23 comments/ 157659 views/ 99 favorites It All Began with a Munch By: silkstockingslover Summary: A young curious lawyer explores her lesbian submissive side Note 1: First off, I have never been to a Munch but they do exist and can be found in most larger cities. Note 2: Thanks to Mab7991 for editing this story that has gone through a few different plot changes before finally becoming what you are about to read. Another thanks to LaRascasse for a last second plot suggestions and editing. IT ALL BEGAN WITH A MUNCH 1. WHAT IS A MUNCH? Jill after the harsh break-up with her boyfriend of almost a year had sworn off men. They were just too much work, not worthy of her respect and constantly crushed her self-esteem. Being single, she began reading more online porn and the more she read the more she began to question not only her sexuality (she gravitated mostly to lesbian stories), but also what turned her on. When with her past boyfriends, just two, she never got off from sex. Her only orgasms had always been self-inflicted and although both her boyfriends were nice guys, she had always wished they were more forceful. Yet, she could never come up with the nerve to tell them exactly what she wanted. 'Um, baby, grab my hair.' 'Baby, tie me up.' 'Baby call me a slut and face-fuck me.' 'Baby, go get your friend and double penetrate me like some cheap slut.' Strangely, each of these things had crossed her mind hundreds of times before, during and after sex and yet at twenty-five she was still just a missionary position girl who craved more...but ending always the nice girl. When not horny, Jill was mortified by her twisted fantasies. She was a good girl. She was a feminist. She was about to graduate college in one more year with honors and a law degree. Yet, as soon as her libido kicked in, her dark side, her repressed cravings, began bubbling. Jill became addicted to late night porn reading where strong, beautiful women were made to be sex slaves or sluts to men. After an innocent encounter with a radiant woman during research for a case, a strange new pattern emerged. Her fantasies changed from men to women. In each fantasy, she was seduced by an older woman, taught how to be a perfect slut and made into a lesbian slave. The settings changed, the seductions changed and yet the one constant was always complete submission...giving herself unconditionally mind, body and soul to a Mistress. Sometimes she was tied up, sometimes she was forced to service woman after woman, and sometimes she was treated like a puppy, but always she came harder than she ever had when she thought she was straight. Now in her first year at a prestigious law firm, she found her stress levels were rising with the pressure to be the best and eventually become partner, a position she highly sought. The more she stressed the more she desperately felt she needed to confront the sexual cravings that were holding her back, distracting her. Online, trying to understand her possible sexuality crisis, she ended up talking to an intriguing stranger. After admitting her curiosity and strange fantasies to the unidentified woman, or man who really knows online, the conversation shifted to advice. MistressMichelle: Clearly u need to try it once. Either you will realize it is what you want and need, or you will get it out of your system. If you don't you will always wonder, end up resenting the man you do SETTLE down with and live an unsatisfying sex life. Curiousbutshy: I suppose you are right, but I can't fathom how to go about it. MistressMichelle: How old are you? Curiousbutshy: 25 MistressMichelle: Hmmmm...and you have only slept with two men if I recall. Curiousbutshy: Yes, sad, but true. MistressMichelle: And have never experienced an orgasm from sex with a man, right? Curiousbutshy: Sad, but true, again. MistressMichelle: What do you do for a living? Curiousbutshy: I am a lawyer. MistressMichelle: Oh my, a high stress job. Curiousbutshy: I suppose that is true. MistressMichelle: Well, it is just a theory of mine, that the more high pressure job a woman has, the more sexual relief they will need...and... Curiousbutshy: And...what??? MistressMichelle: Well, most women in high pressure jobs: lawyer, doctor, business owner, teacher and so forth...generally woman in power, tend to be the most submissive. Curiousbutshy: Submissive? Jill had heard the term before but never considered herself submissive. She was a go-getter and a woman who went after what she wanted...except in the bedroom she sighed to herself. MistressMichelle: Yes, you need to be told what to do. Curiousbutshy: I don't think I am submissive. I like to be in control. MistressMichelle: At work? Curiousbutshy: Yes. MistressMichelle: At school? Curiousbutshy: Yes. MistressMichelle: Your house is organized...always clean... Curiousbutshy: I suppose... MistressMichelle: Yes or no? Curiousbutshy: Fine, yes. Jill was stunned at just how accurately a stranger she had never met or talked to before today could know her so well. She was a control freak and lived a very structured life. Always awake at exactly six-thirty, always working out for an hour, a long shower, breakfast, etc...she was a woman of routine. When her routine was interrupted, she would be rattled all day. MistressMichelle: You could be the poster girl for a submissive in denial. Curiousbutshy: Really? MistressMichelle: Do u have any toys? Curiousbutshy: A vibrator. Jill sighed. Her only toy was the one she bought at a girl's toy party years ago and it seldom got her off like it used to. She wanted it to be longer, to go deeper; she wanted it to be wider, spread her apart. But, she never seemed to get around to buying new toys. MistressMichelle: Get it. Jill paused only briefly before replying. Curiousbutshy: Um, ok...brb Jill, already horny from the discussion, scurried to her bedroom to grab her toy. Curiousbutshy: Back... MistressMichelle: What r u wearing? Curiousbutshy: Jeans and a t-shirt Jill was lying. She was actually in a sundress and thigh high beige stockings. Her first boyfriend had a nylon fetish and even though he was long out of the picture, she still loved wearing them...they made her feel sexy...naughty. Even at school in jeans she would have the stockings on underneath, she seldom went out without wearing stockings or pantyhose. Jill loved the feel of the silk and often would wear knee-high stockings on her hands: one to masturbate with, the other to caress her big very firm and sensitive breasts. It was actually a girlfriend of a client that first had Jill questioning the assumption that she was straight. Her name was Elizabeth and her boyfriend had been a victim of a hate crime and was in the hospital with a variety of injuries. It wasn't life-threatening, but a broken leg and jaw was going to keep him in rehab for a while. Jill could still remember everything about Elizabeth that first brief encounter. She came in dressed in four-inch black leather open toed heels, two perfectly manicured red toenails visible. She wore a black skirt with a generous side slit that would on more than one occasion reveal she too, like Jill, was wearing thigh high stockings. Her stockings were dark beige, mocha was the color Jill would later learn, and they literally seemed to shimmer and shine. Her blouse was a simple flower print, yet it somehow showcased every curve of her ample breasts. Her hair was so blonde that it was almost white and the unique color seemed to draw even more attention to her crystal blue eyes. Inexplicably, Jill felt flushed at the sight of this radiant woman and a spark was lit inside her...one that took root and began to grow. That night, instead of fantasizing about one of the two hunk lawyers from her firm she wanted to fuck, her fantasy was of this blonde stranger, this beautiful muse, the woman who had no idea that she had changed Jill forever. Jill had been reading more and more lesbian porn to the point that her curiosity had become an unhealthy obsession, which led to the online conversation she was currently having. MistressMichelle: Get completely naked...my dear Curiousbutshy: k? Jill could have lied again, pretended to do as she was told, but instead she did exactly as she was told, pulled her sundress over her head, slipped off her pink thong, and took off the matching pink bra...of course, she kept her stockings on. MistressMichelle: R u naked yet? Curiousbutshy: Yes. MistressMichelle: Why? Curiousbutshy: What? MistressMichelle: Why r u naked? Curiousbutshy: Because u told me to Jill thought the questioning strange. MistressMichelle: Exactly, because u r submissive!!! Jill gasped. Why had she done as she was told. Oddly, it just seemed natural to obey this woman and truth be told she was very horny after the hour-long conversation with this online stranger. Curiousbutshy: Oh... MistressMichelle: And I imagine your pussy is very wet Jill could feel the wetness leaking slightly out of her fevered pussy, it was undeniable, although she wasn't sure if that was because of Michelle or just her overactive libido. MistressMichelle: Is it? Curiousbutshy: Yes MistressMichelle: Why? Curiousbutshy: I have no idea. Jill really didn't. MistressMichelle: I think you do. You are horny because u crave obedience. You want to let go...you want to be seen as a smart, attractive and successful woman in public, but you also have your sexual needs...your desire to let go...to be a slut...to be a... Jill was being pulled into the web of submission without even knowing it. Her free hand was rubbing her clit as she was drawn in by the words of this complete stranger. Curiousbutshy: What? To be a? MistressMichelle: Slave...a submissive sex slave. Curiousbutshy: Oh God... Her first orgasm hit her hard at the thought of being a sex slave, something she had always wanted when with her boyfriends. It was also a constant fantasy as she got herself off, although now the Master had been replaced by a Mistress. MistressMichelle: You fantasize about it, don't you? Curiousbutshy: I...sometimes... Jill trembled as the orgasm pulsed through her. Jill was stunned at how a stranger could know her so well. MistressMichelle: Always!!! Curiousbutshy: Mostly MistressMichelle: Always...say it my dear....you crave to be a slut... Curiousbutshy: I MistressMichelle: SAY IT Curiousbutshy: Yes, I do...I fantasize about it all the time... Jill finally admitted it to someone for the first time ever. Her obsession to submit to an experienced woman all she ever thought about late at night and sometimes while at work. MistressMichelle: a lesbian slave? Curiousbutshy: God, Yes... Jill's first orgasm had not even completely subsided and she was back rubbing her clit, the naughty declaration getting her revved up again like nothing she had ever experienced. MistressMichelle: Like I said before, until you try it you will never know if it is what you fantasize or what you need Curiousbutshy: but even if I accept your assessment of me...how do I make it a reality? Jill desperately wanted to try it...even though it seemed unrealistic in her real world. How does someone even meet a lesbian woman, none-the-less a dominant lesbian woman? MistressMichelle: do u live in a big city? Curiousbutshy: yes. MistressMichelle: Where? Curiousbutshy: Boston MistressMichelle: Perfect! Curiousbutshy: How so? MistressMichelle: Big enough to live a dual life... Curiousbutshy: I don't understand. Jill felt she already lived a dual life: a determined lawyer who would save hundreds of lives by day and a sexual deviant who was obsessed with lesbian porn at night. MistressMichelle: First, Boston has the best lesbian bar ever...the Le Chateau Club and two, it has a monthly Munch. Curiousbutshy: A Munch? 