slim hands up Lana's back and settled them on the woman's upper arms. That tongue was impossibly long and it was doing things to her nipple that no man had ever been able to achieve. To her shame she felt herself responding, her eyes beginning to slide shut with guilty enjoyment as she began to glide her long fingernails over the woman's tattooed skin. Every fibre in her body was screaming out her arousal.

Just as suddenly, the tongue was gone and Lana was reaching for a bottle from the table beside the bed. Tilting her head urgently and raising her curvy body up onto one elbow on the crumpled sheets beneath her, she felt her heart pounding as the skinheaded woman unscrewed the cap from the bottle and poured the liquid into her palm. 

Returning the bottle to the table, she closed her hands and rubbed her palms together.

"You're mine now," Lana told her. "I'm your Mistress. I own you."

The words sent an unaccountable shudder of arousal through the brunette. She'd always been an independent girl and invariably she was the one in control. Yet somehow, the thought of being dominated was an incredible turn on. And that arousal increased at the knowledge that it was this woman, with a tattooed body and known throughout the hotel as an out and out dyke, who was the one controlling her.

Jeremy would be back soon. It made sense to raise her body from the bed, leave here now, close this chapter, and let her boyfriend fuck her lights out as soon as he returned to the hotel. But her body was telling her something different. Her hot pussy was tingling at the thought of being under this woman's control. 

"You understand?" Lana asked, placing her oily hands onto Rachal's breasts, cupping and kneading them as she spread the lotion across the soft skin of her breasts.

Rachal's tried to speak, but couldn't. Her eyes slowly glazed with pleasure as the triumphant woman's hands took control of her full breasts the way her words had captured her mind. A whimpered murmur of pleasure escaped her red lips. 

Oh God. That felt fantastic...

***

Lana watched the young woman's aroused expression grow further as her fingers effortlessly and expertly manipulated the soft skin of the superb breasts. They really were magnificent, full and firm. The lengthening nipples burned into her palms. 

Not pausing in her manipulation, she eased her thigh between the long legs and nestled it against her captive's eagerly pouting vulva. In an instant, Rachal had begun to rotate her curvy hips against her, unable to stop herself and not even wanting to. 

Lana recognised the look on her face. It was always the same. Natural conventions were out of the window and all that the brunette was thinking about now was the pleasure radiating from her gleaming breasts and exposed clitoris. Her straining vulva slithered wetly over Lana's leg as the girl unashamedly masturbated herself against her, spreading her juices as she pressed and glided her clitoris back and forth on her pressing thigh.

"From now on, you'll do anything your Mistress tells you," Lana whispered, adjusting position so that her breasts rested between Rachal's splayed legs. The brunette's thighs parted wider as she gently pinched each oiled nipple between thumb and forefinger and slid her tongue into the sexy belly button. The young beauty's eyes flickered closed.

"You need your mistress's tongue," Lana told her as she worked her lips downwards over her captive's rounded pubis. Her tongue skirted across the baby smooth flesh before running lightly along the full length of her shining clitoris. 

Rachal let out a soft wail.

"You understand you're my pet now?" Lana told her a second before she closed began to suck at the brunette's engorged clit. When Rachal's body humped upwards, she flicked the hypersensitive tip of her long tongue gently from side to side across the sensitive nub.

Her fingers left the fabulous breasts above her, leaving thin tracks of shining oil as they trailed feather-light downwards across the smooth inner thighs. Rachal let out another wail as she slid two of them into the young woman's eagerly pouting vulva. 

"You're mine," Lana said again, raising her head to look into the aroused eyes that were hypnotically staring down at her. The girl was no longer disputing the fact, or even thinking about it. She'd accepted the position. "Tell me what you want."

Rachal's response was instant. "Make me cum..."

Lana ran her long tongue along the length of the glistening opening, her eyes never leaving the brunette's as she sucked in the wet juices. "Tell me you're mine," she slurped.

"Oh fuck..." Rachal gasped. 

Lana tongued her again. "Tell me..."

"Yes... make me cum... I'm yours... please..."

Lana nodded slowly as if in affirmation, and then curled her finger ran over a small bulge in the roof of Rachal's vagina. The young woman's body stiffened at the touch. 

"You'll wear my collar," she breathed, brushing her finger over and around the beautiful girl's G-spot. Rachal wailed again. It was time to press home her superiority. "And you'll do exactly as you're told, when you're told..."

Rachal's hips began to move rhythmically against the pleasuring fingers. There was no resistance left in her body. "Yes... fuck yes... Oh God... make me cum, please..."

Lana grinned inwardly as she flicked her long tongue across the crimson clitoris. She reached up to cup a breast with her free hand. There was something incredibly satisfying about a young woman's capitulation, especially one with a body like Rachal's. And in a few minutes, the position would be reversed and the beautiful brunette would be pleasuring her. 

Her tongue and fingers moved ceaselessly in perfect co-ordination across her clit and G-spot. Rachal's body was humping upwards, seeking the climax she so desperately needed. Her whimpers were constant now and Lana could feel her pussy tighten on her fingers. 

The skinhead woman could feel her own juices flowing as Rachal gasped with helpless excitement, her captive's pupils dilating into huge dark saucers behind her flickering eyelids. Every part of her was trembling, her voice was warbling, and her slim fingers gripped handfuls of the crumpled sheets as Lana's long tongue curled around her clit. 

"Oh God... yes... shittttttttttttt..."

Rachal's slim shoulders lifted clear of the sheets as the anguished cry of ecstasy escaped her red lips. Lana's tongue didn't let up through the orgasm. She wanted another. 

Sliding her hands under the young brunette's raised buttocks, she squeezed and stroked each pliant globe as she began to suck up the sweet love juices. When she slid a finger between the firm asscheeks and ran it over her puckered anus, it was as if an electrical impulse had been fed through Rachal's body.

At first she began to stroke the brunette's soft anus until it was shining and slippery, allowing the tension to build. Both knew the next step was inevitable. Rachal's body jerked as she slid the tip of her finger inside, and the girl cried out as she jammed it inside.

"Oh God... oh God... oh GodohGodohGod..."

Her head snapped back as the second orgasm burst, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as it overwhelmed and ravished her. Darkness began to descend. 

***

The softness on her face awoke her. Something wet and soft was rubbing itself across her mouth. Rachal licked her lips, tasting the mellow richness, and then her eyes flickered open.

Lana was sitting over her face and looking down at her with a blissfully contented smile on her face. Her back was arched and hands were behind her, resting on the brunette's heavy breasts as she slid her juicy pussy across her captive's mouth. 

Rachal's eyes stared upwards, taking in the sight of the snake tattoo of the snake that ran down Lana's body from underneath her breasts to just above the glistening sex that had now paused in its actions a few inches from her gaze. Even as she gave a heavy intake of breath and stared at the beautiful folds, the woman flexed her body and swept her juicy folds across her mouth again.

"You like your Mistress's taste?" she heard her ask. "You'll come to love it, my pet."

Rachal involuntarily licked her lips again, savouring the wonderfully juicy tang. Her eyes followed Lana's mons as the skinhead raised herself a little. It bulged almost arrogantly and her labia bloomed proudly in a way that with a curious, but frightening, beauty. She stared at it as if she was regarding an oil painting. Was she really in this position, she asked herself, trapped under the woman's curiously sexy body, completely dominated?

She felt a surge of heat in her juicy sex at the thought. 

Then Lana was dipping a fingertip into her wetness and provocatively holding it over her mouth. She couldn't help herself, arching her head upwards and taking it between her lips. 

"Oh, yes... Good girl," Lana murmured, settling her body unhurriedly across her captive's face again and teasing her labia across Rachal's mouth. "I can see you won't need much training. It's like an aphrodisiac, my pet. Once experienced, you'll always want more. Now then my sweet little slut, let me feel that tongue."

Rachal's body shuddered at the words. Slut? Why did that word excite her so? But then there was no time to think. Lana was lazily grazing her sex against her mouth once more and the fevered pulsing inside the brunette's heated body refused to be ignored. When her Mistress-had she really accepted that exciting fact?-pressed her labia against her lips, she felt light headed and found herself reaching upwards with her tongue as she'd been told. 

It astonished her that an hour ago she'd never have believed such a thing possible... and yet now she needed it like a drug. There wasn't the slightest doubt her newfound sexual desires had been orchestrated by the woman above her, but that only enhanced her arousal.

Without needing to be asked, she ran her lips along the entire length of the baby smooth flesh, a full participator now. Her hands curled around Lana's inner thighs, dragging her wonderful pussy more firmly to her mouth. The feeling of her incredibly soft texture labia was intoxicating and she licked her lips to better savour the sexy woman's juices. 

The taste sent little shock waves of arousal through her body. 

"Oh yes, verrrry good," Lana whispered, raising her body a little so that she could better rub herself across her captive's face. "Please your Mistress. Just like that, my pet." 

Her labial lips were surprisingly warm as they folded about the Rachal's tongue and the brunette responded by thrusting her tongue upwards and a little deeper. The moan she heard suggested that control was passing from one to the other and she licked harder, faster.

"Oh yes, don't stop..."

Rachal's neck ached from the angle but it was a minor inconvenience. She licked harder, setting the pace. Her fingers tightened around Lana's inner thighs. This was her doing... she was the one taking this horny dyke-her Mistress-to an orgasm. The thought consumed her, circling her body and settling on her sex. She loved Lana's heated moans, and the way the woman's clutching fingers had found her hair and were almost dragging it out by the roots.

"Fuck, yes, you sexy little bitch..."

Rachal growled into the juicy folds. Only the feel and taste mattered, and Lana's low moans that had gradually increased in intensity and was now filling the room. The skinhead woman's entwined fingers in her hair gripped more tightly, but it was the trembling of her body that betrayed the fact she was on the edge of an orgasm.

"Come on, my little slut," Lana shouted. "Oh fuckkkk..."

Her experienced inner muscles held Rachal's tongue in place as she came, and then she was arching her body again, holding herself upright as she crossed the summit and then began to descend.

"You sexy little bitch," she grunted. "You're a natural at this, did you know that?"

The words inflamed Rachal. Was she? Had she really just done that? Given Lana an orgasm with her tongue as the skinheaded woman had rubbed her pussy across her lips, her face? She licked her lips. She could still taste the earthy richness. It was at that moment she realised she wanted more. Without thinking, her tongue flicked upwards again. 

Lana let out a low moan. "Oh yes, my little pet wants to play..."

Gripping Rachal's hair again, she slid herself forward a little so that her labia closed around the brunette's nose completely. When Rachal opened her mouth to breathe, she pressed down again, moving her body in a gentle oscillation that kept her sex centred on her mouth. The girl needed to understand who was in control.

Rachal reached up to grip Lana's buttocks in an attempt to ease the pressure as the woman languorously began to ride her face. It was becoming difficult to breathe. The skinhead was sliding her sex across the whole of her face, like a piston, and each time she opened her mouth for air she swallowed juices. Her fingernails dug into Lana's thighs as a warning but then the woman had her by the wrists, pulling her hands away and then pinning her arms to the bed as she raised her body and ground down harder.

It was a silent reminder of who really had the power. Lana's movements became less controlled and then turned into a series of forceful jerks. Rachal kicked her legs from the bed, as if that would provide the air she needed. For a few seconds she thought she might suffocate but just there seemed no way out, she heard the orgasmic scream.

"Yesssssssss................"

Rachal gasped like a goldfish as a shaft of daylight appeared and she gulped in as much air as she could now that she was free. A feeling of dizziness engulfed her and her entire body was trembling. As her panting gasps eased, she was aware of movement beside her. Something was licking her face and it took a moment to understand that the long tongue belonged to Lana and she was cleaning her juices like a cat licking up its milk.

"My sexy little bitch," the woman was murmuring with each sweep of her tongue. 

Rachal felt a hand on her breast and another on her ass. She moaned. It felt like her entire body was still plugged in to the mains. A leg snaked between hers. Thighs were pressing down on her. The leg was moving slowly but insistently. She forced her eyes open, realising that she was involuntarily pushing her sex back up against the undulating thigh. 

"Please..." she gasped, as she was enveloped by a fog of arousal.

Lana tipped her head to one side and raised her eyebrows. Her knowing eyes smiled down at her. "Please what?" she asked, running her long tongue across Rachal's lips. "Please more? Please harder? Please Mistress, fuck me?"

When she rotated her pussy harder against her, Rachal couldn't help herself. Her thighs widened. Her hands found their way to the skinhead woman's perfect ass, pulling her more tightly into the heaving embrace. The feeling of sex on sex was sublime.

She was exhausted but she needed more and she pushed upwards. Her hips moved in more frantic circular motions against Lana's thigh, seeking and finding the magical pressure on her clit. Oh, God, it had only taken seconds and she was close. So close...

