7 comments/ 55200 views/ 16 favorites When Taylor Met Lindsay By: rpwilbur This story follows directly the events chronicled in "Backstage With Taylor Swift, Pt. 5". It can be read as a stand-alone, of course. Events mentioned in this story also refer to a five-part story arc, "Meeting Lindsay Lohan," also written by the author. Again, not reading those stories will not detract from this story, but will add knowledge of the events that transpire herein. As mentioned in the Disclaimer above, this is a work of fiction. While resemblance to persons still living is intended, I in no way wish to imply this actually happened. But if it did, it would be nice!! This is also the author's first attempt at writing a first-person from the female side. Critique is always welcome, but please be gentle. #################### I admit I was shocked. I stood in the Penthouse of the Beverly Wilshire Hotel with my lover and boyfriend. I had been told not to speak, but I couldn't help myself. Oh my God! Oh my God! oh my God!! Finally I couldn't hold it in. "Oh my God, that's Lindsay Lohan," I exclaimed. My man, whom I will refer to as Sweet, looked over at me for an instant, and I quieted. But then something even stranger occurred. Lindsay looked up at him through bloodshot eyes. Seeing him, she scooted off the bed, dropped to her knees and kissed his booted feet!! As if that wasn't enough, she spoke. "You've come for me," she said. But what she called him almost floored me. "Thank you, Master!" OK, time to get my bearings. Start with the basics. My name is Taylor Swift. I'm a Country singer, My records have been on the radio for a little over a year. Pretty successfully on the radio, too, based on my recording of "Our Song" being Number 1 for six weeks,and my song "Teardrops on My Guitar" breaking into the Pop Top 10. I'm here in LA after an emergency flight from Dallas with Sweet, the man Lindsay called "Master" (he's not MY Master, I'll tell you that!). OK, flashback time. Maybe that will help me get my bearings. I met Sweet shortly after my 18th birthday. I did a concert in his hometown back east. It was supposed to be a special night for me. I was going to be inducted into the Country Musicians' Orgy group, the CMO. When I was told about the CMO, I had been given some basic directions. Post-concert, I was to play with myself to prepare for the Orgy. Then someone would come to me and that person and I would have a one-on-one sexual encounter before the orgy started. I was very nervous. For one thing, I was still a virgin before that CMO. One drawback to being a singing sensation is the constant workload. Concerts, recording sessions, practice. Man, that left no time for boyfriends. So when Sweet walked into my dressing room while I was frigging myself, I thought he was the opening act. He had wandered in innocently enough, he later told me. He had won a local radio contest and that included a backstage pass. So he entered my dressing room. I'm half-naked, hot, horny, and he's not that bad looking. What the hell, I thought, he's the opening act. So we made love. He took my cherry, in a coupling both sensuous and startling in its intensity. More startling was when my dressing room door opened and the real members of the CMO entered, led by my friend Carrie Underwood. Carrie was the opening act. Well, I got Sweet to stay for the orgy. Afterward, I thanked him for taking me first. I never thought I'd see him again, but he stayed in my thoughts. Two months later (last week my time), I learned of the next CMO. I was to be the opening act, with Bucky Covington. Remember when I mentioned that hectic schedule? I had not had sex since that first orgy. I was in a panic. Then I thought of Sweet. I had my publicist find out where he lived, and last Monday I popped up at his door. I didn't know what to do with Bucky. Well he had some great ideas. We practiced (that was fun!), then we went to a strip club so I could learn how to strip. I bought the outfit I am wearing now, and had some more fun. Yesterday he and I flew to Dallas, where the CMO would be. That was a day. We joined the Mile-High Club, learned about orgasm control, found out my best bud Kellie Pickler was also in the CMO, enjoyed the orgy, then partied the last of the night away with Sweet, Kel and Carrie, who was also in Dallas. Today the four of us kept the party going. At least, it was going until Sweet got that call from the woman I now know was Lindsay Lohan. We dressed (both of us in black, our clothes covered by similar trench coats), hopped on the first westbound flight and somehow got into the penthouse at the Beverly Wilshire. The man I had said "I love you" to has been full of surprises since we hit LA. While we rode the elevator up, he produced this awesomely-huge paddle. First thing he did when we entered this room was to beat the hell out of Lindsay's butt. Damn, it's really red right now. But she's not crying, she's just kneeling there in front of him. "Rise, little one," Sweet said. "How much have you slept today?" "Just off and on since I called you," Lindsay said. "That isn't the girl I remember you with last time, is it?" Oh my GOD!! He just slapped her face!! "How dare you speak about subjects I have not brought up first," he spat angrily at her. "I'm sorry, Master," Lindsay said contritely. "I just miss my sister emmy. I hoped she would be with you." "Well, you are right, little one. This is my friend Taylor. YOU will refer to her as Mistress. And you will speak as I taught you" HOLY SHIT!! This is getting even more intense! Me, a Mistress? "Girl doth greet thee, Mistress Taylor," Lindsay said. She looked up at me for a second. The welt from his hand showed prominently on her right cheek. "Do you have any upcoming movie shoots, girl?" Sweet asked. "No, Master," she said. "Girl's wild ways hath lost her any movie deals for the foreseeable future." "Do you like the woman I brought with me, girl?" "Master, girl thinks Mistress Taylor is very pretty. Girl thinks she recognizes her from somewhere, but cannot remember where." Sweet looked at me, then whispered, "Go ahead, kiss her. Gently, though." I stepped up and gently took Lindsay Lohan's face in my gloved hands. I bent down and gently kissed this woman I had been watching on TV and movies since I was 10. She kissed me back, a kiss full of needs and desire. But let me tell you, her breath smelled of alcohol, and it was a bad smell at that. I broke the kiss and stepped back. "Thank