'There is a lesbian bar in Boston?' Jill thought to herself. Followed by what is a Munch? MistressMichelle: Yes, it is a place where men and women, curious about the BDSM lifestyle meet without judgement or expectations to socialize, learn and maybe get together. Curiousbutshy: WOW...but I am not into bondage. Although she liked the idea of being tied up and made to be a slut, she didn't remotely however like the idea of pain. MistressMichelle: BDSM is not just bondage...although it can be...it is about sexual play, about submission and domination, Mistress or Master and slave. Oh sure some extremists out there will do all sorts of crazy shit, but the people at Munches are just like you...average people, with average lives who want a little KINK in their sex lives. Curiousbutshy: Double WOW! Michelle's description of BDSM had Jill's second orgasm on the rise. MistressMichelle: if you really want to be WOW'ed, try a Munch. Curiousbutshy: I don't know. MistressMichelle: it is low risk, no commitment and if you are uncomfortable you leave. Curiousbutshy: I can't fathom going MistressMichelle: You need to...for your own good...find out once and for all if submission is for you, if a girl-girl relationship is for you... Curiousbutshy: but... Jill knew that fantasy and reality were two very different beasts. She loved the idea of submission, as Michelle called it, yet bringing such a fantasy to reality was scary as hell to the usually in control Jill. MistressMichelle: Is your pussy wet? Curiousbutshy: Dripping MistressMichelle: Well, then your body has spoken. Curiousbutshy: I suppose... MistressMichelle: This is no longer a negotiation. You will go to one. Is that clear? Jill was startled by the shift in the conversation from advice to control. She was also slightly surprised by the gush of juice that squirted out of her at being told what to do. She hesitated obeying an order until Michelle repeated her question. MistressMichelle: I ASKED, IS THAT CLEAR? Jill's second orgasm on the rise, the thought of obeying this stranger only enhanced the building climatic rush and there was no hesitation in her response. Curiousbutshy: Yes. MistressMichelle: Good...I expect you to follow through with your commitment. I expect you to be a good girl. Being called a good girl created another gush of juice to leak out of her pussy, similar to so many stories she had read that used other endearing, yet humiliating terms like pet. Curiousbutshy: Ok... MistressMichelle: Ok, what? Jill considered saying Mistress, her body screamed to call her Mistress, but she settled on a more conservative, yet still implying her submissive position. Curiousbutshy: Ok, ma'am. MistressMichelle: Good girl. I looked it up, the next Munch is a special formal cocktail evening on December 15th. How perfect. Jill gasped. December 15th was in three days. Curiousbutshy: How so? MistressMichelle: You can dress up all pretty. Showcase your assets. Curiousbutshy: I suppose it could. MistressMichelle: and you will go? Curiousbutshy: I think so. MistressMichelle: Pardon? Curiousbutshy: I am just a little nervous... MistressMichelle: r u nervous when working on a case? Curiousbutshy: No. MistressMichelle: but u were the first time? Curiousbutshy: Of course MistressMichelle: Well, this is no different... Curiousbutshy: I guess... It All Began with a Munch MistressMichelle: I have to go. The Munch is at Peter's Cafe at 8PM on the 15th. Curiousbutshy: Ok... MistressMichelle: You promise you will go Curiousbutshy: Yes MistressMichelle: Yes, what? Curiousbutshy: Yes, I promise ma'am MistressMichelle: Good girl. You may make someone a very good pet, yet. Now go fuck yourself to a frenzy fantasizing about being the submissive plaything you want to be. Jill already near orgasmic bliss reached for her toy, turned it on and slipped it easily inside her sopping wet vagina. In seconds, her second orgasm erupted through her as every pore of her body felt the tremors of ecstasy. Once Jill had recovered from back-to-back intense orgasms, she went to Google and typed in 'Munch'. She was in awe of the different Munches throughout America. She read different definitions of Munch but the basic theory was the same: a non-threatening, non-judging environment to meet others who are interested or experienced in BDSM (Bondage & Discipline, Dominance and submission, sadomasochism). Although Jill was not exactly into anything close to that extreme, she was instantly curious about going to a MUNCH. It seemed low risk and she loved dressing up sexy, something she seldom had occasion for. As she read more, she became even more comfortable as she learned that there would be a variety of ages, men and women, tops and bottoms, and switches. She also learned that a Munch was not a place to pick up partners, although that did happen on occasion, but rather a place for people, of a certain a sexual kink, which many in society judge harshly, to meet. Jill researched the Boston Munch and got all the details. As Jill logged off her computer and got dressed, a mixture of anxiety and excitement filled her. 2. OVERWHELMED WITH POSSIBILITY The next three days for Jill were an anxiety riddled mess. She constantly pondered whether she should go through with it. Her mind was like a never ending ping-pong game. Depending on her mood, her decision bounced back and forth from 'no way in Hell am I going to this' to 'I wish it was today'. The thought of the Munch distracted her at work as well. Every pretty girl she saw she wondered to herself 'Does she have a dark side too?' Every time she saw one of the many drop dead gorgeous secretaries in their skirts, heels and pantyhose her pussy tingled a bit. Elizabeth, the beautiful blonde girlfriend of a client, had become the focus of Jill's late night fantasies the past couple of days. Each fantasy ended with Jill submitting sexually to the tall, forty-something bombshell. Finally the night before the Munch and after returning from a sex shop where she had purchased herself a new vibrator and a rabbit, Jill was in desperate need of confirmation of her decision to go through with the potential life changing promise she had made to Mistress Michelle. She logged onto her computer and saw that MistressMichelle was online. Curiousbutshy: Hi do you have a moment to chat? Jill waited a few minutes hopeful to ask a few lingering questions. MistressMichelle: Hi, my pet, prepared for tomorrow? Curiousbutshy: Yes, ma'am. MistressMichelle: Good girl. What r u wearing? Curiousbutshy: I don't know...something elegant. MistressMichelle: Good call...treat it like you are going to a ball...a BDSM ball...so what are you thinking of wearing? Curiousbutshy: Gold cocktail dress, beige stockings, heels... MistressMichelle: Yummy!!! Curiousbutshy: MistressMichelle: Get a toy. Curiousbutshy: I bought some new ones!!! MistressMichelle: Well, grab a new one then. Curuousbutshy: Ok, BRB. Jill grabbed the rabbit toy, curious to see how it worked. She took off her skirt, leaving herself in her blouse, thong and thigh high stockings. Curiousbutshy: Back, ma'am. MistressMichelle: Good girl. Curiousbutshy: MistressMichelle: Are you excited about tomorrow? Curiousbutshy: Yes!!! But I am very nervous. I have kept these feelings hidden for a while now. MistressMichelle: Exactly why a Munch is perfect for you. You WILL NOT be judged. Curiousbutshy: But what will I talk about? MistressMichelle: Everything. Work, the weather, likes, dislikes...and if u wish more. Curiousbutshy: I could never start a conversation. Although Jill was now excited about going to the Munch, she still lacked the confidence of what to say. MistressMichelle: I bet you could, but if you are nervous, grab a drink and take a seat. Someone will come to you. One thing is always the same at Munches: people are very friendly and can recognize a nervous newbie. Curiousbutshy: Ok. MistressMichelle: Ok, what? Curiousbutshy: Ok, ma'am. MistressMichelle: Good pet. Are you horny now? Curiousbutshy: Yes. MistressMichelle: Put your toy in you as we talk. Curiousbutshy: Yes, Ma'am. Jill turned on the rabbit and was surprised by the strong pulsations. She put it in and instantly moaned, the intensity much different from her old vibrator. MistressMichelle: So, what are u hoping to find in the end my pet? Curiousbutshy: I don't know. And truthfully, Jill didn't. She knew she needed to allow her curiosities to be tested, but she was also scared by how much they had become an obsession. MistressMichelle: Yes, you do, my pet! Being called 'pet' made Jill's pussy gush. Curiousbutshy: I just need to confirm my pent up sexual curiosity one way or another. MistressMichelle: That you do!!! Curiousbutshy: But how do I let people there know of my curiosity? MistressMichelle: Just let the conversations lead the way and eventually someone will figure out you're submissive. Curiousbutshy: Really? MistressMichelle: Oh yes, both men and women will be assessing u Curiousbutshy: They will??? MistressMichelle: Of course...r u sub or domme? What level of BDSM are u? Etc... Curiousbutshy: Oh...my... Jill was again feeling her trepidation rising. MistressMichelle: is your cunt wet? Curiousbutshy: Yes, ma'am MistressMichelle: Describe it. Curiousbutshy: My vagina? MistressMichelle: Your cunt. Submissive sluts have cunts not vaginas