Lana recognised the signs instantly. "Cum for me," she whispered, that long tongue flicking across her neck again. "Cum for your Mistress..."

Rachal whimpered. She began humping upwards. Her ass was off the bed. Her hands gripped Lana's wonderfully rotating buttocks. She ground herself upwards, groaning at the way the older woman played her like an instrument. Her mouth fell open and her defocused eyes clouded over. 

"Now," Lana told her, grinding down harder. "Cum for Lana. Cum for your Mistress. Right now!!"

Rachal's scream pierced the air as her overheated body obeyed the instruction. 



Mistress Ch. 03



The party stretched on. Terry bid many of her friends goodnight. The last ones left Oli, Kendra, and Justin stayed to help clean up.

Finally, a yawning Kendra said... "I can't hang like I used to girl, I must be getting old..."

Terry smirked, an eyebrow quirked up in disbelief. "Whatever, girl."

Oli' said. "Both of your asses can age, but I am 21 for-ev-ver."

She laughed as she ushered them out...

As she closed the door, she felt a slight tug on the back of her jeans.

"What's this?" Justin asked as he held up her panties.

"Listen, Justin, I-I can explain..." She sighed heavily. "It's my job."

"Are you a prostitute?"

"No...But it's pretty close." She said, tentatively... "And I think, I became one, last night."

He just stood there, staring at her... "That's where these panties came from?" 

His eyes were cold and worse still, for her hurt.

She looked away.

He sighed, pacing the room, her undies balled-up in his hand, when it dawned on him.

"That man...from dinner. Oh, my God." He said laughing, in disbelief... "You're a dominatrix?!"

"Yes." She said quietly.

"That explains it." He said, sitting down on her couch, with his head in his hands.

"Justin..."

"Just... Don't talk." He said.

She closed her mouth and lowered her head sheepishly...

"This guy you slept with, who is he?"

"Um."

"Are you that slutty that you've already forgotten his name?"

"No." She breathed out.

"I swear he's the only one and I did it just once." She was whispering, as silent tears started to roll down her face.

"He's an actor, Gerard Butler..."

Justin laughed incredulously... "-That 300 guy?! Wow."

"Look, Justin, I'm really sorry...I-never meant to hurt you, I think I may even be falling for you."

He chuffed. "No, you never meant for me to find out."

She lowered her head in shame.

"You should have told me." He said.

"I was waiting for the right time..."

He looked up at her. "No, you were afraid." He said evenly.

"-Afraid of what my reaction might be. -That you would lose me... After all, there aren't many guys who'd tolerate what you do. If you could have, you would have just continued to keep this from me. -At least be honest with yourself, about that."

Terry walked over to her couch and reached out to touch his shoulder.

Before she could, he grabbed her wrist. He stood up, looking into her face, clearly trying to decide something.

He kissed her, hard...

He grabbed her other wrist and brought them both behind her back...tying them expertly with her panties.

He paused to look into her face... "Seems we both have secrets..." He said smiling.

He slowly circled her like he was a predator and she was some helpless animal he was going to devour.

"Justin..." she said, looking confused...

"Strange we should meet...It is a rare, this thing we do, but not as much as you'd think."

He crept up behind her and planted gentle kisses on her neck...whispering... "Listen..."

"I have no interest in raping anyone."

"If you give me, your consent to do this..." He said, his hands gently caressing her neck.

"You have my word..." Another gentle kiss. "I'll stop if you say... "Cherry..." He said, his lips brushing against her ear.

She closed her eyes and nodded her head.

He lead her to her room and pushed her face-down onto her bed.

"Where do you keep your ropes?" He asked casually.

"In the closet to your right..."

Inside he found all of her bondage wear and paraphernalia. And lots of high-quality rope.

"Good." He said bringing it out.

"Don't move."

He left the room and returned ten minutes later, with a pair of kitchen shears.

"Sorry, I left you so long, but I had a hard time finding these."

He slowly began to cut off her jeans...Starting at her ankles, following the seams all the way up to her waist.

He asked her casually. "What do you know about shibari?"

"-What?"

"Oh, you haven't been doing this that long, charming."

"Shibari..." He explained... "-Is the Japanese art of rope binding. It uses heavy looping instead of knots, so the tension increases with pressure... But don't worry, you have good rope. It won't harm your delicate skin" He said, caressing her right thigh, for emphasis.

Her clothing completely removed...He knelt on the bed behind her, holding the ropes...

He criss-crossed the rope across her chest, looping it around in an intricate pattern. He folded her arms around her back and bound them as they would be on her chest, her hands on her elbows. She was flexible so it wasn't as uncomfortable as it could be. 

There were moments when he did this that his hardening groin brushed her sex. She was beginning to get aroused.

He played with her panties in his hands, while he assessed his work. She was completely naked and bound, face forward on her bed, while he remained clothed.

He picked up the extra-length of rope that trailed from her arms and looped it around her ankles and the posts at the foot of her bed.

She now lay face forward on her bed, ass up, completely spread-eagled, and unable to move.

She felt completely exposed.

"Now, let's see..." He said "I've found the toys you use on others, but where, oh where are your own?"

She began to tell him, but he cut her off.

"-It's more fun, if I get to look."

He went through all of her drawers, allowing her delicate lingerie to slide through his hands... "Lots of nice lingerie in here... Usually, I find mostly granny-panties." He said laughing.

After what seemed like too many minutes, an idea occurred to him... or maybe he knew all long and was just playing with her, again...

He snapped his fingers and opened her closet again. He found a shoebox, shoved all the way to the back on the upper shelf.

"That's where ladies always keep them."

He opened it and found a simple smooth vibrating dildo... Not too big, not too small.

"Not as risque as I would have imagined, but it'll do..."

He stuffed her panties into her mouth and crawled around behind her. He allowed his hands to slide over her thighs, up over her ass, and back down again...She began to squirm urging him to put his hands on her sex, but the ropes tightened...

"I told you..."

"Just keep still." He urged.

She heard the familiar buzzing of her vibrator.

Suddenly her head was filled with the sensation of her vibrator on her clit. Her eyes fluttered closed and she "mmmm"ed through the panties in her mouth.

He stopped just short of giving her an orgasm. She whipped her head around, angrily.

He laughed..."Patience, Terry, patience."

He was shedding his clothes. She strained to see, but with her binding, she was afraid they would tighten again. 

She could hear him leaving the room.

Again, it felt like ages, but it was only a couple of minutes...

He came back with her orchids. He set them by her face so she could see them.

Then he picked one up and let it slowly trail up her sex, causing her to shudder...

"Nice flowers..." He said...

He did this one by one until all twelve were done. On the last one, she exhaled briskly, a gentle orgasm flooding her body.

"Oh, you come easily, Terry... I am really going to enjoy you."

She heard the buzzing again, but this time she felt his tongue teasing her clit... 

"Ahh" She said, the panties falling from her mouth. She was especially sensitive, since she had just come.

And then he plunged her vibrator into her sopping pussy, while he continued to tease her clit with his tongue... "AHH!!" She came again, her whole body heavy with the exhaustion only a good orgasm can bring.

"Oh, Terry, I'm not done with you..."

Suddenly she felt like she'd run face forward into the stars, as he pushed his dick into her pussy...

He. Was. HUGE. "You see, I had to prep you a bit..." He said, breathing huskily as he mercilessly fucked her.

He grabbed her neck and pulled her up as he pumped her...It felt like he was bumping the entrance of her canal, with each hard thrust...

She began to try to back away...

"You can stop this... 'Unh!' Whenever...You want." He said in between thrusts.

"No! -Don't stop." She said breathlessly.

"That's what I thought... You're my little slut, aren't you."

She nodded her head.

He grabbed and yanked her back by her hair...

"...Say the words."

"I'm you're little slut, Justin."

He pumped her even harder...until she came again, much stronger this time... She screamed "AAHHHAAHH!!"

"You wanna stop now?"

She shook her head 'no' as her pussy shuddered around his dick.

"How the hell is this guy, still hard?!" She wondered. "This man is trying to wear me out!"

Then she heard the buzzing of her vibrator, again.

She knew what he was gonna do before he did it...He rubbed it around her sex, getting it nice and lubed up and then, forced it into her ass...

In her deepest darkest dreams, she imagined what this would feel like, but the reality was much different. It felt like she might be fucked to death and she would have no problem dying, just like this. 

She could do nothing but whimper. Tears of ecstasy leaked from the corners of her eyes.

Unbelievably, she felt another orgasm building. This one rocked her body, from her head to her toes.

Finally, she heard and felt him come. Letting out an audible grunt as he pounded her rapidly, a few more times. 

Then he leaned on her back, panting.

She couldn't believe it. "He looked like such a nice, sweet guy..." She thought. "-A guy you could bring home to mom."

She had never been so well-fucked in her entire life. Four back-to-back orgasms, each besting the previous one.

After a moment of recovery. He caressed her cheek and kissed her on the back of her neck. He got up again and left for what seemed like endless minutes and returned with her cell phone.

"I found his number, when I cut off your jeans."

"Call him..." He said mocking her.

"-Oh, you need help."

He dialed the number and put it on speaker phone...

"Hello?" That familiar Scottish brogue.

"It's me Terr-rry..." She said trying to keep her composure as he began to finger her pussy, expertly finding her g-spot.

"Terry, what's going on? Where are you?"

"I'm. I'm...Oh, God."

"Listen, Gerard...I can't...I..."

He kneaded her clit with his thumb.

"Jesus..."

She forced herself to focus... "I have a boyfriend...Last night...Was a MISTAKE!"

"I can't -I can't..."

"Oh God, I'm cummming!!!"

Justin reached around and clicked off the phone.

"You see how easy that was?"

~~~~

With the bindings gone, he held her in his arms as they lay on her bed. They were both covered in sweat, completely spent, his hands entwining hers. Terry was just about ready to pass out.

"So what do we do?" She asked sleepily.

"Whatever you want... Just don't fuck any other guys." He said seriously. "You're mine now."

"Oh, I don't think you have to worry about that..." She said chuckling.

"Good." He said, and kissed her gently on her forehead.



EPILOGUE 

It turned out, Justin ran a dom business of his own, but was limited to a few hours, each weekend. He even had a dungeon. He was like Terry, in that respect, as she had cut back her own hours. Of course, the domination was limited to pain and humiliation like Terry's was.

It was a nice change to come home and switch sometimes being a bottom. But inevitably, regardless of who was the top, Justin would end up making sure she was happily walking funny the next day. 

Their wedding had been normal in every respect except one...

Early, on the morning of their wedding, before the first shafts of morning light made their appearance. Justin crept into her hotel room and ordered her into her dress. 

It had been his turn.

Luckily, the dress wasn't too gauzy a thing. It was a pretty but simple, a spaghetti-strapped silk dress with two layers of chiffon beneath. It was pure white at the top and gently faded into a blushy pink at the hem.

"You look so enticing, my lovely girl." He said, with a blissful smile, as she slowly turned.

"Thank you." She said darkening.

"Now bend over and don't you dare make a sound." He said, his dark husky voice betraying the assault to come.

She flattened her back, straightened her arms, and placed her hands flat against the wall, creating a perfect ninety degree angle.

Slowly his large callused hands slid up her thighs, bringing the dress up along with them. 

The only sounds in the room were the gentle wisps of moving fabric.

He cupped her ass with both hands and knelt behind her, spreading her cheeks apart. He pressed his face into her damp slit breathing and humming deeply as his tongue teased her. 

Her own breath came out in clipped shudders, but she kept still.

He suddenly stood over her and plunged three thick fingers into her wet pussy. She clenched around him... Willing him to work her out of frustration.

And he did, ever so gently curving his fingers inside her.

"Don't come yet."

She nodded but her legs shook with the effort to remain standing and silent. Gawd, he felt so good.

He pumped his fingers in and out of her while she willed her back not to arch. Her canal began to convulse around him.

"Good. Good girl..." He hissed.

His other hand slid up her back and around her ribcage, briefly squeezing a breast just to the other side of pain.

She gritted her teeth, but still kept silent. His hand gently slipped around her neck. Thin and swan-like as it was, his fingers wrapped completely around.

And then she felt him, that wide probing girth roughly pushing past her anal ring.

It had been too much, too much invasion, her body felt stretched to past capacity, and yet he drove into her even harder, until there was no more of him.

She would have screamed, then...The pain pushing the pleasure to heights she didn't know existed, but he squeezed her throat...And his free thumb circled her clit.

She could hear his grunts muffled by the smooth skin of her thin shoulder...

It had been a challenging task, but her bridesmaids slumbered on next door, never the wiser.