you for the kiss, Mistress Taylor," Lindsay said. Sweet then produced a set of handcuffs and a blindfold from the recesses of his travel bag. He shackled Lindsay to the bed, then told her "You will sleep, little one. This blindfold will help keep the afternoon light from your eyes. Mistress and I will be going out for a bit, but we will return when you have slept off most of the alcohol in your system." "Thank you, Master," Lindsay said. "Girl will be here." I giggled. Handcuffed like that, she wasn't leaving. Sweet and I retreated from the bedroom into the main room, closing the door behind us. As soon as we were alone, I turned to Sweet. "What was THAT all about?" I asked. I certainly didn't want anything like that being done to me, that's for sure. "Sssshhhh, Tee," he said. "Let her sleep. We'll talk in the car." We left the hotel and got in the car he'd rented at the airport. As we drove to the local Home Depot hardware store, he filled me in on his past with Lindsay Lohan. "I met her in New York on her 18th birthday," he said. "I was with a girl then, and we were in a Master-slave relationship. Lindsay had been dumped by her then-boyfriend, and my girl and I took her in. We made love to her, and taught her how to be a submissive. "Lindsay joined my girl and me for a few weeks, learning her role well. But she has not called me for several years, and I had promised not to call her. I've watched her life spiral out of control, powerless by my word not to help her. Now, with your help, I hope to straighten her out and set her back on a good path." "What happened with that other girl you mentioned?" I asked. He was silent for a couple of blocks. When he spoke, I could barely hear him, and I knew speaking was hard. "She died," he said. "In my arms. She was so young, so vibrant. But she had a genetic disease, and it took her three years ago." My heart broke hearing the pain he still felt, a pain that came out in his voice. We had stopped at a red light by the time he finished speaking. I leaned over and kissed him, giving him with that kiss all the love I felt for him. And I did love him. He had made me feel special. He had not done anything I had not wanted him to do. He had loved me fully and unconditionally, asking nothing of me. Now, I decided, I would do anything he asked. When we reached the Depot, he made several weird purchases. He bought two 2"x8' boards, some smaller 2"x2' boards, some Velcro, a long-lasting glue, a staple gun, some nuts and bolts, nails, and a drill. He added a hammer and screwdriver set at the last minute. "What is all that for," I asked. It made no sense to me what he was buying. "I'm planning to make an X-brace to put Lindsay on," he replied. "An X-brace?" "Yes, my darling Taylor. I plan to tie Lindsay to the brace and beat the alcoholism and drugs out of her." "What is my role in this," I asked. "I couldn't do that to someone. And you'd better not THINK about doing that to me!!" "No, my love," he responded. "You and I are not a BDSM couple. I would never EVER do anything to hurt you. But Lindsay is different. She chose, years ago, to be my submissive. She signed a contract that allows me to do anything I see fit to her, provided I leave no visible marks, nor marks that might be seen if she's doing a movie." "I'm still a little lost," I said. I mean, think about it. Two months ago, I was a virgin. Last week, I'd only had one night of sex. I do admit that last Monday, I played a little fantasy with whatever he name was, that stripper. But the only time I'd ever read about Master-slave relationships was when I studied the Middle Ages, and it was a decidedly non-sexual study. I know nothing about it in the 21st Century. I explained all this to Sweet. "Ask me anything," he replied confidently. "Why am I 'Mistress Taylor' to Lindsay Lohan?" I asked. "She needs to know she is the inferior here. You are above her. You can then tell her what to do as we detox her. "Here's my full plan," Sweet explained. "I'm going to be hard as hell on her. She might even grow to hate me as we clean her up. You, my love, are going to be her friend, protector and yes, her lover." "Lindsay Lohan is bisexual?" I said with a start. "It wasn't just that kiss?" He laughed. "Don't you remember. When I met her, I was with my then-slave. We BOTH made love to her. Now, my darling, I need you to be Good Mistress to my Bad Master. Can you do it?" "You'll help me?" "Yes, my darling. I will." "Then yes," I agreed. "Provided I can tell everything to Carrie and Kel." He agreed, and our plan was set in motion. ######################## It looked pretty funny, having the bellhop drag all that lumber and other building materials up to the Penthouse. Sweet built the X-brace while Lindsay slept. My assignment was to keep Lindsay company. About 10 that Sunday evening, Lindsay Lohan awoke. She struggled a minute against the handcuffs, then called out, "Who's there?" She could feel my body on the bed. "It's Mistress Taylor," I said. That name sounded funny coming from my lips, but he told me I should call myself that around her. "Mistress," Lindsay said, her voice suddenly meek. "Please let this girl see your beauty again. In my earlier haze, I'm not sure I saw you right." I pulled off the blindfold. The only light in the room came from a lamp behind Lindsay. My entire face was lit up. Lindsay smiled. "I was right earlier, Mistress. You are beautiful. Please, Mistress, remove your coat so that I can see all of your body." I stood and took off my trench coat. Her eyes lit up. "Please, Mistress Taylor, honor this girl with another kiss. I can barely remember the first one." I returned to the bed, leaned over her, and kissed Lindsay Lohan again. This time, she kissed me back. More importantly, she no longer tasted of bad alcohol. Our lips parted, and our tongues met. One of my hands went to her waist, while the other caressed her cheek. I admit the kiss turned me on. This woman was one of my idols growing up, and now I'm kissing her! And she was kissing me back. Kissing me and more. Although still handcuffed, meaning she couldn't hold me in her arms, Lindsay wrapped her legs around me, grinding her cunt into mine. Oh! My!! GOD!!! Lindsay Lohan wants me!!!!!!!! I broke our kiss and looked down on the 21-year-old under me. "Are you sure you want to go on?" I asked. "Yes, Mistress," came the meek reply. "Girl wants ... no, girl needs your love. And girl wants to love you." I'd never heard anyone speak in