Being called a slut startled Jill as did the word cunt. Jill despised the word and had never used it. She had also never been called a slut before. Yet, as she thought about the two words and their demeaning implications, her vagina gushed. Jill was rattled by her mixed feelings of her feminist values and her sexual desires. MistressMichelle: Did I offend you by calling you what you crave to be? Let go of your false propriety, you crave submission, you crave being a slut. Don't you? Jill wanted to deny it, but her leaking pussy was speaking for her. MistressMichelle: Your cunt is soaked isn't it, slut? Jill's mind faded as her desire to come overtook her. Michelle was right. The thought of submitting to someone was all she could think about. Being made into a slut was one of her greatest fantasies not fulfilled by her earlier men, but just the thought of being Elizabeth's slut had her near the brink of orgasmic bliss. MistressMichelle: Answer me, CUNT!!! Jill's pussy, no her cunt, was burning with lust as she gave in completely to her desire to submit...something she had secretly been craving for a while now. Curiousbutshy: Yes. MistressMichelle: Yes what, slut? Curiousbutshy: Yes, my cunt is dripping. MistressMichelle: Why? Accepting her weakness, her insatiable hunger to submit, she quit hiding behind propriety. Curiousbutshy: Because I want to submit. MistressMichelle: To be a slave? Just the word slave brought a tingle throughout Jill's whole body. Curiousbutshy: Yes. MistressMichelle: A cunt-licking lesbian? Again, the name calling added to Jill's growing euphoria, as did the rabbit toy buzzing in and out of her drenched cunt. Curiousbutshy: God, yes. MistressMichelle: Describe your cunt! Curiousbutshy: My clit is hard and swollen and my pussy lips are puffy and wet MistressMichelle: Your cunt lips Curiousbutshy: Yes my cunt lips MistressMichelle: Fuck yourself to orgasm my pet MistressMichelle: My slut!!! MistressMichelle: my cunt-craving slave! MistressMichelle: Come now slut...come for your Mistress! The constant name-calling and the word 'Mistress' was the final push needed to bring Jill to her earth-shattering orgasm. Curiousbutshy: Fuuuuuuuck, I'm coming Mistress MistressMichelle: Good slave. The orgasm riddled Jill's body as she gave in to her lust. MistressMichelle: How was the orgasm? Jill catching her breath returned to her computer. Curiousbutshy: Amazing! MistressMichelle: Good. You got off from the domination didn't you? Curiousbutshy: Yes, sad but true. MistressMichelle: It is who u r...don't fight it Curiousbutshy: I don't think I can any longer. MistressMichelle: Go to the Munch tomorrow and allow fate to lead the way. Jill allowing her submissive side to lead the way acknowledged what she wanted and needed. Curiousbutshy: Yes, Mistress. MistressMichelle: Good luck, my pet. Michelle logged out and Jill logged off too, before getting into her pajamas and watching some TV. Tomorrow was going to a long day and Jill crashed before the early evening news even ended. 3. THE MUNCH Having an appointment the next morning with Elizabeth only added to Jill's distraction the rest of the day, her panties literally getting wet while Elizabeth talked to her about the case. The clock slowly ticked by, way too slowly for Jill. Although trepidation still lingered in the back of her mind, she was determined to go to the Munch and see what happened. After work, she drove home, had dinner, showered, and dressed up in her gold cocktail dress and stockings. Looking in the mirror she smiled, knowing she looked amazing. Taking a deep breath, she walked out the door and got into her car. She drove the twenty minutes to Peter's and arrived fifteen minutes early. As she parked, she suddenly froze. She loved the idea of the Munch, she loved the idea of potential submission and she loved the idea of meeting a dominant lesbian, yet the reality of making it happen was suddenly petrifying. She spent the next ten minutes doing what she always did when she was trying to make a major decision, she created a pros and cons list: Pros: -it is only a harmless evening -it is all I think about -I want to learn more -I want to try being with a woman -I needed to try it -I want to meet someone -sex is sex Cons: -aaaaaaaaaah -what if someone I know is here? -what if people judge me? -what do I talk about? -what if I do meet someone and submit? Is that a healthy thing? -can I just have sex without love? Deciding factor: I promised Mistress Michelle I would go. Jill stared at the list, took a deep breath and said fuck-it. She got out and at two minutes after eight walked through the doors into a world she had only until now imagined. Once inside, Jill paused at the door. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, lots of leather she supposed, but the eight people who were there all were dressed in classy attire and conversing with each other. "Hi, are you here for the Munch?" a voice startled the voyeur Jill. Jill looked to her left where the voice had come from. A woman, in her forties she judged and in a bright red cocktail dress, was at a table with name tags. Jill noticed her name was Tammy. Jill stammered, "Y-y-yes." "First time?" Tammy smiled, her voice warm and inviting. "How could you tell?" Jill joked. "The dear in the headlights look and the stammering were subtle clues and, of course," she paused, seemingly for dramatic effect, "I run the Munches and I have never seen you before." "You are quite the detective," Jill replied, surprised at just how easy the conversation flowed. Handing Jill a clipboard, she explained, "We don't take your address or phone number or anything that will identify where you live, but if you want to be added to our mailing list you will be notified of upcoming Munches and any other special events." "Ok," Jill said, taking the clipboard, before asking, "What type of special events." Tammy smiled wide and joked, "I think that may be a little too much information for your first time, my dear." The simple term of endearment sent a gentle tingle inside Jill. "Fair enough," she replied, writing her private e-mail address she used for writing to Literotica authors and a couple other chat buddies. Jill handed the clipboard back and Tammy said, pointing to her name tag, "I am Tammy." "I am Supergirl," Jill joked, pointing to her firm breasts. "That you are," Tammy replied, the first flirtation now in play. Jill felt the heat in her cheeks again, but this was a good heat. "I am Jill." Extending her hand, Tammy said, "It is nice to meet you, Jill. I hope you have a good time this evening." Jill shook the woman's soft hands and replied, "I hope so too. I am a little nervous." "Don't worry, we don't bite," Tammy smiled, although her smile had shifted from friendly to naughty, "unless you want us too." "Good to know," Jill smiled back, the gentle flirtation between them fun and harmless. "Since this is your first time here your first drink is on us?" Tammy said, handing her a small green ticket. "Thank you very much," Jill replied, taking the ticket, her hand again touching Tammy's. The door opened behind her and Jill knew their moment was over. She smiled and headed to the bar to order a drink. After ordering, she looked around. A few more people had entered behind her and the ratio was pretty much 50/50 guy-girl. A guy dressed in a suit and girl in a cocktail dress had green tickets in their hands and were chatting. "This is crazy, Mike," the girl said. "It was your idea," he replied. "I know, but now what?" she asked, her tone implying she was very nervous. "We have a drink and socialize," he said. "If things gets out of hand we will leave," he assured her. Jill's drink arrived, feeling better that she was not the only new person here and that they were feeling just as nervous as her. She went to a table by herself and sat down She was alone less than a minute when a very pretty woman in her early forties approached her wearing a loud flower sundress that was a size or two too small for her voluptuous breasts. "Hi, I am Amanda mind if I sit down and share your table?" the curly haired brunette asked as she extended her hand to shake Jill's. Jill took Amanda's hand, instantly a tingle began between her legs, "Please have a seat" Jill offered, nervous, but excited to be talking to a woman. "Nice to meet you. Your first time?" Amanda asked. "Is it written on my forehead?" Jill joked. "Actually yes," the older woman joked back, before adding, "the quick glances, sitting alone, avoiding eye contact are all pretty subtle clues." "Well, I am kind of nervous," Jill admitted the obvious. "Don't be. Everyone here is really nice and we all respect each other in ways you would never see in most places," Amanda said, as she sipped her bottled of water. "Everyone seems so normal," Jill said. Amanda laughed. "What?" Jill asked, she hated when people laughed at her as it reminded her of high school where being smart was mocked and being vapid was in. "Nothing," Amanda smiled sincerely, "it's just I remember my first time here, I was expecting leather chaps, collars and whips." Jill laughed now too. "That was the first thing that popped into my head. I really had no idea what to expect when I walked through those doors." Amanda shrugged."We are just normal people, living normal lives with a side dish of kink." Jill blushed as she considered her kink. Jill asked, "How long you been coming here?" "I have been coming here for three years, give or take," Amanda said, "with my husband's approval." "Oh my," Jill replied, this time her tone curious. The conversation continued for a few minutes while Jill learned Amanda has been married for twenty-one years, she is a massage therapist, and she has an eighteen year old daughter. Eventually the conversation veered to flirtation. Amanda her constant smile not fading, but her tone subtly changing from friendly to flirty said, "I love my husband, but I have other needs too." "You do," Jill asked, easily being pulled into the sultry woman's web. "Yes, he doesn't have a vagina," Amanda revealed. Jill laughed then joked, even as her pussy tingled, "I guess that is a good thing." "Usually," Amanda laughed, before adding, "but sometimes I need the touch and taste of a woman." It was now out there, lingering above them ominously, the conversation had shifted to sex. Jill was speechless. She was excited, but did not know what to say. Amanda, seeing the trepidation of the first timer, asked, "Have you ever been with a woman