~~~~

Everyone assumed she wobbled down the aisle because her shoes were too tight and their secret smiles were due to the deep love they shared.

...Most of it, at least, was due to that. They held their wedding in a long since abandoned, small church, decorated just for their wedding. It was lit by candle-light.

Their reception was small. Oli, Kendra, and of course, Justin's family attended, who scowled a bit in the beginning.

"-Not just marrying black girl, but a dark one, at that! ...and her friends!". They were scandalized.

But once they both shed tears during their vows, they actually found themselves falling for them both. They could see the love was real.

If only they knew the REAL Justin, Terry chuckled to herself.

At the reception in his family's garden Terry found herself rolling her eyes, at Justin's mother's hopes for beautiful exotic grandchildren. She strained a smile and swiftly exited that conversation.

On their wedding night, they made gentle, languid, love...whispering their 'I love you's' into each other's ears.

~~~~

They had to give up their occupations, a few months into their marriage, as Terry had become pregnant. Terry got her chance to be a top, through-out this period, often bouncing on him while he was tied and blindfolded.

~~~~

Managing their needs after their baby was born, was a challenge. They had a pretty brown baby girl, named Diana. Terry loved Wonder Woman, growing up. 

"...That explains a lot." Justin thought smiling.

They had sex, like adult couples do, stealthily, once their child was asleep and they took weekend trips to especially accommodating hotels on occasion to really stretch out their needs.

It worked well for them and they lived well together as a family.

THE END 



Mistress Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Lana reinforces her control

As she and Jeremy had strolled into the reception area from the hotel's indoor pool, Rachal caught sight of Lana at the reception desk. The butch Manageress was talking to the redhead she'd seen down by the hotel pool on a couple of occasions. 

Seen her? That was an understatement. 

The woman had no reservations about sunbathing topless, and she'd frequently watched as Rachal did the same, making no attempt to hide her interest. It wasn't that she was particularly attractive—without being unkind, she was quite plain—and Rachal estimated she was almost twice her age—in her mid forties, probably. 

But the thing was, although her body was slender and her breasts were small, she reminded Rachal so much of that woman's body in the movie, Body Heat. Kathleen Turner, that's who it was, and although her breasts were small, her nipples—like this woman's—were very long and looked like they were begging to be sucked. 

She shook her head in disbelief at the thought. Two days ago she had no interest in women at all and now she was thinking about sucking Kathleen Turner's body double's nipples? Oh My God, her encounters with Lana were having far too powerful an effect on her libido! 

God, she'd even put on a show for the redhead this afternoon, standing on the opposite side of the pool to let the woman openly ogle her as she'd oiled herself.

As Jeremy paused to take a message from someone—no doubt another business deal—Rachal found her gaze drawn across the foyer to the two of them. Both pairs of eyes seemed to be crawling all over her tanned body as they spoke. Could it be that they were discussing her? She felt her nipples rise and pulled her small black wrap more closely around her skimpy red bikini in coy embarrassment.

Thoughts of the way Lana had seduced her ran through her mind—and all the things they'd done together. Her pretty brown eyes widened as the memories settled between her legs. Thank God she had sunglasses with her—she felt as vulnerable as a rabbit caught in the sudden flare of oncoming headlights. Dropping the shades perched on the top of her hair over her eyes, she turned away.

It seemed like Lana took that as her cue. The woman's deep voice floated across the room towards her. "Are you coming over, Rachal?" she called across the room. Her voice was commanding. This was an instruction, not a request. "I have that information you wanted."

"Information?" Jeremy asked, shaking the man's hand as he left and then turning to his girlfriend.

Rachal nodded, pleased for the protection the sunglasses offered. "Stuff for work."

He pulled a face. There was only one thing on his mind and it wasn't work. They hadn't made love in a couple of days and Rachal's near naked body at the pool had him primed for action. "Work? It can wait until tomorrow, can't it?"

The brunette turned to Lana, just in time to see the redhead casually sauntering away, but grinning at her over her shoulder. Something was up!

The butch Manageress's voice instantly cut off any escape route. "You said you wanted to look at it as soon as you returned from the pool, yes?"

"Please," Rachal stammered, patting Jeremy's arm as she gave him her best winning smile. "I won't be long, I promise."

***

"I really can't stay long—" Rachal began as soon as she entered the woman's office. The look in the skinhead woman's eyes stopped her. That look was like no other. It was commanding, it demanded complicity, and yet it promised so much. 

"You'll stay as long as I determine," Lana told her, closing the blinds covering the office window and then locking the door with a silent click. 

"But, Jeremy—" Rachal tried, but then her voice died away. Lana had turned her back to her as she walked to her desk and pulled open a drawer. The gold necklace she took out was plain and simple, with some sort of ornament on the front. 

"This is for you," she said, turning back to Rachal and handing it to her.

"For me?"

The older woman nodded. "You will wear it at all times, understand? Like all my pets. It looks like a necklace, but it's actually a collar. See the lock on the front? That signifies that you belong to me."

"But—"

Lana shook her head. "There are no buts."

Rachal felt a pang of frustration. When she was with this woman, nothing else seemed to matter. And yet she was returning home with Jeremy soon. She didn't want him wondering what she was up to. "Look, I'm sorry but—"

The slap across her cheek took the brunette by surprise. It was a light slap, designed more for effect than to give any pain. It didn't even leave a mark. Lana knew that would have been dangerous with Jeremy waiting for the girl. But it stung just enough to reinforce her words. "I told you there are no buts. A slave who disobeys her Mistress must be punished. Do you want to be punished?"

Rachal shook her head, a look of shock still covering her face. The woman had hit her, actually hit her. But what felt much worse was the fact that the slap turned her on. Little pinpricks of sexual heat had formed across her curvy body. "No—" she somehow managed to respond.

"Then behave when your Mistress speaks to you. What am I?"

"You're my Mistress." Rachal surprised herself as the words tumbled out. She didn't even hesitate. If she'd been having doubts, the slap had instantly removed them. It was difficult to comprehend... she was actually getting off on being dominated.

"And what are you?"

"Your... pet...?"

Lana smiled and nodded. "My pet, yes, that's how I think of you. But you're also my bitch, my slut and my whore. Say the words."

Rachal felt her knees weaken. Her aching nipples were pushing through the skimpy red bikini top. She leant back against the wall behind her to steady herself as she spoke. "I'm your bitch... your slut... and your whore." The words came out hesitantly, breathlessly. With each of them, another dart of arousal pierced her body. 

Lana nodded in satisfaction as she perched on the edge of the desk behind her. "Now we're getting somewhere. What happens when I tell you to do something?"

"I obey." Rachal's voice was low but the words were clear. For a brief moment, she wondered how she had gotten herself into this situation. Everything had happened so quickly. But with an astounding clarity, she knew that she'd crossed the line. Not only did she have to comply, she wanted to...

"Good. The collar signifies all of those things. Put it on."

The brunette's trembling hands went to her neck and fastened it into place. Her entire body was on fire as a result of the blatant act of capitulation. 

"You must never remove that collar unless I give you specific approval," the skinheaded woman told her. "Do you understand?"

Rachal tried to speak but couldn't. She nodded instead. 

The smile broadened on Lana's face. "That's a good pet. We begin to understand one another better." She slowly began to slide her belt through the hoops of her tailored trousers. "Tell me, my self-confessed little slut," she murmured, "Would you like to pleasure your Mistress?"

Rachal nodded again, her eyes drawn to the skinhead woman's movements. The woman was tying the belt to a hook on the back of her office door. 

"Good. Come here..."

She breathed deeply as she obediently walked the few paces towards Lana, who took hold of her wrists and pushed Rachal back against the door. Pulling the girl's hands above her head, she tied them with the belt.

"Or maybe I'll have a little fun first. What does my little bitch think?"

Rachal's arousal entered the red zone. Suddenly it was difficult to breathe. The look in Lana's eyes was sending tingles down to her hot pussy and she gasped aloud when the blonde skinhead gripped the cups of her bikini top and violently yanked them up to free her breasts. They bounced twice before settling.

"Oh fuck, yes," Lana hissed. "Quite magnificent..."

Rachal whimpered as the cool hands cupped her tits. Lana already knew how sensitive they were, how much she adored having them pleasured, and the blonde skinhead was taking advantage. After gently kneading the twin globes in her hands, she leant forward to allow her long tongue to flick across one already hard nipple. 

Rachal gave an involuntary moan and Lana let out a low chuckle as she repeated the gesture. "Don't you just love being so submissive?" she murmured, between the flicking sweeps of her tongue. "Knowing your Mistress has complete control of your body?" 

She sucked the nipple into her mouth and bathed it in saliva as she curled her tongue around it. The brunette groaned again, louder and longer. Lana's eyes turned upwards to hold her captive's narrowed gaze as her mouth alternated between one thrusting breast and then the other. When a thin trail of saliva hung tantalisingly from Rachal's right nipple, she sexily caught it on the very tip of her long tongue, allowing it to settle there before licking it into her mouth.

Rachal's body shuddered. She could almost cum just from having her breasts pleasured.

"You will always do exactly as I say," Lana continued, just before she dipped her head again to suck as much of one breast into her mouth as she could. Slowly, she allowed the magnificent flesh to slide from her lips with a pop. "When I call you to pleasure me, you come immediately." 

Rachal twisted, momentarily forgetting that her hands were bound by the belt. She heard long groans escaping from her mouth as Lana sensuously repeated the pleasuring on her other breast. Soon, both of her tits were gleaming with the sexy Manageress's saliva. This woman knew exactly which buttons to press...

The butch skinhead kept up the verbal pressure. With her captive in such a state of sexual excitement, it was easier to implant suggestions, to gain agreement to what she wanted, to ensure that the attractive girl was fully under her spell. "I will tell you when you can pleasure me, and when I expect you to pleasure others."

The words cut their way to Rachal's startled brain. Pleasure others? What did that mean? For a few seconds she teetered on the verge of asking but as Lana's tongue curled around her nipple again, it was too late. Her entire body was screaming for release and as her nonstop whimpers of delight increased, both women knew it.

Lana's hand slid underneath the skimpy red material of her bikini thong. She kept her amused gaze fixed on her captive's as the very tips of her fingers slid across and caressed Rachal's smooth mons. "Man or woman. Whenever I tell you."

She accompanied her instruction by sliding a finger inside the brunette's juicy wetness. Rachal tried to hold back, to clarify what she was being told, but her body betrayed her, pushing upwards in a desperate search of more friction.

"Tell me you understand," Lana murmured, sliding a second finger to join the first and curling them in search of her G-spot.

Rachal tried to think coherently, but it wasn't possible. Lana's two fingers were caressing her sweet spot and the woman's lips were back on her nipples. Her whole body was pumping back as her Mistress began to finger-fuck her. 

"Yes... I understand..." she frantically conceded, her hands pulling at the belt again as her body jerked. Lana was playing her like an instrument, withdrawing her slippery fingers almost completely after every three of four gliding strokes before gliding them effortlessly back inside her hot core again. 

Rachal pumped her hips in desperation but the teasing skinhead kept up the rhythm until she was practically begging for her release. 

"Please..." she found herself pleading, barely aware that she was giving voice to her thoughts. Her hips were pumping back piston like against the pleasuring fingers now, and as her head twisted from side to side, her silken dark hair danced in a thick, lustrous fan across her pleasure-filled face. "Please... oh shit... oh yes..." She was almost there. "Faster... please... harder..." 

Lana flicked her thumb across the brunette's clit.

"Oh FUCKKKKKK......"

The orgasm was instantaneous. It travelled across Rachal's entire shuddering body and she arched her back as she rode the incredibly prolonged peak of her climax until, eventually, her curvy body stopped trembling and her panting breaths turned into shivering sighs of contentment. 

"You see what pleasure I can give you," Lana whispered, sliding her mouth to Rachal's ear. "This is only the beginning, my pet. Trust me..."

***

Jeremy emerged from the bathroom, towelling his hair briskly. He had been dreamily thinking of his stunning girlfriend's taut curves as he had showered, and his erection was pulsing gently with anticipation. 

Damn, he thought, glancing around the bedroom. She wasn't back yet. 

What the hell was so important that it could be keeping her? She knew how horny he was feeling. If he didn't know better, he'd think that the butch manageress was deliberately keeping her from him. Lana had become friendly with Rachal over the last day or so and he couldn't quite understand why. They were so unalike. 

Maybe she had designs on his girlfriend? He chuckled to himself. Rach wasn't into women, which was a shame. He'd mentioned a threesome before if they could find the right girl, but Rach always countered by telling him that she was more than he could handle. The sexy little bitch was too. 

Where the hell was she?