third person before except as a joke. Having Lindsay speak to me in third person, though, turned me on. I stood and removed my black dress. Underneath was the stripper underwear from the night before ... leather half-bra, leather thong, black garter belt holding up black stockings, and elbow-length black leather gloves. Lindsay's eyes lit up. I could tell she approved of my underclothes. Lindsay was still as naked as when we had arrived, and I leaned over her. My mouth gravitated to her breasts, and I tentatively licked at a nipple. Despite the two orgies, and the past night spent in bed with my best buds Kellie Pickler and Carrie Underwood, I was still a neophyte when it came to making love with a woman. As I started, I remembered Sweet's words. "Do to her what you would want done to you." So I bit on Lindsay's right nipple and pulled at it with my teeth. She moaned louder and squirmed under me. I caught her left nipple between two gloved fingers, and with teeth and fingers, pulled both nipples together. Lindsay lifted her ass off the bed in joy. I was experimenting with this woman now. I caught the outer edge of both breasts and shoved them together hard. The nipples moved very close together. With my hands keeping her breasts captured, My teeth and tongue went from one nipple to another, kissing, biting, licking, enjoying the taste of her areolas in my mouth. Finally I released the breasts with my hands, although I kept one nipple captured in my mouth. One hand went behind me, quickly undoing the bra and freeing my own breasts. Lindsay looked at them in awe. They're not as big as hers, but the nipples were already as erect as the nipples I was sucking. My other gloved hand slipped down her shaved mons and settled on her swollen pussy lips. I rubbed them, to the sounds of another joyful moan from Lindsay, then looked at my glove. Yep, the fingers were wet. I didn't want to ruin the gloves, so I swiftly removed them. The next time my hand went to her pussy, it was now a bare hand. I could feel her juices. I could also feel Lindsay's erect clit as she strained for me to rub it. I, however, had other ideas. I took two fingers and shoved them into Lindsay Lohan's pussy. She changed immediately. From a moaning woman, Lindsay became like a beached fish, flopping up and down on my hand, lifting off the bed in her near-orgasmic fervor. I stroked harder into her, biting her nipple even deeper to retain contact. Lindsay just cried out in lust and joy and continued humping my mouth and hand. Then I heard words I myself had spoken, but had never been spoken to me before. Lindsay growled, "I need to cum, Mistress. Please, girl needs to cum. Please PLEASE let girl cum!!" I thought for a second about my orgasm control sessions with Sweet, but decided now was not the time to test Lindsay. I lifted my mouth off her breast (catching a quick glimpse of the teeth marks around her areola), and said, "Cum, Lindsay." Her orgasm was so intense as her inner labia walls squeezed my fingers that it pushed my hand out of her pussy. She cried out in joy and continued cumming, flooding her pussy with juices that slid out of her pussy lips and onto the bed. I was really turned on now. I pulled my thong down my legs and placed myself over Lindsay, dropping my cunny on her mouth. My mouth went to her pussy, and I licked at the juices still seeping from her pussy lips. Lindsay, for her part, lifted her head and bit on my labia, causing me a greater pleasure. Her tongue lapped and lapped at my outer lips. I had an advantage on her, because my hands were free. I spread her lips and licked the inside of her pussy walls, then added my fingers back inside her body. I curled them, and could tell by the way Lindsay almost threw me off her bucking body that I had found her G-Spot. A couple of scrapes with my nails on to her G-Spot, combined with my tongue licking inside her, caused Lindsay to cum again. I figured she couldn't ask to cum because her mouth was glued to my pussy, so I lapped and drank as she gave me her internal juices with no complaints. When she was done feeding me cum juice, I needed to cum. But she just couldn't get her tongue deep enough inside me. So I reached down and spread myself open. This time, when I lowered on to her tongue, the woman under me found the spot I really needed licked. Lindsay lapped and scraped with her teeth. I rewarded her with ... oh God, yes! ... an orgasm of my own, nearly drowning my personal idol in my juices. When I finished cumming, I twirled around, and Lindsay and I kissed again, this time sharing the cum in our mouths and on our lips with each other. We were locked this way when Sweet entered the room. He was still dressed in black jeans and trench coat. "I could tell you were done when the sounds ceased," he said. "Master," Lindsay said, "Thank you for bringing Mistress Taylor into my life." His voice changed from pleasant to frightful in an instant. "Did I tell you to speak, little slut?" he spat at her. At once Lindsay was the meek little girl of earlier in the day. "No, Master," she said softly. Sweet walked over and backhanded Lindsay, giving to her left cheek what he had given her right ... a red welt. He then produced from one of the trench coat pockets a dog collar and leash. He attached the leash around Lindsay's neck, unlocked the handcuffs, and started pulling her off the bed. Lindsay followed, keeping on her hands and knees. Sweet took her to the X-Brace. "Stand," he ordered. She stood, and Sweet strapped her on to the contraption, her bare back facing out. Then he stepped back and produced a flogger with what looked like glass shards embedded in the ends of the leather pieces. I couldn't hold back. "No," I cried. "Don't hit her with that." Sweet looked at me angrily. "I have to do this," he said, "But you don't have to watch, Tee. Go back in the other room." "I'll stay, if you don't mind," I responded. "After all, someone has to watch out for Lindsay." Sweet lifted his hand, said "You will not drink without my permission, ever again," and slammed the flogger onto Lindsay's back. Red welts appeared, but Lindsay only said, "Girl understands and begs forgiveness." He hit her again, saying "No drugs unless they are prescribed, you little slut!". The redness deepened. Again, Lindsay only said "Thank you, Master." A third hit, and another "Thank you." If it were me there, I'd be screaming my head off by now. A fourth hit, then a fifth, all punctuated with a soft "Thank you, Master." On the sixth hit, Lindsay finally screamed in pain. Her back was now a deep red, and it looked like Sweet had drawn a little blood. But still he beat her. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Lindsay Lohan screamed in agony with every hit now, Wounds opened, and blood dripped from her back. When Taylor Met Lindsay I was about to scream "Enough!" when Sweet dropped the flogger and ran in to the bedroom. I followed, listening as I did to Lindsay's gasps for air. When I got there, my admiration and yes, love, for this man grew. From what little I knew about BDSM, I thought the Dominant was always a vicious man, able to give a beating like that without flinching. Yet here he was, curled up on the bed, crying. I'd never seem him cry before. I went to the bed and took him in my arms, holding him as he sobbed. He looked at me, his eyes already red from tears. I realized he had been crying even through the beating he had administered. "Go to Lindsay," he choked out between sobs. "Treat her wounds. There are bandages and first aid cream by the brace. Then, please, make love to her, but leave her on the Brace." "I don't want to leave you, my love" I told him. "Why? Why are you crying?" My heart was breaking, aching because he was in such pain. "My Mastery over her is based on love, not masochism," he said. "It tore my heart out to beat her. However, I know it will help her learn to control herself." I kissed him, deeply. His lips tasted salty from his tears. "I'll be back in here shortly," I promised. Then I left him, still crying, and went to Lindsay. The movie star was softly sobbing, but when she heard my approach, she worked to control her cries. "No, no, dear," I told her. "Let go. Cry if you need to." "You (sniff) are too (sniff, sniff) kind, Mistress," Lindsay said before letting her own tears flow. I listened to her sob while I cleaned and dressed the wounds on her back. Her cries were only broken by sharp intakes of breath each time I wiped a wound clean. I bandaged her, then knelt behind her. As I had been bandaging her, I wondered how I could make love to her while she was strapped to the X-Brace. Finally, I just decided to lick her pussy. So I tilted my head between her legs, stuck out my tongue and took a tentative lick. Oh, DAMN, did she cum!!!! Just feeling my tongue caused Lindsay to orgasm. Yeah, I'd heard about people who got off on pain, but I never imagined!! So I licked and licked at Lindsay, drinking her cum. I know she loved having my tongue in per puss, but my neck started aching from the strain. So after a couple minutes, I whispered, "Be right back." "Yes, Mistress Taylor" was the soft reply as I went to Sweet's travel bag. Yep, just as I thought. Inside were the dildos and vibrators my friends and I were playing with yesterday. I selected two, the bullet and a 12-inch dildo, and returned to Lindsay. I sat down and slid the dildo into Lindsay. The passage into her body should have been easy. After all, her puss was wet already. But as I slid the dildo in, Lindsay started squeezing it, trying almost to hold it in place. But I got it inside her, and I heard her start to moan in pleasure. Then I took the Bullet Vib. I turned it on, felt its reassuring buzzing, and held it to Lindsay's clit. Her body exploded in a fresh orgasm. She couldn't shake from her orgasm because she was still tied up, but she tried to shake. This must have been a monster cum. I started moving the dildo in and out of Lindsay. She cried and cried, but this time the tears were happy tears. Finally remembering the role she was playing, she said "Mistress, please let girl cum!" Laughing, I said "I thought you already had cum." That joke didn't work. Instead of laughter, Lindsay sadly said, "Girl is ashamed of cumming without permission. Girl will accept punishment for her transgression." "No, dear, no," I instantly replied. "I was joking. You can always cum when you're with me. You don't ever need my permission. Except for special instances," I added, suddenly remembering orgasm control. "Thank you, Mistress Taylor," Lindsay gasped. A minute more of dildo fucking and bullet buzzing did the trick. Lindsay came and came, and came again. Her breathing became gasps for air, her orgasms were so intense. Pussy juices flowed down her thighs, escaping around the dildo. When I finally stopped fucking her, I licked her thighs clean. Then I was startled by Lindsay's next statement. "Thank you, Mistress Taylor. I love you," #################### After making sure Lindsay was as comfortable as possible, considering she was still strapped to the X-Brace, I went into the bedroom Sweet was in. He had fallen asleep, still clothed. I leaned over to kiss his cheek and tasted the saltiness of his tears. I stripped off my undergarments, then proceeded to undress him. Rolling him over to take off his trench coat was easy. Slipping off his boots and socks was no problem. Getting his hips up enough so I could pull off his black pants, that was another matter. He just wouldn't budge, wouldn't lift up. Then I got an idea. I had his pants undone, but not off. So I slipped my hand inside his shorts, grabbed his cock, and started stroking it. He remained flaccid for a minute, but I knew I would succeed. And I did. He started growing in my hand, becoming harder, longer, thicker. I lowered by mouth to this shaft and started sucking him down my throat. Had it really been only two months since I sucked my first cock (his), had my pussy licked for the first time? Was I really a virgin only two months ago? So much has happened to me since. I know so much about making love now, and I'll bet there is more he can teach me. I worked his cock down my throat until I started to gag. Instead I stopped and sucked his shaft right at that gag point. In his dreams, he moaned, but didn't wake. I concentrated, opened my mouth a bit wider, and slid his cock's head past my gag point. My nose nestled in his groin hairs, his shaft fully embedded in my mouth. Then I started pulling up with my teeth. Just like I hoped, he lifted his ass to keep his cock in my mouth. My hands pulled his pants past his ass. I had accomplished what I had wanted to do. But I didn't stop. Yes, I thought, I've sucked pussy, and had my puss licked and sucked and fucked by many women these past few months, not the least of whom are my two best friends, Kellie Pickler and Carrie Underwood. Also, through the two CMOs I've been in, I've had