before?" Jill whispered, "No." "But you would like to?" Amanda asked. "I think so," Jill admitted sheepishly. "You are so cute I literally want to ravish you right here and now," Amanda said. Jill's eyes went big as her pussy leaked slightly. Amanda noticing Jill's reaction smiled with dripping flirtation, "Oh, you would like that wouldn't you?" Jill could literally feel her cheeks burning and although the idea turned her on greatly, she was unable to say a word. "I would love to make you my little pet right here and now, my kitten, but the rules here are very clear," Amanda said. Jill's cunt was begging for attention and it took all her willpower to resist the temptation. She stammered, "R-r-rules." "Yes, unfortunately, it is the one unbreakable rule. No one can take a newbie home on the first day," Amanda informed Jill. It All Began with a Munch A sudden disappointment swarmed Jill as she asked, "Really?" Amanda smiled. "You are one eager virgin, aren't you?" Jill's face went even redder. "Are you an obedient girl?" Amanda asked flirtatiously. Jill was flustered like she had never been before, while her juices filled her panties. "Um-I-um." "Would you crawl under the table and eat my cunt, my kitty?" Amanda continued, pushing the lesbian-to-be. "Oh God," Jill whimpered, the naughty talk pushing Jill nearer her need to submit. "If you submit to me, my kitty, I expect obedience," Amanda explained. "H-h-how so?" Jill asked, wanting to know. "Well when you are not at work, you are on call to me," Amanda informed the flushed and clearly horny submissive. "Oh," Jill said, distracted by her burning cunt. "What are you thinking, kitty?" Amanda asked. "I-um-I'm kinda overwhelmed," Jill finally got out. "Your cunt is leaking isn't it?" Amanda questioned with a smile. "How did you know?" Jill gasped. "It is in your hungry eyes kitty," Amanda said, her hand touching Jill's. The touch sent a lightning spark directly to Jill's wanton cunt. "It is written all over your face. You're red cheeks and you're hungry lips," Amanda continued, her fingers slowly meandering up Jill's arm. Jill was completely at the whim of this beautiful older woman. "It is also your stammering and your inability to look me in the eyes, my kitty," Amanda added. Being called kitty turned Jill into mental-mush, but the addition of the word 'my' implying she was owned had Jill on the brink of a sexual meltdown. She desperately needed to come. "If you want to be my kitty, say it, Jill," Amanda instructed, lifting Jill's fingers to her mouth. Jill let out a moan as she felt the woman's lips wrap around her middle finger. Jill was about to submit unconditionally when Tammy's voice pulled Jill out of her hypnotic state of sexual submission. "Amanda always on the hunt," Tammy said. "For new cunt," Amanda added, chuckling at her own rhythm. "You are so bad," Tammy purred, before adding, "You are not breaking the gospel rule are you?' "God no, just making sure I make a good first impression," Amanda smiled, her tongue swirling around Jill's finger. Clamping around Jill's finger, she slowly pulled back until there was a small pop sound as her lips left Jill's finger. She asked, "My kitty, have I made a good first impression?" "God, yes," Jill replied, now staring at the beautiful seductive woman with a hunger she desperately wanted to satisfy. Tammy laughed, "Be careful Jill, Amanda is a predator." Amanda quipped, "You didn't fight to hard to get a taste." Tammy quipped back, "I didn't want to be the only one to not sample your goods." Jill watched the quick-witted flirty word play, suddenly jealous that Tammy had already been with Amanda. Jill surprised herself, suddenly knowing exactly what she wanted, when she asked Tammy all the while staring at Amanda, "Is it true that I can't submit to Amanda today?" "Yes, dear," Tammy smiled gently. "It is for your own protection." "But, I am capable to make my own decisions," Jill replied, her foot under the table slipping out of her shoe and moving her foot between Amanda's legs. Amanda was the one now surprised as she looked at the intriguing submissive. Tammy continued, glancing at Amanda while talking, "The reality is we have had some experiences in the past where a newbie made a rash decision or was seduced by a hungry predator when she wasn't ready." Jill declared her feelings. "Trust me, Tammy; I have never been surer of anything in my life." "I bet you are," Tammy smiled, "but rules are rules. Plus if you really are confident you are ready, you are welcome to meet with her any other day." "Like tomorrow," Amanda purred. Tammy laughed again. "Down, girl, down." Amanda stood up. Jill felt a rush of disappointment. Why was she leaving? Tammy walked away to chat with others as Amanda moved beside Jill and leaned down, her hot breath blowing directly on Jill's ear. "I want you, Jill." Jill let out an involuntarily moan her body eager to give in unconditionally. "I want you to be my pet kitty," Amanda continued, her tongue teasing Jill's ear. Jill's cunt was so hot, so needy, that she thought she may actually come without having her pussy touched. "I want you to be my slave, my cunt-licking kitty," Amanda whispered, tugging on Jill's ear hard. Jill whimpered weakly. "Do you want to be my kitty, Jill?" Amanda asked. There was no hesitation at all as Jill whispered, "Yes." "Yes what?" Amanda asked, her tongue back in Jill's ear. "Yes, I want to be your kitty," Jill declared, wanting nothing more. "You want to crawl on all fours, like a pet, between my legs and become my pussy-licking slave?" Amanda asked, pushing her new pet. "God, yes," Jill moaned, the assault on her senses having her willing to agree to anything. "Tell me you are a slut," Amanda ordered. Jill couldn't believe the words out of her mouth. "I am a slut, a cunt-licking slave." "Fuck, I can't wait to fuck the shit out of you," Amanda said, standing back up. Amanda pulled out her phone, typed something quickly and then handed her phone to Jill."Type your digits, my kitty." Jill took the phone and saw her designated name: 'SlaveJill'. The name seemed so fitting and she quickly typed her number in and handed Amanda back the phone. Amanda smiled and said, "I will be texting you. Obey every order I give. Is that understood, my kitty?" Reading too much Literotica, Jill didn't even realize she had said it until the words were out of her mouth. "Yes, Mistress." Amanda's smile grew wider. "Mistress, hmmmm. You will be a great addition, my kitty, a great addition. Stay, my pet, I have a gift I want to give you." Jill blushed and wondered what Amanda meant by a great addition as the older beauty went to the bathroom. Jill looked around the room and saw a variety of people and ages socializing. She wondered which of the woman were straight, which were dominant, which were switches. She looked at two guys talking and couldn't fathom which one was the aggressive top and which the willing bottom. About five minutes later, Jill jumped when she felt something land on her hand. Looking down it was a pair of red panties. Looking back up, she saw a smiling Amanda. "A gift for you until you can taste the real thing. I just came hard thinking of you on all fours, begging to lick my cunt," Amanda whispered, before adding, "you may want to put those away before anyone sees." Jill grabbed the panties and was surprised at how wet they were before she put them in her purse. "Sorry, slut," Amanda explained, "thinking of you licking my cunt made me come and come." Amanda leaned down again, whispered, "I had to break the rules just a bit, but I can't let an adorable little pet like you get away or be seduced by another seductress," as she leaned down and kissed Jill. The kiss lasted three seconds, no more, but for Jill it was the final piece of her sexuality puzzle. She was a lesbian. One soft kiss, tender and yet urgent, and she was hooked. The muddled mess of earlier was now as clear as the ocean is blue. "Until we meet again," Amanda finished and walked away leaving Jill high and wet. A butch looking girl began walking toward Jill's table and Jill, desperate to come, she decided she had to leave. The butch woman asked, "Where you going sweet stuff?" Jill stammered, "I-I-I need to go." She high-tailed it out before that woman or anyone else could talk to her, as she needed to come and come now. As soon as she was in her car, her need to come overpowering her common sense, she pulled out the wet panties and moved them to her nose. The scent was heavenly. Her hand went to her soaking wet panties and she rubbed her clit frantically as she moved the panties to her mouth and tried to suck the cum from the wet fabric. The taste was uniquely satisfying, a mixture of sticky sweetness and cotton fabric. The hot flirtation and naughty implications had Jill delirious, and it took only seconds for her orgasm to hit. When it did, she screamed at the top of her lungs. Like yesterdays' orgasm, this one weakened every inch of her body as the pleasure pulsated through her again and again. Opening her eyes, the panties still in her mouth she saw that a middle aged man was staring at her. Horrified, she pulled the panties out of her mouth, pulled her hand out of her still twitching cunt and started her car. Suddenly figuring fuck-it, she blew the pervert a kiss as she pulled away her head still spinning. She just pulled into her driveway when she got the first text from Amanda: Slave Jill Did you come yet? Mistress A Jill wondered how she knew. Was she that transparent? Mistress A Yes...blush. Jill waited in the car eagerly for another text from her. It only took a minute, but it seemed like forever. Slave Jill Did I give you permission to come? Mistress A Her eyes went wide. Had she already disobeyed her? She replayed their conversation and couldn't recall any such discussion. Even though during the whole conversation her head was in a sexual fog she was pretty sure she could transcript every word. Mistress A I'm sorry. I did not know I needed permission. Jill got out of the car and headed into her house, feeling her own juices slowly dripping down her leg as she walked. Slave Jill Starting now you only come with my permission is that clear? Mistress A Jill didn't even hesitate, texting while on her front step. Mistress A It is crystal clear. Jill got inside her house and put her purse down when another text arrived. Slave Jill Take a picture of your cunt and send it to me RIGHT NOW! Mistress A Jill gasped at the order. She considered the expectation