Sighing, he threw himself down on the bedsheets. Watching his girlfriend sunbathe at the pool, then pose as she changed position, oiled herself, tied her hair, or simply stretched, had him all worked up. Rachal knew how to tease others, and she knew how to tease him. When she returned, he would rip off that skimpy bikini and go to work on that fabulous body. 

He lay back on the sheets, stretched out luxuriantly, and closed his eyes. He began to slowly run one fingertip lightly up and down the contours of his pulsing shaft, then another, and soon his whole palm gripped his penis. 

A smile spread over his face as he slowly masturbated. Soon it would be Rachal's experienced mouth that was attending to his needs.

* * *

Rachal's mouth was already at work. 

Lana had untied the brunette after her explosive orgasm, and then the skinhead had settled herself back in her office chair, lewdly dragging her skirt to her waist and pulling her thong down her smooth, toned legs. "Crawl across here, my precious little slut," she'd said, crooking a long finger. "It's time to service your Mistress."

The brunette hadn't hesitated. Lana's wet, naked pussy made her heart palpitate and this woman was offering it to her. She'd subserviently dropped to her hands and knees and covered the distance between them before manoeuvring herself into position. Lifting the woman's right leg, she'd moaned aloud at the way Lana's soft skin tickled her earlobe as she settled it comfortably on her shoulder. 

"Make it good, my sexy little whore," Lana had whispered, staring down into those eager to please eyes. Each word and action was designed to stimulate her new pet further and as Rachal's eager tongue had traced along the bottom of her long tattoo, she lifted her left leg and settled it across the brunette's other shoulder.

Rachal groaned again as she slid her hands under those heavy buttocks, lifting Lana's peach like ass upwards from the chair and running her tongue along that wonderful gap between her pussy and anus. She didn't even need to be told. 

Lana purred in quiet satisfaction, knowing that she'd taught the dark haired young woman well. She'd enjoyed this moment so many times before. Like a cowboy breaking a wild horse, she'd tamed this voluptuous young woman and there was no resistance now. She was hers for as long as she wanted and now that she had her, it was time to push the boundaries.

"My ass," she moaned, pushing her buttocks further up from the seat and precariously holding herself upright with just her hands on the chair arms. "Lick my ass."

She moaned again as Rachal instantly obeyed. She'd expected some hesitation but the little bitch was into the moment as much as she was. Her grip on Lana's asscheeks tightened as her tongue sought out her Mistress's anal opening. Pulling the blonde skinhead into her face, she pushed her tongue inside, just a little. 

"Oh, God... yes, like that my beautiful little slut..."

The words sent a torrent of arousal through the brunette. Yes, she was this woman's slut, her bitch. The thought sent her arousal flaring upwards. Lana's low growls of approval were intoxicating and she wanted more. Anal play was new to her and what would have seemed incomprehensible a couple of days ago had now become new, dangerous, sexual territory she was eager to explore.

Saliva dripped from her lips as she continued her journey, starting to push her tongue upwards as her gripping fingers pulled Lana's heavy hips down onto her face. She realised she'd begun to whimper with each jab of her tongue against the puckered hole. The lewdness of her actions had taken her own body to the verge of another orgasm and she wasn't even touching herself. 

A hand in her hair yanked her head upwards. It gripped her locks so tightly it was painful, but even the pain felt incredible. "That's a good bitch," Lana murmured those all knowing eyes staring down in approval. "My little pet is doing well. Want to try your Mistress's juicy cunt, now?" Her grip on the brunette's silken hair dragged her captive's face back to her sex. 

A twist of Rachal's head took her tongue back to Lana's exposed folds and she enthusiastically licked at the flowing juices. Was it simply another woman's sex that turned her on so much now, or being dominated in such a way? 

Maybe both? 

How could she have thought she wasn't into women, when the sensations were this good? It was different to being with a man, softer and sexier. It would be difficult to leave for England in a few days but she would be heading home in the certain knowledge that while Lana was her first woman, she wouldn't be her last.

The hand gripping her hair brought her attention back to the matter in hand. A rough tug of her dark locks reminded her of what her Mistress wanted, expected of her. Growling with a throaty pleasure, she pushed her head up towards the beautiful, glistening, folds and settled in at Lana's deliciously wet heat. 

When she stretched her tongue to carefully part the delicate, pouty lips, the older woman groaned at the contact. The sound was exhilarating. 

She, Rachal, was making this woman moan like a bitch on heat. She, Rachal, was pleasuring and pleasing her Mistress. The orgasm that wasn't far away began to gather between her own thighs again. She lost herself in her pleasuring as she sensuously ran her tongue up and down Lana's juicy labia, adjusting her actions in line with the skinhead's moans and the twists of her wonderful body. 

Lana's grip on her dark locks tightened, wrapping strands of hair around her fingers and yanking while she pumped her hips against Rachal's pleasuring tongue. "Fuck yes, you little bitch... like that..."

Each curse word drove Rachal on. She was in control now and she had a mission to complete. As Lana bucked her body into her face, she drank deeply at the syrupy honey that flowed more freely and then jammed her tongue back inside the wetness again. Lana's hands dragged her head upwards, just a little, and Rachal understood what was required immediately.

She set her sights on that sensitive, aroused little button she was coming to know so well. The moist clit began to pulsate as she attacked it, her hands attempting but failing to hold Lana's bucking hips still as she licked and sucked the sensitive flesh.

"Oh, fuck, yes," Lana grunted. Her deep voice was trembling and straining. "Like that... yes... harder... don't fucking stop... yessssss... make your Mistress cum..." 




Mistress Ch. 03



Rachal furiously doubled her efforts. All reason had left her. All that mattered was the soft silky wetness as Lana drove her hips upwards and smothered her juices across the whole of her face as she closed in on her climax. The brunette sucked, licked and lapped for all she was worth.

"God, you little bitch..." Lana planted the soles of her feet on the edge of the desk, either side of Rachal's head, so that she could gain even more purchase. Her hands yanked at the brunette's hair, pulling her more tightly against her sex. The desk creaked and moved. The chair bounced. "Make me cum, slut..." The words came out deep and desperate as she searched for her nirvana. "Oh yes... you bitch... oh fuck yes... oh shitttttt..."

Then the tattooed skinhead was screaming like a banshee!

***

Jeremy eased off his masturbation as the minutes ticked by. If he wasn't careful, he was going to peak and that would never do. Not when he was waiting for his girlfriend to return. Where the hell was she? In the middle of some goddam discussion about work, no doubt! 

What the hell did Rach and Lena have in common, anyway? What could Lana possibly give Rach that would help her?

Not that he could really complain, with all the time he'd spent on business deals. Rach was very patient with him and he knew he needed to give her the same latitude. But right now, he had his erection to take care of...

An image of Rach in that skimpy red bikini came to his mind again and his manhood ached at the recollection. He sat up on the bed and flipped on the television, idly beginning to surf the channels in an attempt to take his mind off his predicament. 

They'd simply have to make up for lost time when she returned to the room! 

And if that wasn't in the next ten minutes, he'd just have to go down to that butch manageress's office and find her.

***

"You have been here for almost an hour," Lana said. "Jeremy will be wondering where you are. You need to get back to him and come back to see me tomorrow."

"I'm sure Jeremy has something planned," Rachal said, turning wistfully to look at her Mistress. "But maybe I can get some free time in the morning."

"Free time in the morning?"

"Yes, I'll try."

"You'll try?"

Rachal hesitated. The look in Lana's eyes was telling her she wasn't dealing with this very well. Her hands fingered the necklace/collar she'd been given. She had to make herself available when her Mistress needed her. "I'm sorry," she quickly said, beginning to blush as she attempted to retrieve the situation. "Of course I'll be here for you. Just tell me when I'm needed."

"I have plans," Lana slowly told her. The skinheaded woman's fingers flicked a couple of struts of the blind open and she peered out through the gap. "They involve you. I don't want you and Jeremy having sex until I have given you permission. Is that clear?"

"Permission?"

"Exactly," she said, crossing her arms in front of her as she turned around to face Rachal. "You still don't fully understand, my pet, do you? You don't do anything sexual unless it pleases your Mistress. Understand?"

Rachal hesitated. Jeremy was waiting for her now, in their bedroom. He's already told her by the pool that he was going to fuck her lights out. How on earth was she going to tell him she didn't want sex?

"You'll find a way," Lana told her, as if reading her thoughts. Her deep voice was low, yet commanding. She slowly meandered across the room and tilted Rachal's chin upwards with one hand while her long tongue swept up and along the young woman's exposed neck.

"I don't care what explanation you give..." she whispered, pressing her body against the girl's and pushing her back against the wall. She ran her tongue up to the brunette's ear and then nibbled on her earlobe before continuing. "But there is to be no sex until I allow it. Understand?"

Rachal hesitated. That just wasn't possible, was it? What excuse could she use? That she was suddenly feeling ill, had a migraine? It wasn't possible... and yet Lana's long tongue that was finding every inch of exposed flesh along her neck was telling her she had to find a way. Damn, the way that tongue made her feel. The sensation was already finding its way to her core. She was putty in this woman's hands.

"Do you understand?" Lana repeated, sliding a hand across the girl's flat stomach.

Rachal tilted her head to expose more flesh as her hands found the back of the woman's shaved scalp. God, that magical tongue felt so good. How long was it? There was no doubt in her mind now. She'd have to find a way. "Yes."

Lana rewarded the response by sliding her hand downwards. Using just the back of her fingertips, she eased the top of the bikini thong aside. Rachal's legs automatically widened as her hand slithered inside. 

"That's better, my hot little pet," she said, her fingers now skimming across the ridge of Rachal's smooth labia. Her whisper was thick and husky. "And tomorrow, when the time is right, I'll introduce you to Mimi."

"Mimi?" the brunette gasped, trying to concentrate on the conversation. But Lana's tongue was burrowing inside her earlobe now and her fingers were teasing her clit without touching it, circling the swollen bud. She rested her head on the skinhead's shoulder, grunting as Lana's mouth returned to her neck, kissing and sucking the tender flesh.

"She's the woman you've been teasing by the pool. She was at the desk with me when you and that boyfriend of yours came into the foyer, remember? She's had her eye on you throughout your stay here and is anxious to meet you." The soft laugh she gave in Rachal's ear sent a shiver to the brunette's soul. "Let's say... you're going to need all your stamina to cope with Mimi..."

"But—"

"No buts," Lana murmured, giving the brunette no time to think. Her mouth homed in on for a deep passionate kiss and at the same time, she stiffened two fingers and pushed them into her captive's wet pussy. Her thumb lightly strummed the girl's sensitive clit, eliciting another groan. She'd give the girl one more orgasm before sending her back to confront her boyfriend. 

It was essential that Rachal deprived him of sex tonight and built up his sexual need. That way, he'd be unable to resist Francesca. She'd keep Jeremy fully occupied while Lana took her new pet the next step along the road...



Mistress Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Bought and Paid For

Rachal hesitantly knocked on the white door. The room was one of only three on the top floor, all suites apparently. She fingered the collar around her neck as she waited, reminding her why she was there. Lana hadn't even spoken to her. It was Francesca who'd come over to her and Jeremy's table at the end of dinner and handed her the note.

Room 501. Top Floor. Mimi's waiting. Go now. Immediately. Francesca will keep Jeremy company until you return.

Rachal had uneasily risen to her feet, caught up in a conflict between her Mistress's instruction and the difficulty in explaining her need to leave the table so suddenly to her boyfriend. But Francesca had seamlessly slipped into her chair when she'd stood and had already begun to talk to Jeremy. 

Distracting him? Explaining her absence? 

Whichever it was, she had hurried away without a backward glance, anxious to escape in case Jeremy stopped her to ask what she was doing. 

Her legs had been trembling as they carried her across the room and to the far exit and they were barely holding her up now as she waited for the woman—Mimi—to answer her knocks on the door. 

It opened slowly and the smiling redhead that faced her raised a finger to her lips, indicating she was in the middle of a phone conversation. She stood there for a few moments in the doorway, mobile phone to her left ear, posing as if allowing the brunette to study her provocative appearance in the diaphanous black silk robe. Was she wearing anything underneath?

She wondered if Mimi could hear the sound of her heart beating. 

At close quarters, she could see she'd guessed right about the woman's age. Mimi was definitely in her mid forties. Despite herself, her eyes dropped to the thick nipples pushing against the thin material. And when the redhead swung around and wandered back to the middle of the room, her eyes homed in on her tight ass. Whether she was putting on a deliberate show or not, her body looked every bit as sexy as Rachal remembered from the pool. 

"I have to finish, she's here now," Mimi said into the phone, deliberately turning to look into Rachal's startled eyes. "Yes, I've paid for two hours. Oh yeah, she does look a hot little bitch. If I'm not mistaken, she's gagging for it." She laughed huskily. "Of course I'll be gentle, honey. I always am." 