many a man's cock. But this cock deep down my throat was special. It wasn't the longest. It wasn't the biggest. He wasn't the youngest. In fact, he was the oldest. But I had a very special bond with this man and his cock. His was first. His has always been there when I needed it most. His, and him, are what I love. He still hadn't woken up. I sucked harder and harder. He moaned in his sleep. I felt his cock jump in my mouth. He moaned loudly, and I felt his spunk shoot from the little slit at the top of his cock to the back of my throat. While his tears had been salty, his sperm was bittersweet. I know, a contradiction in terms, right? Like military intelligence. But that's the best way to describe it. Sweet as it filled my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed, yet some still spilled out down his cock. Yet, when I was done, there was a bitter aftertaste. I licked his shaft and balls clean of cum residue. He still hadn't woken up. I folded myself into his arms, placing one atop me. My hand felt down between my legs as I spooned him I felt his cock against my butt, and my hand played with my clitty. I didn't cum, but I felt a little more satisfied as I fell asleep. #################### Next morning, Monday, I cooked breakfast. Then Sweet and I fed the still-bound Lindsay Lohan. After breakfast came another beating session. Sweet kept telling her that she was not to do drugs without a prescription, and not to drink alcohol without his permission. Her tears flowed almost as much as the blood from her back. Sweet reopened the wounds I had bandaged the night before, and made more besides. As I was bandaging her up, Lindsay suddenly said "Forgive me, Mistress Taylor. Please step away from girl a minute." I did. Then she did the single most disgusting thing I had ever seen. She peed herself!! Not only that, but she dropped shit, too!!! EEEEWWWWWWWWWW!!!!! Sweet had been in the bedroom when that happened. He walked into the main room and unshackled Lindsay. She dropped off the X-Brace, her legs unable to maintain her weight. "Clean yourself up, then clean the floor, girl," he ordered. "Next time, tell one of us in advance,and you will be released for the bathroom." I was looking at him, not her, at the moment. His eyes were red, his cheeks were wet. He'd been crying again. Lindsay crawled to the bathroom. She ran a quick shower, then called my name. I came in the bathroom, finding her in the shower but still unable to stand. "Help me, Mistress," she cried. I stripped and entered the shower with her. I cleaned her as best I could. She tried to raise up to kiss me, but she had not the strength. When we left the shower together, I sat her on the toilet, making her face the tank. Then I finished my first aid on her. Afterward, I took one of her arms, planning to help her walk back into the main room. Instead she turned in my arm, shoved her body against mine with all her strength, and kissed me deeply. Our tongues clashed, our breasts mashed together, and my pussy got wet. "Mistress, sit on the toilet, please," she asked. When I did, she dropped back to the floor. I was about to help her back to her feet when she crawled the few feet to the toilet. She spread my legs and attacked my wet cunny. Fingers and tongue dove into my body, in and out with a fervor I had never felt from a lover before. It was like she was using the last of her strength to eat my puss. I was still horny from the night before, because when Sweet had woken up, he dressed and went into the kitchen without taking advantage of little old naked me. Damn!! But Lindsay was making up for it. A third finger went into me, stretching me open. Then a fourth. Holy shit, that felt good. Too good. So ... so ... fuckfuck FUCK!!! I'm cumming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES YES YES yes yes!!!! God, that felt so good. I really needed to cum. I looked at Lindsay. She was sitting on her haunches, looking up at me. Her mouth glistened from my cum. She was beautiful. "Did girl do good, Mistress Taylor?" she asked. "Yes, my lover," I responded through my heavy breathing. "I am quite pleased." To prove it, I dropped to my knees with Lindsay and kissed her, again and again, soft little loving kisses. Our arms wrapped around each other, and our lust grew. More might have come from those kisses, but Sweet chose that moment to return to the bathroom. "Little one, are you clean?" he asked Lindsay. "Lindsay's eyes lowered. "Yes, Master," she replied. "Mistress Taylor has cleaned this girl, and also dressed her wounds." "Good," he replied. "Now, back to your X-Brace." As Lindsay crawled out of the bathroom, I could see Sweet's lower lip quiver. This was hurting him mentally as much as it was hurting Lindsay Lohan physically. I followed him out of the bathroom and to the X-Brace. Lindsay was standing now on swaying legs as Sweet reattached the Velcro cuffs to her wrists and ankles. Then he left the room. The routine followed for the next week. We would feed Lindsay, then Sweet would beat her. After the beating, I would give her all the love I could. Then she would be freed to go to the bathroom. Each morning, she would be allowed to shower, and I would help her. We would then make love in the bathroom before she returned to her X-Brace. I tried to vary the sexual unions with Lindsay. Sometimes I would use my fingers and tongue, sometimes I would use a dildo or a vibrator. Once on the Brace and once in the bathroom I wore a Strap-on. On the brace, I fucked her in the ass, making sure her anal passage and the dildo were both well lubed. I couldn't swear, but I think that was her hardest orgasm with me while Braced. I was also spending time on the phone. I kept in contact with my Mother. I told her I was in LA, but didn't give her any details. I doubt she would understand. I was also talking to Kel and Carrie, telling them everything I was up to. They were a bit jealous, but also worried about Sweet. So was I. We were so busy, what with the time spent cooking, beating and loving Lindsay Lohan, plus my phone calls, the only alone time I had with him came late at night. I knew he was still crying after every beating, and he was so emotionally exhausted that he was asleep by the time my evening session with Lindsay was done. Every night, I stripped him, then curled up inside his arms and slept. His cock rose when it felt me cuddle close, but he never roused. I did not repeat my cock-suckin of that first night. I just