before realizing it would only be of her pussy and would not give away whom it was if it ever did get out there in cyber space. She took off her gold cocktail dress, spread her legs slightly and took a picture with her phone. She looked at the picture of her cunt and had second thoughts when her phone buzzed in her hand startling her. NOW SLUT!!! Two words and three exclamation marks was all it took for Jill to obey the order. She took a deep breath, clicked on the picture and sent it. Jill stared at her phone waiting for the response to her very risky obedience. One minute became two which became five which became ten. A plethora of insecurities hit Jill as the phone didn't buzz. Suddenly the phone rang and it was her mother. Her face flushed at the irony of her mother calling while she was waiting for a message from a potential Mistress. Quarter past ten was late for her Mother to be calling, but not unheard of. She answered the phone and chatted for only a couple of minutes before she got a text. The next couple of minutes were excruciating as her mother talked about plans for Christmas next week all the while Jill desperately wanted to check the message. Finally, when her Mother finished talking, Jill said she would call her back in the morning as she was just finishing up the briefs for a case. As soon as she hung up the phone she clicked on her messages. Slave Jill What a delicious cunt. I look forward to making it officially mine. Are you ready for your next task? Mistress A Jill again didn't hesitate, instead just thankful to still be wanted by the older woman. Mistress A I am ready for whatever you wish, ma'am. Your eager slave Jill Jill was going all in, every lingering doubt gone; all she wanted was to taste the sweet sin of submission. Slave Jill Hmmmmmm...you are going to be such a good pet. I want you to be in a slutty maid outfit when I pick you up at EXACTLY 8 o'clock tomorrow. Will that be a problem? Mistress A Jill tried to figure out where she would find such an outfit. She also wondered what Amanda had in mind for tomorrow. Mistress A I am not sure where to find such an outfit, but I will come up with something. Jill was already on her iPad searching local shops when the next text came. Slave Jill Go to Pleasure Palace...they have everything. While there pick a toy you want me to use on you. Tomorrow you officially become my pet, my kitty, my cunt-licker, my slave. Mistress A Jill felt a chill go up her spine at reading the list of humiliating, yet cunt leaking orders. Mistress A I will obey!!! I desire nothing more than to be your willing pet, your eager kitty, your wannabe cunt-licker, your obedient slave. Jill reread her last text and smiled at just how naughty it seemed and yet it seemed so right. Slave Jill Good night, my pet. And no masturbating!!! Mistress A Jill sighed, her pussy was already begging for a repeat performance from the car. Mistress A Yes, Mistress Amanda. Your eager pet Assuming her text conversation with Amanda was done Jill returned her mother's call thinking it would be a good cunt-dryer...it was. Jill considered talking to Mistress Michelle and telling her about the Munch, but didn't because she knew reliving the evening would just turn her on. Instead she read a book, cover to cover, and went to bed expecting tomorrow to be a very long day. 4. MAID 2 PLEASE When Jill woke up, she replayed the strange events of last night. Had she really sent a picture of her pussy to a stranger? Had she really agreed to go shopping for a slutty maid outfit? Had she agreed to be picked up at 8 o'clock with said stranger? The answer to all the questions were yes and oddly instead of anxiety what she felt was excitement. When she checked her phone after showering there was a message from Amanda. Slave Jill When you get to Pleasure Palace ask for Beth. She will help you with your attire for this evening. Mistress A PS: Soon you will be on your knees and ready to pleasure me my pet. Just reading the words 'my pet' excited Jill in ways she couldn't explain. Her pussy tingled and she could already envision tasting the real thing directly from the source instead of just in Amanda's soiled panties. Mistress A I am getting ready to leave now. Pet Jill Amanda sent another text to get Jill's address and she sent it to her without hesitation, the final chance to back out gone. Being a Saturday, Jill waited till the early afternoon to drive to the Pleasure Palace and once inside went to the front desk. Jill was aggressive in her job and thus usually just went for what she wanted, which seemed to contradict her sudden need for sexual submission, although Mistress Michelle had pointed out that Jill was the perfect stereotype of the power-sub oxymoron (the more powerful and determined at work, the more likely to submit sexually at home). A pretty woman was at the counter and Jill said, "Hi, I am looking for Beth." "Well, you found her love," the brunette replied with a sexy British accent. Jill nervously said, "Amanda sent me." "Hmmmm," Beth said, assessing the big breasted blonde. "So you are her new experiment." "Excuse me?" Jill asked. "Oh nothing," Beth smiled, calling to the back, "Cassie come work the till. I have to assist a customer. Come with me." Jill followed Beth to a corner of the store where a wide range of naughty costumes hung on the walls. There were naughty cowgirl outfits, slutty nurse outfits, kinky cop outfits and so many more. As she stared at the wall, Beth handed Jill a maid outfit that matched the naughtiness of the ones on the wall. "Oh my," Jill said, realizing just how skimpy the outfit she was expected to wear to her secret rendezvous with Amanda. "Oh my, indeed," Beth teased. "Go try it on." "What? Here?" the surprised blonde asked. "Yes," a clearly impatient Beth replied. Jill took the outfit and went to the changing room. As she got undressed, she wondered what Amanda had planned for her. Beth had just said that 'she was Amanda's new experiment' and Jill felt both excited and nervous by the unknown implications of such a reference. Only in her bra and panties, there was a knock on her door. Beth said, "Open up." Jill obeyed, like she was beginning to get accustomed to doing. Beth walked in and ordered, "Remove the bra and knickers too." "Really?" Jill asked surprised. "Just do as you're told," Beth ordered, her impatience clear. Jill's hands shook as she obeyed, unclasping her bra and allowing her large breasts to pop free. Beth nodded, "Very impressive. The knickers too." Jill again obeyed, her hands trembling as she slowly slid her panties down her legs. Beth smiled, as she handed Jill the outfit, her English accent somehow turning Jill on more, "I would love to eat that wet cunt of yours, but Amanda owns that cunt, although I may have to ask Amanda if I can borrow it sometime." A chill at such a crude declaration pulsated through Jill, yet her pussy instantly got wetter. "Get dressed, Jill. Amanda said you are to stay in the outfit until she picks you up." "Yes, ma'am," Jill replied, as Beth left. Jill put the stockings and skirt on and as she looked in the mirror realized the skirt was so short anyone could see the tops of her lace top stockings and if she bent over even a little her panty less cunt. Jill put on the somewhat see-through blouse and buttoned it up and tucked it in. Looking in the mirror, her stiff nipples were clearly protruding from the thin fabric of the blouse. "Are you done, yet?" Beth called from the other side of the door. "Yes," Jill responded. "Come out so I can see if it fits," Beth said. Jill took a deep breath and obeyed yet another order. Beth looked at the young sub and smiled as if knowing what would be happening to the pretty blonde later tonight. Beth walked around Jill as she stood nervously, feeling like she used to when men checked her out when she was at a club. She felt dirty in the outfit, she felt humiliated at obeying the orders of a complete stranger and yet she felt an exhilaration she could not even begin to explain, a growing need to just let go and obey every order given. Beth sensed the mixture of apprehension and excitement in the big breasted new submissive. Beth knew her friend Amanda loved to take innocent bi-curious woman and turn them into complete submissive lesbian playthings and Jill here seemed like the perfect victim for Amanda's growing harem of eager subs. Knowing the power of leaving a woman wanting more, she didn't compliment Jill but instead said, "Now go pick a toy." Jill watched Beth leave and suddenly she was alone. Taking another deep breath, she slipped on her shoes and left the changing room and returned to the store dressed like a slutty maid. Thankfully only one other person was in the store and she was busy looking at lingerie. Jill walked to the toy section and froze not sure what to buy or where to even start. It All Began with a Munch Beth returned, "I assume you have never been with a woman?" Jill whispered, "You are correct, I have not." Beth handed her a double-ended dildo and said, "This is a fun one." Jill took the long toy trying to fathom how it would actually work. "We also have strap-ons, vibrators, handcuffs and butt plugs," Beth listed the many options to Jill. "Oh my," Jill said, bewildered by the plethora of options. Taking the double-ended dildo back, Beth continued, "This is probably too much for your first time as a submissive. You need something to tell Amanda what you want, what you crave." Jill watched as Beth reached up and grabbed a strap-on cock. Beth handed it to Jill, "This says one thing and one thing only." "What is that?" Jill asked as she took the strange contraption. "You want her to fuck you," Beth said rather matter-of-factly. "You do want Amanda to fuck you?" "Yes," Jill whispered, embarrassed by the question and the obvious answer. "Of course, we could go even kinkier," Beth began. Jill said, desperate to get out of here, the choices overwhelming and her attire causing added anxiety, "I'll take this." "Good choice," Beth approved. "Thank you," Jill replied, following Beth to the cash register. Once paid, Beth handed Jill a card with a phone number on it and said, "In case you need another Mistress." Jill blushed, took the card and exited the store. Outside, people were everywhere. Jill could feel every pair of eyes on her as she walked to her car. ..... The rest of the day the clock seemed to stand still as Jill waited for the unknown. The outfit implied either a role play or some sort of servitude