Ending the call, she casually threw the phone onto the nearby chair. "Well, well, well," she murmured. "We meet at last."

Rachal felt the blush that started at her neck rise to cover her face. Had she really just heard that conversation? Her voice was low and hesitant. "You were talking about me on the phone?"

The redhead looked at her as if she was stupid. "Who else?"

Rachal bristled. "What did you mean? Paid for two hours?"

Mimi laughed again, throwing her head back. It was a sexy noise, one that came from the back of her throat. "You're joshing me?"

Her face coloured further. "No—"

"How wonderful," the older woman almost purred, sexily cocking her head to one side. "You really don't know, do you?"

"I've told you that," Rachal answered, trying to keep the frustration out of her voice. She had no intention of being treated like a piece of meat... and yet the little pinpricks of heat that were finding their way across her body were already fuelling her arousal.

The redhead laughed again. "I paid Lana for a two hour session with you."

"Paid her?"

Mimi slowly raised her hands to her hair, sweeping it through her thick curls. "But of course. You've never been paid for sex before?"

It was as if the woman had slapped her in the face. Despite herself, she couldn't disguise her shock. She momentarily thought of turning on her heels and walking out, but there'd be consequences to that. "That's ridiculous. I'm not—"

"What?" Mimi interrupted, crossing her arms over her chest and raising one eyebrow. "You're not a prostitute, a whore? But I'm afraid you are, my dear, for the next two hours at least. I've paid good money to your Mistress for your services and I intend to get full value. And if you please me, I'll purchase you for a full night sometime. You'd like that, wouldn't you..."

"There must be some mistake," Rachal quickly rasped, urgency in her voice. This definitely wasn't what she was expecting.

"No mistake." 

Mimi smiled at her as she shrugged her shoulders. With a theatrical flourish, she pulled free one side of the tie on her robe and then the other. With a soft shimmy, it floated to the floor. Cocking her head again, she presented her naked body to the astounded girl. The freckles that covered her face ran down to cover her cleavage and there were no visible bikini lines to interfere with her deep tan. 

"You like?" her sultry voice asked, as Rachal's eyes were unable to resist the urge to take in the small breasts, long hard nipples, and then continue their downward journey to rest on the smooth mound and very wet labial lips.

"There's no mistake," Mimi continued, her amused eyes telling the girl there was no escape. Sauntering sexily towards her, she fingered the collar around Rachal's neck. "We both know what this means," she said, staring straight into the shocked eyes. "Lana is your Mistress and that means you do as you're told." 

Rachal felt a lump form in her throat. This wasn't a joke, Lana was actually using her as... as... a prostitute? As a lesbian prostitute! Were there really such things? 

Mimi slowly wandered in a circle around her body, placing one foot slowly ahead of the next as if in slow motion. Every now and again, she reached out to touch the girl. Behind her, Rachal could feel her hot breath against her ear. 

"Tonight, you're a prostitute, my dear, a common whore. My whore!" The older woman stroked her fingers across her forearm, creating little shivers of heat. "How does it feel to be paid for sex? Some women feel it heightens the experience for them. Doe it yours, Rachal?"

The brunette could hardly catch her breath. It was shocking to be used in such a way... but the tingling arousal beating inside her like a drum. How could she do this, she asked herself, gulping down the lump in her throat. But then Mimi was on the move again, completing the circle and standing in front of her. With a triumphant smile, she curled her manicured fingers around her neck. 

At first, she let the woman pull her against her curvy body. When Mimi's perfect bow lips closed on hers for a long, deep kiss, she allowed the insistent tongue inside her mouth. Oh God...

For a brief moment, she pulled her head away, but Mimi's hand instantly pulled her back, only this time her mouth stopped just short of Rachal's lips. Her movements were slow, as if not to frighten away her prey. "You can't refuse, honey," she said, her free hand caressing the brunette's face. "Face the facts, you've been bought and paid for. And you you were happy enough flaunting your body in front of me at the pool, weren't you?"

Her naked body pushed against Rachal's again and she lowered her lips to brunette's neck, planting little butterfly kisses across her skin. Rachal whimpered. 

"You like that?" Mimi breathed against her skin, but then she was grabbing her dark hair and yanking the brunette's face closer. "Bought and paid for," she whispered as she stared into the confused eyes. "Come with me."

Not sparing the pain, she practically dragged the girl with her through a door to their right and into the adjoining room. It was dominated by a large four-poster bed, with every other item of furniture playing off it. Yanking her head upwards towards the mirrored ceiling, she huskily whispered, "Impressive, isn't it? You'll be able to watch while I fuck you."

Rachal's hands went to her hair when Mimi finally let go. It felt it had nearly been pulled it out by the roots. There was no doubt who was in control. Her heart pumped faster when Mimi rested their foreheads against one another. A mischievous look was all too evident in her green eyes. 

"Tell me, is it Rachal or Rach?"

"Either," she answered, trying to calm her breathing.

"I'll call you Rach, then," Mimi softly said, her tongue flicking over her glossy red lips. "Get on the bed."

Rachal's hesitation was a mistake. Mimi had her by the hair again. "I said get on the fucking bed," she rasped, roughly pushed her flat onto the mattress and following her onto the cream. She threw a leg across her lap. "My whore tonight," she said, unbuttoning the front of Rachal's dress and tugging it open. Her approving green eyes widened. 

"You're a hot little bitch, all right," she purred, stroking the back of her fingertips across the exposed flesh.

"Mimi—" Rachal grunted, but the redhead brought a finger to her lips.

"Ssssh, she whispered, holding the brunette's gaze as she dramatically ripped her bra cups upwards, exposing her full breasts. They bounced twice before settling. "Oh yes," she hissed, dipping her head to suck on a hard nipple. When she pulled it between her teeth, Rachal's body jerked.

"My personal whore," Mimi reminded her, sliding her mouth away. She licked her way back upwards towards Rachal's lips, but stopped a tongue's lick away. Her husky voice was low and persuasive. "You like that thought, don't you, Rach?"

Rachal's heart palpitated as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Her entire body felt alive. She glanced upwards, past Mimi's face to the reflections that bounced back at her from the ceiling mirror. 

"Oh, yes, I can see you do," the redhead told her, adjusting her body to fit her naked pussy against Rachal's thong covered sex. "Let's start gently and then we can take it from there." She pulled one of the brunette's legs up to her shoulder and began to grind. "Feels good?" 

Rachal whimpered again. She suddenly felt faint...

"Watch in the mirror..." Mimi whispered as her pubic bone found her captive's clit. "Is fucking sexy, believe me. If you're really good, I'll use handcuffs the next time. Lana tells me you like being tied up..."

Holding the girl's raised leg tightly against her shoulder, she gripped the toned ass harder as she began to circle her hips in tiny circles.

"Like that?" she gasped, panting now. "Don't tell me you never thought of this when you were teasing me down at the pool. I know I did..."

Rachal's groan confirmed she was hitting the spot. Suddenly, the brunette became a participant. Her hips began to respond, pumping upwards faster as she sought out and then matched the sexy woman's pace. 

Mimi grunted, reaching down to yank the brunette's hair again. "You like it rough?" she rasped, both women feeling the heat now. Her grip tightened as her free hand danced across both their clits.

"Oh God..."

The redhead thrust faster, harder. "Come on bitch, cum for me..."

The words and the friction had their effect. Rachal's thighs started to shake and her throbbing body couldn't hold back. "Oh fuck... oh, God..."

Mimi smiled triumphantly. They were off to a good start.

***

Francesca smiled at Jeremy. The twenty-two year old had been given a task by her Mistress and would carry it out to the best of her considerable ability. 

Seeing Lana concentrating on her new conquest was frustrating and reminded her of her own seduction. She was jealous that her Mistress's attention was elsewhere—though she would never admit that to her—but getting to fuck the brunette's boyfriend would be some consolation at least.

She was jealous of Rachal's time with Mimi, too. The redhead had paid to fuck Francesca more than once and each time she'd exhausted her. Rachal would be experiencing that thrill right now. That made her even more determined to sate her own needs with the man sitting opposite her. 

From what Lana had said, he was rich, too. That made him even more interesting...

Her blue eyes twinkled and she leaned across to hug him. In a friendly way, of course, but he'd be able to feel her curves against him and smell her perfume. "I'm Francesca," she brightly told him. "Lana asked me to keep you company while your girlfriend is away."

"Away?" A frown covered his face. "Where is she? What's happening?"

She threw her hands in the air and her dark brows arched, as though to protest her ignorance "Something to do with work," she dismissively said, crinkling her nose. "That's all I know. She won't be long and until she gets back you've got me. Is that okay?"

Leaning back, she arched her back. Nothing too obvious, Lana had told her, but wear a sexy dress. The white number fit the bill, providing a healthy view of her cleavage and the sheer material made it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Her nipples were already hard in anticipation. Lana had made sure Jeremy and Rachal had been supplied with copious amounts of alcohol, and the champagne just arriving at the table would further enhance his intoxicated state.

Soon, his girlfriend would fade into the back of his head and his alcohol-fuelled mind would be focussed on one thing only.

"A present from Lana," she explained as the waiter uncorked and poured the bubbly. Her head tilted to one side and her large eyes sparkled. "I've seen you around the pool with your girlfriend. You're the hottest man at the hotel, you know."

He swallowed it whole. "I am?" His chest pushed out a little further. "Why's that?"

Francesca batted her eyelids again. "Isn't it obvious? You're extremely looking, charismatic, have a good bod and are available."

"Available?"

She gave one of her husky laughs, throwing her head back so that her hair bounced on her shoulders. Dropping a hand to the front of her dress, she stroked along her cleavage as she pretended to ponder her reply. 

"Well, you know... you're single. I mean, I know you're with your girlfriend, but you're not married." Her hand reached out to squeeze his. "Who knows what the night might bring?"

His drowsy eyes narrowed, not helped by the large gulp of the champagne he took. "I'm with Rachal—" 

She laughed again and leant closer, waiting until his eyes dipped into her cleavage before speaking. "Heavens, I know that, Jeremy," she said, squeezing his hand again. "But that doesn't preclude you from having a good time. Besides, I have a rule."

"A rule?" He finished off his drink and reached for the bottle to replenish his glass. Francesca intercepted the move, smiling at him as she provided a refill.

"Oh, definitely," she grinned, placing the bottle back on the table and drawing a pattern with her index finger on the back of his hand. "I don't put out on a first date unless I really like the man." 

She laughed and after a second's hesitation Jeremy laughed with her. When he suddenly glanced around, as if searching for his girlfriend, she cupped his chin and turned his face back to hers. Her sparkling blue eyes were like those of a wild cat homing in on its prey. 

"Now, why don't you relax, Jeremy, and tell me all about yourself..."

***

Rachal lay on her back, catching her breath as her shuddering body returned to normal. Her eyes burned into her reflection in the ceilinged mirror. Her crumpled dress was wide open, her cream thong was damp with her juices and her bra was around her neck. The sight should have made her feel ridiculous but instead, the sluttiness of her appearance inflamed her further. 

Mimi came into view in the mirror as she returned from the bathroom. Rachal's head twisted to look at her. 

"There," the redhead smiled. "Nice and fresh again. You're ready for round two, I hope?"

Before she girl could answer, Mimi slid across her body, her knees pinioning her arms to the bed as she settled her thighs either side of the prone girl's head. Rising up on her haunches, her sex close to the brunette's face, she slid a hand to her labia as if in silent confirmation as to what was to follow.

"Ready for me?" she asked, groaning sexily as she worked two fingers deep inside her juicy cunt. "Want it?"

Her knees held Rachal's arms in check as she pushed up higher and invited the girl to gaze at her most intimate parts as if she were bestowing a gift. Removing her juice covered fingers with a wet slurp, she ran them slowly back and forth across her captive's lips. "Come on baby, taste those juices."

Rachal's resistance lasted seconds only. Unable to deny herself, the enamoured girl's tongue licked across her lips, savouring the taste.

"Nice?" Mimi asked, this time pushing the fingers between the half open lips. There was no hesitation this time—and she grunted in satisfaction as the girl sucked them clean. "That's it, baby. Who's a sexy little bitch..."

Raising her body again, she settled unhurriedly across Rachal's face, resting the palms of her hands on the bed as she teased her labia across the girl's lips. It brought an involuntary moan from her captive. Almost lazily, she began graze her sex against the submissive mouth, closing her eyes and groaning with each gentle undulation. Pushing down harder, her labial lips folded about the girl's mouth.

"Tongue, baby. Give me that tongue. Oh yesss, that's such a good girl."

Her hips ground down harder as her fingers entwined around the back of the girl's head. She adored these moments and the raw, feminine, power she exuded. 