slif against his body, being there for him. My love for him grew, but so did my fear for his health. On Wednesday night of week two, the routine changed for good. Sweet had finished beating Lindsay, making her swear she would stop doing drugs and alcohol as per usual. He retreated into the bedroom, again per usual. I ministered to Lindsay's back, then slid one hand to her pussy. "Mistress?" Lindsay spoke softly. "Yes, my love?" I replied. I admit, I had grown to love Lindsay like a little sister. Incest, anyone? "Mistress, you need to go be with Master. He really needs you." "Don't you need me?" "I do, Mistress, but Master needs you more. It's time you went in to him." "Are you sure?" "Yes, Mistress. Go to him." I rose then, turned Lindsay's head and kissed her deeply. I whispered "Thank you," then ran to the bedroom, shedding clothes as fast as I could. I got to the bedroom and looked at my lover. He was curled in a ball, crying. I shed my thong and slipped on to the bed behind him. He felt it as I got on the bed. He turned to face me. His eyes were red from the tears freely flowing down his face. I took him in my arms, holding him tightly, rocking him as he cried. I made soft cooing noises into his ear, letting him know it was all right, telling him I was here for him, reminding him how much I loved him. We lay there almost an hour, the room growing steadily darker as night settled on LA. I held him the entire time. I had never known anyone cry for an hour. Eventually his tears stopped flowing, but then his body shook with heavy sobs, and his grief intensified. My arms grabbed on as tight as I could. I softly sung him "Teardrops on My Guitar" to remind him that we all had grief in our lives. Finally his crying eased up. He looked at me, eyes red and bloodshot, his cheeks stained with dried tear tracks and some of my makeup, which had run when his tears fell on my face. I pulled his face to mine, and we shared a long, slow, sensual kiss. I fed all my love and all my strength through my lips, and after a minute I felt him responding to my love. "Don't talk," I told him. "Just follow me." I took him into the bathroom, the same bathroom I had been using with Lindsay. I slowly stripped him, kissing every bare spot on his body. That was a task, let me tell you. I don't think he'd bathed since we'd hit LA. His entire existence was focused on Lindsay. Now I planned to bring him back. Eventually, he was down to his shorts. He was following my directions and remaining silent. I slipped his tighty whiteys off his body and, since I was behind him at the time, trailed my tongue down his ass crack. That brought the first sound from his mouth, a soft moan. I was determined to love every inch of him, so I held back my inner revulsion and licked his ass hole. He shuddered and groaned, then returned to silence. I moved around him, and noticed his cock, long and VERY hard. I licked around his shaft, then took each of his balls into my mouth. I sucked gently, then released them. When I returned my gaze to his shaft, white precum was dripping out of his cock. I knew he had not cum in more than a week, after an orgyful of orgasms that Saturday and several Sunday, including my late-night blow job. With all my heart, I wanted him to fuck me, and fuck me now. I was thankful now he taught me orgasm denial. I was really putting it into practice. I wanted him, but only when we both were ready. I grabbed his cock, giggling as I did, and pulled him into the shower by his rod. Of course he came along. I had more than a week's worth of practice, so I knew the hotel hot water came on instantly. I set the dials perfectly, and the water, exactly the right temperature, rained down on us. I sat him down on the chair we had gone out to buy that Monday after Lindsay had been unable to stand in the shower. I proceeded to scrub him, every inch of him, getting him spotlessly clean. Then, with his body clean, I lowered my mouth to his still-stiff cock and sucked deeply on it. He moaned excitedly. I worked on him, planning to get him as close to cumming as I could. It didn't take long. He was ready to pop in mere moments, it seemed. I laughed around his cock, then lifted my mouth off him. I stood, aimed, and ... FUCK YES!!! ... drove my puss down on his cock. It ...feels so ... good. I've missed ... missed ... this ... cock. I'm ... humping ... riding him ... oh shit yes soclose... he feels so ... god, I need to ... I lifted off him, and then grabbed his cock. I stroked him, and he came, shooting all over my breasts. His eyes were glazed over, as he gave in to his orgasm. As soon as he finished, I sat back on his cock. YES!! That's the spot. not stopping. He's hard again. So ... hard ... so... good ... good ... GOD, here I CUMMMINGGG!!!!!! I wanted that orgasm. but I want more. I said, "Let's go to bed." He smiled. I'll bet he'd needed to cum, too, and wanted more also. We walked into the bedroom. He threw the covers off the bed. I climbed on, lay on my back and opened my arms. "Come here, my love," I cooed. "Make love to me. Show me why I love you." He climbed on the bed. Now, there is a reason I chose to call him Sweet, and not because, as I later learned, Lindsay knew him as Master SweetShaDow. I call him Sweet because, in bed with me, he is the sweetest lover. He takes his time, making sure I am ready for him, giving me the orgasms I need, waiting until I'm satisfied before he finally cums himself. Tonight was no different. He chose to split my legs and lick my pussy. I felt his rough chin on my soft thighs. He really needs a shave. He also needs .... needs .. . to ... "Up a little higher" ... oh damn, THAT'S THE SPOT!! YES!!! RIGHT .... RIGHT ... CCCCUUUMMMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!! No ... no ... don't .... oh yes, lover, now I understand. Come up here and kiss me. MMmmmmm, tongue. Here's mine. I need ... FUCK That was fast!! You just got right in me, one ... thrust .. . another ... speeding up .... my clit rubbing you ... my body excited ... yes, baby. Bite my nips ... that's the ... that's oh damn, gonna ... FUCK YES, I'M CUMMING AGAIN!!! His weight on me feels so special. He ... he never stopped ... he's so ... I love ... I ... CUMMMMM!!!! What? Oh, yes!! I rolled over for him. I felt the bed shift, then ... BETTER!! YOU'RE COCK!! G-Spot!! Fuck ... fuck .. . he's... slamming ... breasts swaying ... hard to breathe ... CCCUUUMMMM!!!!!!!!! No, no, no. Don't leave my puss. Don't ... don't ... YES!! My ass needs THAT!! Fingers pinching ... clit... hand pulling .. . nipple. He's got me ... I'm his ... his ... why am I crying?? I'm ... love him ... don't stop ... don't ... yes ... now, lover, yes now!! He's cumming. FUCK YES SO AM I!!!!! CCCUUUMMM!!!! We collapsed then. His cock, finally and totally spend, flees my body as my sphincter closes. He turns me to face him. This is the man I fell for, back in my arms. "I love you." "I love you, Taylor." We slept happily together. Sometime in the middle of the night, he rose again. This coupling was slower, gentle. We stayed in one position, him atop me. My arms held him close. Our kisses were soft, our movements slow but vigorous. We didn't need the orgasms we'd given each other earlier. This was love, pure and simple love. It felt so right. It feels, oh shit, oh fuck,oh yes, oh YES!! Kissing him harder, letting him know ... know ... I need to cum .. . want him to cum, too ... want him ... need him ... love him ... CUMMING!! Him too!!! YES!!!! When Taylor Met Lindsay We rolled side by side. I tried to keep him in me. My last conscious thought before sleeping was that Lindsay needs ... ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. #################### In the morning, the daily routine changed. He woke, kissed me, and showered. I joined him, needing to wash the dried cum from my body, and to be with this man as much as I could. We dressed in regular clothes for the first time since that Saturday of the CMO orgy, and made our way into the main room. Sweet walked over to Lindsay and talked to her, the first words he'd spoken to her since we'd arrived here a week ago Sunday that were not orders. "Lindsay, how do you feel?" "Master, I hurt, but I understand. I swear to you that I'm a changed woman." "Good. I'm going to release you. Tell me if you need help standing." "Master, I cannot stand in your presence." "You can if I allow it." "Then I will stand for you." He undid her arms first, then slowly released her legs. I helped Lindsay for a minute before she shrugged me off with a whispered, "Thank you, Mistress.". She swayed, but a force of will forged through pain kept her upright. She stood before her Master and me, showing us her unmarked naked front side. Instinctively, she lowered her head. "Girl thanks you, Master SweetShaDow," she said. "You have taught this girl more than she can ever thank you for." "You have taken everything I can give you, Lindsay, and have worked hard to fight your inner demons. I hope the lessons you have learned will give you that same strength in the future." "Master, if girl's strength falters, she will call thee." "No, you won't," he replied. Then he shocked us both. "Lindsay Lohan, I hereby release you from my service." Her mouth dropped. "Sir," she finally said, "Girl loves thee. Do not abandon her!!" "I must, I fear," he replied. "I cannot be your Master any longer." "Lindsay started to cry. "Whatever shall girl do?" she wailed. He wasn't done with the shocks. He took one of my hands, and one of Lindsay's, and put them together. "Lindsay, meet your new Mistress. Taylor, meet your submissive." We both looked at him then, eyes wide open, mouths wide open. Comprehension struck Lindsay Lohan faster than it hit me. Lindsay dropped to her knees and kissed my tennis shoes. "I love you, Mistress Taylor," she said. "You have been girl's rock through my ordeal. Girl feels confident that you can lead her in the future." What the FUCK??? "Hold on a minute," I cried. I looked right at Sweet and said "What about you?? Didn't our heartfelt 'I love you's' mean anything?" "Taylor," he said, "I love you more than I can say. I want you, and only you, for the rest of my life. However, watching you this past week, I know you need more than me. You need Kellie. You need Carrie. You need Lindsay. And Lindsay needs you, too. "Besides, if she relapses, I'll be right there." What the fuck! He's dropping to one knee. "Marriage is still too early, but move in with me. Be my girl." Oh! My!! God!!! What should I do?? Tears welled in my eyes. I had to make a decision, and I knew in an instant that I couldn't do what he asked. "I can't do that," I said. "I can't leave Nashville. My life, my career, is there." Now tears started forming in his eyes. I just tore his heart out. But before he could get up off his knees, the third person in the room spoke up. "Mistress Taylor, might girl speak?" Lindsay Lohan said. "Of course you can." I told her. Perhaps, Mistress, if you cannot leave Nashville, Master could move in with you. I have heard you bought a large home there, with enough room for you, for Master, and perhaps even enough room for a girl submissive who needs her Mistress' guidance in her life?" "You know who I am?" I asked. "Mistress, when you sang to Master last night, I finally figured it out. Girl loves your records, Mistress. You are a great singer, better even than this girl." Lindsay was truly humble as she spoke. And though she knew I was Taylor Swift, Country singer, she was not in awe of me like so many fans. Then Lindsay added one last statement,which blew my mind. "Girl loves your records, Mistress, but more importantly, girl, um, I mean I ... I love you, Taylor." I wasn't prepared for that!! But apparently Sweet was. "Could you truly love your Mistress, even if I was living with her?" he asked. "Could you possibly love me, too?" Lindsay's face lit up. She returned to third person to speak to him. "Girl loves you more now than before, Master. In fact, if girl moved to Nashville with Mistress and Master, girl would happily serve both of you." She turned back to me. "Mistress, please say yes. Let Master and this girl move in with you. We would provide for most every need you might have. We offer support, friendship, kinship when you are inundated by paparazzi, and all sorts of help. Most importantly, we can offer you true love." Sweet added "I would not change you at all. How could I be jealous of your friendship and love of Kel and Carrie, with Lindsay living with us and even sharing our bed." I was convinced. "OK," I said. "Lindsay, I accept you as my submissive, if you want me." I spoke his real name, then added "Come live with me and Lindsay in Nashville. "I love you both so much, I couldn't live without either of you." Sweet got off his knees and swept me up in his arms. We kissed hard as he twirled me in joy. When he set me down, Lindsay looked up at me, happiness in her