and just the thought of what was to come excited her greatly. Having made her choice to obey Amanda, she no longer had any doubts, but that didn't mean she wasn't nervous. She was terrified. Terrified she would disappoint Amanda. Around 4, Jill received a text from Amanda. Slave Jill Send me a picture right now of you in your maid's outfit!!! Mistress A Jill quickly obeyed; grabbing her phone and taking a picture as best she could to show she had completed the task. Once the picture was sent she waited eagerly for another text. A few minutes later, Amanda texted again. Slave Jill Good girl! You are a very obedient pet. Beth said you were very good as well. See you soon! Mistress A Jill texted back. Mistress Amanda I look forward to whatever you have in store for me. Pet Jill Jill made supper, desperate to distract herself until it was time for Amanda to arrive. She was startled when at 5:30 her doorbell rang. She quickly went to the door and opened it assuming Amanda was early. Jill gasped when she opened the door and was staring at her neighbor Melanie. "H-h-hi Melanie," Jill babbled, mortified by being seen dressed so inappropriately. Melanie, a slightly chubby married woman in her early forties, handed Jill an envelope, "I got your mail by accident and thought you may might need it." Her questioning expression had me rattled and incoherent. "Oh-oh—oh thanks." "Well, have fun," she said, her tone condescending. Jill closed the door her face burning with shame. Was she ready for this? Was she capable of submitting as Amanda expected? Was she ready to make her fantasy life reality? As these and many other questions bounced around Jill's head, the clock continued to tick at a snail's pace. Finally, five minutes after eight Jill's doorbell rang. Taking one last deep breath, Jill looked in the mirror and smiled knowing life as she knew it was about to change. Walking to her door, she opened it and Amanda was standing there dressed in an emerald green dress and mocha stockings. The beautiful temptress walked in to her pet-to-be's house and once Jill closed the door Amanda pulled Jill into a passionate kiss. Jill instantly went weak at the knees at the older woman's touch and she melted into her. The kiss lasted only a few seconds before Amanda broke it and said approvingly, "You look delicious in your outfit, my pet." "T-t-thanks," Jill stammered, her mixed emotions exploding inside her. "Are you ready to start your training, my pet?" Amanda asked. "Yes, ma'am," Jill too quickly replied, unable to hide her excitement. "You are a very eager little pet, aren't you?" Amanda softly laughed. Jill's face went red at the truth of Amanda's words. "On your knees, my pet," Amanda ordered. Jill lowered herself slowly her pussy getting wet instantly. "Crawl to your bedroom, my pet," Amanda instructed. Jill obeyed, feeling her own wetness leaking slightly as she began moving towards the stairs to her bedroom. As she climbed each step, the anticipation to finally making a long held in fantasy a reality was overtaking her every thought. Once in her pet-to-be's room, Amanda complimented her eager submissive, "You have been very obedient so far, Jill." "Yes, ma'am," Jill replied, her pussy tingling. "You are so fucking adorable," Amanda smiled down at her, wanting to devour her here and now, but she had plans for her new pet. "Thank you, Mistress," Jill replied, enamored by the beautiful older woman. "How badly do you want to taste me?" Amanda asked. Jill's mouth watered at the thought of finally making her fantasy a reality. She answered, "I can truthfully say I have never wanted to taste anything more." "Good answer," Amanda smiled, moving to her pet's bed. Sitting on the edge, she opened her legs and ordered, "Crawl to me, my little slut." Jill again obeyed, moving to Amanda's mocha colored stocking-clad legs. Amanda lifted up her dress and opened her legs revealing she wasn't wearing panties as she displayed her hairy full bush. Jill leaned up and stared at the pussy briefly, the scent stronger and more appealing than she imagined. Having always kept hers trimmed or completely shaved, Amanda's pussy looked rather strange to her. Slowly, without further instruction, she leaned forward, extended her tongue and finally tasted the sweet taboo nectar of another woman. Creating a path with her tongue through the black hair, she found the wet pussy lips of her Mistress and began tentatively licking. Any lingering doubt dissipated the second the mixture of Amanda's intoxicating scent mixed with Amanda's addictive taste did a double explosion on Jill's senses. Jill's slow licks quickly increased as she wanted more of the unique taste. Amanda smiled knowing she had another sexy submissive addicted; no one had ever crawled between her legs and tasted her sweet perfection and not come crawling back for more. She let out a soft moan from the eager pet's licking. Jill didn't want this moment to end and yet she also wanted to please Amanda unequivocally. Amanda moaned, the rookie pussy licker making up for a lack of technique with an eagerness that was a great tease. Jill heard Amanda's moans which encouraged her even more to please her Mistress and be rewarded with her cum. She began to take Amanda's clit into her mouth, swirling her tongue around like she had read about online (her male lovers had always been very inadequate in the pussy licking department). Amanda let out a quivering moan surprised by her pet's sudden aggressive approach knowing her first orgasm of the night was on the rise. Jill felt a chill pulse through her at hearing Amanda's loud moan, felt her quiver and concentrated her attention entirely on her Mistress's clit. "That's it baby, you got me close," Amanda purred. Jill sucked Amanda's clit between her lips. Amanda grabbed her pet's head and pulled her deep into her wetness as her orgasm cascaded through her. Holding a woman's face deep in her pussy was how she always got herself off and this was no exception as her cum flooded out of her like Niagara Falls, coating her pet's innocent face. Jill eagerly lapped and lapped the heavenly nectar as best she could in her awkward position. Finally, Amanda let go of her pet and collapsed onto the bed to allow the rest of her orgasm course through her. Jill watched in voyeuristic awe at the woman she met just yesterday having an orgasm on her bed because of her. Finally, Amanda sat up and said, looking down at the shiny faced woman, "You are a natural, my pet." "Thank you," Jill replied, happy for the approval of her Mistress. "So what toy did you buy for me to use on you my pet?" Amanda asked. Jill's pussy tingled with anticipation of having her burning pussy filled with the strap-on cock she had purchased earlier. "A strap-on, Mistress." "Interesting," Amanda smiled, "You are rather presumptuous thinking I would let you come on our first training session." Jill stammered, "It-it-it was Beth's suggestion." "Oh how she knows me," Amanda smiled, standing up. "Plus, it would be a waste to not fuck my maid, which by the way you look amazing in that outfit." "Thank you, Mistress," Jill replied, getting goose bumps all over her body from the compliment. "You understand why I choose a maid outfit," Amanda asked. "Because maids serve," Jill guessed. "Exactly and you were MADE TO SERVE," Amanda smiled, before adding, "and a maid's outfit is also super sexy. Where is this toy, my eager pet?" "In my closet," Jill answered. "Well, fetch it," Amanda ordered with a wave of her hand. Jill crawled to her closet and grabbed the bag. Assuming she was to stay on all fours, she put the bag handles in her mouth and crawled back to the feet of her Mistress. "You continue to impress me my slut," Amanda smiled approvingly as she reached down and grabbed the bag. Amanda pulled her dress over her head revealing a near perfect body and a lace gold bra, a color Jill had never seen in undergarments. Jill watched as her Mistress took the toy and strapped it onto her waist. Once on, Amanda looked down at her clearly horny pet and asked, "Does my pet want me to fuck her?" "Yes, Mistress," Jill answered immediately, not even trying to hide her desperate need to come. "Well, I don't know," Amanda paused. "Usually I make my pets wait a day or two before I let them come." "Oh god, Mistress, I will do anything. Please fuck your dirty little slut," Jill pleaded from her puppy position, calling herself names. "Well, you are so adorable and completely irresistible," Amanda said, moving her plastic cock to her pet's lips. Jill opened her mouth and began sucking the plastic fuck-toy. "Convince me you want this cock," Amanda demanded. Jill desperate to prove her worth began bobbing back and forth on the plastic cock like the slutty whore she was. Soon she had all seven inches sliding in and out of her mouth. "Very impressive," Amanda commented, "Can you take all seven inches in your other two holes?" "Yes, Mistress," Jill instantly replied without really considering the question, although the thought of that cock in her ass was a bit nerve-wracking. "So compliant," Amanda approved, as she pulled her pet up from the floor. "Now where to fuck you." Jill's pussy tingled with anticipation at her burning desire finally about to be fulfilled. "Get on your bed on all fours, my horny little slut," Amanda finally ordered after considering other more devious options like downstairs in the living room with the curtains open or out in her back yard, but decided she would save such extremities for later, plus she already had other plans for her pet tonight. Jill eagerly obeyed, crawling onto her bed and in the position instructed. "Fuck you have one tight body," Amanda complimented, as she joined her submissive on the bed. "Thank you, Mistress," Jill responded, her voice trembling at the mere thought of being fucked. Amanda chuckled softly as she moved behind Jill and rubbed her plastic cock up and down her pet's ass cheeks. "Now which hole to fill," Amanda pondered out loud. Jill wanted to scream 'my pussy' but just waited as patiently as possible as she gave herself unquestionably to the older seductress. "I want your ass one day, Jill, but for now your cunt clearly needs attention," Amanda said, as she positioned her rubber cock at her pet's wet pussy lips. Jill moaned on first touch and her legs quivered. Amanda demanded, "Beg for me to fuck you, slut." Jill didn't hesitate as she responded using every dirty word she knew to impress the experienced Mistress, "Oh