With a throaty growl, she ignored the girl's discomfort and began to languorously ride her face. Her knees pushed down harder on Rachal's arms, ensuring that the brunette had no choice but to endure the moment. Not that her prisoner was objecting. The hot bitch's tongue was probing even deeper. Slowly, her movements became less controlled as her arousal grew. 

"Oh fuck... like that, baby..." Giving a low groan as her climax surged through her, she lifted her body and as the brunette opened her lips to breathe in air she squirted, covering her captive's mouth with warm juices. 

"Fuck yeaaahhhh," she screamed, her body flexing as another squirt hit the girl's face and body. Then a third... 

It took a while before she yielded up the last drops and even as her body shook with the aftershocks, she began to slither backwards. 

"You liked that, didn't you, you sexy little bitch," she gasped, starting to sensually lick her juices from the brunette's shocked face.

***

The bubbly had flowed with the conversation and after some initial hesitation, Jeremy had begun to loosen up and talk about himself. Like most men, he'd seemed to enjoy that. He'd described himself as a financier, and had smiled when Francesca had cheekily asked if that translated into rich playboy. 

The young brunette had made sure he drank most of the champagne, constantly laughing a lot and touching him each time she spoke. When she'd dropped her hand onto his thigh at a convenient point, he'd made no effort to remove it. 

Shortly afterwards, with her fingernails gently running in circles across his thigh, she'd decided the time was right to take him next door to the night club. He was in that hazy state where he'd had far too much to drink but didn't quite know it. Perfect. Circling her arm around his waist, she'd helped him with his unsteady steps and directed them to the small booth Lana had made sure was available.

Within minutes, she'd taken him onto the dance floor. It was all he could do to stand there and she'd teased him a little, spinning and swaying around him to the sultry Latin beat. Occasionally she'd pressed her lithe body against his and circled her arms around his neck as though to kiss him. But each time his head dipped to hers, she laughed and tantalisingly spun away again. 

If he'd been still wondering where Rachal was, he hadn't mentioned it for some time.

"You know, with a little practice, you could be a good dancer," she lied into his ear. "But why don't we rest for a while?" Guiding him back to the booth, she raised the glass of fresh bubbly that Lana had provided. "To sex," she giggled. 




Mistress Ch. 04



"Sex?"

"But of course," she replied, sliding her hand to his erection and squeezing him gently. "I could tell on the dance floor how hard you are. Rachal hasn't been keeping you fully satisfied, has she, you poor thing?" 

***

Mimi let out a long mewing sound as the hot little bitch's tongue pleasured her sensitive clitoris. She raised her head on the four poster bed to watch the bobbing head between her thighs. Very occasionally, it happened this way. Once the woman recovered from the shock, she was so turned on she wanted more. 

It was the brunette who'd taken the initiative and pushed her onto her back before slithering down between her thighs. She really was a gift from heaven. Those deliberately long, circular, licking motions were exquisite.

"Oh, yes, baby... That's it, come and get it... Make Mimi squirt again."

Rachal growled as she worked, the noise coming from the back of her throat. The little bitch was getting off on this, too, Mimi knew. She wantonly raised her ass from the bed, presenting more of her pussy to the fast-learning girl, and gently murmured instructions as she began to hump upwards. 

"Like that... a little higher... oh shit, just there... like that... harder... faster...

Her paid-for-whore followed each direction perfectly. Was the sexy girl really as inexperienced as Lana had told her? She arched her back, lifted her hips and purred like a happy kitten before lifting one of her legs over Rachal's shoulder. The hot little bitch took advantage and changed to circular laps of her tongue, drawing figure eights across her clit. 

"Oh, yes... Like that, you darling girl... Oh my God, like that..." 

Her hands on Rachal's dark hair turned from a soft caress to a tight grasp. Breathing harder, she began to aggressively rub her wet folds upwards into her captive's juice covered face. Her grip tightened, pulling the little bitch closer, using the whole of her pretty face as a fuck toy to grind herself against.

Still the girl's outstretched tongue stuck with it, though it wasn't easy to comply when her entire face was being smothered in juices. 

"Want it?" she grunted, feeling the burning sensation begin. Instantly, she was moving again, pulling away and twisting around. Her hand was in Rachal's hair again, dragging the girl with her. "Kneel down, bitch, I'm going to squirt in your mouth. You want that, don't you?"

Her fingers found the nape of the brunette's neck and tipped her head into position. One hand cradled Rachal's head firmly while the other found her wet sex. There was no subtlety as she frantically began to rub her clit. Glancing down, the girl already had her mouth open and the sexy sight took her over the edge.

"Oh God... you little bitch... here it comes—"

Her sharp, shallow, breaths turned into an almost silent scream as her body stiffened. Holding herself up so she could direct the uncontrollable squirts straight at her target. "You hot little whore... oh fuck... that's it... swallow it all."

***

Jeremy's fingers dropped to Francesca's wrist as if he was going to pull her hand away. But instead, he just held it there while his brain struggled with the contrasting necessity to remain faithful and his growing need for relief.

Francesca's fingers found his zipper and started to tug it down. "Let me see just how big you are, baby."

"Look—" he warned again, but that was the only word he could come up with. His hand stayed on her wrist but made no move to stop her. 

"Look at what, Jeremy?" she taunted, sliding her hand inside his trousers.

His body jerked. "You shouldn't—" 

"Oh, I think I should," she said, dragging his penis out. The tip was glistening with pre-cum. "So big," she exaggerated. 

Her gaze stayed on his face as his eyes glazed in the semi darkness of the booth. When she began to rub the clear, slippery liquid along the head of his cock with just her thumb, he slumped back in his seat and groaned. "Oh, fuck—" 

"If you insist," she grinned, slowly beginning to jerk him. His erection was rock hard in her hand. She could see the internal conflict in his eyes but there could only be one winner. From the way his cock was throbbing, he was already close to blowing! 

"Please, we can't—" he pleaded, at last letting go of her wrist and dropping his hand to his side.

"You'd really like me to stop, Jeremy?" she wickedly asked, stroking him faster. "Or would you like to cum?"

He groaned and raised his hips a little. She had him. Brushing her dark locks on top of her head with her left hand, she kept him steady in her right and dropped her mouth over his hardness. 

The poor bastard exploded into her mouth as soon as her lips covered his rigid flesh. Her tongue swirled, coaxing every drop from his balls and dutifully swallowing it all.

"Fuck, you taste good," she murmured, licking her lips. Straightening up, she fed him back into his trousers again and grabbed his hand, pulling them both to their feet. "Come on, Jeremy. My room is close by..."

***

It wasn't just the fact that Mimi had dragged her dress and bra off. It was the large strap on dildo that she'd just watched the redhead fasten around her hips. It flapped lewdly in front of her as the older woman rubbed oil up and down the shaft with her hand. Rachal's beating heart felt like it would explode.

Moving towards the bed, the woman leaned forward to sensuously run her tongue along the girl's face. It was still wet with her juices. 

"Mmm, don't I taste good," she murmured, hooking her fingers into the girl's wet thong and roughly dragging it down her thighs. Sinking to her knees on the lush carpet, she pulled the brunette into position, her long legs spilling over the edge of the bed. 

"You deserve a reward for making Mimi squirt so much," she breathed, running her thumb across the brunette's wet folds. "Did I taste good?"

"Yes." The girl's voice was low and coy. Reluctance had been replaced by that powerful need that only the headiness of intense arousal could create.

Mimi sensuously ran her soft tongue along the girl's inner thigh. When her curvy body began to tremble in anticipation, the older woman smiled approvingly. "I see you can hardly wait," she teased.

Leaning forward between the wonderfully spread thighs, she luxuriously ran her tongue across the girl's juice covered labial lips. Usually these sessions with a woman were all about her own pleasuring, but for some reason she wanted and needed the brunette's orgasm on her lips. She didn't have long to wait. 

Rachal's hands found her red curls as she dug her tongue deeper and the hot little bitch screamed out as she couldn't hold back.

"So quick?" Mimi asked, growling in satisfaction as she lapped at the tasty orgasmic juices. She was like a cat slurping from its bowl of milk. "You are such a sexy bitch," she snarled, pushing herself up to her knees. "Ever been fucked by one of these before?"

The brunette's dark brown eyes looked at the hard cock with a mixture of apprehension and longing. 

"I promise you," the redhead sexily murmured, reaching for the girl's hair again and pulled her mouth towards the phallus. "You'll never forget the first time Mimi fucks you. Let's make sure it's nice and wet, should we..."

***

Francesca stroked the back of Jeremy's neck, savouring the feeling of the dark-haired man thrusting down into her slender body. His intoxicated state hadn't affected his performance. The two hours she'd been given with him by Lana would be up soon and this final part of the evening was her reward. 

Her hands closed behind his neck and she wrapped her feet around his heavily sweating back. "That's it baby, that's it. Fuck me, Jeremy. This is much better than with your girlfriend, isn't it?"

It was the third time she'd teased him with the question and as on the previous two occasions he didn't answer in words but fucked her faster and harder. 

Men were so easy to control, she giggled to herself. 

"That's it, baby," she moaned, locking her ankles together. "But don't dare cum yet." Not until she'd had her own satisfaction.

"I'm close," he gasped.

Francesca grimaced. That was the problem with a man. She'd have no such issues with Rachal when the two of them eventually got together. 

***

"Come on, bitch. Suck it."

Raw excitement coursed through Rachal's veins. Holding the base of Mimi's phallus, she eagerly took it inside her mouth just like she would with a real cock. It didn't feel, react or taste the same, yet somehow the heady experience of giving a blow job to a woman felt much sexier than with a man.

"That's a good girl. Just like that," the older woman encouraged, gripping the dark hair and guiding her movements. But she didn't need to. Her whore-for-the-evening was fully into this. And she was very good.

Mimi watched her captive's pink lips devour the cock, swallowing it deep into the back of her throat and then easing back so that she could lick around the big, purple crown. She sucked hard and long, every so often easing back and provocatively licking her lips and swallowing back the saliva forming in her mouth. 

The redhead purred in satisfaction. "Oh, yes, babygirl... suck my cock... just like that..."

Bucking her hips forward, she shoved the cock deeper into Rachal's throat. The girl gagged as she roughly began to fuck her mouth, but quickly adjusted. Not that Mimi cared—the rougher the better. When she pumped her hips harder, the brunette had to corkscrew one hand around the hard phallus to keep it in place and clutch the older woman's ass with her other.

"You're the best little cocksucker I've ever had," she rasped, eventually yanking the girl's eager mouth away and pulling her around to face the headboard. "Turn around and I'll give you I'm the best damn fuck you've ever had."

***

"Let me on top, Jeremy," Francesca told him, blowing a strand of dark hair from across her left eye as she began to slip out from under his sweat-coated body before he realised what was happening. Her dangling belly piercing caught the light as she crawled from under him and across his hard body. 

Clutching her apple sized breasts; she settled herself and took his thick cock in her hand. But just before she sank down on him, the image of Mimi making Rachal go down on her came into her mind. Yes, that was a better idea! 

Reacting to her instinct, she changed direction, her silky wetness making a damp upward trail across his stomach and chest. 

"Make it good, baby," she grunted as her lithe thighs settled either side of his face and clamped them around his head. Obediently, he stretched his neck upwards and ran his tongue across her clean-shaven sex. "Yesss..."

She ground her clit down onto his lips, just like Mimi would have done to his girlfriend tonight. There was some sort of symmetry in that, she chuckled. Her muscles flexed as she rode his face, just as Mimi's would have done. Leaning backwards, she rested both palms behind her on the bed and began to grind.

Lana had promised her that she'd be given the brunette to use before long and, fuck, that thought brought her orgasm sprinting through her body.

She rode it out until the powerful sensations began to simmer and then moving quickly, she slid back down his body, pressing her warm breasts into his sweaty chest on the way. It was time to finish him off.

"Come on, Jeremy," she whispered, lining him up and then jerking down on his hardness. "I want you to think of me the next time you're fucking your girlfriend."

It took only three powerful downward thrusts and he was splashing her insides with his seed.

***

Mimi dropped her hand between her the girl's legs, rubbing her sensitive clit beneath her fingers as she began to pump harder. She'd been fucking the girl doggy style for a good ten minutes now and showed no sign of letting up.

How could she when the little bitch's tanned buttocks made a perfect heart shape on the end of her plastic cock? The sight of that delectable ass willingly pumping back against made her growl in triumph. She'd been tentative and hesitant when she'd entered the suite but now she was a bitch in heat. Her bitch.

The thought of being her prostitute, her whore, had only driven her on. Mimi was sure of that. The little slut had given herself willingly and her lustful need to be dominated had overridden every other consideration.