eyes. I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. Sometime during that kiss, Sweet got in amongst Lindsay and me, and the kiss became a three-way kiss. Lindsay started undressing me about the same time I started pulling his clothes off his body. Soon the three of us were naked. I dropped to my knees to suck his cock, but was surprised to find Lindsay already there, his shaft deep in her mouth. I shrugged, rose again and kissed him deeply. Our tongues collided in mutual love and lust. After a minute, I moved to nibble his earlobe. Whispering, I said "See? I can share you. But remember you're mine first and foremost. Also remember I love you so very much." "I love you, too, my darling Tee. And I love Lindsay, but in a different way. I never lived with her. I want to live with you, be with you, be a part of your life. I want you forever, Taylor Swift." We kissed again, a much more romantic kiss this time. I started feeling wet between my legs. I guess Lindsay sensed the wetness, because her hand went right to my pussy then and she started stroking my clitty. My knees buckled, and as I melted to the floor, I brought Sweet and Lindsay with me. The actress dove right between my legs, licking and sucking all my pussy juices. The man I love went for my breasts, sucking and biting each nipple in turn. Oh, Jesus, it makes me feel good. I ... oh yes, Lindsay .. . right there ... fuck, he's sucking BOTH nips ... squeeze my tits closer ... fuck .. . damn ... so good .. . oh shit ... he's saying ... oh yes, I'm ... I'm .... CCCUUUUUMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!!!!!! Lindsay has left her spot between my legs. She's kissing Sweet now, my juices glimmering on her lips and cheeks. Her hand is on his cock, guiding him ... leading him into her. He's so big now, and he's taken over. Damn, he looks so natural over her, ramming her stroke after stroke. I find one of her breasts and suck the nipple. She's whispering something, and I focus on the words she's saying. "You're still my Master. Your cock owns this girl, just like Mistress' pussy owns this girl. Fuck me, Master. You need to know I still love you, even after this past week, and that you love me. I love you, Master. I love you." Now Lindsay is crying. I move to kiss her tears away, and she turns to me. "Can we both love him, Mistress?" she asks. "Will there be any friction between you two because of me?" This girl has some control. If he was fucking me, I would be a quivering mess needing to cum by this time. But Lindsay asked me a question, so I answered. "You are my submissive. You will make love with him when I allow it, understood?" "Oh Yes, Mistress." A few more strokes by him into her pussy. "Mistress," Lindsay cried. NOW he was getting to her. "Please allow girl to cum freely. Girl feels more than one orgasm approaching her. Please!!" "Cum, my girl," I said. Kel and Carrie are going to be SO jealous. I wonder if Lindsay would like to join us for Girls' Night Out? Lindsay, meanwhile, scratched his back, arched her own back, and started cumming. Her first orgasm caused her to shake. She kissed me so hard I think my teeth imprinted on the inside of my lips. Her second orgasm lifted her nearly off the ground with joy. She screamed with that orgasm. Now that she was finally speaking loudly, she started urging Sweet on. "Master, and you are still and forever my Master, cum in me. Let me feel your seed filling me, showing me you love me too. Cum inside me, Master!!" He grunted, then slammed into her hard. I felt Lindsay's body shove against mine. She cried out in joy, said "Master, Mistress, I'm cumming again!!" "Me, too, girl, me too," Sweet replied. Both bodies stiffened, Sweet with a look of pleasure and concentration on his face, Lindsay's face a mask of total enjoyment and ecstasy. Both lovers came together, shaking against my body. As they uncoupled, I slid between them both, my head dropping down to their groin areas. I took his slowly-deflating cock in my mouth and sucked it. My hand went deep into Lindsay's pussy. After a minute, my mouth and hand traded places, as I licked Lindsay's puss and stroked Sweet's rod, working to get it erect again. My puss was not being forgotten, The two of them were taking turns licking it. I was starting to lose control ... I need those tongues ... Suck him again, get him hard ... fuck, fuck, why can't I concentr ... shit that feels good. YES!! Both tongues in my cunt!! Gotta .. . no, bury my head in her pussy ... lick her .. . must lick her ... must ... tongue in ASS!!!! Can't hold ... CCCCUUUUMMMMMIIINNNNNNGGGGG!!! Lindsay cumming too. Drink .. . cum ... oh damn, that's good. Oh, yes, he's hard. I shift myself, sit atop him, and start fucking his rod. I urge Lindsay to stand up, and she moves to straddle Sweet, letting me lick her pussy. No, now she's shifting. Back to me, bending over. Aahh, I see. I lick her puss, and he plays with her breasts. She's inventive, and limber, too. My tongue goes into her pussy, licking her. She moans. When I add a finger, she almost topples over. Sweet is lifting me up off him? Why?? Oh, he's got a better idea. He lays me on my side, and enters me while lying on our sides. Lindsay returns her pussy to my face, and her face to his. Since we're now lying on the floor, no one will fall over. MMMMmmmmmm. Never been fucked like this before. We're facing each other. It's nice, except for the one leg I have high in the air to allow him entrance. And the bonus of this tasty pussy. MMMmmmm. Nice. He's speeding up. His strokes urgent now. My body responding. Oh, shit, I must have turned a switch or something. I .. . oh I ... oh my .. . screaming, but the pussy in my way ... gotta ... holy shit, Lindsay's cumming. Drowning .. . drink every drop .. . yes yes yes .. . CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGGG!!!! He's .. . he's .. . yes. I feel his jism inside me, filling me, shooting in me. That's it!! CCCUUUUUMMMMMMMM!!! Slowly, he stops. We roll apart. Lindsay drops down. She's licking my pussy and thighs. Oh, cleaning me. Now she's sucking his cock cleaning it. I leaned over and kissed Robert (come on, you knew it was him. After all, we've been in the news). "I love you," I told him. "I love you, too," he replied. Then I pulled Lindsay Lohan up and kissed her. I looked her in the eyes and said, "I think I'm going to like having a little submissive girl in my bed." Lindsay Lohan lowered her eyes. Softly, she said, "I love you, Mistress Taylor Swift."