God Mistress, fuck my cunt, my box, my fuck hole, pound my twat, use me as your sex toy, your slut, your submissive whore, your diiiiiiirty... " Jill couldn't even finish the sentence as Amanda plunged all seven inches inside her wanton cunt. Amanda was not making love to her eager slut, she was fucking her. Each forward thrust, her body slammed into Jill's as the plastic cock completely filled the submissive's cunt. Jill's breathing instantly increased exponentially and she was instantly delirious as she was fucked so thoroughly. Amanda grabbed Jill's hair as the fucking continued and Jill surprised Amanda as she begged, "Tell me you own me, Mistress, I need to hear it." Amanda smiled at just how perfect her new submissive was. Amanda obliged the slut's request, knowing that the more extreme she was the more the submissive would get off. "I own you Jill. I own your tits, your cunt-licking tongue which will no longer pleasure men, is that understood?" "Yeeeees, Mistress," Jill agreed, the thought of a man no longer even a remotely appealing consideration. "And your tight cunt is mine as well," Amanda continued. "And as my newest pet, you are on the bottom of the food chain and will be used by other sluts of mine." "Whoever you wiiiish," Jill moaned, the idea of a sexual hierarchy somehow only getting her hornier. "And whenever I wish?" Amanda asked, stopping with her cock fully inside the near apocalyptically orgasmic submissive, Jill whimpered frustrated at Amanda stopping when she was so close. "Yes, whenever and wherever." "In your office?" Amanda pushed. "Yes," Jill agreed, the idea both turning her on and freaking her out. "Imagine your face shining with my cunt juice before you went to meet a client or go to trial," Amanda suggested. Jill did just that and her pussy burned with excitement at the humiliation even as her head screamed no. Yet the words out of her mouth betrayed her last remaining moral fiber. "You own me Mistress, use me as you wish." "That I plan to do, my pet," Amanda promised, her head full of possibility for the most submissive woman she had ever met. "Are you ready to come, my cunt-licker?" "God, yes," Jill answered, never wanting or needing an orgasm more in her life. "Fuck yourself on my cock like the horny fuck you are," Amanda ordered. Jill again didn't hesitate, her only thought to come and began bouncing back on the cock of her Mistress. Surprisingly, as her ass collided onto the cock and conversely the thighs of Amanda, the cock reached new depths in her cunt which only enhanced her already near delirium pleasure. In seconds Jill's orgasm was again on the rise as sweat dripped off her body. Amanda hearing the moans of near ecstasy pet demanded, "Come now my cunt-licker, my slave, my personal fuck-toy, come now!" The invisible damn burst in a frenzy of internal fireworks as Jill's orgasm hit her with Mach 4 force. "Oh my fuuuuuuuucking god," Jill screamed as she fell forward no longer in control of any part of her body. Amanda watched as the submissive quivered on her bed as the cock slipped out of her pussy. Jill's juices flooded out of her like never before as her orgasm cascaded through her like a river flowing down stream. If Amanda didn't have other plans tonight for herself and her pet she would have plunged the cock back inside the pet's cunt and fucked her to a second and third and forth orgasm. Alas, Amanda did have other plans for her pet, plans that had her on somewhat of a schedule. Looking at the clock she knew she would be arriving at her next stop a little later than she had planned but it had been worth it. Jill could barely move feeling completely exhausted and weak after the most intense, mind-shattering orgasm of her life. She had no idea sex could be do fulfilling and no idea just how great sexual submission was. Finally, Amanda broke the lengthy silence, "My pet, I would love to fuck you again, but we need to get going soon." Jill heard the word 'we' and her eyes instantly went big as she wondered where Amanda planned to take her. Jill rolled over slowly, her energy still usurped from the sweaty sex session and asked, "Where are we going, Mistress?" Amanda didn't answer the question instead ordering, "Go change into something glamorous and sexy, of course, refrain from any underwear but keep on the thigh highs." "Yes, Mistress," Jill said, before asking, "May I stand up to change?" "Of course, my pet," Amanda smiled, thrilled with how obedient her new pet had become so quickly. Jill went to her closet curious where they were going and yet excited to be able to dress up. She pulled out her fire engine red dress that would just barely hide the tops of her stocking and after slipping out of her maid's outfit she turned to her Mistress and asked, "Will this do, Mistress?" Amanda smiled, "That is delicious, my pet." Amanda's approval only enhanced Jill's eagerness and she slowly slithered into her red dress. "You look good enough to eat," Amanda purred. "T-t-thank you," Jill stammered, exhilarated by her Mistress's praise. "We better go," Amanda said, "We have a fun night ahead." "Yes, ma'am," Jill said, as she followed Amanda down the stairs, out the door and to Amanda's car. The drive was made in complete silence as Amanda allowed Jill to ponder what was about to happen, while Jill stewed with excitement and trepidation at whatever lie ahead. Jill had no poker face, she was all in and ready to do whatever her Mistress expected her do to. Amanda pulled into the parking lot of Le Chateau Club, the most elite lesbian club in America, something that Jill seemed completely oblivious to. "You ready for a night that will change your life forever, my pet," Amanda asked. "God, yes," Jill answered, without hesitation. "You are so beautiful when you are so eager, my little pet," Amanda purred, before adding, "Let's go." Jill got out of the car and Amanda took her pet's hand and led her into the exclusive club. A big bouncer welcomed them, "Good evening, Amanda, I see you have a new guest tonight." "Jill, Markus, Markus, Jill," Amanda introduced. "H-h-hi, Markus," Jill stammered. "Welcome, Jill, I am sure you will enjoy yourself tonight," Markus said and allowed the two well-dressed women in. As Jill entered the club she was star struck. Everywhere she looked there were beautiful women dressed in their finest. Amanda leaned into Jill's ear and explained, "Tonight is a by invite only night." "A-a-a lesbian club?" Jill asked, the question rather rhetorical. "Yes, my dear," Amanda smiled, so amused by her innocent pet. She pulled her pet along slowly to her reserved table. Jill couldn't get enough of her surroundings as she saw young girls being led by older woman, older women being led by young girls, women dancing with each other, a girl in her late forties on all fours with a collar around her neck being led by a girl maybe in her early twenties, a young black woman at a table had not one, but two older women on their knees licking her stocking-clad feet, a young girl in a school girl's outfit was with a woman that could be her teacher and just as they reached the table Jill saw a pair of black pumps sticking out from under another table while a chubby, but very pretty, brunette winked at her. It All Began with a Munch Amanda pulled Jill into the comfortable chairs and explained, "This is the most elite lesbian club in the country. What happens at Le Chateau Club stays at the Le Chateau Club. There are cameras everywhere filming everything and if someone ever let out the truth about what happens here, well their naughty indiscretions would be online instantly." "Oh my," Jill said, her head spinning. "You may see celebrities, politicians, lawyers and every other profession letting go here tonight," Amanda continued. "Wow," Jill acknowledged she was listening even as she continued looking around. "Indeed, wow," Amanda chuckled softly. "I wanted to devour you for hours at your house tonight, but decided to resist the temptation and instead brought you to the ten year anniversary party tonight of the Le Chateau Club and well, here we are." "I can't believe it," Jill said, her eyes finally returning to her Mistress. "Is it everything you imagined?" Amanda asked. "I heard of it, but never would have imagined anything quite like this," Jill replied, returning her gaze to the plethora of beautiful lesbians. "It's a very exclusive secret society of lesbians who often let go of society's expectations of the demure woman here. There are Mistresses, submissives and switches here," Amanda explained. "Switches?" Jill asked, returning her gaze to Amanda. "Yes, some girls can play either role, submissive or dominant," Amanda replied. "Oh," Jill said, intrigued by someone who could be either. "Truth is almost all women can be both. It just takes the right circumstances to make someone a switch," Amanda smiled. "I see," Jill said, even though she wasn't sure herself. "Now my pet, you can look but no touching without my permission, is that understand my little eager pet?" Amanda instructed. "Yes, Mistress," Jill answered, her body and mind bubbling like a bottle of shook coke. "You see that woman in the black and white gown," Amanda pointed out. Jill looked over and gasped when she realized who she was staring at, it was Governor Daphne Green, potential 2016 President Nominee Daphne Green. "Oh...my...God!" Jill spoke like a teenage girl. "Oh my God, indeed," Amanda smiled, amused by the shock in her pet's face. "She owns the club." "No way," Jill said, not able to take her eyes off the powerful woman. "Way," Amanda laughed. "Would you like to meet her? I bet she will take an instant liking to you." "God, yes," Jill replied, the Governor one of her heroes, a woman who was very successful in a man's world. "We will see, my pet," Amanda said. The next half hour they drank champagne and had a few appetizers and watched the various scenes occurring in the bar. Women dancing and making out on the dance floor, the odd submissive crawling on the floor on a leash, but mostly just beautiful women off all ages socializing with other beautiful women. Finally, Amanda asked her pet, "You see those heels under that table there?" "Yes, ma'am," Jill said, her pussy tingling that such a naughty act would be happening so indiscreetly. "I think it is time for you to cross the threshold from curious to full-fledge pussy pleaser, my pet," Amanda purred. Jill understood her Mistress's intention, but waited for clarification, wanting and needing to be told