Sliding her spare hand up underneath the girl's body, she cupped one bouncing breast. God, they were magnificent. And her nipple was as hard as a rock in the centre of her palm. She squeezed and kneaded, drawing another whimper from her prey. Her hands dropped back to the brunette's curvy hips. 

Time to give all she had. 

"Harder, whore?" she rasped, punching her hips forwards. "Want it harder?"

Rachal groaned as she tried to steady herself against the renewed onslaught. No man had ever fucked her as relentlessly as this. She looked at Mimi over her shoulder, her deep brown eyes exploding with lust as she steadied herself and then increased the pace of her backward pumps.

Mimi grunted like an animal. "Oh, my hot little bitch wants to play?"

She dug her fingernails into the girl's thighs, not caring if she drew blood. The headboard bounced hard against the wall with each thrust and the sound drove her on. Wrapping some of her dark, wavy hair in her hand, Mimi yanked the younger woman's head up even further, a confirmation of who was in control. 

Holding it suspended in the air, Rachal's eyes rolled in her head as she grunted. Mimi knew that sound. The hot little whore wasn't on the edge. She was way beyond it. With a grunt, she used her knees to roughly spread the brunette's legs even wider and jammed herself back into her. 

Flexing her buttocks, she pumped fast and hard like a piston... 

"GAH!!!!!" Rachal's shriek was torn violently from her throat. 

Her body bowed like a marionette being yanked to the ceiling her as her orgasm ripped through her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. It wasn't enough for the redhead. Mimi kept going, fucking her more furiously until her hot little whore came violently for a second time. 

The next time she'd pay whatever it took for a full night together with Lana's sexy new bitch.



Mistress Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Rachal passes her test 

Rachal lay back on the bed, grunting incoherently as Lana thrust the thick phallus inside her and then withdrew. "Oh fuck," she gasped yet again, pushing her hips up to meet the wonderful intruder and throwing her head back onto the pillow.

Her session with Mimi had been an experience to remember—the redhead had been so incredibly rough with her strap-on—but Lana was something else altogether. 

Just the sight of the blonde skinhead instantly sent shivers of desire through her. That sexy naked body with the tattoo of a dragon that curled from just under her deliciously plump breasts, around her stomach, and stopped just above her perfectly smooth pussy, never failed to get her heart beating faster. 

Last night, the butch woman had unexpectedly let herself into Rachal's bedroom, waking the brunette to let her watch while she removed her dress to reveal her nakedness underneath. Naked, that was, except for the black strap on dildo...

Rachal's sleepy excitement levels had soared into the stratosphere.

Her hands curled around Lana's thrusting hips. Jeremy had never fucked her like this before, no man had. He'd been very quiet with her the morning after her session with Mimi, but if he suspected anything he hadn't confronted her. He'd be arriving back in England about now, but Lana had insisted she found an excuse to stay at the hotel until she had concluded her 'initial' training, the skinhead had said. 

It hadn't been easy, but of course she'd done exactly what her Mistress had asked without question. Jeremy had been pissed-off, but so what? And her work was accommodating with her when she told them she'd picked up something infectious.

Just keep us advised and return as soon as you're well enough, they'd said.

Another piston like bursts brought her thoughts back to the present and her clawing fingers grabbed at the white bedsheets either side of her. "Oh fuck..." 

"Exactly," the skinhead huskily panted, bending forward and sliding her long tongue inside Rachal's mouth. It flicked around the brunette's teeth, gums and even threatened to slide down into her throat.

Mimi was all roughness and while Rachal had had no idea that could be such a turn on, Lana was a marvellously inventive lover. The butch woman was never still, constantly changing position and the pace of her lovemaking.

One moment she would lean forward to run her incredibly long tongue along Rachal's throat, lips and neck and the next she was sitting up on her knees—her breasts and that tattoo dancing erotically in front of her glazed eyes. 

One moment she'd grab Rachal's hair like Mimi had done, fucking her hard and fast, and the next she was kissing her softly, undulating in gentle circular motions that sent electrical-like impulses all the way from the brunette's needy pussy to her clouded brain. 

And when she leant backwards, bending like a contortionist and grabbing Rachal's ankles so that the girl had a clear view of their union, it was impossible for the brunette not to scream out another orgasm. Then Lana would cum—the vibrating dong inserted into her own sex resulted echoing every sensation Rach was feeling.

Each shift in position brought a different angle and with it a different friction. Lana had told her she had much to learn and this was like a masterclass.

She had no idea how many climaxes her Mistress had given her since sneaking into her bedroom, but her whimpers confirmed that another wasn't too far away. 

"I'm very pleased with you," Lana huskily panted down at her, slowing the pace as she recognised the signs. "Such an obedient little slut, aren't you?"

Rachal murmured an approving reply. Her excitement at being complemented was enhanced by the slutty names Lana called her. Reaching up, she cupped the skinhead's gently swaying breasts and palmed her nipples in the way she'd learned that the skinhead adored.

"Mmm, good girl," the butch woman purred, rewarding her pet with another long kiss. But just as the moment felt all tender again, Lana took her breath away by putting in another series of piston like pumps. 

"Ngh..."

The skinhead snarled at her. "Tell me, my pet, was Mimi better than me?"

Rachal shook her head as she stared up into those dominating eyes. This butch woman was simply the hottest sexual creature she'd ever experienced, man or woman. "No," she said, her heart pumping so fast that she had to breathe deeply between each word. "I loved the way Mimi treated me—"

"Like her paid-for whore..." 

The words found their way to Rachal's core. 

Yes, that was exactly how the redhead had used her. Like her whore, her slut. 

But even that intense session couldn't compare to her Mistress. "Yes," she eventually acknowledged. "But you fulfil every need I've ever had and just when I feel satisfied, you take me even higher. I've never felt so alive."

"Such a good little bitch," Lana imperiously told her, as if the compliment was her right. "Like this?"

Sitting up further on one knee, she began to pump fast and hard again. 

"Oh fuck... shit..." 

The feelings were becoming just too much again and once the orgasm began Rachal knew it wouldn't stop. When Lana's long tongue assaulted her skin, she twisted her head to the side on the pillow, exposing more of her neck to her Mistress. 

"That's it, babygirl," the butch skinhead sexily whispered, rotating her hips in circles again. "Why don't you show me what you want?"

Rachal reacted to the challenge by thrusting her whole body upwards, hard and almost out of control. She was so aroused she could scream. 

But she was no match for her provocative lover. With a sneer of triumph, Lana placed her hands over the girl's magnificent breasts—possessing them—and then firing out yet another series of machine-gun like thrusts. 

"Oh Shit.... Oh Fuckkkkk..." 

Rachal wrapped her legs around her lover's back as she tried to hold on. Her body ached and screamed as she flexed and thrust it upwards, only her shoulders and the soles of her feet on the bed. This butch woman was too much, driving her into a state of sexual bliss she never wanted to end. 

But just as another inevitable orgasm threatened to sweep across her body, Lana teasingly eased off again, leaving her panting and wanting more. She pushed her hips upwards, her entire body trembling with arousal, trying to reach her nirvana, but Lana was having none of it. 

"I have another task for you later today," she whispered to her, dipping her head and curling her long tongue around the girl's erect right nipple. She captured the bud like a lasso, pulling it taut and hard and making her sexy little pet whimper like the bitch she was. "It's another woman who wants sex with you. You're quite in demand, my pet. News of what a hot little whore you are is spreading quickly."

Rachal's eyes rolled into the back of her head. The words inflamed her senses. She hadn't challenged Lana about being paid for sex and yet the skinhead was talking about the subject as if it had been discussed and agree between them. 

"You like the idea, don't you?" Lana continued, slowing into measured movements so that only the very tip of the phallus was running along Rachal's labia. Another whimper of arousal escaped the brunette's throat and she raised her hips for better contact. Lana grinned. "You like being a paid-for whore?"

Rachal tried to speak but her chest had tightened and her breath was coming in irregular spurts. She closed her eyes in an attempt to shut out the lewd thoughts.

"But more of that later," she heard the throaty growl in her ear. "For now, my precious young slut... you need one more cum for your Mistress. C'mon, my sweet little bitch, then I'll let you go down on me. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

Rachal's lust fuelled eyes opened to engulf the eroticism of Lana's bouncing breasts just as the skinhead began to thrust harder again. Their wet, sweaty skin slapped where it touched, noisily and sensually. The room was suddenly full of the smacking flesh. Pumping back, the brunette dropped her hands to Lana's hips, pushing her away and then helping the blonde skinhead to drive back down again. 

The throaty sounds escaping her mouth were unintelligible. 

Lana snarled in satisfaction at the girl's final capitulation and eased into a squat position as she gave her little bitch another volley of machine-gun like thrusts. When the full force of the orgasm unleashed itself, the brunette began to wail like a banshee...

***

Lana nodded approvingly as Rachal smoothed the dress in place. She'd chosen it personally for her pet to wear during her liaison tonight. 

Despite spending half of the night and most of the morning in bed together, she was still aroused. It was such a shame that her newest conquest needed to fly back to England tomorrow, but that would be a temporary hiatus. She'd be in daily contact with her little bitch and had already made plans to visit her. All that the girl needed was a little time, and some additional persuasion, and she'd become a permanent member of Lana's enclave of pets. 

Whether that was in England, or here, the butch skinhead had yet to decide.

The one thing that Rachal had no idea of—yet—was that all three rooms on the top floor had cameras installed and that every encounter was secretly filmed. The cameras served more than simply a voyeuristic purpose, of course. Should one of her pets ever become reluctant, or one of her clients ever became difficult, she had all the evidence she needed to convince them to comply with her wishes.

"You're looking forward to seeing Mrs. Mandeville tonight?" she asked.

Racahl's head jerked up. Mrs. Mandeville? It had never occurred to her that any of her... clients... could be married. It seemed that Lana read her quizzical look.

"Oh, yes, it's the married ladies we need to satisfy the most," she smiled, walking behind the brunette and cupping her breasts through the dress. "This one is very rich. She'll pretend to be reluctant of course, that's part of the game, but as this is your last task before I temporarily allow you to return to England, I expect it to be your finest performance. I hope I make myself clear?"

"Of course," Rachal moaned. Her tits felt so full and warm in those wonderful hands. When the butch skinhead flicked her thumbs over each hard nipple already protruding through the material, she couldn't help herself and swung her head around, bringing her open mouth to Lana's for a long, needy kiss. 

It felt good, almost too good, but with a tinge of embarrassment, she pulled away. She knew full well she did nothing without her Mistress's permission. 

"I'm... I'm sorry."

"I'll forgive your forwardness on this occasion," Lana huskily told her. For someone who so innocently sweet at times, this girl could be such a hot little bitch. 

For a few seconds she told herself that Mrs. Mandeville would be waiting, but then she gave in to the urge. Flopping backwards onto the bed, she reached under her skirt and hurriedly yanked her panties down her thighs. Lewdly spreading her legs, she watched the brunette's eyes narrow at the sight of her glistening labia.

"We only just have time," she said, her voice a soft whisper. Reaching for Rachal's hair, she slowly pulled the girl's sexy face to the Promised Land. "You already have your Mistress nice and wet. Time to worship..."

***

Lana had insisted that Rachal shouldn't freshen up. She wanted the orgasmic juices she'd smeared across the girl's face to remain there while she entertained Kay Mandeville. A constant late night reminder of her Mistress, she'd said.

The butch skinhead had told her that her client for the next couple of hours would be awkward, but that she wanted her pet to put into practice what learned so far. It was her final test. Don't even think about it. Just do it.

Room 502 was next to the suite in which she'd entertained Mimi and the difference this time was that she had a keycard to let herself into the room.

Kay Mandeville was waiting for her when she entered, sitting in an armchair towards the far end of the room. Don't speak until you're spoken to, Lana had insisted and so the brunette had stood there waiting for some sort of greeting while the woman stared at her. 

When she did speak, it was a simple but firm "Turn around," instruction. 

The accent was upper class and the words were accompanied by a condescending twirl of the woman's fingers. Rachal's nervousness increased as she felt the piercing blue eyes covering her body. It was as if the woman was physically groping her. 

"Turn back," the voice commanded, nodding approvingly. "The package is acceptable," she patronisingly said, that upper class accent coming through again. "Why don't we see what's underneath?"

Rachal hesitated momentarily and Kay Mandeville impatiently waved an arm. 

"You understand English, I assume? Take off the dress. Slowly."

Rachal fumbled in her nervousness as she reached for the zipper at the back of her dress. This was a client. She was being paid. Her trembling fingers pulled the zip downwards and then dropped the spaghetti shoulder straps to her waist. The woman's barely audible gasp at the sight of her cleavage spilling over the black plunge bra was encouraging. 

Throwing her head back as she looked into the woman's piercing eyes, she shimmied the dress over her shapely hips, revealing the swell of her buttocks that were barely covered by the skimpy, matching thong. One thing she'd learnt was that her body gave her all the control and she was going to use it. This woman wasn't going to intimidate her. Take control, Lana had told her. Make it your finest performance.

"Good," was the only comment Kay Mandeville gave, although the involuntary lick of her lips suggested she was pleased by what she saw. "Well, you know why you're here," she growled, covering up any sign of appreciation. "Let's see you dance."

For a second, she froze and her breath caught in her throat "Dance?"

"Don't keep me waiting," the woman said, running a hand across her mane of light blonde hair. "I like to see my girl's dance. Do it..."

Rachal paused. Did Lana know of this? Was it part of the test, putting her in an uncomfortable situation? Make up a song in your head, she told herself, closing her eyes. She'd be dancing for her Mistress, not this woman. 

The thought worked—at least a little—and her hips began to sway to the imaginary music. Reaching into her hair, she found the tie of her ponytail and released it, tossing the long, dark waves about her shoulders like a girl in a television commercial. Now she knew why Lana had insisted she tie her hair that way. 

Suddenly, it felt easier. 

She turned up the imaginary music in her mind and threw her head back. Her hands rose to her neck, and then slowly began their downward journey, across her cleavage, cupping her breasts through the bra. 

Eyes narrowed, her thoughts stayed on Lana. Before she returned to England, she would dance for her Mistress this way—please her, make her want her. In a brief instant, her nipples were hard. Head back, she ran her tongue across her lips so that she could taste her Mistress's tangy juices from their earlier lovemaking. The aroma had been in her nostrils since she'd departed to meet Mrs. Mandeville and now she savoured it on her lips. 

She growled softly. That was much better...

Swaying her hips more sensually to the beat inside her head, she widened her stance and bent forward at the waist, swinging her hips left and then right. Her hands ran down to her inner thighs, caressing them before locking behind her back, allowing the woman to see her full, swaying body in all its glory.

Kay Mandeville reacted instantly, emitting a soft, throaty growl and then opening her legs a little on the chair. 

Letting the heat escape, Rachal giggled to herself. It gave her more confidence. Lana had told her to wrest control from the woman and that's exactly what she was doing. She sexily planted one leg in front of the other and confidently sashayed towards the chair. It was her body that gave her the power and a few steps away she swung around suddenly, presenting her thong-clad ass to the woman.

Glancing over her shoulder, she flicked her tongue across her wet lips and met those piercing eyes once more. The growing lust in them gave her an additional boost of adrenalin. Swinging her hips tantalisingly slowly, she allowed the woman's gaze to feast on her ass. Want it, her body was silently asking. Want this body—want this ass? 

Another surge of heat passed across her body and she decided to take the action up another level. This might be pushing the boundaries to the limit but why not? With Lana's encouragement, she could do anything. Backing up between the woman's legs, she lowered her near-naked body into her lap. 

Let's see what reaction that brought...

Bending forward, she grinded down against the woman. For a few seconds, Kay Mandeville didn't respond, other than the heavy gasp and the way her body tensed. Then all of a sudden her hands went to Rachal's hips, trying to regain control and push the undulating brunette away from her.

Rachal didn't give the married woman time to think. Grabbing the woman's hands, she dragged them from her hips to her tits, mashing them into her bra covered flesh while she ground down harder into her lap.

Another gasp, another groan—Kay Mandeville was feeling the heat now as much as she was.

Without warning, she reached behind and unhooked her bra, her nipples hardening further when the air hit them. Fuck, she suddenly felt on fire! Who needed music? The sound of both sets of heavy breathing was encouragement enough. She arched her back, digging her shoulder blades into the woman's ample chest while making quick little rotations with her hips. 

Kay Mandeville groaned again and her hands returned to Rachal's breasts again, this time of their own volition. Rachal allowed her to mash them, feeling the panting woman's hot breath on her neck as she squeezed her erect nipples. Smiling wickedly over her shoulder, she closed the gap between their mouths as if for a kiss but then swung away at the last moment as the on-edge woman responded.

Rising to her feet, she bent forward, hooking her thumbs into her thong and looking back at her through her open thighs as she dragged it down her long legs. Slowly swinging her naked ass from one side to the other, she allowed the older woman a view of the treasure that would soon be hers.

Swinging back, she bent low enough to allow her to toss her long, dark locks between the woman's legs. Her hands slowly pushed Kay Mandeville's skirt up her thighs, revealing a sliver of tanned skin above her nude coloured stockings. 

"Sexy..." she huskily breathed, staring up into the woman's transfixed gaze and provocatively biting down on her bottom lip.

Placing a hand on each knee she pushed herself upwards, scraping her naked breasts up and along the woman's body until they were opposite her face. Kay Mandeville gave a sharp intake of breath as Rachal teased her nipples feather light across her panting client's lips. They opened immediately, suckling one and then the other.

Rachal smiled as she slid off the woman again. Who was in control now?

"Want them, Mrs. Mandeville?" she huskily asked, crooking an arm around the woman's neck, pulling her head closer. Her other hand went between her client's legs, rubbing her fingers along the damp thong clad pussy.

The woman whimpered.

"Want me?" she huskily breathed, pulling her hand away and sucking one of her fingers into her mouth. "Mmm, oh yes, I can see you do..."

***

Kay Mandeville allowed the sexy girl to pull her out of the chair. Her legs were unsteady as she stood, captivated by the moment. Her moist sex grew damper. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. She always maintained control.




Mistress Ch. 05



But there was something about this girl that couldn't be resisted. She obediently followed towards the bedroom, standing back as Rachal let go of her hand and provocatively leant against the doorframe, one arm on her hip and one leg cocked. 

The pose was blatantly laughable, but Kay Mandeville didn't laugh. The obvious sluttiness of the pose made her breath catch. Her world was a sophisticated one, one in which she controlled others. It was the same with these occasions. She paid Lana for the girls and they did things the way she wanted!!

But...

The hot bitch had one finger in her mouth, Lolita-like and her other hand had dropped between her open thighs, slowly rubbing herself as their gazes locked.

She started to speak, but no words would come out. The girl had removed her finger from her mouth and was crooking it. Hypnotised, she stepped forward, following as the naked young woman backed slowly into the bedroom...

Inside, the girl circled her, all too easily removing the diamond earring from each ear as she stood behind her. Another lick oh heat fed through her. When she heard the sound of the zip on her dress being lowered, her body stiffened. Control, she told herself, control—but one of the brunette's hands was pushing up her bra cup and cupping her heavy breast while the other slid down her stomach.

Inside, the girl circled her, all too easily removing the diamond earring from each ear as she stood behind her. Another lick oh heat fed through her. When she heard the sound of the zip on her dress being lowered, her body stiffened. Control, she told herself, control—but when one of the brunette's hands was pushing up her bra cup and cupped her heavy breast she whimpered like a tiny animal.

The girl stepped even close to her, her other hand sliding smoothly over the cleft of her firm, round buttocks and then around and inside her panties. "Spread your legs a little more," she was whispering huskily in her ear. "That's it, like that."

The girl's spare hand was caressing her smooth pubis and her fingertips were sweeping attentively over her clitoral hood with an insistent rhythm. Oh God, her labia was opening like a flower and her tiny clitoris slithering from its hood beneath the stroking fingers. It was amazing how subtle and skilful she was for a young woman.

Unable to stop herself, she began to whimper again, the noises running into each other as the darling girl gently tortured her tiny, exposed clit. Her curvy hips began to move involuntarily, gyrating in slow rhythm against the manipulating fingertips. She knew that she was under the girl's spell now and while part of her wanted the fingers to stop so she could regain control, the rest of her wanted to just stand there on pleasure-weakened legs all night whilst her young lover continued to pleasure her.

The fingers on her breast were addressing her nipple now, tweaking, twisting and flicking, causing them to instantly lengthen still further. And then a finger—two fingers—were sliding inside her.

"Oh fuck..." 

Her body fell back against the girl, the brunette's curvy torso being the only barrier that prevented her crumbling body from sinking to its knees. How could she be enjoying capitulating this way? 

The pistoning fingers were gradually thrusting faster and faster into her soft, hot cunt, accelerating relentlessly as her excitement began to spiral out of control. Her whimpers of pleasure grew even louder at the incredible sensation and the girl's lips were on the back of her neck, enhancing the feeling as her tongue drawing lazy circles on her skin.

It became all too much...

"Oh God, please," she gasped imploringly, her curvy hips bucking wildly. "Like that, deeper... yes, just there... oh, yes... gonna cum... oh yessssssssssss!"

***

The captivating brunette had her on the bed now, flat on her back and moaning like a bitch on heat. She'd already orgasmed three times so far and another was boiling. Those fingers, those wonderfully talented fingers...

The girl talked to her continuously, dirty words that no young woman should know. God, she was going to get off again on those words alone.

She had never allowed any of the girls' to kiss her and yet her tormentor's lips were on hers she was responding with a frantic abandon. The tantalisingly wet tongue was pleasuring her lips, mouth, chin, neck, chest, breasts—never still as the girl built up the sexy pressure that found its way to her sex.

"We both know what you want," she was teasing her, those slippery fingers caressing her clit. "Tell me..."

Kay Mandeville groaned again. She'd twice prevented the girl from going down on her—no-one had ever done that—but the need was becoming irresistible.

"Tell me," the girl was whispering again, adjusting her position so that she lay between her legs. "Show me. Ask me..."

How could she resist? She was like a string-puppet in this girl's hands. Her hands went to the brunette's head and applied downward pressure. "Please," she gasped, raising her trembling hips. "Please..."

"You want my tongue?" the girl murmured, those sexy eyes staring upwards into hers as she kissed her way downwards. 

Kay let out a long mewing sound. The little bitch was holding her stockinged legs apart and dripping her head to her sensitive clitoris. She raised her head from the large bed to watch but as soon as the tongue licked across her wet labia it flopped back on the soft, white pillow again.

Each lap of the wanton tongue brought another squeal. The girl's hands had reached upwards and closed firmly over her heavy breasts, rolling her jutting nipples between her fingers and thumbs. Her mews turned louder and her hands reached out for the girl's hair. They never made it. 

Instead, they grasped the crumpled white sheets and held on for dear life. None of Lana's girls had made her feel like this, not even that young Francesca woman.

Please, please, she implored silently, her gasps shivery with pleasure. If the girl's skilled tongue teased her swollen, exposed clitoris for just a few more seconds she knew she would explode, just explode. But then she was jamming her sweet tongue inside her until her entire being was shivering with pleasure and her soft, breathless gasps were overlaid with the gentle sucking sounds of tongue on cunt.

Her quivering lips opened to scream the words, yet they came out soundlessly. Please, please, please. Please, please, please.... 

It seemed the wonderful young woman sensed her need. With a grunt, she suddenly swept her wet tongue in a long, slow arch from her clit to her ass and then back again. Her body jerked in shock... she just couldn't allow that—

Then the little bitch's finger was rimming her anus as her mouth swept over her smooth mound again. Her upper class voice went up a couple of notches. 

"No, please, no..." This was depravity— 

But when the incredible young woman pushed her finger inside, knuckle deep, she was swept away in a tide of lust so intense and powerful that she came with a howl. And when the girl sucked harder on her engorged clit, the howl deepened as if there was a full moon. 

***

"Would you like a drink?"

Rachal shook her head at the pretty air stewardess and managed a tired smile. Edging her head towards the central aisle in the plane, she watched the stewardess sway her hips as she continued on her way and then glance back over her shoulder. Their eyes smiled at one another. Not only was she attractive but the petite woman had an ass to die for.

Settling back in her seat, she reflected on the events of the past few days. The outcome of last night's telephone conversation with Jeremy was that they would cool their relationship and spend some time apart. Lana had told her that would be better and the idea seemed sensible in the circumstances.

"You're ready to progress further," her Mistress had told her and the idea still sent sweet chills of anticipation through her tanned body. Lana would be soon be spending a weekend with her in England and would explain the next steps to her then, she'd said. Her heart palpitated at the thought.

God, they'd fucked with such intensity last night after her session with Kay Mandeville. Maybe that was because Lana had shown her those recordings on the television in her room? Being secretly filmed with her client's had shocked her at first, but the way Lana fucked her while they watched them had her salivating at the mouth. How many orgasms had her Mistress given her during the night? She was sore, tired—and yet amazingly horny still. 

Fingering the collar around her neck, she watched the air stewardess walk up the aisle towards her, eyes glinting with mischief. It was such a shame Lana had banned her from sex until she travelled to England to stay with Rachal. 

She could hardly wait...

End of the first series.