what to do, "Yes, ma'am." Amanda knew her pet very well already. She needed to be pushed across the threshold with an order. "Crawl under the table and taste your Mistress's pussy again, my cunt being just the first of many that you will taste my pet." Jill's whole body tingled with excitement, not even remotely concerned by the reality that she was going to do her first sexual act in a public place. She replied, "Yes, Mistress," and slowly slid under the table. Although dark, her Mistress lifted up the table cloth enough to bring in a ray of light just in time to watch the beautiful woman lift up her ass and pull up her dress once again. Amanda spread her legs showcasing her hairy pussy, she loved to be all natural, her unique cunt scent captured so perfectly by her pubic hair. Jill leaned forward and licked Amanda's pussy for a second time. Her Mistress's scent was much stronger after having come earlier and Jill allowed the sweet scent to take her into a state of bliss. Jill took her time slowly licking up and down with wide paintbrush style tongue strokes creating a pathway to Amanda's cunt. Amanda sipped on her wine enjoying the slow lavish pussy pleasing for a few minutes before Governor Daphne Green joined her. "Hi, Amanda, I see you have a new pet today." "A twenty-five year old virgin," Amanda answered. "No way, how irresistibly delicious," Governor Green smiled deviously. "Agreed, but she is very eager to please," Amanda complimented. Jill heard the conversation only vaguely from her submissive position, but did recognize the Governor's voice. She briefly froze from her concentrated pleasing as she tried to listen to the conversation. "Well, if you and your pet want to join me in my room upstairs come up ASAP," the Governor offered. "I think she is listening," Amanda assumed. Lifting up the table cloth, she asked, "Would my pet like to go to a private room and join our Governor for a drink?" Jill stammered, "I-I-I would love too." "I bet you would," Amanda smiled. "I'll be up in a couple of minutes, I need to check on something first," the radiant Governor said and headed to the bar. "Keep licking my pet," Amanda instructed. Jill returned to her task at hand, her head suddenly spinning with the stunning turn of events that she was about to go to some private room with the Governor of her state. Wanting to get Amanda off and wondering what would happen in the private room of the Governor, she got aggressive sucking in Amanda's clit, while sliding two fingers inside her Mistress's cunt. "You little slut, you are really eager to suuuubmit to her too," Amanda moaned, her submissive's fingers somehow finding her g-spot. Jill continued tapping on Amanda's g-spot sensing she was close as she continued pleasing her clit simultaneously, while she considered just how absurd it was that she went from straight to lesbian in one night and how she could serve two very different yet powerful women during the same strange night. "Shiiiit, you little sluuuuuut," Amanda moaned, biting her lip as her orgasm came hard and out of nowhere. Jill eagerly licked and licked Amanda's cum accepting she was addicted to the unique taste. A minute later, Amanda's orgasm simmering, she ordered, "Follow me, my pet." Jill crawled from underneath the table and began to stand up. "No, crawl, my pet," Amanda smiled, showing her power. Jill returned to her submissive position on her knees and followed her face both sticky with cum and red with embarrassment. Amanda smiled wide as she slowly walked upstairs to the Governor's private room. Jill heard other women talk about her as she crawled submissively behind her Mistress. "Mmmmmm, fresh meat," and "Nice, very nice," and "Willing to share?" Jill was flattered by the comments and humiliated at the same time. Each step up the stairs was an exhilarating rush as she anticipated her submission with the Governor of her state. Once at the top of the stairs, Amanda saw a long line for another of the private rooms with almost a dozen girls waiting in a line outside. Perplexed, she kept walking to the Governor's room. Reaching it, Amanda knocked on the door. "Come in," the Governor called back. Amanda opened the door and Jill crawled behind her into a luxurious room. "Well, isn't she adorable," the Governor said as she looked down at the first day submissive. "That she is," Amanda agreed. "What is up with the line in the hall?" "I finally upgraded Big Rosie from the bathroom to her own private suite. It is much classier, don't you think?" the Governor answered. "A very good call," Amanda agreed. The Governor looked down at Jill and said, "You see the most heavenly tasting pussy in the entire world, and I have tasted a lot, is our Big Rosie. She really is a must for any young little cunt-licker." "Big Rosie?" Jill repeated, confused. "Yes, a big black woman with the sweetest pussy nectar in the world. Girls line up and eagerly wait their turn for the privilege of tasting her perfection," Amanda explained, before adding, "I have on numerous occasions myself." "As have I?" the Governor admitted, before ordering, "Amanda, please leave me alone with your pet for a little while." "Yes, ma'am," Amanda agreed and instructed Jill, "You are to obey the Governor as you would me is that understood?" "Yes, Mistress," Jill agreed a little too eagerly. Amanda winked at Jill and without another word left her new pet with the Governor. "Come join me for a drink," the Governor offered, tapping a spot beside her on the couch. Thankful to be off her knees, Jill stood up and joined the beautiful Governor on the couch. The Governor handed her a cocktail and said, "So tell me a bit about yourself." Jill said, "My name is Jill Waters and I am a lawyer." The next fifteen minutes the Governor listened and asked questions learning more about the beautiful young lady. The Governor finally said, "Well, I am sure I can help you with getting a pretty good job, my dear." "Oh, thanks, but I am doing pretty well on my own," Jill replied, determined to do it because of her skill and not who she knew. "That is very commendable," the Governor smiled, leaning in and kissing the young woman. Jill couldn't believe what was happening to her. She returned the kiss tentatively at first until the Governor parted her lips with her tongue. Jill returned the exploration with her tongue and soon their tongues were dancing in each other's mouths. The Governor broke the kiss and said, "Take off your dress, my dear." "Yes, ma'am," Jill obeyed, standing up and taking off her dress, her hands trembling not out of nervousness, but excitement. "Mmmmm, very delicious," the Governor assessed standing up as she looked over the pretty girl. "Now you got to understand something Jill, I don't take no for an answer." "Ok," Jill replied, a chill going down her spine as the Governor's finger moved gently up her arm. "And if I decide you are going to work for me, you will work for me, is that understood?" "Y-y-yes, ma'am," Jill stammered. "Good," the Governor smiled, "now bend over the table my dear." Jill obeyed and waited for what seemed like an eternity, but was really less than a couple of minutes, before she felt hands on her waist. "Do you want me to fuck you?" the Governor cooed. "God, yes," Jill moaned, the head of a strap-on cock teasing her pussy lips. "Beg my dear," the Governor whispered, her hands gently caressing Jill's ass. "Oh please fuck me, Governor," Jill begged, "I need to come so badly." Without another word, the Governor slid her massive and thick nine inch dildo inside the young blondes' pussy. "Aaaaaaah," Jill let out as the cock, the biggest she had ever had inside her, slid inside her wanton volcano of need. The Governor's strokes started slow as she allowed the sweet girl to get used to the wide cock. Jill could feel the bubbling orgasm in only a couple of minutes, her anticipation having been building for the past hour. But she desperately tried to control her orgasm, to hold back as long as humanly possible. The Governor had a great sense of when a woman was close and decided to shift from slow smooth strokes to hard and rough. She grabbed her pet's blonde hair and began slamming her cock hard and deep inside the hungry nymph. "Oh Goooooooooooooood," Jill screamed the first time the Governor slammed into her. "Harder, Mistress, harder," Jill begged, wanting to be fucked and used like the slut she had always fantasized being. The Governor smiled at the term 'Mistress' as she continued to fuck her soon-to-be loyal pet. Jill couldn't hold back any longer and letting loose allowed her orgasm to cascade through her bringing her a euphoria she never knew existed. "I'm cooooooooming," she screamed loud enough for the whole bar to hear. The Governor didn't slow down as she watched the blonde writhe and moan as she came hard. Eventually the Governor pulled out and said, "Well, that was fun." "I have never come that hard," Jill admitted, turning around sweating and still panting trying to regain her breath. "Good, and if you are a good girl I will fuck you again one day," the Governor smiled. "C-c-can I do you?" Jill asked timidly. "One day if you earn it," the Governor said, "but I need to be returning to my party so get dressed." "O-o-ok," Jill said, disappointed. "You are so adorable," the Governor smiled, as she took off her cock. "I am serious, I want you to come by my office next week and we will have a real interview and after the interview we will have some fun and I don't take no for an answer." "Yes, ma'am," Jill said, excited at the possibility of working for the Governor and also under her. Jill got dressed and the Governor handed her a card. "Call my secretary and make an appointment, my dear." "Yes, ma'am," Jill agreed. "And it is Daphne, my dear," the Governor smiled, kissing her gently before they both left the room. As Jill stepped into the hall, she was surprised to see Amanda was last in line for Big Rosie's room behind only two others. Amanda and Daphne exchanged glances of acknowledgement as the Governor pasted by Amanda on her way back downstairs. Amanda smiled with pride that Daphne had enjoyed Jill, "Come my pet, cut in front of me and get your reward for being such a good little slut for Daphne." Jill, of course, unable to satiate her newly discovered addiction to pussy, obeyed her Mistress's order not ever wanting this night to end. THE END Character Notes: Amanda milf seductress big breasted Tammy girl in charge of munch Jill Waters 36c breasts, blonde, lawyer